Aunt Dongchun agreed to go, Mei Ziran was a little strange, and finally couldn't help asking: "How does the princess know that she wants three thousand taels of silver for the Golden Scripture?" ”

"I don't know."

Gu Fanghua waved his hand, looked at Mei Ziran with a look of disbelief, and explained: "I just see that the paper is the best silver foil paper in Chengxintang, and the ink is high-grade cold smoke ink, plus the gold powder is pure, naturally it is not ordinary." You can't, let the monks suffer. ”

Zhong Taojiao was not interested in scriptures, but it was rare to hear Gu Fanghua say it, and she was also moved.

"Mingzhu, why don't I ask for a volume too?"

"You can try it, but I guess it's gone, I just wrote this one in my hand."

After Gu Fanghua finished speaking, Mei Ziran also said: "Legend has it that this Juekong master is very strange, every year he always has to start writing in the lunar month, and he writes for a month." I won't write it in the first month, so it's rare. ”

When Zhong Taojiao heard this, she stopped thinking and said with a smile: "I understand this, scarcity is expensive." ”

"Oh, Jiaojiao, Shibei should be impressed for three days. How long have you been married to Yan Changxin, you know that scarcity is expensive. In my opinion, Princess Zhuo is not uncommon for you to ask for any golden scripture, if you give birth to a baby grandson, it is what she wants most. ”

Gu Fanghua's ridicule, Zhong Taojiao was not afraid, and smiled generously: "When I came out, I told my mother." The literary style in this place in Jiangnan is good, maybe I can go back with a Wenqu star. ”

When she returned to Meifu, Gu Fanghua held the "Dizang Ben Wish Sutra" and came to the courtyard of the Empress Dowager Zhong.

"Grandmother, look, this is the same kind of Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra that you enshrined? Have you ever read that? ”

Empress Dowager Zhong put on her glasses and looked at it, nodded and said, "It's a kind, I heard that it's very rare." Why, you went to Zhulin Temple today to ask for it? ”

"Yes, I met Master Juekong at Zhulin Temple today. Although he was injured and ruined his appearance, this handwriting is quite stylish, so I begged for a copy to come back. ”

Gu Fanghua somehow, he always felt that Master Juekong was incompatible with Zhulin Temple. The bearing of that body, if you don't look at that face, there is still a bit of the demeanor of the second brother Gu.

After Empress Dowager Zhong looked at it carefully, she smiled and said: "This font is peculiar, and the mourning family hasn't seen it yet." ”

"Doesn't my grandmother feel familiar? Haven't really seen anything like it before? ”

Gu Fanghua couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, she only felt that the boiling oil was turning over and over in her heart, which was very uncomfortable.

Empress Dowager Zhong took off her glasses, picked up the scriptures and took them to look at them from a distance, and then said: "This font is unique, it has both a strong side of a man, and a round hairpin like a woman. It's not like it was written by one person, but it's a bit like a collaboration between men and women. ”

Gu Fanghua lowered her shoulders, and a trace of delusion in her heart was also shattered by Empress Dowager Zhong.

"My grandmother looked away, this is written by Master Juekong of Zhulin Temple. One person, where are two people? ”

Empress Dowager Zhong looked at Gu Fanghua, languishing, and said with a smile: "What? Listening to Mingzhu's obsession with him, does he have anything else that is special? ”

Gu Fanghua pondered for a moment and asked in a deep voice: "Grandmother, I remember that in the ancestral tomb of the Gu family in the capital, it was only my father's tomb that was buried with my mother?" ”

Empress Dowager Zhong thought about it and understood what Gu Fanghua was thinking.

A little pity: "Mingzhu, do you think that your father is very likely to be alive?" ”

"Grandmother, yes. That's what I think. After all, my father didn't see anyone when he was born, and he didn't see his body when he died, what if he was still alive? Although the appearance of the Juekong Master was completely ruined, his body and bearing were not like ordinary people. ”

In front of the Empress Dowager Zhong, Gu Fanghua naturally did not need to scruples, and put the doubts in her heart one by one.

"And I've asked people to inquire, the place where the former abbot master collected medicine and saved Master Juekong is only more than a hundred miles away from the bottle mountain where my father had an accident, and the time is probably right."

Seeing Gu Fanghua's eager appearance, Empress Dowager Zhong smiled dumbly.

"Mingzhu, you mean, it's possible that Master Juekong is your father? How is this possible, back then, your grandfather searched all the three hundred miles of Bottle Mountain. If your father had a deep relationship with your mother, why wouldn't he return to Beijing? ”

Gu Fanghua said sullenly: "Maybe I just missed it?" The master of Juekong hurt his head and couldn't remember the past. ”

Seeing that Gu Fanghua was a little sad, Empress Dowager Zhong couldn't bear it, and ordered: "Come on, go and ask Old Madam Mei to come over." ”

Then he said to Gu Fanghua: "Old Madam Mei has a lot of treasures for Zhulin Temple, she has seen your father, if there is hope, how can she hide it from us." ”

Gu Fanghua drooped her head and didn't speak, although she was spoiled by her grandmother since she was a child, and the emperor's uncle was hurt, she still fantasized about her father's appearance.

The last days of solitary confinement in her previous life, she often thought. If her parents were there, maybe they wouldn't be so willful, maybe they would choose a good family for themselves.

In case, after my grandmother leaves, I will not be helpless.

Mrs. Mei came over quickly, but the Empress Dowager Zhong didn't let her salute and let her sit on the wolfskin mattress, and then she talked about Master Juekong of Zhulin Temple.

"Old sister, do you know the origin of this Juekong master?"

Mrs. Mei didn't want to, so Empress Dowager Zhong asked her to come over, just to ask about such a trivial matter.

smiled: "I know this, about fifteen years ago, Master Yuanhui, who was the abbot of Zhulin Temple, saved him back. Seeing that he had nowhere to go, he stayed in the temple and sprinkled and swept. ”

"So what's so unique about this man? I think he wrote this scripture very well, and he was not from an ordinary family. ”

Empress Dowager Zhong did not ask directly, but knocked on the side.

Mrs. Mei thought that Empress Dowager Zhong liked this word, and said with a smile: "The princess went to Zhulin Temple today because she knew that this golden scripture was written by Master Juekong." Speaking of this golden scripture, it is actually also creation. ”

Gu Fanghua listened with relish, and looked at Old Madam Mei with her cheeks.

Old Madam Mei pondered for a moment and recalled: "At the beginning, Master Yuanhui picked up Juekong and kept letting him sweep it. He was ugly and taciturn, and no one noticed anything peculiar about him.

Later, I heard that there was a year when the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was drying, and there was a sudden rainstorm in the mountains, and the book was destroyed before the rescue, and the "Mantra of the Past" passed by Tianzhu was passed on. Master Yuanhui lamented, but Juekong was silent word for word.

Later, Master Yuanhui asked him to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and be responsible for transcribing the scriptures. After the abbot of Jueming took over the Zhulin Temple, there was also a golden scripture. ”

Empress Dowager Zhong raised her eyes when she heard this, and said with a smile: "Then have you seen him?" Haven't you ever wondered that his handwriting is not from an ordinary family? ”

Old Madam Mei covered her mouth and snickered, and confessed: "Don't hide it from the Queen Mother, the first time I met Master Juekong was about ten years ago. At that time, I inquired about his origin, and I had a fluke mentality, but it was later confirmed that it was just my whim. ”

Empress Dowager Zhong squinted at Gu Fanghua, but said with a smile in her mouth: "What did the old sister think of, could it be whimsical?" ”