The sky is wrapped in a roll of crab shell green robes, and the corners are faintly torn by the white of the fish belly, flowing into the sky, just like the twenty-six winters in the Xiaoyao Palace, in the small pavilion of the main courtyard of the Meng Mansion, the red candles are dimmed, and the shadows are silent.

If it is tens of thousands of dawn and twilight, it is not a flying flower, but a deeper leakage.

A roll of gold, silk bod, tizi, and round, Mrs. Meng worshiped in front of the Buddha statue in the cabinet, closed her eyes and palms, and the futon fell into two seals.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva and walking in the deep prajna para honey, he sees the emptiness of the aggregates and overcomes all suffering."

Mrs. Meng knelt steadily, she reverently muttered the "Heart Sutra", dusted her fingers, and the golden silk bodhisattva and grapes sounded a series of ticks.

Then he took the three incense sticks handed by Li'er on the side, bowed three times, and then helped himself to get up by Li'er, and inserted the three incense sticks firmly on the Rui Beast incense burner.

The incense mist curls, raising wisps of smoke, filling the hall with Buddha incense.

"The old lady is pious, she gets up so early on her birthday to chant sutras, and the Buddha will bless you."

The light of the Buddha lamp sprinkled on the gilded Buddha statue that was high for the shrine, and a faint golden light was reflected from there, shaking the eyes of Mrs. Meng, she glanced at Lian'er, and whispered:

"You're used to having a sweet mouth."

Li'er smiled and lowered her eyelashes: "It's all the slave's true words." ”

After the last star-lit cigarette ash was shattered, the old lady took Li'er's wrist out of the Buddhist pavilion, took a body of sandalwood, bypassed the six-fold screen, and sat down in the main pavilion.

"The old man doesn't like to be lively, so it's okay for the family to sit down and have lunch," Mrs. Meng paused, "Huai'er is resting today?" ”

"The young master said that he had an urgent matter and needed to enter the palace, and he would rush back before noon." Li'er made sweet tea, and the honey water and the petals were put into the boiling water, which was so sweet that it was in the heart.

She gave it to Mrs. Meng, and deliberately put less honey.

Mrs. Meng took the teacup and took a sip, her eyebrows loosened a little: "Huai'er has always been very filial. ”

"No, the young master specially came here to instruct him before entering the palace."

Li'er's eyebrows were smiling, she was a girl's delicate, her eyes turned, looking at the look of the person in front of her, and added: "I heard that the young lady has recently prepared a birthday gift for you, and rarely goes out of the room." ”

Mrs. Meng raised her wrist and put the teacup on the case, and there was a sound that was not light or heavy, and her eyes contained a deep meaning: "She? I saw that the bones of the body were even weaker. ”

"The young lady is graceful, and many girls in the city are envious." Li'er Shandai turned back and forth, and the autumn water flooded a little wave, and she made a promise.

"As far as her few taels of meat are concerned, she doesn't look like a many." Old Madam Meng raised her eyes and looked at Li'er, and her words changed sharply, "Have you gone to Pujia Courtyard to deliver tea recently?" ”

Li'er was stunned and bit her lip: "The young master said that tea is good tea, but if you drink too much, it will always get tired, so I don't have to go." ”

Old Madam Meng sighed and retracted her gaze:

"That's it, there's no hurry."

Li'er stiffened her face, stepped forward to remove the cold teacup, and wanted to refill the cup, but was stopped by Mrs. Meng:

"You can follow me to the dining room and see what kind of dishes are prepared for lunch."

Li'er hurriedly handed the teacup to the maid on the side, and then bowed her body and steadily helped Mrs. Meng out.

The sun rises, the breeze blows the dry heat of summer, the incense is sold in the furnace in the courtyard, the mist becomes a cloud, and the cloisonné enamel bottle obliquely holds a weeping green calyx.

Ying'er pours the mouth of the silver bottle, closes her palms on the Boshan furnace where she has passed the incense and refining honey, and only waits for the cold condensation wall, accumulates the incense, and will make agarwood ripe water.

The aroma gathered in the room, and the delicate woman sitting next to the bookcase was putting down the wolf hair and breathing a sigh of relief.

Shen Zhihe turned his stiff wrist, waited for the ink to dry, and pulled out the yellow pages under the stack of paperweights and placed them on a high stack beside him.

Look at the thickness, I almost copied the scriptures.

"Madame, let the slave and maid come." Ying'er heard the sound and raised her head, hurriedly put down the things in her hand, wiped her hands, and stepped forward to sort out the scriptures that had been copied.

Shen Zhihe hummed softly, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and frowned: "It's time to put an ice oven in the pavilion." ”

"The young master has already ordered it to go down, and it will be used soon." Ying'er stacked the stack of yellow pages neatly and wrinkled her eyebrows, "You've been tired of copying this scripture lately. ”

"Today is the birthday of the old lady who is the first year of my marriage to the Meng family, so I can't be sloppy."

Shen Zhihe got up, Ying'er lifted the bead curtain for her, entered the cabinet, sat down in front of the makeup, she looked at her face carefully, picked up the vermilion and nodded her lips, and replied:

"There is no shortage of gold and silver in Mengfu, the old lady believes in Buddhism, I copy the scriptures day and night and give it to her, so that she can also win a good reputation."

Ying'er straightened her loose bun for her: "It's still Mrs. Visionary." ”

Shen Zhihe took a sip of grease, the jade hairpin on the cloud sideburns was a little green, the hibiscus flower trembled, the distant mountains were willing to make eyebrows, accompanied by a dai color, and the painted skin wrapped in front of the bronze mirror was the color of the world.

"It's also strange to say that this Meng Mansion is also strange," Ying'er lowered her voice, "It has always been the evening birthday banquet, but the old lady has set noon. ”

"This time it's just a family banquet, the old general likes to be quiet and doesn't like luxury, so the old lady naturally follows him closely." Shen Zhihe saw that the dress was all inappropriate before he stood up, and looked sideways, "Take the scripture book, let's go to congratulate her on her birthday earlier." ”

Ying'er replied softly.

The branches were scattered by the sun, and the light came through the cracks in the treetops, although the old lady told not to make a big deal, but the Meng Mansion still made a lot of red silk, and looked festive.

Ying'er held a bamboo umbrella, blocking the poisonous and spicy sunlight for Shen Zhihe in front of her, and the steps on the bluestone slab were soft.

"Lao Wangpo passed on." Shen Zhihe stood still in front of the main courtyard, and said to the princess behind him, lowering his eyes slightly.

Wang Po answered, walked steadily to the main pavilion, and came out with a half-sound, welcoming the two of them in.

The cloud silk wrapped Shen Zhihe's delicate body, and as soon as he stepped into the low threshold of the pavilion, there was sandalwood on the tip of his nose, and there was a familiar sweetness when he smelled it.

Her eyes moved, she stood still a few steps away from her seat, and saluted: "Daughter-in-law, please be safe to mother." ”

"Get up, sit."

Old Madam Meng raised her eyes and glanced at her, and the pity on the side was understanding, and hurriedly stepped forward to put a cushion on the side seat.

Shen Zhihe saw her move, bowed his head lightly, smiled back, and then sat down on the cushion.

"The feast hasn't arrived, you're early." Mrs. Meng's waist was straight, and she looked at Shen Zhihe, and her voice was heavy.

The copper bells under the eaves jingled, Shen Zhihe took the tea offered by Lian'er and took a sip, soaked in a soft voice, and she frowned respectfully: "Mother's birthday, daughter-in-law has come early to celebrate her birthday." ”

Then he gave Ying'er a look, and the latter stepped forward with his eyebrows raised, holding a thick box, opened the buckle with one hand, and served it in front of the old lady.

Shen Zhihe stood up, knelt down straight and kowtowed, and his forehead touched the ground:

"The daughter-in-law knew that her mother had offered the Golden Buddha in Lanruo Temple, and she specially copied ten volumes of scriptures to her mother as a congratulatory gift, so as to fulfill her daughter-in-law's wishes, and only wish her mother good health and a long life."