When she got up the next morning, Qiao Mei was still asleep and was woken up, first Zhou came, she solemnly wore a dark purple skirt today, with a soft and smooth gold silk shawl, as soon as she entered the Fuxiu Courtyard, she said: "Qingqing, get up quickly." ”

After worshipping the love and the moon to bow to the Zhou family, they began to prepare water for washing and clothes to be worn by Qiao Mei later.

On the stepping bed with the Ruijin embroidered white butterfly curtain tent, Qiao Mei turned over sleepily, she struggled to get up, and barely saw that it was Zhou, she said curiously: "Mother, why are you here?" ”

"You don't know?" Zhou took the water-soaked towel handed over by the worship, wiped Qiao Mei's face, and she looked at the worship.

He bowed his head and said, "Yesterday, the girl rested early, and the slave maid hasn't said anything yet......"

"What the hell is going on?"

"You!" Zhou poked her forehead and said angrily, "Why did you forget that today is Qingming?" We have to go to Qingye Temple to worship the Buddha for a day, and some time ago you have not been full of disasters, my mother took you to worship the Buddha, so as to protect the mother's Qingqing has been safe and smooth. ”

"Qingye Temple, ah......" Qiao Mei was in a trance.

The things I experienced in my previous life are like watching the flowers in front of me......

By the long broken bridge, there was a rapid drizzle in the air, and the man was handsome, with a white oil-paper umbrella with black hair, walking towards her step by step, even the knuckles of the umbrella were so beautiful.

Ten thousand years at a glance.

It was Qiao Mei's love for the medal in his previous life.

Bai Yue tied the last belt for Qiao Mei, Zhou took a Zhu hairpin and gestured it to her head, Qiao Mei looked at the hairpin and couldn't help but smile, "Mother, this one is very good." ”

Zhou Shi carefully said goodbye to her head and praised again.

Someone in the front hall had already come to urge, and Nongzhu listened to Zhou's words and sent it away. Zhou straightened Qiao Mei's dress, and said, "I had to use some pastries on the carriage to pad my stomach." ”

In the Jingguo Mansion, Mrs. Qiao is particularly fond of Buddhism, and she has to take the whole house with her during the Qingming Festival every year

Go to Qingye Temple to eat fasting and pray Buddha for a day.

When everyone got into the carriage, Qiao Mei glanced at the thick bamboo who was sitting on the side and was silent, and said, "Mother, why are there so many people today, it's too boring in the carriage."

In order to make the itinerary simple, in previous years, Zhou and Qiao Mei only brought one maid each, but this time, because of yesterday's thick bamboo begged Zhou, his younger brother had been cold for a long time, and wanted to go to Qingye Temple to pray for his safety, so Zhou asked her and Qingzhu to go with her.

However, it's just one more person than usual, so how can it be crowded?

Zhou glanced at Qiao Mei, and only said to Nongzhu: "You go down first." ”

Nongzhu hung his head, grabbed his skirt in his hand, and paused before saying, "Yes." ”

The coachman outside was an old man in the house, and as soon as he raised his whip, the horses spread their hooves and ran forward, and the carriage was very stable.

Nongzhu watched the carriage move away, the hand holding the corner of her skirt still didn't let go, she frowned and turned around and went back to the house.

"What's going on?" Zhou asked, taking out a box of golden silk cakes from the carriage cassette.

Qiao Mei shook her head, leaned on Zhou's shoulder, and said, "Will my mother always support my choice?" ”

Zhou Shi listened to her words, and a deep meaning flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled softly with some relief, "Silly child, my mother only hopes that all your decisions will not be regretted in the future." ”

The carriage was spacious, and Qingzhu and Moon worship sat in front. The curtains were slightly lifted by the wind, and there was a thin rain outside, and Qiao Mei glimpsed that the pedestrians on the road were hurrying, and the oil-paper umbrella was propped up.

She closed her eyes, unwilling to look again.

She just wants to protect her family from harmlessness in this life, and also change this unfair past life for herself.

The carriage moved slowly, and as it went, there were more stones, and after a while it stopped.

Qingye Temple is in the bamboo forest in the deep mountains, the carriage has to go through the sheep intestine path with difficulty, not only that, the people who visit the Buddha and worship the Buddha have to climb the 696 stone ladders to meet the golden body Buddha, the world calls the more than 600 stone steps "the heavenly steps".

Qiao Mei raised her eyes and looked at the towering clouds, the temple stood among them, and the mist in the mountains was ethereal, and she couldn't help but feel a shock in her heart.

Here, Old Madam Qiao had already been carried up the stone steps in a sedan chair - usually older and prominent people would hire someone to carry them up the steps to the sky, stop when they counted the six hundredth steps, and walk up by themselves in the back.

Other people in the house only came to the second lady Qi family, Qiao Meng and Qiao Hui, as for the third room, because Qiao Yu was naughty and played with water yesterday and had a low fever, the third master and Qu stayed to take care of her and did not come again.

Originally, Qiao Hui shouldn't have come, but Mrs. Qiao said that she wanted to bring her here to get a touch of Buddha's spirit, so as to open up the branches and leaves for the four princes as soon as possible.

Qiao Mei glanced at Qiao Meng, she was the only concubine in the second room, but she was timid, and her temperament on weekdays was not even comparable to Qiao Hui, and the Qi family didn't seem to be good to her......

Several people did not have the privilege of sitting in a sedan chair, so they had to climb the stairs.

Fortunately, it was not hot at this time, and the sky that had just fallen lightly was washed blue, and the clean and flawless clouds lay quietly in the sky. Bamboo trees are planted around, and the sound of the wind occasionally blows, rolling up bursts of pleasant sounds.

Qiao Mei hugged Zhou and began to reminisce, the memory of her previous life here has faded. It's just that she now feels that the first time she saw the Qi Medal was a bureau set up by someone, or he himself, or someone else.

When the group arrived at the gate of the temple, there was already a little monk who had been waiting for a long time, he folded his hands, said a word of Buddha, and then said: "The little monk's name is clear, please donor." ”

Qi was already tired and paralyzed, leaning on the maid, unable to speak.

Although Zhou's forehead was sweaty, he still smiled reluctantly and said, "There is little master Lao." ”

Old Mrs. Qiao arrived first, and she went to the Rite Sutra with the host, and they were taken by the little monk to wash and rest.

In the afternoon, after Zhou took Qiao Mei to worship the golden-bodied Buddha devoutly, he wandered around. The monastery is quiet, only the mountain streams and the sound of insects and birds, and the Sanskrit sound of monks in the distance.

Zhou looked at his daughter beside him, squeezed her hand, and smiled on his lips. In the past few years, Qiao Mei was obedient to Qi's side, refusing to be close to her, but now it's better.

The two chose a small path, and somehow they became more and more remote, Qiao Mei only felt a beat in his eyebrows, inexplicably, and a little uneasy.

"Senior brother, Master has a message."

In a secluded corner, the voice of a little monk came.

"Hmm." The man's voice was as warm as water, but he was particularly sorry for the words, "There is labor." ”