The whole study room was quiet and quiet, except for the sound of breathing and the sound of tiny paper turning.

"Fool!"

Whispering softly, with doting, with longing.

The corners of Lu Mingxuan's mouth hung into a smile.

He took the paper to his nose and sniffed it gently.

said slowly, "Little fool, when you change someone to write on your behalf, remember to change the paper as well." ”

This paper is from Jing Xin Zhai, and he used it for several years when he was in Yulin County, so how can he not tell the difference.

In this big capital, who else can use the paper of Jingxinzhai in Yulin County, except for Song Qingyuan's two brothers.

Therefore, the messenger of the message tonight is about to come out.

"It's the guard next to her......"

Lu Mingxuan muttered, his heart aching for no reason.

Song Qingyuan was born in a peasant family, although he is a legend, but it is not easy to find such a good guard.

Even......

In Lu Mingxuan's heart, a tough and upright figure flashed.

How can it be...... How can it be......

Everything that was once incomprehensible is now all strung together.

Lu Mingxuan suddenly brightened, and the corners of his mouth showed bitterness.

Although Xiao Jingduo is a brocade guard and has cruel methods, he has his own set of rules for dealing with people.

For the country and the people, he has done a lot of practical things.

He is also talented, and his bearing is impressive, and he admires him.

Who would have thought that such a man would be the same woman as him?

Lu Mingxuan smiled helplessly.

Walk to the desk and pick up the pen and write.

But as it was written, the action was sudden.

"Forget it!"

"What's the use of writing this!"

"The next time", the words that had just been written were torn in half from the middle.

Then, Lu Mingxuan picked up the torn paper, put it on the candle, and lit it.

The candlelight burned, reflecting on the delicate face, reflecting the loneliness and loneliness, as well as the tears faintly shining in the corners of the eyes.

"If you're well...... I let it go. ”

Watching her be happy, this is the only thing he can do for her.

I wish only for the afterlife......

This! Feeling! No! Negative!

…………

Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The bamboo path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.

The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the pond shadow is empty.

Wan Lai is silent, but Yu Zhong chimes.

Early in the morning, standing in front of Pudu Temple, this poem "Title Poshan Temple Hou Zen Temple" came to mind.

Song Qingyuan took a deep breath and tilted his head slightly, feeling the bath of the morning sun.

Ren Qingfeng swept on his face, clear spring, and the sound of bells entangled into his ears, and he heard a sound.

It is as if you can wash away your dirt and return to nature.

"The scenery of Pudu Temple is very beautiful, which makes people feel refreshed."

"When I feel this, my heart is at peace......"

San Lang stood beside Song Qingyuan and couldn't help but sigh.

Today, the national eunuch rested, and he and Dalang got up as soon as dawn.

Together with Shen Biqing and Red Sleeves, he accompanied Song Qingyuan to this Pudu Temple and presided over the next charity auction.

"Pretty good!"

Da Lang nodded in agreement and continued, "If you have spare time, you can come here to wander, listen to the Buddha's voice, precipitate your body, and you can also boost your mood." ”

"Brother Da Lang, when the third brother is resting, you can come and shop."

In ancient times, there were many natural landscapes, showing traces of development, and there were few to play.

In this way, the temple is completed, a good place to go.

Every time there is a temple fair, there are countless sons, young ladies, young boys, and girls vying for incense and marriage, and the scene is so lively.

"Alright, let's get in!"

Song Qingyuan called.

"Don't let the monks wait for ......"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingyuan took the lead in stepping into the gate of Pudu Temple.

Inside the temple.

On the huge field, the little novice has already begun to clean up, setting up tables, chairs and benches.

This time is different from the previous teachings on the Dharma, it is not a swing.

At this time, the auction table was placed at the front.

On the opposite side are eight tables, and around each table, ten chairs are placed, for a total of eight rows.

If all the seats are full, there will be more than 600 seats.

This is not a grand occasion for a small auction.

"Song Nongnu."

"I've seen Song Nongnu."

After seeing Song Qingyuan, all the little novices and monks greeted each other.

Song Qingyuan nodded his head in response.

"Song Nongnu!"

At this time, Master Pratt & Whitney came over.

He smiled and asked, "You have to preside over the charity auction for a while?" ”

Song Qingyuan shook his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Supposedly, I am the vice president of the charitable foundation, and at the beginning of my tenure, I should have presided over the charity auction."

"But ......"

Song Qingyuan's eyes glanced around the venue of Nuoda, looking at the tables and chairs that had been placed.

With a wry smile, "Master, there may be a lot of people participating in this auction, and the scene may be noisy. ”

"My voice...... It can't go that far. ”

Song Qingyuan was helpless.

She doesn't have a microphone, she just has her throat.

And yet her throat ...... It's not loud enough!

"Today's matter, I have to trouble the master!"

Song Qingyuan bent down slightly and gave a half-salute to Master Puhui.

In her heart, she secretly said that the voice of this old monk had been seen on the day she preached Buddhism. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese網ωωω.. còм <, domain name, remember

It's really loud and powerful.

The foundation of kung fu is not bad, and after talking for so long, it doesn't show any tiredness.

"This ......"

Master Puhui hesitated slightly, "The old man is really not good at words. ”

When Song Qingyuan heard this, his eyes rolled silently.

Master Puhui can say so much, but he even said that he is not good at speaking, and there are people in the world who are kind words.

"The master is so humble......"

Song Qingyuan didn't smile.

With just one glance, Master Puhui knew that Song Qingyuan had misunderstood.

So he explained, "The so-called bad words of the old man mean that he does not quote scriptures and texts and export them into poems. ”

Song Qingyuan understood in seconds.

It turned out that Master Pratt & Whitney meant that he couldn't use flowery language to sell what he was auctioning.

That's a problem......

Song Qingyuan thought about it, and turned his gaze to the big man on the side, San Lang.

These two are the prisoners of the country, not to mention talented, but they have a solid foundation in learning, and they are not a problem to write poetry, but they are ......

Song Qingyuan's two beautiful eyebrows were twisted together.

Scholars are upright, and it may be easy for them to use beautiful language to describe a thing.

It is difficult for them to use marketing methods to mobilize the atmosphere in the market, so as to auction the goods at a high price......

But this time, it's another good opportunity to put Da Lang and San Lang on the stage. ://www.. ://m..

It's a pity to miss it in vain......

Thinking so, she saw an arm slide in front of her eyes and pat her on the shoulder.

Song Qingyuan was stunned and looked up.

Saburo's gentle eyes met her eyes.

"Yuan'er!"

Saburo's clean and clear voice sounded slowly.

A arm that is not thick, and even somewhat slender, seems to bring strength.

With a firm gaze, he said, "Yuan'er, let the third brother give it a try......"

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