She wanted to prove a ...... No, it's something!

Zhang Meixian did not delay, and immediately ordered the maid to prepare the carriage.

"Girl, it's raining heavily." The maid reminded.

Zhang Meixian said stubbornly: "Go quickly." ”

The maid had no choice but to respond.

Zhang Meixian sat in the carriage, and her heart beat fast.

Today, Zhang Meiyan's words are ugly, but they also remind her.

She dragged out her refusal, her uncle and aunt never said half a word about her, and her grandmother only occasionally nagged a few words at most, so she ...... She didn't feel too much wrong yet.

However, Zhang Meiyan's words made her realize that whether she marries or not is a trivial matter, and the important thing is how outsiders will view her uncle and aunt?

Externally, she has passed under the name of her uncle and aunt, so her family affairs should naturally be decided by the Song family.

If she doesn't marry again, how will outsiders talk about her aunt?

And now it's okay, in two years, the second sister and the third sister have reached the age of discussing relatives, and when she is in front, there is even more inappropriateness.

She's stupid...... Just because my aunt never mentioned it, she didn't even think about it.

Now that she thinks about it, Zhang Meixian can't help but feel guilty.

However, if she was asked to marry in a daze, she would be unwilling.

At least...... You should also ask!

……

The spring rain is cold, and the solemn Yongchang Temple is covered with a layer of dampness.

Zhang Fu was meditating cross-legged in the dormitory, when he suddenly heard a monk come to him, saying that it was a female benefactor who claimed to be surnamed Zhang, and came to see him with a hand-copied scripture.

Zhang Fu slowly opened his eyes.

Zhang Meixian waited under the verandah of the front hall.

Today, the sky is not good, and there are few pilgrims in the temple.

She is already tall and tall, and her appearance is also good, today she is wearing a red jacket and an emerald blue carved silk horse face skirt, standing there at this time, which is particularly eye-catching.

Zhang Fu saw her from afar, and so did Zhang Meixian.

With his eyes facing each other, the young monk staggered his gaze slightly.

He walked to the bottom of the porch, and the accompanying monk gathered his umbrella and stood to one side.

"Master Zhang." He bowed to Zhang Meixian.

"In addition to sending this hand-copied scripture book today, there is actually another thing, I want to ask the master to solve my doubts." Zhang Meixian looked at him, and asked in a calm tone, "I wonder if the master can appreciate it?" ”

Zhang Fu half-lowered his eyes: "The donor's words are serious." If the donor has any confusion, he may wish to listen to the Buddha, and the Buddha will have guidance. ”

"This confusion, the Buddha is afraid that he can't solve it, only the master can solve it." Sensing his evasion, Zhang Meixian looked straight at him, and his tone was full of stubbornness.

Zhang Fu's eyes moved slightly, hesitated for a moment, and nodded in the end.

He turned and descended the stone steps, each holding an umbrella, and walked towards the back of the hall one after the other.

It wasn't until there was no one around that Zhang Meixian slowly stopped, turned her head to look at him, and said, "...... I'm going to get married. ”

"The matter of marriage is a matter of common sense." There was not a trace of turbulence in Zhang Fu's tone.

Zhang Meixian's hand gripping the handle of the umbrella tightened slightly.

"But...... The people I want to marry, not them. She plucked up the courage to look at him again.

Zhang Fu was slightly stunned, and then said: "Then the donor will do as he pleases." ”

"But I don't know if he wants to marry me." Zhang Meixian stared at him tightly: "...... If so, I'll wait as long as I want. ”

Zhang Fu was silent for a moment.

"I don't know the result, life is short, or don't live up to the years."

The umbrella in Zhang Meixian's hand shook slightly, and a burst of water droplets flew down.

"Thank you for your advice."

The next moment, she looked at his right hand and suddenly asked, "I wonder if you can take a look at the master's right arm?" ”

There was finally a ripple on the monk's calm face.

"The donor's words are abrupt, and the poor monk can't obey his fate." There was a bit of detachment and indifference in his tone: "If the donor has nothing else important, the poor monk will order someone to send the donor out of the temple." ”

Zhang Meixian's heart tightened, gritted her teeth, and took a few steps forward and grabbed his right wrist.

The umbrella fell to her feet, and her other hand had lifted his sleeve.

"Master Zhang, please respect yourself-" Zhang Fu held her arm, and with a slight effort, she frowned in pain.

"If you're not him, what are you afraid of?" Zhang Meixian looked at her, and her eyes were already a little red.

For some reason, at this moment, she was almost confirmed.

Zhang Fu's eyes dodged for a moment.

Zhang Meixian endured the pain and insisted on lifting his sleeves.

He didn't seem to have any intention of stopping it.

On that arm, there was a red birthmark in the shape of a meniscus.

Zhang Meixian's eyes trembled, and she almost exclaimed.

Zhang Fu slowly withdrew his hand.

"Brother Bai ......" Zhang Meixian's voice was low and trembling: "It's really you...... How do you ......"

"Master Zhang." Zhang Fu interrupted her: "Please be careful. ”

Zhang Mei looked at him steadily, tears falling down his eyes, and he was speechless for a long time.

What experiences has he encountered over the years, how did he escape death, and how much suffering did he endure?

The umbrella at her feet, flipped in the wind, was swept away.

The rain soon wet her hair bun and dress.

Zhang Fu's fingers holding the umbrella moved slightly, and finally handed the umbrella to her.

"Let's go back." He whispered.

The voice, as if pushing away, instantly pushed her far away.

Zhang Meixian did not go to pick up his umbrella.

After a silent stalemate for a moment, Zhang Fu bent down slightly and placed the umbrella at her feet.

He folded his hands together and said, "The donor, please, the poor monk has taken his leave." ”

With that, he turned around.

"......" Zhang Meixian opened her mouth to stop him, but looking at the person in monk's robes, she couldn't speak anymore.

She could only watch him walk away step by step, and the white monk's robe disappeared behind the white jade fence.

……

After a rain, everything recovers.

In late spring, inside and outside the capital, there is a lot of greenery.

On the birthday of Zhang Heling and Zhang Yanling, the Zhang family was very lively.

The family didn't plan to do it seriously, but there were really a lot of guests who came to the door, and there was enough table in the Yongfang alone.

In addition to a few friends of the two, Wang Shouren and Canglu, and even Xu Yongning also came.

Even Zhu Youzhu has never been absent.

During the banquet, Song Fuqi was clamoring to eat fruit wine with Zhu Youjiao, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince felt that it was novel and interesting, so he responded.

The two of you come and go, but Song Fuqi loses more.

It is fruit wine, and it is intoxicating to eat too much. But Song Fuqi didn't listen to the persuasion of others, but became more and more motivated.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked like he was with him to the end.

The two of them were like a bar.

Wang Shouren and the others were in a hurry, so they called Zhang Meishou.

"Second cousin, this wine can't be eaten anymore." Zhang Meishou stepped forward and held down the wine jug.

When Song Fuqi saw her coming, she regained a little consciousness, grinned, and said, "Cousin, I have a good amount of wine!" Can't get drunk! ”

Zhang Meishou was helpless, so he went to see Zhu Youjiao.