Chu Xian and the fourth master glanced at each other, and the fourth master took the lead in speaking and asked, "What did you hear?" ”

Chu Xian lowered her head slightly, a little wanting to laugh. Why didn't you find the fourth master so cute before?

It's really choking to death.

"It's the nonsense that the crazy monk said just now," Tong Jia Muzhen seemed a little scared, nervously pulling the handkerchief, and her face was full of uneasiness: "Actually, it's really nothing, it can't be true, it's good that my cousin and sister-in-law didn't hear it." ”

"My cousin and sister-in-law are here to enjoy the plums? Mu Zhen didn't bother, and Mu Zhen retired. As she spoke, she walked away quickly, as if she were so frightened that she did not dare to linger for a moment.

Chu Xian looked at her somewhat hasty back and frowned, not sure if she was thinking too much, she always felt that this situation was very wrong.

Before coming to this time, she was also a person who had been in the entertainment industry, except for her face, acting skills, and a sum of money from her ruthless parents, she had no background, and she could be regarded as having seen all kinds of situations in the world.

Although Tong Jia Muzhen is young, the daughter who has been carefully raised in the big family is really as simple as it seems on the surface?

The nobles of the Eight Banners have to be drafted, and they may become royal women, and the family has been preparing for this since the day their daughter was born.

Like the Ulanala family, because of her frailty, it is rare to want to escape the draft and recruit a son-in-law.

The door of his head was knocked lightly, and the fourth master had a cold face: "If you have enough plum blossoms, let's go back now, pack up and go back to the palace." ”

What's so nice about a scheming back? What did she keep staring for?

Stupid bunny, this stupid bunny!

She shouldn't think that Tong Jia Muzhen is a simple and cute little girl like herself!

Chu Xian originally looked at Tong Jia Muzhen's slender back and thought about things, but came back to her senses after listening to his words, first nodded, and then shook her head vigorously: "Do you want to leave now, Xian'er wants to collect some more snow on the plum blossom petals, and take it back to the palace to keep for the fourth master to make tea." There is also a pine forest in the north courtyard of this Zen temple, and I want to collect some snow there. ”

"Fujin has a lot of leisure." He glanced over and saw a plum petal falling from her hair, and subconsciously reached out to pluck it for her.

"Master," Su Peisheng suddenly trotted all the way over: "The prince sent someone to deliver a letter to you, and he is waiting in the guest house." ”

The young man quietly turned his slightly raised hand, as if he casually straightened his sleeves: "Master, go take a look." Later, let Mama Lan go back and get two clean clay pots, you can take them to collect one jar, not too long, and leave for the palace after lunch. ”

"But the prince sent someone to deliver the message, maybe there is something important, why don't we go back quickly?" Chu Xian was afraid of delaying his schedule.

The fourth master's eyes flashed, he didn't expect Chu Xian to think like this, and the corners of his mouth hooked very indistinctly: "The master knows it in his heart." ”

Hearing him say this, Chu Xian relieved herself and took Mama Lan and Qing'er and a guard to collect the snow on the plum blossom petals and pine leaves.

The black, thin, thin guard named Mu De was very helpless, and asked a big old man to do this work, Fu Jin was too good at torturing people.

Chu Xian took people to collect three jars of plum snow first, and then two jars of pine snow, and calculated in her heart, but it was still not enough, so she asked Qing'er and Mu De to send the collected ones back first, and then take a few new jars.

"Fujin, you can sit down and rest first." Mama wiped the stone next to her and took out her own handkerchief and put it on the mat.

Chu Xian just wanted to say yes, but suddenly heard the sound of creaking snow from far and near. When I turned my head, I saw a tall and thin old monk.

"Amitabha, donor, poor monk has a saying that is not worth saying." The monk walked over slowly and chanted the Buddha.