After dealing with Qinghe's affairs, it was already a few days later, and the nurse refused Mu Qingwan's request to accompany her because of her old age, and planned to return to the capital to join her son for the elderly. Mu Qingwan could only take Bao'er with her, and the group set off again.

When she left, she was in a heavy mood, Mu Qingwan had been to Qinghe a total of two times, but each time she had a bad impression.

Thinking back on the bits and pieces of her time in Qingyun Academy, Mu Qingwan sighed, and she didn't know if Zhou Huanting had ever regretted her original choice......

The grain team left Qinghe one step earlier, and Mu Qingwan took Hu Zhao and a few people into battle lightly, so they quickly caught up with the large army.

Because she was worried about her younger brother Mu Yan, Mu Qingwan ordered someone to speed up the rest of the trip.

It's just that after all, she still has a child, so now Mu Qingwan is also sitting in the carriage.

"This child is smart, and I don't know if the mother and son are connected, and they eat a lot less these days."

Jixiang looked at the doll in Mu Qingwan's arms and couldn't help but say.

"Really? Later, when you stop for a break, go to the horse team to find out if there is any mare's milk. Probably because I've been drinking clear porridge for the past few days. Wait until you enter the next city and go find a nurse. ”

Mu Qingwan looked at the little doll in her arms suspiciously, staring at people with round eyes, looking very smart, but it seemed to be a little cowardly.

It's a pity that Mu Qingwan didn't take care of the children herself, and the only things she understood were when her two younger brothers were young. However, where is the need for her to do it herself? Auspiciousness and Ruyi don't understand these things. Fortunately, Bao'er is almost a year old and can eat some porridge.

The road was bumpy and hard, but fortunately, Bao'er rarely cried except for a few chirps when she was hungry or about to pop. 's well-behaved and clever temperament made Mu Qingwan very worry-free.

"This doll is really good-looking, white and tender."

Ruyi couldn't help pinching Bao'er's little face, probably feeling uncomfortable, Bao'er frowned, turned around, and buried her head in Mu Qingwan's arms.

"Bo'er is shy."

Mu Qingwan smiled and lifted the child up. The child's father and mother are not bad, and from a genetic point of view, this child will not be too bad in the future.

After getting along for the past few days, Mu Qingwan really liked this child. Jixiang and Ruyi also disagreed from the beginning, and they couldn't help but care about him. It's true, this kid is really lovely.

"But, miss, you haven't left the cabinet yet, if you have a child, I'm afraid it will be ...... in the future."

Jixiang is still a little worried, Mu Qingwan is not married after all, what is the matter with a child by her side.

"Huh? What's there? Take it to the border first and find a place to settle down. When I returned to the capital later, I asked the Zhou Mansion what it meant, and if they didn't want it, then I would raise him to grow up. ”

Mu Qingwan didn't think so, what's the big deal.

Bao'er in her arms seemed to have a sense, raised her head, looked at Mu Qingwan and giggled. Seeing that Mu Qingwan's mood also improved.

Ji Xiang was complicated, after all, in her eyes, no matter how good Bao'er was, it was always less important than Mu Qingwan. Although she was still worried about Mu Qingwan, she didn't say anything more.

The carriage swayed and headed west.

Ten days later, the team finally arrived in Wancheng and rested in Wancheng.

Wancheng was originally the residence of Uncle Wang, and there are many of his old departments here. Because before Mu Qingwan arrived at a place, she would let Hu Zhao take the first step in advance to find out the news. Therefore, he was able to learn in advance that Uncle Wang's subordinates were temporarily staying here to raise grain and grass.

Therefore, Mu Qingwan decided to be here and secretly hand over the food to the person in charge. Because he had quietly said hello, as soon as he entered Wancheng, Mu Qingwan arranged for Hu Zhao to do this.

Mu Qingwan learned that although Mu Yan had suffered some hardships on the battlefield, he was safe and sound, so he had a heart. So, taking advantage of her free time, Mu Qingwan took Jixiang and Ruyi to Fushan Temple together.

I came back here again after many years, but it has long been different.

The pear blossoms are in full bloom, and the pear orchards are full of bare trunks, and the ground is full of withered yellow leaves.

At this time, the pear orchard was empty, few people were there, and there was a desolate scene along the steps up the mountain.

Fushan Temple still stands in the depths of the pear orchard, but the gate of the temple is closed, and there is no lively scene in the past.

Mu Qingwan asked Jixiang to come forward and knock on the door, and after a long time, the temple door opened.

"Amitabha, donor, who are you looking for?"

The door of the temple opened, and out of it came a small novice, who was only about ten years old, and looked at the master and servant curiously.

"Little monk, is Master Wuchen here?"

Jixiang asked.

"The Dustless Master has passed away."

The little novice was silent for a moment before replying.

"This ......"

Jixiang didn't know what to do, so he turned his eyes and asked Mu Qingwan what he meant.

"Master Dustless has passed away? When is the matter. ”

Mu Qingwan was also a little surprised, although she could expect Wuchen's possible place, but when she heard the news of his death, she couldn't help but be surprised.

"It's been a few years, so the incense in our monastery is slowly decreasing."

The little monk touched his round head, and his voice became lower and lower.

"Jixiang, let's go, add more incense money."

Mu Qingwan was helpless and planned to leave.

"Don't worry, are you lazy to play again? Why don't you chop wood! ”

At this time, an old voice came, and then an old monk walked out, stretched out his hand and twisted the little monk's ear.

"Uncle Shi, I'm not lazy. There is a visit from a donor, really! Look at the sesame oil money! ”

The little monk grinned with his teeth twisted, anxiously covered his ears with one hand, and showed the old monk the silver ticket he had just given himself auspiciously with the other hand.

Ji Xiang Sai gave the little monk a few hundred taels of silver tickets, and the old monk noticed that there were others present. Coughed awkwardly.

"Ahem, donors. When I entered the temple, when the ancestor passed away, he left a few words for the destined people. ”

The old monk reorganized his robe and restored to the appearance of a high-ranking monk.

"Miss?"

Jixiang and Ruyi are still surprised by the great changes before and after the old monk.

Mu Qingwan thought about it for a while, and then followed the monk into the temple.

The inside of the monastery is still the same as it was a few years ago, but there are a lot fewer people, and occasionally you can meet one or two monks, and the monastery seems empty.

"Since the death of my uncle and ancestor, there have been fewer believers. This happened in a bad year, the monastery could not afford to support so many people, and many monks were also relegated. ”

Speaking of the current situation of the temple, the old monk was also helpless. The incense money that Mu Qingwan gave to the temple, the old monk had long hidden it in his sleeve, and it turned out that the monk also loved money.

"yes, I don't have enough to eat. Donor, you are such a good person. ”

The little monk touched his stomach without worry, and also interjected.

"I have some relationship with Fushan Temple, and I have also been treated by Master Wuchen, so it's just a matter of raising my hands."

Mu Qingwan looked at the little monk and said with a smile.

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