The name of the water garden is "Yuan", but it is actually a temple. Because Mr. Jiang was only cultivating here, he was not considered a monk, so he changed his name. The small courtyard inside is exquisite, full of plums, peaches, and a small pond.

Du Mingxin only brought Chuncao and Xia Ye to move over, and as soon as they were properly settled in the room, she took someone to visit Mr. Jiang with a gift.

The woman in front of her was very thin, her skin was soft, and she couldn't tell how old she was, but the wrinkles that appeared at the end of her eyes when she smiled showed that she was not young anymore.

“…… Mr. is righteous, and he is very emotional. Since I didn't know my husband's preference, I only picked a few gifts. Meager things do not become respect, and please don't blame Mr. ”

"Miss Du, please get up," Mr. Jiang said softly, "I heard that you didn't live in Kaifeng City in previous years?" ”

Du Mingxin knelt on the cushion spread on the floor according to Mr. Jiang's example, and said with a smile: "My father is very sad because my mother died at an early age...... I invited myself to my home on the Zhuangzi at the foot of Songshan Mountain, closer to the Shaolin Temple, so that I could pray for my mother's blessings. ”

Mr. Jiang glanced at her with a smile, padd his hand with a piece of silk linen, took off the cast iron teapot that had just been boiled on the red clay stove, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Du Mingxin, and then said with a smile: "There is no need to say such words in front of me, I know your situation very well." ”

Du Mingxin lowered his head and took a sip of tea, smiling bitterly in his heart. In front of outsiders, she and the Du family are one. Her father's face and the reputation of the Du family are all closely related to her, how can she talk casually?

"Mr. Laughed." Du Ming smiled apologetically, "It's just that I don't know why Mr. knows about my family affairs?" ”

Mr. Jiang put down the teacup and said with a smile: "You follow Ran of Songyang Academy, oh, what is his name now, Mr. Wuyou, have you studied with him for a few years?" ”

Seeing that she mentioned Mr. Wuyou, Du Mingxin was completely relieved.

Mr. Wu You's real name is Ran Zongmin, and he is a world-famous erudite Confucian in the Great Zhou. He resigned because he was dissatisfied with the perverse behavior of the Great Zhou Emperor, and went incognito in Songyang Academy.

In his previous life, Chen Yuantai's seven holy decrees asked him to go out of the mountain, but they were all refused. Not only did the new emperor not thunder and rage, but gave a loyal archway, standing in front of the mountain gate of Songyang Academy, achieving a good story of the emperor's benevolence and loyalty. Of course, this loyalty is Mr. Wuyou's loyalty to the previous dynasty, not to Chen Yuantai's Yan Dynasty.

Du Mingxin grew up in the boudoir in his previous life, and his relationship with his father was very weak, and Aunt Liu was in charge of family affairs in the house, so he didn't know anything about the outside world. The reason why I know about King Jin and Mr. Wuyou is because they are both from Songshan and are close to the lockdown.

In this life, like in the previous life, Du Mingxin has no support or dependence. She could only follow the memories of her previous life, contact the monks of Shaolin Temple, and go to Songyang Academy to apprentice. Today, the hard work has finally paid off.

"What do you want to learn from me?" Mr. Jiang smiled and asked, "Let's talk about it first, I'm not good at female red needles." ”

Du Mingxin pursed his lips and smiled: "I have embroidered a lot of flowers in Zhuangzi in the past few years, and I am thinking of learning some side ones." ”

She was thinking in her heart, Mr. Jiang was very calm and atmospheric in his gestures, and his food and clothing looked simple, but he was faintly precious. The people who served around her also behaved in a measured manner, and Aunt Liu at home was like a fire girl in the landlord's house in the countryside compared to these people.

Since Mr. Jiang knows Mr. Wuyou, I am afraid that he also has a big background. Thinking of this, Du Mingxin cautiously asked, "If a person is sure that she will have great trouble in the future, what should she do?" ”

Mr. Jiang was surprised, it seemed that the girl in front of him was not just a concubine who was not treated by her father.

For fear of scaring away Du Mingxin's hard-won courage, Mr. Jiang only smiled faintly: "If you have the ability, you should naturally find out the cause and effect and face the blow." If this person is too busy to take care of himself, then he should rein in his edge and avoid calamity. The weaker ones should take refuge in the wings of others in order to survive. ”

Du Mingxin nodded, and stretched out his hand to refill Mr. Jiang's tea. She has always been smart and transparent, and she has already thought about what Mr. Fang Jiang said. It's just that the bowl of poison in her previous life came too unexpectedly, and she really didn't have a clue.

"The heart of harming others is nothing more than profit and affection." Mr. Jiang looked at her blank little face, and couldn't help but smile and reassure, "You can't figure it out now, maybe you don't know enough, maybe you are too young to guess people's hearts." ”

"I have people here who go to the palace from time to time to copy the newspapers of the imperial court, and you can go to the study at any time to read them. Don't blindly confine yourself to the house with the people around you, and send out more people to talk to people. You have to listen and watch more, and don't be stupid and blind, so that it is easy to fall into the way of others. ”

Du Ming's heart is clear, and he lived so wronged in his previous life, but it was because he strictly followed the rules like other boudoir ladies. As for this life, she smiled slightly, she wouldn't be so stupid again.

The light in the cave is short, and the years in the world are long.

Since Du Mingxin moved into Shuiqingyuan, day by day has passed quickly. Regardless of the opposition of the ministers and the fact that Chen Yuantai had already started an incident, Emperor Changqing of the Great Zhou Dynasty insisted on asking the Shaanxi Political Envoy to collect 100 good-looking virgins in Mizhi County and submit them to the palace within two months.

The northwest was already boiling with public resentment due to the ineffective disaster relief of the imperial court in the previous two years, and the Jiangnan silver had just been collected at the beginning of the year, and the northwest was like a powder keg full of stock. And this new will was like an artillery battle that was inadvertently thrown like a powder keg, and it blew up the northwest all at once.

Let's say that this year, Du Ming's heart is about to reach the end of the year, and before the month of Layue, Kaifeng Mansion has three heavy snowfalls, and there are chaotic broken jade everywhere, and a layer of snow white has suppressed the restless year.

On this day, Du Mingxin finished practicing big characters in the study, and then took people out to collect the snow on the plum blossoms in the backyard. A few girls couldn't stop laughing, and narrowly knocked over the Qingfeng white porcelain jar.

In the distance, a little girl walked over and said, "Miss Du, Mama Cui came from Du Mansion to see you coming." ”

Du Mingxin hurriedly beckoned Xia Ye to step forward, took the hand stove she was holding in her hand into her arms and covered it, and smiled happily: "It's a shame that Mama didn't see me playing in the snow like this, otherwise it would be another half-day lesson!" ”

Xia Ye smiled helplessly: "Since you know that Mama wants to say, you should also restrain a little!" ”

Du Mingxin walked and said with a smile: "Aren't you happy that the snow is falling so hard?" I couldn't be happier! ”

After entering his small courtyard, Du Mingxin saw Mama Cui standing under the eaves of the porch, and hurriedly stepped forward and pulled her into the house.

After taking off the snow coat and changing the shoes that were half wet, Du Mingxin found that Mama Cui's expression was a little bad.

"Mama, what's wrong with you? But was wronged at home? ”

Mama Cui took out a long brocade box from her arms, held it above her head, and knelt on the ground.