It didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at the Shenghe Temple, and Ruan Yuyi sat on the carriage peacefully, waiting for everyone else to get off before getting up.

"Miss, watch your step."

Ruan Yuyi took her outstretched hand and hummed softly.

In front of him was a familiar long staircase, a group of people walked sparsely, Cheng Rui was overjoyed as soon as he came out, and he ran at the front with joy, while Cheng Xingqiu and Zhaorong followed Cheng Zhu's left and right.

Behind, Ruan Yuyi walked slowly.

Mu Xiang was walking on the side of her injured ear, and saw that her earlobe was red and swollen, and there was still a small streak of blood, which was dry at this time, "Miss, otherwise I will intercede with the prince, and don't wear those earrings in the future." ”

"No need, just rub some medicine." Ruan Yuyi shook her head gently, that son of the world doesn't look like he will feel distressed, if he takes it off without permission, I don't know if it will make him angry.

"But your injury is really not in good condition......" Mu Xiang frowned, her eyes followed her injury, and her tone was worried.

If the young master of the Ruan family was still alive, where would he be willing to let Miss suffer such a grievance.

Ruan Yuyi touched her earlobe and groped for a small concave wound. She meant to make sure how well she was healing, but she accidentally hurt herself, and her face turned pale with pain.

Mu Xiang hurriedly went to push her hand away.

When he arrived in front of the main hall, Zhaorong, who had already shouted in his mouth that he was tired, simply rested on the bench under the camphor tree in front of the temple. Cheng Xingqiu settled the eldest princess, glanced sideways at Ruan Yuyi, and felt strange in his heart.

He remembered that in the past, when he went out of the house to hang out, she always liked to shout tired, but now her face was as usual.

The Shenghe Temple is built on the mountainside, and it is all stairs, and the carriage and sedan chariot cannot come up, even the royal family and nobles, and only the part of hiking, so it is really difficult to go on a trip.

She was also a little tired, but she only opened her mouth imperceptibly, holding all the light gasps in her throat and not showing it.

The little novice who was sprinkling the sweep noticed the comer, stopped the broom, tilted his head to look at her, and said uncertainly, "Donor?" You're here today. ”

Ruan Yuyi saw that he was a little familiar, and she couldn't remember it for a while.

"I've been in charge of cleaning the hall and the front of the hall, and I've been seeing you come over lately, and I see you all familiar." He smiled.

With that, she remembered that no matter how early or late she came, it seemed that he was indeed the only one who had been sweeping here these days.

Zhaorong saw Ruan Yuyi talking to the little novice in the temple from a distance, and nodded from time to time, his eyes filled with doubt. She is a woman, and she is not a person who worships the Buddha, how could she know the novice in the temple?

She couldn't sit still, got up, and asked, "Have you been here a lot before?" ”

"This donor, she ......"

The little novice who sprinkled the sweep was a good talker. It is precisely because of many words that he was arranged here by the abbot to clean the amount of one person, so as to sharpen his temperament. At this time, when someone came up to interrogate, it was still a topic that he could interject, and he was about to pick up the stubble.

Ruan Yuyi was afraid that he would reveal something that the eldest princess shouldn't know, so she interrupted, "I've been in a bad mood lately, and I often come here to relax. ”

She knew too well what Zhaorong wanted to hear, and as soon as these words came out, the suspicion in Zhaorong's eyes suddenly disappeared, and she thought that she was depressed because she was burdened by Cheng Xingqiu, and naturally felt that she was better than her.

However, she usually goes to the garden or the stream, but she is unconventional and comes to the temple.

Zhaorong snorted coldly, and under his contemptuous look, he couldn't hide his pride, "Scatter your heart to the Holy River Temple?" ”

"The Buddha is here," Ruan Yuyi glanced at the golden-bodied Buddha in the hall from afar, as if she was really moved by the atmosphere here, "how can you not be comforted." ”

Zhaorong has been pampered for a long time, no one pays attention to her, where can she have a trace of respect for the Buddha, she doesn't understand it at all, and walks away boringly.

Xiao Shami didn't feel the tension between the two, but felt that the donor who applied the fat powder lightly was kind-hearted, and the conversation became a little more eager.

Cheng Zhu relieved himself, so he sent a message to let everyone in, and informed the temple that they wanted to stay here for a day or two. Seeing that there were many of them, the people in the temple arranged a small independent courtyard with several wings for them.

So Mu Xiang and the others were led by a novice and went to settle things first.

In the main hall, Cheng Zhu beckoned everyone to kneel on the cushion, and he was thinking about something, probably asking for the health of his grandson who had not yet been born, and the success of his eldest son's career.

Even Cheng Rui was ignorantly asked to follow suit, only one Zhao Rong was inconvenient, so he stood aside, took a merit book in his hand, and flipped through it at will.

The booklet is densely recorded with the incense donated by the visitors, how much or less, and most people are asking for peace of mind. There are also big families in the capital and even in various places who regularly donate incense to the temple, and it is impossible to say how much it contains the meaning of comparison.

Zhaorong rummaged for a while, beckoned, and a novice came over.

"Remember a thousand taels of silver, and the eldest princess's mansion will send it the next day." She lifted her chin and stared at the novice who was looking down at the ground.

When Shami heard this, he smiled politely and said slowly, "Amitabha, 'On the road to heaven, blessing comes first.'" If the donor is sincere, my Buddha will know. "He is neither humble nor arrogant, he is used to seeing such magnanimity.

Zhaorong turned his face to Ruan Yuyi and said, "What about you, sister?" ”

She was caught off guard and was called, and she looked at Shang Shami and the eldest princess, and she was speechless for a while, and her face was slightly red.

The defeat of the mother clan could not help her, and even the two boxes of dowry that she only brought up, most of them were taken by Cheng Zhu's family as public use in the house, and she didn't know where to spend it, and the money in her hand was only for her own food and clothing, so how could she donate spare money to the temple.

Sha Mi looked at Zhaorong's gaze, and at this time he realized her predicament, and took the initiative to open his mouth to relieve the siege, "Money is something outside the body, and it is enough to have a donor's heart." ”

Where was Zhaorong willing to let her go, "Sister, don't be able to take it out, no wonder I smashed it when I saw the bracelet in the palace a few days ago." ”

But this is to say that the white is black.

She waited for Ruan Yuyi's embarrassed look, but unexpectedly, Ruan Yuyi bowed her head and admitted directly, "It's not as rich as the eldest princess, I really don't have much spare money in my hands, so I'll add twenty taels for the time being." The Buddha purifies all sentient beings, and he does not blame him if he thinks about it. ”

Novice smiled and thanked him as before.

"Twenty taels?" Zhaorong raised his tail note and sneered, "It's no worse than you to call Hanako!" If my sister can't afford to donate, she doesn't have to reluctantly fill her face, and this palace will donate it on your behalf. ”

Random comparison, this remark is really disrespectful, hearing the novice on the side frowned, and reminded in a deep voice, "In front of the Buddha, don't say anything to the donor." ”

Who knew that Zhaorong didn't pay attention to him at all, approached Ruan Yuyi with the merit book in his hand, and pointed out the content on it to her, "Sister, look, no one has as little as you." ”

I remember that most of the people on this page are rich and famous, and the amount of incense money is indeed not small, but I don't know that these people donate a lot of money to the temple, and they can really use it to relieve their labor.

Seeing Ruan Yuyi leaning over defenselessly, Zhao Rong suddenly let go of his hand, letting the thick merit book fall and cover the ground.

She herself seemed to be frightened, her face turned pale, she protected her abdomen, and exclaimed.

This sound attracted the rest of the pilgrims in the hall to look at it.

Ruan Yuyi pursed her lips and took a step back silently.

No one saw that in the corner where no one was paying attention, a middle-aged man without a beard had a full view of the farce.