Chapter 08

Rong Jin finished transcribing the last line neatly, put down the pen, and was thinking about counting the time again, so as to ensure that he could finish copying this Buddhist scripture before the Qingming Festival, when he saw Shang Lu on the opposite side standing up.

"What's wrong?" Rong Jin followed his line of sight and looked back, just opposite the sight of Shen Yu who came to the door, and after being stunned for a moment, he also hurriedly got up.

In a panic, the sleeves of his shirt were covered with ink that had not dried on the paper, and the entire Buddhist scripture that had been copied with great difficulty was scrapped.

But Rong Jin didn't care about being distressed, and curtsy bowed.

In the past few days, in addition to Shang Lu and Granny Su, there are only the cooks who deliver meals on time every day. Shen Yu never cared about her, and he would never come over on a whim for no reason......

Shang Lu didn't think so much, threw down the paper cutter in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Why is Childe here?" ”

Shen Yu didn't answer and asked: "Is this here?" ”

Shang Lu pointed to the neatly cut stack of rice paper on the stone table and explained, "Sister Yun wanted to copy the scriptures, but she accidentally cut her hand while cutting the paper, so I helped me casually. ”

Rong Jin noticed that Shen Yu glanced at him, and a speculation arose in his heart-

Shen Yu felt that Shang Lu was a little close to her, and he was afraid that Shang Lu had no scheming and was coaxed by her?

She does have the heart to be good friends with Shang Lu, but she doesn't have any bad intentions, but she has been used to it over the years.

Because the situation at home is not easy, Rong Jin is particularly attentive in dealing with people, thinking about being kind to others, maybe there will be a time to ask for help in the future, but he didn't expect to arouse Shen Yu's suspicion.

"Copying scriptures?"

Shen Yu had never asked about Rong Jin, and Granny Su naturally wouldn't bother him with those trivial things, so she didn't know about it.

Rong Jin explained softly: "In a few days, it will be Qingming, after the death of my mother, the slave maid will copy some scriptures for her every year, so I dared to ask Granny Su to ......"

This explanation sounds plausible and impeccable.

Shen Yu walked to the stone table and casually glanced at the paper that had been stained with ink, originally just a casual look, but he was stunned on the spot.

He has always been moody and angry, and he rarely shows his emotions, but now, not to mention Cheng Ying, who has served for many years, even Rong Jin saw his gaffe and looked at it in puzzlement.

But the paper was just a section from the "Dizo Bodhisattva Sutra" that she copied by herself, nothing special, what was worthy of him to be so dazzling?

Shen Yu picked up the page and looked at it for a moment, and finally spoke: "Where did you learn this word?" ”

His voice was slow, but still a little surprised and confused.

Rong Jin was frightened by his solemn attitude, thought about it seriously for a while, and replied cautiously: "The slave maid has never practiced deliberately, and literacy and writing were learned by my mother when I was young. The mother is still a Buddha, and there is half a box of scriptures stored at home, among which there are two pages of scattered scriptures that happened to be obtained somewhere, and the slave and maid looked at the handwriting and were beautiful, so they intended to imitate ......"

Rong Jin didn't lie, her handwriting did come from like this.

She hadn't studied in detail where those two pages of Buddhist scriptures came from, and she learned them when she liked them, and now it seems that the person who wrote the Buddhist scriptures should be related to Shen Yu.

Judging by his reaction, it should be very relevant.

Shen Yu was skeptical of her explanation: "Only two pages of scattered scriptures are enough for you to imitate like this?" ”

"This ......" Rong Jin didn't know how to answer for a while, she was so old that she didn't even remember what the Qing Sanjing looked like, so she could only say cautiously, "The slave is a little clever in humanoid handwriting." ”

In the early years, there was a shortage of manpower in the Xinchang Street Bookstore, so she helped copy the books, and the handwriting in small block letters that was fashionable was also good, and she also earned a full two taels of silver for this.

It's a pity that the bookstore was relocated later, and her little cleverness was no longer useful.

Granny Su learned that Shen Yu was going to Xiliu Courtyard, and then followed, and when she entered the door, she was even more confused when she saw this posture. When he took the page in Shen Yu's hand, he only glanced at it, and was stunned: "This, this ......"

Under Shen Yu's gesture, Rong Jin repeated the previous explanation, and added: "What the slave maid just said is not half a lie. ”

Granny Su thought for a while, rubbed her eyes, and sighed, "There is indeed such a thing. ”

"Back then, my wife was weak in health and had a difficult heir, so I finally had a child with the general, but I had a lot of good things and a lot of grinding, and the fetus was unstable." When Granny Su talked about the old things, her expression and tone softened, "At that time, a sister-in-law came up with an idea to ask Mrs. to copy the scriptures by herself, and distribute silver money and rice to poor households and homeless people, which can be regarded as accumulating merit." Madame listened to it and copied the Buddhist scriptures for most of the year......"

This similar handwriting is not a conspiracy to hide, but just a coincidence, because of the affection of a loving mother, benefiting people who have never met.

Rong Jin heard that this "lady" was Shen Yu's biological mother, and knew that he had cleared up the suspicion, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Yu's expression gradually softened, and after listening to it, he didn't ask any more questions, and left with Shang Lu.

However, Granny Su's expression was full of nostalgia, she stared at the dirty Buddhist scriptures for a long time, brushed Rong Jin's shoulder, and said with a kind smile: "You write this word very well." Come, tell your mother-in-law about the family. ”

Because Rong Jin is a person from the back house of King Li's mansion, and the night she was brought back by Shen Yu, she was disheveled and flattering, and Granny Su only regarded her as a member of the elite, and she never looked down on her in her heart.

Now that Zhirong Jin is from a poor background, and has some fate with the deceased general's wife, and then looks at her well-behaved appearance with a plain face, she really has a lot of love.

Shen Yu was not moved, and he did not forget his plan to go to the Hosoliu Courtyard at the beginning. After he brought Shang Lu back to Tingzhu Xuan, he asked directly, "Have you been going to her every day?" ”

Shang Lu was stunned: "Sister Yun is there?" ”

He didn't notice it himself, but after thinking about it after Shen Yu asked, he realized that this was indeed the case, and nodded calmly.

Shen Yu frowned at his title, knocked on the table, and asked, "What do you think of her?" ”

"Sister Yun, she has a good temperament, is interesting, and very patient." Shang Lu finally began to sense that something was wrong, and said strangely, "Why did Childe remember to ask this?" ”

"And did she ask you about it? Or is it my business? ”

"No, I didn't." Shang Lu realized that he immediately denied it, and then cried and laughed, "Son, don't underestimate me too much, although I am not as smart as Baishu and them, I will not say anything when others ask." ”

"What's more, Sister Yun really didn't ask half a sentence, but said a lot of her own things."

Shen Yu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and Shang Lu continued.

"Sister Yun's mother went early, and it didn't take long for my father to marry another lady, she has had a hard time all these years, but she has been trying her best to protect her little sister......" Shang Lu didn't understand his son's defense of her, and said bluntly, "If I also have such an eldest sister, it would be good." ”

But when Shen Yu heard this, his attitude was not as gentle as Shang Lu imagined, but he came to a conclusion as if he was talking to himself: "You are pitying her." ”

Shang Lu was dumbfounded.

He felt that this was not quite right, and wanted to refute it, but he didn't know where to start.

"If what she says is true, you can pity her, but you can't be unaware of it." After Shen Yu pointed this point to the point, he didn't give up, but said, "You go back and think about it yourself, and before you figure it out, stay away from her." ”

Shang Lu usually dares to be poor, but when Shen Yu really moves, he won't say much, and respectfully responds.

After this day, Rong Jin never saw Shang Lu again, but Granny Su occasionally came over to sit.

She counted the time and finished copying a Buddhist scripture before the Qingming Festival, originally wanting to ask Shang Lu to help send it to the Jianfu Temple in Beijing, but now she can only entrust it to Granny Su.

This Buddhist scripture was copied neatly, which shows the intentions, and after Granny Su read it roughly, her chin responded.

According to the old customs, most of them have to go out on Qingming Day to sweep the tombs of their ancestors.

Rong Jin was self-aware, and he didn't bring up the matter of the door at all, so he packed up the unused paper and ink properly and returned it together.

"There is no shortage of this thing in the house, you just have to keep it, if there is something you want, you don't have to see it, just open your mouth."

Granny Su's attitude was much more earnest than last time, Rong Jin thought about it, and said with a smile: "There is nothing lacking here, just idle all day...... My needlework is acceptable, can my mother-in-law give me some materials, silk threads, make some sachets or other gadgets, it should be to pass the time. ”

Her request was never excessive, and Granny Su agreed without hesitation, and on the same day, she called a lot of fabrics to the fine willow courtyard, and there was even a roll of gold thread among the various silk threads.

It's just that in addition to these, I also made a remark by the way, saying that the son sent her to go. Rong Jin was inevitably surprised, but he didn't dare to delay, straightened his clothes and went to Tingzhuxuan.

When Shen Yu was recuperating before, Rong Jin came to listen to Zhuxuan, but he still went back to Shen Yu's study.

Rong Jin glanced at it when he entered the door, and found that although it was cleaned, there was not much furnishings, even if it was not compared with the magnificent Li Wangfu, with Shen Yu's current status, it also looked simple.

She didn't dare to look closely, and bowed her head after standing still.

Shen Yu finished reading the page of the book in hand, and then raised his eyes to look at her: "I remember that day you said that you were good at imitation handwriting?" ”

Rong Jin's eyelids jumped, and she intuitively felt that this was not a good thing, but she did say that day, and there was no way to deny it, so she could only nod and admit it.

"Come here."

Rong Jin closed his eyes and moved over in small steps.

She saw that Shen Yu seemed to be laying out paper and writing, and there was no one else in the study to serve, so she could only consciously study ink.

Shen Yu picked up the pen and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Cloud porcelain." Rong Jin still used this pseudonym, and then saw Shen Yu write his name on the paper.

When I watched her copy the scriptures before, Shang Lu once said that Shen Yu wrote well, and Rong Jin was now knowledgeable.

She was looking at it intently, but she heard Shen Yu say again: "You come and try." ”

Rong Jin looked up blankly, and after meeting Shen Yu's calm gaze, he realized that Shen Yu was letting himself try to imitate his handwriting.

She didn't know if Shen Yu wanted to test herself or if she had other plans, but she had no choice but to listen.

There seemed to be still residual heat left by Shen Yu on the barrel of the bamboo pen, Rong Jin helped his wrist, tried to write it first, and then stared at the two words on the paper for a long time, and then wrote it again.

Compared to the beginning, it does look like a lot, but it is not enough to confuse the real thing.

In the eyes of those who know how to do it, it can barely be regarded as similar, but it is not like a god, and the muscles and bones of the words are much worse.

But it's not easy to write like this after such a long period of effort, and she said that she is a little clever in this way, which is indeed true.

Shen Yu's gaze moved from the paper to Rong Jin, and some nervousness could be seen on that delicate face.

She looked charming and moving when she wore heavy makeup, and that night was even more amorous under the impetus of the love wine. But after washing all the lead, even if he tried his best to pretend to be calm, he still seemed to be a little green.

"Take it and see," Shen Yu took the enclosed letter from the book he had just read and handed it to Rong Jin, "Imitate the handwriting in it, the more similar the better." ”

If Fang Cai can still be said to be a test, now asking her to deliberately learn the handwriting of others is obviously for another purpose.

Rong Jin took the fluttering envelope with both hands, but he only felt powerless.

She couldn't guess Shen Yu's thoughts, but she intuitively felt as if she had stepped into the mud, and it was difficult to break free, and she would only sink deeper and deeper.

She even had a bold idea, but the next moment, she heard Shen Yu's cool voice again: "Don't think about hiding and fooling. ”

Rong Jin's mind was guessed, and he subconsciously buried his head lower, and said softly: "The slave doesn't dare." ”

It wasn't until he left the study that Rong Jin was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

She pinched the tricky letter, returned to Hosoyanagi Temple, and opened it, and found that it was a family letter that looked very ordinary. It should be from a woman's hand, and it is full of trivial matters at home, except for some social chores, that is, how a pair of children have been doing recently.

Although it is trivial, it can be seen between the lines that the couple is very affectionate, and the pair of children are also very cute.

As for the handwriting, it is a hairpin flower that has been in vogue for a while earlier.

Different from Shen Yu's self-contained style, this kind of handwriting is relatively easy to imitate, Rong Jin read it from beginning to end, and he is sure that he can learn eight or nine points.

She still had scruples in her heart, but with Shen Yu's words, she didn't dare to be really lazy, and she didn't have any leisure to make sachet embroidery, and began to ponder imitation characters with all her heart.

In fact, many people can do it by copying alone, and it is the most difficult to write another word that has not been seen in the letter according to this style.

In the blink of an eye, Qingming is clear, and the officials of the DPRK and China have half a day of rest.

Shen Yu politely refused the invitation of his colleague to go to the outskirts of Beijing on the grounds of injury, and still went back to the other courtyard to clean up, but someone came to the door.

Cheng Ying replied: "The county lord of Ming'an has arrived in person, saying that he is listening to the meaning of the saint and is here to send you medicine." ”

When it comes to this, I can't say anything if I don't see it.

Shen Yu didn't like to listen to Zhuxuan's visitor, got up and went to the flower hall, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly said: "Go to the fine willow courtyard and let Yun porcelain come to serve." ”

After thinking about it, he added: "Tell her not to be too plain." ”