A concubine enters the mansion? Reborn, three matchmakers and six engagements to marry the Prime Min

The old lady always treats the girls in the mansion based on their value, and the most direct way to measure the value of the girls is to see what kind of family they marry into.

Mr. Shen San is gone. What value can a dead person have?

Su Qingyu didn't even raise her eyelids, and said in a cold voice: "Just in time, you can take advantage of me. You have to keep your eyes open to find a husband and see if the person you are looking for can be better than Mr. Shen."

There are very few people in this world who can compare to Master Shen San, even though he is dead.

Su Yihui frowned. She was obsessed with marrying high, not only overpowering Su Qingyu, but she also didn't want to be too far behind, so she hasn't gotten engaged yet.

At this time, Su Qingyu said the central issue, Su Yihui said: "If he is alive, you still have the capital to be arrogant. Everyone is dead. I don't know how crazy you are."

"But that's right. If he were alive, he wouldn't be able to marry you."

Su Qingyu raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at her, with a hint of ridicule in her eyes.

In her previous life, Su Yihui got married a year later. Her husband was Song Hongshen, the concubine of Zhongyihou Mansion, who was extremely talented and beautiful. Although he was a concubine, he made great achievements in opening up new territories.

Unexpectedly, the day after Song Hongshen returned to Beijing for his meritorious service, he discovered the affair between Su Yihui and Xu Liangping, the grandson of Xu Yixiang, the chief minister of the cabinet.

Song Hongshen directly wrote a letter of divorce, and Su Yihui did not marry into the Xu family in the end. Instead, she was sent to the ancestral temple in the old house in Shaoyang by the Su family.

The incident of catching an adulterer became a hot topic, and it once became a joke in the capital. The Su family, the Song family, and the Xu family all became the talk of the people after dinner.

Su Qingyu didn't want to get into a meaningless argument, so she just closed her eyes and rested.

More than an hour later, the carriage stopped at the Huguo Temple. Aunt Hu, who was beside Su Qingyu, went in to find the master in charge and booked the courtyard where the Su family usually lived. Although they may go back at night, the ladies and servants all need a place to rest.

According to the age group, Su Qingyu lived in the main room, Su Yihui lived in the east wing, and the servants and ladies lived in the west wing.

"Zhenzhu, I put my things in the main room, but I will rest in the side room with you. We share a room." Su Qingyu whispered to Zhenzhu.

Pearl's expression changed, "Miss, is someone trying to cause trouble?"

Su Qingyu's eyes were dark, but when she saw Pearl's nervous expression, she still smiled and comforted her, "Maybe I'm overthinking it, but it never hurts to be careful."

Especially now that she was in the temple, if something happened, she wouldn't even be able to find help.

Su Qingyu brought pearls and emeralds, and the two girls held sacrifices and scriptures in their hands. The three masters and servants left the house, intending to go to Master Ci'en to light incense and practice it.

Ordinary people should naturally not disturb Master Ci'en when performing rituals. However, the Su family spends a lot of money on incense at Huguo Temple every year. In addition, Su Qingyu has met Master Ci'en several times, so she wanted to ask him to personally perform the ritual for Shen. Third Master is doing this ritual.

Huguo Temple is built halfway up the mountain, and Master Ci'en is always behind the main hall at the highest point.

Pearl looked at the sky and said, "It's so cloudy today, it looks like it's going to snow."

Su Qingyu was walking on the bluestone path beside the Main Hall. When she heard this, she smiled and said, "If it snows, we will stay here overnight and go down the mountain tomorrow."

"The vegetarian food at Huguo Temple is very delicious, especially the tofu. I heard it is made with spring water from the mountain. The soy milk is extremely sweet without adding sugar."

"After it snows, the night view on this mountain becomes even more beautiful. The lights on the palace are always bright and magnificent."

Pearl blinked her eyes twice, "Young lady has never stayed overnight in Huguo Temple, so how can you speak so righteously?"

Su Qingyu blurted out: "Have you never eaten pork? Haven't you seen pigs running?"

After speaking, he stuck out his tongue playfully and clasped his hands together, "Don't blame me, Buddha, the little girl didn't mean it."

The three masters and servants finally made it around to the backyard, but before they could get close to the wing where Master Ci'en lived, they were blocked by a young novice monk.

"Donor, Master Ci'en is seeing guests, but he won't see anyone else today."

Su Qingyu was stunned, are you having a visitor?

But this first seven is not like other religious rituals, it can't be done two days late.

Su Qingyu said politely: "Little master, can you help me ask Master Ci'en and ask Su Qingyu, the daughter of the Su family, to do the first seven rituals for Mr. Shen?"

If Master Cien is really unavailable, she will have no choice but to find another master.

When the young monk heard that he was from the Su family and was performing rituals for Mr. Shen, he said, "Then the young monk will go in and ask the master."

Not to mention that monks ignore secular affairs, this Huguo Temple is inseparable from the powerful people in the capital.

Poor people cannot ask Master Ci'en to perform services.

Not long after, the young novice monk came out and made an invitation gesture, "Master Ci'en invites Miss Su to come in and talk. The two female donors will come with me to the side room to drink a bowl of soy milk to warm up."

The implication is that Su Qingyu can only go there alone.

Su Qingyu was overjoyed when she heard this. Master Ci'en was willing to see her, so the matter was close.

I followed the young novice into the Zen room behind the Mahavira Hall. As soon as I entered the door, I saw two people sitting on the futon on the floor with a chessboard in the middle.

One of them was Master Ci'en, who was over sixty years old, and the other was the man she met in Mr. Shen's study that day.

Su Qingyu felt slightly blessed, "I have met Master Ci'en, I have met...this gentleman."

The man raised his head, with a slight smile on his elegant and handsome face, and his eyes were deep and innocent.

"My surname is Yan, and I am from the third line of business."

Su Qingyu was stunned, her surname was Yan? Mrs. Shen’s surname is Yan.

She remembered that the Yan family did have a third master, who looked about thirty, and was about the same age as the person in front of her.

"Hello, Mr. Yan."

After saying hello, Su Qingyu turned to Master Ci'en and said, "Master, I want to do the seven rituals for Mr. Shen. Do you have time?"

Master Cien paused before making a move, and subconsciously looked at Master Yan opposite him.

Seeing Mr. Yan slightly nodding, Master Cien said: "If I have time, I'll let someone prepare for it first. You can play this game for me."

Su Qingyu took over from Master Ci'en and sat down opposite Master Yan.

After taking a closer look at the situation on the chessboard, I suddenly felt that it seemed familiar.

Nuanyu's Go piece was warm and gentle, and she subconsciously placed the black piece in the position in her memory.

Mr. Yan narrowed his eyes and Bai Zi fell.

The two of them moved one move after another as if they didn't need to think. In less than a quarter of an hour, the winner was clear and Su Qingyu won.

But there was no joy on her face. She lowered her head and stared at the chessboard, feeling a little guilty.

In her previous life, she saw a hand-drawn chess book in Mr. Shen's study. She played chess with herself when she had nothing to do, and she memorized it over time.

In this game just now, she cheated.

"Girl, you are good at chess. Let's play another game."

After playing three games in a row, Mr. Yan's expression became more and more distorted.

It's not because he lost chess, but because Miss Su played chess as if she could see his mind. Or rather, it was a coincidence that the two of them had the same research on chess moves.

Su Qingyu didn't mean to beat him, but she didn't know what was going on with Sanye Yan's chess moves, and her moves were just like the chess records.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Su Qingyu asked: "Did Mr. Yan come here specially to attend the funeral?"