Huaxi Chronicle

North Garden, Deokju Hall.

Yan Ruyu was thinking about Lu's generous dowry in her heart, and the more she thought, the more she was throbbing, and the smile on her face became more and more obvious.At this time, Yan Cong'an was in her heart, like a gold ingot, she wished she could put it in her arms and take it home immediately.

She looked at Yan Cong'an carefully again, she saw that her body was a little thin, and it was probably difficult for her to give birth.But for the sake of such a heavy dowry, Yan Ruyu didn't care too much, thinking that Xue Ge would take another concubine in the worst case, so as to continue the incense of the Xue family.Yan Cong'an has been ill for a long time, and may go with her short-lived parents in a few years. With her dowry, she doesn't have to worry about finding a good family for Xue Ge, and marrying another regular wife .

Yan Cong Anyuan may not know Xue Ge's character in the capital.But the people in this room have already heard about it.Such as Yan Hongjie's family background is not bad, he spends his days drinking and drinking, saying that he is a playboy, at least he bears the word "playboy".But the same character falls on Xue Ge, so it is not an exaggeration to call him a local ruffian.This kind of family background and character, no matter how good Yan Cong'an is, it's thanks to her that Yan Ruyu can speak.

Everyone didn't show it on their faces, but they secretly mocked Yan Ruyu's wishful thinking in their hearts.Everyone sat and waited to watch the show, and when Yan Cong'an refuted Yan Ruyu, he could go up and ridicule him, pretending to be with Yan Cong'an, to win some goodwill.

The spectators didn't wait for the show, but they heard the old master Yan say: "Cong'an's marriage is up to the old man to make his own decision, so don't worry about it, just take care of the affairs in your own house. "

Mrs. Yan's words can be regarded as a blow to everyone in the house, and the deep meaning in the words is that he has already arranged for Yan Cong'an's marriage, so that they, who have their own ghosts, stop thinking about trying to win Yan Cong'an.

There was a moment of silence in Deokju Hall, and the drop of a needle could be heard.

Yan Cong'an hadn't spoken to him since just now, and when he saw this scene, he secretly smiled.Every one of them is calculating carefully, but in the end they can't count the most scheming fox.

However, this play reminded Yan Cong'an that, just as Chu Wuge said, Mrs. Yan must have secretly planned her marriage.Although he was concerned about his grandfather's status, Mrs. Yan could not force her into a bridal sedan chair and get married blindly, but he still had to make plans early so as not to cause side effects and disrupt the plan of this trip.

Everyone in the hall looked at their noses and hearts, and remained silent.

Li Guanshi came from the outside, he didn't care about the strange appearance of everyone in the hall.Old Mrs. Yan, who was standing opposite him at the door, bowed and said, "Ah Lang, the meals are ready, we can serve."

After the turmoil just now, everyone in the Yan family was silent, only the sound of porcelain chopsticks clashing could be heard during the banquet, and no one spoke again until the banquet was over.

Yan Cong'an looked around, but he did not see his fourth uncle Yan Guangyi and his son Yan Hongyuan during the banquet.Recalling what Yan Congle mentioned to her yesterday, Mrs. Yan did not hand over the tea mountain at home to the long house, but handed it over to the fourth house, Yan Guangyi and his son.

That tea house is the ancestral property of the Yan family, and more than half of the Yan family's annual income comes from the tea house. I don't know if the old lady Yan really wants to promote the fourth house, or wants to take the opportunity to beat the long house, or both. There are.

Yan Cong'an couldn't guess what Old Master Yan was thinking, but these didn't have much to do with her, and she didn't take these properties of the Yan family to heart.However, the Yan family's current situation can make more use of it.

The more turbid the water, the easier it is to catch the big fish you want.

After the banquet, everyone didn't stay to chat any more, and went back to their yard directly.

Yan Congle had been playing chess with Yan Hongwen before the banquet, and did not speak to Yan Cong'an during the banquet.Seeing that Yan Cong'an was about to leave at this time, he hurried to catch up, and told him that he would go to Guangji Temple together tomorrow, and then followed Aunt Su back to the East Garden.

At the foot of Qingshan Mountain, Guangji Temple.

Guangji Temple is a centuries-old temple located on the green hills in the south of Huaxi County.According to legend, a wandering eminent monk in the previous dynasty sat in Qingshan. The local people specially built Guangji Temple in memory of the eminent monk. There is a special pagoda in the back hall of Guangji Temple. golden body.

The most prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River is the most indispensable businessman who believes in Buddhism. The merchants who come from south to north spend a lot of money, and the incense of Guangji Temple is always prosperous.

Yan Cong'an had just finished her breakfast, and as soon as she stepped out of the dining hall, she saw Yan Congle flying in like a bird, and she felt quite amused.

After rectifying, the two sisters brought the treasure box, jade beads, and a maid of Yan Congle, and a group of five came to Guangji Temple to offer incense.

The death day of Yan Guangxin and his wife will be on the [-]th of next month. Yan Cong'an has not been to worship for three years. He wants to burn some scriptures for them on the day of death as a merit.On this trip to Guangji Temple, in addition to offering incense and praying for blessings, I wanted the monks in the temple to copy a few scriptures for me.

Although it is said that they are looking for monks to copy the scriptures, the monks in the temple have heavy schoolwork and do not have much leisure time, so most of them are looking for others to copy.Not everyone can copy this scripture, the copyer must be proficient in calligraphy and have correct handwriting.Therefore, most of the time, monks will find scholars who live in temples to copy for them.

Guangji Temple is composed of three halls: Tianwang Hall, Daxiong Hall, and Medicine Buddha Hall. The second floor of bells and drums on both sides of the mountain gate faces each other. The scripture hall and the lecture hall, and the two-storey building behind the two side halls are the scripture storage pavilion.

Several people came outside the scripture copying hall. At this time, the monks in the hall were talking with others. Seeing this, Yan Cong'an didn't directly enter the door to disturb him, but took two steps back and waited in the courtyard.

Yan Cong'an felt a little familiar when he saw the people in the hall from the corner of his eye, he must have seen them somewhere.The man was wearing a half-arm long gown, his back was facing the palace gate, he was neither tall nor short, and he couldn't see his appearance, so he couldn't tell the difference between male and female.

While the two were talking, the man handed the stack of papers to the monk. The monk took out a copper coin from his sleeve and handed it to her. The man took the money and carefully put it in his arms.Seeing that he had collected the money, the monk picked up a dozen blank papers from the table beside him and handed them to her.The man took the white paper, hugged it in his arms, and talked to the monk for a few more words before turning and leaving.

The moment the person turned around, Yan Cong'an saw her appearance clearly.She sighed secretly in her heart, what a coincidence!

This person is none other than Xun Feibai, the scholar lady who helped out in the temple a few days ago.

Yan Cong'an thought, he was really destined to meet this person, in just three days, he met three times, he was hesitating whether he should go up to say hello to her.Unexpectedly, the man held the paper in his arms, walked out of the hall, passed by several people without looking sideways, and then walked towards the front hall.

When she walked away, Yuzhu on the side also recognized Xun Feibai, and said in surprise: "Third lady, was that person just now, the little lady Xun that day?"

Looking at the leaving figure, Yan Cong'an frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure flashed in his heart, he didn't answer Baozhu's words, and walked into the hall.

On the other hand, Xun Feibai was not as displeased as Yan Cong'an was at all.She is in a very good mood today, even though it took a month to finish copying the scriptures she handed over to the monk, she is still very happy when she thinks about the money in her bosom.She secretly calculated that this month, she would be more diligent, copied double copies of the scriptures, and with the paintings sold yesterday, not only would she be able to make up enough travel expenses to attend the Spring Festival in Binzhou, but she would also have some leeway.

When she walked out of the scripture copying hall, she was very happy about it, thinking about going back to Zhu Butcher's place to cut a catty of meat, making a plate of braised pork at night, and making a tooth-beating sacrifice.She was full of joy, she never paid attention to who was standing beside her five steps away.

Copy scripture hall.

Entering the hall, Yan Cong'an suppressed the displeasure in his heart, stepped forward and saluted the monks in the hall.

When the monk saw Yan Cong'an saluting, he put his palms together and recited: "Amitabha."

Yan Cong'an asked: "Little master, I want to find someone to copy some scriptures for me. I don't know if it's convenient?"

After hearing Yan Cong'an's intentions, the monk asked, "Which scripture is the almsman copying for you, and when do you need it?"

Yan Cong'an replied: "My daughter is going to pay respects to her parents, and she needs a copy of "Psalmant Bodhisattva's Vows", "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vows Sutra", "Strictly Surrounding Mantra", "Great Compassion Mantra", and "Rebirth Mantra". It needs to be completed before the [-]th of next month."

The monk thought for a while and said: "There is plenty of time." Then he turned around, picked up a copy of the scriptures that Xun Feibai had handed to him just now, and handed it to Yan Cong'an: "This man's handwriting is correct, and he has copied many of them. There are few mistakes in the scriptures. I wonder what the donor thinks?"

Yan Cong'an took the scripture page, the paper was clean and tidy, the pen was handsome, and the lower script with hairpin flowers in one hand was very neat and beautiful.

It is said that the characters are like the person, and the small characters make people really happy when they look at them.

Yan Cong'an nodded in satisfaction, and handed back the scriptures in his hand to the monk: "Let her write it for you."

Looking at the scripture that was put back on the table, thinking of the scene just now, he thought to himself, this word is so beautiful that it makes people happy, but this person is not sure.

After deciding on the scriptures, the group did not stay too long, and prepared to go down the mountain and go back home.

on the mountain road.

Yan Congle took Yan Cong'an's arm, and suggested with a smile: "Third sister, let's go down the mountain and have lunch at Baiwei Restaurant before returning home? Last year, Baiweiju came to a pastry chef. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake she made is very delicious, can Third Sister try it?"

"Do you want me to taste it? Or do you want to eat it yourself?" Yan Cong'an pointed out directly.

"Oh, I think it's delicious, and I want Third Sister to try it."

After Yan Congle finished speaking, she stared at her round eyes, pursed her lips, and looked straight at Yan Cong'an, sometimes pulling her arm and shaking it slightly.Yan Cong felt relieved when he saw it, and nodded in response: "Then go and taste it."

Yan Congle got his wish, and happily bent his head and rubbed against Yan Cong'an's arm, muttering: "The third sister is the best."

Yan Cong'an patted her on the shoulder and reminded aloud, "Don't let people see the joke when you are away from home."

Yan Congle let out a hey, and stood up straight, but still held Yan Cong'an's hand affectionately.

The author has something to say:

The background is basically explained, and the emotional line begins.If you like it, ask for a collection, thank you!