When the banquet was over, Meng Rulan couldn't help but asked with an expression of caring about her and doing her best: "Cousin, is this how you usually attend banquets? How can you make friends like this?"
Zhen Qingyin said with a smile: "Whether friends are more valuable or not, it all depends on your eyesight."
"The old lady's original intention was to let my eldest cousin show her face more and find a good family."
During the whole process, she probably didn't remember anyone about Zhen Qingyin. Her eldest cousin was so low-key and terrible. She didn't move as soon as she sat down. How could she have the chance to meet His Highness the Crown Prince?
Zhen Qingyin was a little annoyed: "Cousin is in a hurry to get married? You can't follow me. I'm sitting at the ladies' table. If you want to show off to the ladies, next time my cousin will follow the old lady and the second aunt. They are going to and fro. Each wife."
"No, no, no, I'm young, don't worry, I'll just follow my cousin." Meng Rulan refused quickly. She had seen high mountains, how could those little earthbags be attracted to her.
Halfway through Shuilian Nunnery, Zhen Qingyin asked to stop: "I'm going to burn incense in Shuilian Nunnery."
Meng Rulan suppressed her excitement and said softly: "My cousin and I are together."
"Then let's go." Zhen Qingyin stood up, bent down and got out of the carriage, "Duruo, take the Buddhist scriptures I copied and ask Master to enlighten me later."
On the way back, Aunt Rong was afraid that Zhen Qingyin would torture her again, so she forcibly dragged Du Ruo into the first carriage and left Meng Rulan's maid alone in the latter carriage, completely regardless of whether Meng Rulan would lose face.
Du Ruo responded and picked up a box. When she got off the carriage, Aunt Rong pretended to bump her head and hit Du Ruo. Du Ruo screamed and the box flew out and fell to the ground. Four or five scriptures inside rolled out.
Du Ruo held on to the door frame, and Zhen Qingyin turned back in time to help her, and she stabilized herself.
Meng Rulan quickly picked up the book, quickly read the cover, and flipped through a few pages. She was disappointed when she saw that it was really a Buddhist scripture. She packed it up one by one and asked her little maid to hold it. She asked with concern: "Sister Du Ruo, are you okay? Bar?"
Du Ruo just calmed down from the shock and lowered his head to apologize: "Thank you, Miss Meng, I'm fine. Miss, I'm sorry, I didn't stand firm and soiled the Buddhist scriptures."
"As long as everything is fine, Buddha will not blame you." Zhen Qingyin looked coldly at Aunt Rong who climbed out of the carriage.
Aunt Rong smiled sarcastically: "I'll forgive you, miss. I got mad and my eyes were dim. I accidentally bumped into the car door and hit Miss Du Ruo again."
Zhen Qingyin said mercilessly and coldly: "Since my old eyes are dim and useless, I will go back to the house later and sit in the back. It's a small matter if you bump into my maid. If you bump into or hurt the cousin who is here as a guest, it's not like hitting the old lady's family." With his face, do you intend to make the two governments enmity?"
After that, he turned around and left.
Du Ruo took the box from the little maid's arms and quickly followed.
Aunt Rong's face was earth-colored. When she saw the evasive glances of the servants of the Zhen family around her, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl in - didn't she just bump into a little maid, who would she be embarrassed by? She belongs to the old lady!
Meng Rulan was also embarrassed.
My cousin said she was afraid of hurting her, but she just walked away without saying hello to her.
Obviously, the cousin knew that this scene was a play between her and Aunt Rong.
Although it hurt her face, she still stomped after him.
What is this humiliation? Once she becomes the Empress of the East Palace or the Empress of the Harem, she can pay it back ten times or a hundred times!
*
The owner of Qingyue Nunnery recommended Shuilian Nunnery to Zhen Qingyin. In addition to Shuilian Nunnery, she also recommended three other nunneries, all of which she found reliable in her dealings.
Zhen Qingyin looked at it carefully from the moment she entered the door.
Shuilian Nunnery is located in a residential area of Beijing. The incense is acceptable. Most of the people coming in and out are middle-aged women and old women, ranging from rich to poor. Some donate silver dimes, some donate copper coins, and some just take a handful of green onions, A few eggs and a plate of steamed buns came in.
A special area was set aside in the nunnery, and an old nun sat under the pear tree selling plasters.
Zhen Qingyin asked, and the old nun responded enthusiastically: "It's a plaster to treat rheumatism and cold legs. It's very effective for the elderly. It's the secret recipe of Shuilian Temple. It doesn't make money. It's just for merit. It's ten copper coins per post. How many posts will the girl buy?" Give it to the old lady at home to try?"
Zhen Qingyin turned around and asked: "Mother Rong, does the old lady have rheumatism?"
Aunt Rong was blushing with embarrassment. She was ten steps away from Zhen Qingyin. She didn't dare to neglect her, for fear that the elder girl would slap her face again in front of everyone - speaking of it, she had eaten from the elder girl's hands several times this year. loss.
"Girl, the old lady suffers from rheumatism and cold legs. In winter or on rainy days, her knees ache and she often asks the maid to beat her legs."
Zhen Qingyin said to the old nun: "Then give Shitie a try. If it works well, I'll see you later."
Du Ruo held the book box under his arm, took out a tael of silver from his purse, and said crisply: "Our girl bought it for the old lady. There is no need to look for it. The old lady in our house will give the extra money to the master."
The old nun repeated chants to Buddha: "If a girl is filial, she will be rewarded with blessings."
Zhen Qingyin smiled, she had heard words about good fortune and so on a lot in temples and nunneries, so it was just that, not that mysterious.
Aunt Rong followed Zhen Qingyin and took the plaster patch handed over by Du Ruo, her face glowing.
Meng Rulan glanced at the purse on Du Ruo's waist, secretly envious that Zhen Qingyin, an unpopular girl, could actually be the master of a tael of silver by the maid next to her.
She worked hard at home doing needlework, saving one tael a month, and she woke up with a smile even in her dreams.
What Meng Rulan didn't know was that after they offered incense, Zhen Qingyin said she had donated five taels, but in fact Du Ruo stuffed in a thousand taels and quietly asked the nunnery owner to keep quiet and not to spread the word.
The master of the nunnery received a large amount of sesame oil money, so he naturally responded to it.
Next, Zhen Qingyin enshrined the five scriptures in front of the Buddha, asked the nunnery master to help consecrate them, and said that he would give them to his mother Da Yin when he returned home.
The master of the nunnery led four or five little nuns to chant sutras and pray. Zhen Qingyin knelt on the futon, clasped her hands, closed her eyes and rested.
After kneeling for half an hour, Meng Rulan couldn't bear it anymore and quietly went out.
In less than a moment, she slipped back, stood outside the door and took a few glances. Seeing Zhen Qingyin still kneeling, she shook her head and left.
After a cup of tea, she slipped back again, saw Zhen Qingyin still there, beat her legs, and ran away again.
Zhen Qingyin's eyelids trembled slightly, this Meng Rulan was very thoughtful.
Du Ruo patted Zhen Qingyin lightly.
Zhen Qingyin stood up, nodded to Master Tai, and went out from behind the Buddha statue.
She entered a tea room, opened the door, and saw...Prince Wei Ji kneeling behind the tea table?
Zhen Qingyin's feet seemed to have roots, and she couldn't step forward to the threshold.
The prince slowly turned his head, and the indoor windows were closed. He was wearing a black robe, which was dimmer than the light. It also made his eyes clear, like dewdrops locked in the morning light.
"Miss Zhen, please come in."
These five simple words are both a polite invitation and a domineering command. A dense chill ran down Zhen Qingyin's spine. It was too late to retreat now.
