Perhaps because he had lost power before and now returned to his old duties, Mr. Peng did it more conscientiously than anyone else.
The day before yesterday, I had just announced that I wanted to add more people, and the next day I bought a bunch of servants and even generously assigned two to Rong Yuexuan.
Fengyue was waiting for Shen Nanbao to grind. When she saw Yourou leading the two people into the house, she whispered, "Wheat is grown in the winter paddy fields. It's strange. I have never seen a lady treat my sister like this before." Heart."
Shen Nanbao caught a glimpse of her straight mouth, as if she was holding back what she wanted to say. He suddenly put the pen down for the last time, then took out the paperweight and looked at it carefully.
"There is no weariness in the deeds of body, speech and mind."
She chewed and sighed, "That's true. After copying, I feel refreshed and my wrists don't feel sore."
It was just such a divine emotion. Shen Nanbao handed it to Feng Yue and said, "Take a look, what do you think?"
Although the beautiful small regular script is not as bold as the bold and bold, there is still a gentleness in the final chapter.
Fengyue nodded hesitantly, and only said "good looking" with full of curiosity.
Shen Nanbao seemed dissatisfied with such a dry sentence, turned to ask Yourou, and received the same answer.
Shen Nanbao couldn't help stroking his paper and sighing, "Who is asking about the words? I'm asking about the content of this Buddhist scripture... That's all. You are illiterate. It's hard for you to ask you to read it. I'll find someone knowledgeable to read it myself."
Fengyue Lao Shen put his hand on his chin and muttered, "You know what you know? Isn't that Rong Xiaoniang? Only Aunt Rong in the whole family understands it. The last time the master came back from the front office, it was not because of this, the old lady let Rong Xiaoniang took care of the dusting, but I didn’t expect Commander Xiao to come too, so all the arrangements were in vain.”
"Who could have predicted this? The person who reported the news only wanted to know that the master was coming back, but not the commander who also came with him."
Shen Nanbao said and blew on the paper. The ink was still soaked with water, making the words black and shiny, like a girl's hair as smooth as a waterfall in spring.
Fengyue raised her hands and said, "It's not the fault of Tsuenzi who brought the news. After the younger one heard that that day, he was slapped on the mouth by the old lady for twenty times. His face was so swollen that it even oozed blood. , I heard that a few teeth were knocked out, and now I can’t even talk.”
Feng Yue started to tremble as she spoke, and began to lament Rong's nature in chanting Buddha's name, "After all, he worships Buddha all day long, and his heart is so soft. He finally got this opportunity to show off his skills, but he called this Tsuen Zi The stir-up failed. Not only did Rong Xiaoniang not blame him, but she also interceded for him in front of the old lady, allowing Tsuenzi to continue reporting the news. She was blamed for the fact that everyone in the Taoist government didn't treat her well. Who wouldn't want to pinch this doughy person?"
Shen Nanbao pursed his lips and smiled a little obscurely.
Those who run errands to report the news will make many mistakes in the future if they lose their mouths.
Suffering one punishment after another is like slowly peeling off skin. When you wait until the last moment, you can only feel relieved when you see your heart being cut out.
Shen Nanbao raised his head and glanced at Yourou, then quickly looked away, and Man responded: "There is no other way, a son is born in a family, and his life is in the master's hands, what can be done?"
At this moment, Feng Yue was a little glad that her body bond was in Shen Nanbao's hands and not the Shen Mansion. Otherwise, the future would be dark.
Shen Nanbao saw that the ink on it turned from thick to light and turned slightly gray in the light of the sky. He took the paperweight in his hand, smoothed it out, rolled it up, and put it into the cloud-patterned enamel scroll.
After this, Shen Nanbao raised his head and looked at the two maids a few feet away from the case.
The one with thick eyebrows and big eyes was Fang Guan, and the one who was shivering and did not dare to raise his head was Wen Chan.
Apart from other things, Peng's naming skills are actually more vivid than the brush in the hand of the painter, making people never forget it after hearing it.
But usually those who serve as ears to repay God have to be inconspicuous.
With such a name, do you sincerely attract her attention?
Shen Nanbao was curious about Peng's intentions, but ordered the two of them to do the court removal.
After all, those servants were so busy making paper kites that they didn't even have time to clean them up. It rained the day before yesterday, leaving the yard full of fallen flowers and leaves and piles of pickled things.
If we don't tidy it up, I'm afraid this yard will be like before, making people feel lonely and lonely when looking at it from a distance, and there are evil spirits at work.
A rustling sound soon began, and accompanied by a whistling wind, a burst of dust and mist blew in.
Shen Nanbao couldn't help sneezing a few times, but he managed to stop it. The tip of his nose was itchy, so Shen Nanbao rubbed the tip of his nose several times.
Feng Yue, who went to put down the fork and close the window, turned around and saw this scene, frowning, "Sister, are you afraid you have nasal hemorrhoids?"
Shen Nanbao was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had nasal hemorrhoids in the past.
But later she married into the Beijun Marquis Mansion, and Chen Fangyan went around looking for doctors to find remedies for her. After several attempts, he finally cured her.
So much so that after she was reborn, she even forgot that she still had nasal hemorrhoids.
Yourou was a little curious over there, "Does my sister have nasal hemorrhoids?"
Fengyue glanced at her angrily, thinking that she was Mrs. Yin's repayment god, so she snorted angrily, "No, my sister was born in the twelfth lunar month, and the weather was extremely cold, so she caught a cold and kept feeling sick. I fell into this trap repeatedly..."
"What are you talking about?"
Shen Nanbao interrupted her, and his slightly frowning eyebrows relaxed when he looked at Yourou, "It's a small problem, and it will be cured after you take care of it."
With that said, Shen Nanbao went to the huanghuali wood mirror with open-work flower and bird pictures, took the ivory flower-carved powder box from the drawer, and applied a thin layer of powder on his face, "Just change my clothes for me, so that I won't be late and delay my visit to my grandmother." Make medicine.”
Fengyue and Yourou then helped Shen Nanbao wash up and put on a emerald lace placket for her.
As always, Shen Nanbao told Feng Yue to just clean the dust in the house and not touch the desk. Then he led Feng Yue to the back room. After taking the medicine, he took the scroll and went to Chenxiang Pavilion.
Fengyue saw Fang Fang climbing up against the red sun, and looked back at the scroll in Shen Nanbao's hand, and couldn't help but said: "Sister, I haven't spoken to Miss Rong much since I came back. If I go like this uninvited, I won't be afraid of Miss Rong." Are you afraid that the old lady won’t want to see you?"
"Didn't you just say that she is very kind?"
Shen Nanbao was walking on the verandah, light leaked from the vines, and hit her sneering face, "This person with a Buddha in his heart and a soft heart, even if he doesn't want to see me anymore, his face will be..." You have to do enough, otherwise it will ruin the reputation of worshiping the Buddha."
Just like Mrs. Yin.
You clearly don't want to let the power go, but you keep saying you are worried?
So is this still a kind-hearted person?
Feng Yue was a little stunned, and carefully glanced at Shen Nanbao. Seeing her flawless skin, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sister, how do you know what kind of person Rong Xiaoniang is?"
The thick eyelashes drooped down, covering the light in Shen Nanbao's eyes, "Since ancient times, the practice has been followed. Although I haven't spoken a few words to Miss Rong, I have spoken a lot to my second sister."
She suddenly laughed again, "Why are you worried about this? Not long ago, Second Sister asked me to have time to go find Rong Xiaoniang to worship the Buddha? For Second Sister's sake, it's hard for Rong Xiaoniang to refuse."
As Shen Nanbao spoke, he picked up the path and pushed aside the leaves to walk in. He heard Qing Zhi's joking voice, "Young Master, just pretend that Yan Qingxuan has opened your mouth a few times. As for the eldest lady, do you want to enlighten the Young Master?" As long as you don't think about it, young master, they will be helpless even if they rack their brains in every possible way, right? What's more, the young master will be leaving the next day, and they can't be book boys and follow you to Lushan Academy."
Shen Wenzhuo was a little annoyed, "I know what you said, I just think it's an eyesore. Just like the moss on the ground, a few bamboo shoots suddenly sprouting out, it will only make people look surprised and surprised."
Fengyue loved hearing about such a corner. The more rare it was, the more delicious it became. The cat couldn't help but lean forward among the bushes.
When Shen Nanbao saw this, he deliberately teased her, tied up his sleeves and plucked the leaves.
The arms-wide leaves made a rustling sound as if they were flexing their muscles. Shen Wenzhuo was so shocked that his accent changed, "Who?"
Shen Nanbao glanced at Feng Yue, who was shrinking her neck in embarrassment, raised her head and walked out, smiling and saying, "The third brother is me."
Shen Wenzhuo's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know if she heard what he just said. He smiled awkwardly, "Why is the fourth sister here?"
His tongue was a little tied when he said this.
Shen Nanbao guessed his reason and did not tease him. He just weighed the scroll in his hand and said, "I just copied the Buddhist scriptures and wanted to ask my mother for advice. She worships Buddha all the time and knows this best."
Shen Wenzhuo saw that there was no narrow-mindedness in her eyes, so he breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help being surprised, "Does the fourth sister also pay homage to Buddha? I heard that the last time dad came back, you copied the Medicine Master's Sutra for him."
Shen Nanbao nodded, then shook his head, "I am just a half-empty person, I only know a thing or two. I am not as good as Rong Xiaoniang, who is a true Buddhist worshiper."
Shen Wenzhuo said indignantly, "Buddha is compassionate and saves all sentient beings. As long as you have thoughts in your heart, why do you need to distinguish between what counts and what doesn't?"
His voice was very clear, with a power that penetrated people's hearts.
Even if Dundun teaches, there will be no rebellious mood that is mentioned by others.
Come to think of it, this may be the reason why Shen Wenzhuo was able to concurrently serve as a professor of Fu Xue in the Sunning Prefecture when he was elected as the county captain in his previous life.
Shen Nanbao thought about it and said ok with a smile.
Shen Wenzhuo's warm and tender eyes were watery, even more glistening than spring waves. One look at Shen Wenzhuo's heart made him jump with fright. Say hello there, and let’s go together.”
Shen Nanbao said hello again and followed Shen Wenzhuo to Chenxiangxuan.
Unexpectedly, Shen Shi was also there.
The two of them didn't know what they said, but when Shen Nanbao came to the house, he saw Rong Xiaoniang holding a kerchief and tucking it under her eyes.
Shen Nanbao secretly thought about his past life and bowed his knees calmly, "Dad, little mother."
Shen Shi looked a little worried, put his hands on the chair, and looked at Shen Nanbao with his eyes wide open, "Why are you here?"
Shen Nanbao was used to Shen Shi's cold treatment. He lowered his thick eyelashes to hide the indifference in his eyes, "I just copied the Buddhist scriptures. I don't know how well I copied them. I remembered that my wife worshiped Buddha all day long, so I wanted her to read it for me. . ”
Shen Shi raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing copying Buddhist scriptures?"
He asked casually, but Shen Nanbao suddenly raised his head and stared at Shen Shi with deep pool-like eyes, "The Qingming Festival is coming soon, and I want to burn some scriptures for my little girl."
