"Miss, everything is ready and ready to go."
Cui Lin put on her clothes and jewelry, and before going out, she sat in front of the mirror and hesitated.
Cui Shoufu has been in power for more than 20 years. He only kisses the emperor and never takes sides. He is indispensable for supporting the new emperor to reach his current position. But the relationship between his subordinates is complicated. Logically speaking, there should be many people coming to care for Cui Mansion at this time, but for some reason, none of them were seen.
Cui Lin received no other posts except the one about Wen's flower viewing party the day before yesterday.
She is not sure what kind of affection Mr. Zhao has for her at the moment. She just feels that they are very happy and easy to talk to. Mr. Zhao comes from a poor family, but he is humorous and knowledgeable, speaks softly and has his own arrogance. Even if She was only a little angry when he said in his letter that she was born rich and did not understand the sufferings of the world.
If other people said this, she would lose her temper.
So she felt that Mr. Zhao was special, different from those who only saw the power behind her family.
But her father is not here. What if she is captured by the enemy and threatens her father?
Cui Lin slept with Ruan Xianbei for the past two days. Knowing that she was highly skilled in martial arts, she was not so scared and slept much more peacefully.
Cui Lin sat upright with a serious face. She secretly grasped her sleeves with her fingers and said to Ruan Xianbei behind her through the mirror: "Or I'd better not go..."
Ruan Xianbei was eating melon seeds and admiring the beauty in the mirror, waiting for the result of the battle between heaven and man in her heart, and finally she heard this sentence.
Now that she has the script in hand, what else does she have to worry about?
"Cousin, we are going to pray for Lord Cui, how could we not go?"
Besides, this convenient plot is not good, n will be anxious.
Praying for her father was Cui Lin's excuse before. She did not tell Ruan Xianbei about Mr. Zhao.
She took a deep breath and said, "Actually, besides praying for my father, I also want to meet someone."
Ruan Xianbei also showed that he didn't care much: "Cousin, just do whatever you want, it'll be fine. It's difficult for the holy monk to obtain the scriptures. Aren't there great saints to help him block it?"
Cui Lin didn't know what it meant until something happened later.
Yuantong Temple is on the mountain outside the city. It is getting late now. Ruan Xianbei urged: "Cousin, let's go. It will be dark by the time we come back."
Yuantong Temple.
The weather was fine that day, and the journey was smooth. Within half an hour, they arrived. The coachman stopped the carriage, and several people got out of the car and walked towards the temple.
Cui Lin lifted up her skirt and stepped into the gate of Yuantong Temple against the incense-scented breeze. Towering trees and temples and pavilions came into view, and the melodious sound of monks chanting sutras and ringing bells came from the distance. Floating in the air, the temple was enveloped in this kind and pure air and light, solemn and solemn. People who stepped through the door couldn't help but speak much softer, for fear of disturbing the Buddha.
As a well-known temple outside Shangjing City, Yuantong Temple has always had a good reputation. Today, there are also people coming and going. Not long after they entered, they already met several ladies and ladies from Shangjing City, but they were just acquaintances, ladies. They all nodded to each other and left without talking.
The sun was shining brightly and the weather was very good. Cui Lin knelt on the futon, looked at the compassionate Buddha statue, made a pious wish and kowtowed three times.
She stood up and looked at Ruan Xianbei and asked, "Yuan Tong Temple is quite spiritual. Why don't you pay your respects since you're here?"
"I..." Ruan Xianbei smiled and shook his head. He originally wanted to say that I don't believe in Buddhism, and it would be troublesome to make and fulfill wishes, but now that I have come, these words seem to have an irresistible magic power for her. You're all here, let's pay our respects.
Just forget it and turn it into a sentence.
She took the incense and knelt down, raised her head and looked at the Buddha statue with half-squinted eyes. Its kind face was shining with golden light. She couldn't help asking the Buddha a question in her heart, but she didn't need an answer.
She just bowed sincerely and did not kowtow like Cui Lin. The place was full of incense. She asked for something or nothing. She just wanted peace of mind. She had to take care of so many people.
Buddha is also very hard.
She got up, but she didn't expect an old monk to come out from behind the Buddha statue. He had gray eyebrows and a smiling face. He hunched his back and said Amitabha to them. He didn't know who he said to them: "It's hard for all living beings, but the donor is happy." good."
Ruan Xianbei was stunned on the spot and blurted out: "What should I do if I am unhappy?"
The old monk pointed to the Buddha statue and said: "If it is too difficult to be happy, I wish the donor peace." *Note 1
Ruan Xianbei stood here but she didn't seem to be here. The sun shining on the dust and mist in the air gave an unreal feeling. She seemed to understand what the old monk said but she didn't seem to understand. She shed tears for some reason.
"Cousin?" Cui Lin saw that she was crying inexplicably, so she looked at the old monk and asked, "What did you do to her?!"
The old monk bowed and said, "The Buddha saves a destined person. The donor only has deep wisdom."
After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and walked behind the Buddha statue. Cui Lin sighed twice and ran after him to see if there was anyone behind the Buddha statue.
Ruan Xianbei also came to his senses and shouted: "Cousin, I'm fine."
Cui Lin frowned and complained in a low voice: "Aren't you very powerful? How come this monk makes you so obsessed with just a few words for no reason? He keeps talking so much that you don't know what he is talking about, and you don't listen to him anymore."
Ruan Xianbei smiled. Now she was talking about the old monk's faults, and she didn't know who asked her to pay homage to him before.
"Miss." When Mingxiang saw them coming out, he went up to them and met someone at the same time.
Mencius.
"Miss Cui, Miss Yuan." Meng Ziya brought a maid here. When he saw them, he was stunned and then smiled and said hello to them.
"Miss Meng also came to pray?" Ruan Xianbei said, presumably the Meng family knew the rumors they heard.
Meng Ziya also thought of this and said openly: "Yes, I hope everything goes well. Thank you for the hard work this time, Mr. Cui."
Cui Lin smiled at her and replied, "Thank you for your hard work, General Meng."
After saying a few words to Meng Ziya, they walked to the backyard. Every time the Cui family came, a special room was reserved for them. This time was no exception. Mingyue mentioned that she had prepared the room and was waiting for Cui Lin and the others at the door. come over.
"We're here, miss." Mingyue whispered.
Cui Lin made a move, a slight blush appeared on her face, she smoothed her long hair and said, "I know, let's wait outside. Cousin... you can come in with me."
Ruan Xianbei opened his mouth, but Mingyue let out a sigh.
Ruan Xianbei asked: "Would it be inappropriate?"
"nothing."
Mingyue Mingxiang stayed outside, and Ruan Xianbei followed Cui Lin in.
The facilities in the house are relatively simple, with a table, a few chairs, and a folding screen.
Oh, this is not the main thing. The important thing is that after they closed the door, a man came out from behind the screen.
The man was wearing an indigo gown and a scarf. He was clean, concise and handsome. He looked like a man of poverty but great ambition.
Oops, I finally met the legendary Mr. Zhao.
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. He was just away from the camp.
A reflection and a rustling sound a dozen meters away from the village aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he was right.
The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire to, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
For the reliability of intelligence, the scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and help me search you."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
.
Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."
