Jiang Shuyue nodded, "I don't tell lies in front of real people. The master has a keen eye. The little girl and Master Jingkong come from the same place. I hope the master will keep the little girl's secret. I don't want the third person to know about it."
Master Jingkong escaped into Buddhism and survived until his death. She couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be dragged out as a monster and burned, or that she wouldn't be able to produce relics.
"That's natural. The poor monk will definitely keep his mouth shut."
Master Huiyuan clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, a disaster is coming. The benefactor came from afar to save the people from the fire and water. The poor monk expressed his gratitude to the female benefactor on behalf of the common people and asked the benefactor to develop an antidote as soon as possible when he returned."
"Thank you, Master, for your trust. The little girl will start preparations when she returns."
There are many kinds of epidemics at that time. Jiang Shuyue thought of the possibility of severe floods after severe drought, and she had an idea.
She continued to look through the manual left by Master Jingkong, which contained his autobiography.
He has a compassionate heart and extraordinary adventures, which made him decide to become a monk despite the opposition of his family.
There are still several prescriptions recorded in it, all of which are compatible with treating common typhoid fever and burns.
After reading it, Jiang Shuyue held the manual in both hands and returned it to Master Huiyuan. Then she held the "Compendium of Materia Medica" and bowed respectfully to Master Jingkong's relic.
Back in the Zen room, Jiang Shuyue drew lots.
There is no suspense, sign it.
When Qiu Ju saw Master Huiyuan handing over the bamboo stick, she asked, "Master hasn't unwrapped the bamboo stick yet. Does the top sign mean that my lady has good fortune or good marriage?"
Master Huiyuan glanced at Jiang Shuyue, lowered his eyelids and nodded slightly, "It's better for the donor not to interpret the lot. In short, it's expensive beyond words."
…
At this time, in Qingyunzhai, the scholars were rushing towards a piece of calligraphy.
A scholar recited passionately, "The flowers are not in full bloom, but they are independent and have endless fun. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind."
"Wonderful! What a wonderful Hanju poem."
Nangong Zeyue and Suisui were sitting in a corner of the study, seeing the scholars looking at the poems on the wall, as if they were meeting their close friends.
Some scholars felt as if their hearts were broken by human kindness, and they were moved to tears.
"Mr. Mingyue's poem "Han Ju Tao" has exhausted the sadness in our hearts. Han Chuang studied hard just to serve the imperial court. None of us can recommend him to become an official, so we can only die with regrets!"
Suisui pulled Nangong Zeyue's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Nangong, the poems written by my mother are so powerful that they can make such an old person cry.
Nangong Zeyue also didn't know that Jiang Shuyue's poem was based on "Han Ju/Painted Chrysanthemum" by Song Dynasty poet Zheng Sixiao.
He lowered his head and said, "Your mother is very powerful. Even Uncle Nangong admires her so much."
Nangong Zeyue never thought about pursuing an official career, and the little ink in his belly was not as much as Su Jin's.
In the crowd, Zhen Jingxiu silently stared at the poem on the wall. Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes.
Such a familiar word.
The scholars were all so excited that no one noticed that Zhen Jingxiu quietly exited the study and walked to the other side of the street.
"Everyone, stop crowding around and copy it down quickly." The words woke up the dreamer, and the scholars turned around to look for the four treasures of the study on their desks.
Suddenly, the huge room was filled with the fragrance of ink.
"Sir, do you need anything? There are books in the next room. You can read them at will."
The boy saw that everyone was engrossed in writing, but Nangong Zeyue was sitting there stupidly with a child. Seeing that he was a stranger, the boy came up to remind him that he could read books for free here.
"Thank you. I'll take the child over for a look." Nangong Zeyue smiled and cupped her hands.
"Uncle Nangong, I want to see the strategy. It should be available here, right?" Suisui raised his head, his phoenix eyes curved.
Seeing the shocked expression on the boy's face, Nangong Zeyue coughed lightly and said, "Don't look at that thing. It's very boring. Uncle will take you to see Travel Notes and Liaozhai."
"Is it okay to watch "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"?"
The young man had never seen a child who was enlightened so early. He couldn't help but asked, "We don't have the book that the young master mentioned in Qingyunzhai yet. Where has the young master seen it? Can you recommend one or two? We will read it tomorrow Go buy it and put it on the bookshelf for the convenience of scholars."
Although Nangong Zeyue is not a Zhihu fan, he still knows the names of some of the most read books.
He asked doubtfully: "Where have you seen this book? Does it write about the stories of the neighboring countries around Dongling Kingdom?"
Suisui pursed her lips, raised her head and glanced at the boy, "The bedtime story my aunt told me was really fun."
Nangong Zeyue: "..."
Before Sui Sui went to bed, he wanted to give Sui Sui a foot massage, but he didn't know if Miss Jiang would agree.
Across the street, Zhen Jingxiu stood there for a moment, then turned around and walked back.
In the study.
An old man with gray beard stood in front of the wall with his hands behind his back.
The old man is over fifty years old, neither fat nor thin, with a fair face. He must have been a handsome young man when he was young.
The breeze blew a strand of silver hair, and the sun shone in through the window lattice. The tall figure was reflected on the ground, looking a little lonely.
"This woman is such a talented person. A pair of couplets show both sadness and tenacity. I admire her."
"grandfather."
A clear voice sounded outside the door.
"Xiuer, come in quickly. Grandpa seems to understand the meaning of the couplet." Bachelor Zhenda turned around and waved to Zhenjingxiu.
The eldest son, the eldest son, is studious and steady, and is highly valued by the real grand master.
Zhen Jingxiu walked in unhurriedly and nodded, "My grandson could tell at the first glance that that girl is different from ordinary people."
"Grandpa, one of her poems appeared in the study today."
"Write it quickly and take a look!"
The real great scholar couldn't wait to go to his desk and began to sharpen the ink himself.
Zhen Jingxiu quickly silenced the poem.
After seeing it, the real great scholar touched his beard and praised: "A boudoir woman with such great ambition is really a great talent."
"Xiu'er, if such a talented girl marries to another family, her pearl will be ruined. My grandfather will ask the housekeeper to prepare a gift for her tomorrow."
How could Zhen Jingxiu not understand what his grandfather meant? His grandfather was preparing for him to come to propose marriage.
Zhenjing Xiu's ears turned red, and he said a little shyly: "Grandpa, are we too abrupt?"
Zhen Jingxiu waved his wide sleeves and said, "Grandson, don't worry. Grandpa is sensible. I asked the housekeeper to send him a modest gift. It must be to congratulate the new neighbor on their move. To build a closer relationship first, it won't be abrupt."
"Grandpa is busy first, and my grandson is going to see if grandma is feeling better." Makixiu blushed and turned around, almost coming into close contact with the door frame.
The True Grand Master looked at his eldest grandson running away in a hurry, smiled and shouted at his grandson's back: "Slow down, your grandma has been suffering from dizziness for a long time. She will be fine after lying down for a few days."
…
At the foot of Qinglian Temple.
Jiang Shuyue carefully put the "Compendium of Materia Medica" into the secret compartment on the wall of the carriage.
Qiu Ju joked: "Miss, you are always so popular. Master Huiyuan almost didn't give you a cassock."
Jiang Shuyue: "..." It's a good thing that this girl didn't open her mouth. Otherwise, if she hugged him as tenderly as jade, her dream of being the best young man in the world would be shattered.
"But that book is so strange. Those characters seem familiar but I can't recognize them clearly. I always feel that something is missing?"
Qiu Ju thought for a while and said: "I remember, I look like a cripple, missing arms and legs. Do you know me, miss?"
"Mengbai."
While the master and servant were talking, the carriage jolted and stopped.
Then I heard Gao Mu scolding: "Who is it?"
