Chapter 879

She was stunned.

Buddha, how can you cry?

She rubbed her eyes, and was about to take a closer look. Pale lightning flashed through the thick clouds, and in an instant, it rained and wet the statue.

Nan Baoyi is smiling.

It was not the Buddha's tears, but the rain in the sky.

She opened the paper umbrella, protected a weak and Pei's little lady, and hurried to the equality temple.

The gate of the temple is open, and a group of people enter the corridor. The temple is empty and empty, the eaves are clean, the garden is quiet, and there is a rustling sound occasionally. It is the birds fluttering their wings under the eaves to escape the rain.

Nanbaoyi whispered: "this temple is so quiet that there is not even a pilgrim."

Xiao Sui twists the Buddha bead: "go in and have a look."

There is a Buddha statue in the Buddha Hall. The red lacquer of the wooden fish is peeling off. It has been knocked for many years. There is a furnace of incense in front of the Buddha, and the incense has only burned a little. It is obvious that someone has just appeared.

The crowd walked through the gold foil screen behind the Buddha Hall and walked along the corridor for a long time. In the sound of the rain, women's songs could be faintly captured.

They chased after the song and soon found a meditation room.

The bamboo curtain beside the window is rolled up high. The middle-aged woman in Indigo weaving and dyeing linen is thin and has a sallow complexion. Her left and right faces seem to be very asymmetrical. She is sitting behind the window embroidering and humming.

Nanbao Yi politely asked, "are you the master of this temple?"

In the ancient city of Luoyang, because the Yin family, the first-class scholar, believed in Buddhism, the people in the whole city followed suit. Many loyal believers even transformed their houses into temples.

The middle-aged woman held the embroidery needle and looked at the crowd in surprise. Then she said with a gentle smile, "I am. Look at your clothes. Are you all from other places? Do you want to stay in? "

Nanbao Yi nodded happily: "we are willing to pay for incense."

"Fate is a guest. It's not necessary." The woman put down the embroidered stretch and embroidery needle, "the temple is very big, and there are still several Zen rooms left. Follow me."

Bamboo and wood veranda are particularly quiet.

Nanbaoyi looks at the courtyard, not see the famous peony, but in the Taihu Lake stone rockery, saw a few lush hibiscus flowers.

She said with a smile, "why don't you plant some peonies? All the way through Luoyang, I saw that every family loves to plant peony. It's very beautiful. "

"Although peony is good, I prefer hibiscus." The woman pushed open the door of the meditation room and said, "look, are you satisfied?"

The meditation room is clean.

Nanbao Yi looks at Xiao Sui, and the other side has a light expression. I think it's not disgusting here.

So she said in a warm voice, "there is a maid."

The woman explained the location of the kitchen and the woodpile, and then went back to continue embroidery.

Because he didn't bring a servant girl with him, Xiao Sui was a delicate master who would fall when the wind blew. Nanbao Yi had to make the bed by himself.

A weak clever initiative to pack up the laundry, Pei Chu climbed into bed, help Nanbao clothes to smooth the inside of the mattress.

Xiao Sui stood by the window and whispered, "do you hear anything?"

Nan Baoyi didn't take it seriously: "the sound of the rain, and the little song sung by the nun."

Pei ChuChu pinched the corner of the thin blanket and carefully folded it under the mattress: "the singing is also very exquisite. She sings very beautifully. She must have done a lot of work when she was young."

Nanbao Yi saw her tucked in the blanket, so he took her off the bed: "I'm familiar with this song. It seems that I've heard it somewhere. Why did your highness suddenly ask about this? "

Xiao Sui twists Buddhist beads one by one.

Across the rain curtain, he watched several pomegranate trees in the courtyard. The rain washed away the green leaves and faintly saw the dense dark red flower buds.

He light way: "pomegranate flower is about to open."

Nanbao Yi picked her eyebrows.

She talks about one topic to another, and never pays attention to other people's reply. He should work with poinsettia. Anyway, she is a layman who has no common language with Xiao Sui.

The rain is getting stronger and the sky is getting dark.

Since there are no monks in the temple, the dinner has to be solved by themselves.

Nanbaoyi can't cook.

A weak volunteered to make a sumptuous dinner for everyone. He tried his best to take an old hen out of the chicken cage. He carried the chicken neck to the kitchen, but the old hen tried to talk about his hand. He was forced to release his hand in pain. The old hen ran away with flapping wings, which made ah weak pale.

Nanbaoyi is boiling water under the eaves. He wants to laugh but not funny.

Fortunately, Pei Chu Chu was a little girl with strong practical ability. She dug out a three legged pottery steamer from the kitchen and cooked a pot of delicious bean vegetable rice, which solved the problem of everyone's dinner.

After nightfall, nanbaoyi takes care of the two children, bathes and washes them, settles them on the couch and sleeps with her outside the meditation room.

The sound of rain rustles, the candle fire jumps.

Between the song and the song, it seems that half a treasure is awake.

She opened her eyes.

It suddenly occurred to her why she felt familiar with this piece of music.She once heard it in yulouchun, a folk song unique to Jinguan city.

Seeing that a weak and Pei ChuChu were sleeping soundly, she lowered her voice: "Your Highness, I remember. I heard the song sung by that martial aunt in yulouchun. She said that she loves Hibiscus more. She is probably from Jinguan city. We're just sleeping in casually. We didn't expect to meet our old friends in other places. "

"Meeting old friends in other countries?"

Xiao Sui's voice sounded faintly.

His voice line partial cold, in the rainy night, inexplicably makes the body full of cold.

Nanbaoyi sat up and looked out of the room.

How does she feel that Xiao Sui is standing outside the house talking?

She lifted up the quilt, picked up the corner lamp on the lamp holder and walked over curiously.

Push open the door of the house, the night wind mixed with rain, slightly wet and cold.

Under the eaves of the blue yarn lanterns swaying light and shadow, Xiao with the snow in white, wearing a wide cloak, quietly standing under the eaves, the shadow stretched on the steps, to the direction of the courtyard.

The rockery in the courtyard turned into a dark phantom. The pomegranate trees trembled in the wind, and the bright red pomegranate flower buds fell to the ground. The soil on the ground was washed away by the rain, revealing a rotten palm.

Further forward, the soil thin place, has been washed out by the rain a lot of thick white bones.

Nan Baoyi swallows her saliva, and her delicate face turns pale.

Xiao Sui raised his eyes and watched the warm yellow lights in the distance.

The figure of the woman is reflected in the window and the thread is flying. It seems that she is still busy with embroidery.

He meant a lot: "do you like to meet old friends in a foreign land like this?"

……

The bright red pomegranate flower, as if changing the play method, shuttles in the fingertips, more beautiful, white hands, delicate and tender.

Luoyang Prefecture.

Cold smoke cool kneeling in front of the low table, bored playing with a few pomegranate flowers.

Tired of playing, she looked up at the opposite man: "Shen Yichao, you've been in the prefect's house for two days, but they won't even see you. It can be seen that the Yan family don't want to see you at all. I'm so bored that you can find me some notebooks to pass the time with? "

Shen Yichao's hands are in wide sleeves, and his expression is not very good-looking.

，

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!