Chapter 129

   The next day, the sky suddenly turned cloudy.

  Qiao Zhao took the top-grade Jingyan ink that he had chosen yesterday, and rode to Dafu Temple in a carriage with blue curtains in the west house.

   It was still the little novice Xuanjing who led her to Shuying Nunnery.

  These days, Xuan Jingya has lost another one, as long as he speaks, he will reveal two black holes, looking cute and funny.

   For this reason, Xuanjing was often teased by his senior brothers, and when he saw Binglu, he was even more like an enemy. He saluted Qiao Zhao and walked in front of him without saying a word.

  Bingluo did not let him go, took out a few pieces of crystal clear winter melon candy with white frost flowers from his purse, and said with a smile, "Little Master, do you want to eat winter melon candy?"

   Xuanjing glanced at Winter Melon Candy and shook his head into a rattle.

  I don’t eat, I don’t eat, I don’t eat it. Last time I ate my teeth because of sugar.

   "You really don't want to eat it? This candy is delicious, sweet and soft. I specially bought it from a century-old dim sum shop."

  A century-old brand? Isn't that older than the host master? What does the winter melon candy sold by the century-old dim sum shop taste like?

   The little novice chasing the winter melon candy in Binglu's hand, secretly swallowed.

Bing Lu smiled straight at it, and wrapped the winter melon candy in Xuanjing's hand, pinching his little cheek: "Eat it, you haven't eaten candy recently, didn't you lose another tooth? "

   The little novice clung to the winter melon candy tightly, and his face turned red.

   Female donors are the most annoying!

   Watching the little novice walking fast in front of him with short legs, Ice Green giggled.

   When he was in front of Shuying Nunnery, Binglu was left outside, and Qiao Zhao followed the nun Jingxi and walked in.

   "Three girls came early today." Jingxi showed a kind smile.

   This girl Li San came here several times, and each time she came, the uncle seemed to be more cheerful than usual.

   "I saw that the sky was a little cloudy. I was afraid that it would catch rain on the road, so I arrived early."

   "Look at the possibility of rain." Jingxi glanced at the sky, quickened her pace, and led Qiao Zhao in.

   "Come." Wumei Shitai put down the whisk and spoke lightly.

  Qiao Zhao presented Jingyan Ink: "Yesterday I went shopping and bought a piece of ink to bring to you."

   What she said was natural and candid, just like many sensible and caring juniors in ordinary people’s homes encountered objects that fit their elders’ hearts and bought them to make them happy.

   Wumei Shitai was very useful, took a look at the fineness, and showed a faint smile: "Yes, I will use this ink to copy the scriptures today."

"it is good."

  Qiao Zhao burnt incense in his hands, paved paper, studied ink and pen, and began to copy scriptures.

   She sits upright and upright, and the time passes slowly in the flowing water, but she gradually begins to be distracted.

   Although Shao Mingyuan said that his elder brother was fine, but his elder brother was not a weak scholar, so how could he faint?

  Is it the after-effects of the burns, or is it too sad to see her buried?

   No matter what kind of possibility it was, Qiao Zhao felt distressed, a drop of ink fell on the rice paper without paying attention, and it was instantly smudged.

   She picked up the pen and returned to her senses, staring at the dizzy Mo for a while.

   Behind him, Wumei Shitai suddenly said, "You have something on your mind today? If your mind is restless, don't copy the scriptures."

  Qiao Zhao put down his pen, turned around, and said apologetically, "What the teacher said is true."

   Wumei Shitai looked at Qiao Zhao for a moment and asked her, "Did you encounter any trouble?"

   Qiao Zhao felt a little warm in his heart.

  As Wumei Shitai, it is rare to ask her like this.

   Wumei Shitai wore a gray monk's robe today, which was obviously very light, but it gave her a kind of bright and bright that had settled down over the years, and such bright and bright, against the background of the dim monk's clothes, made people regret for no reason.

  Qiao Zhao suddenly thought, what kind of emotional struggle did Shitai Wumei go through to become a monk?

   Somehow, Qiao Zhao had the desire to talk.

   "Master, if there is a person you really want to see and care about, but you have no reason to approach him because of your status, what should you do?"

   If it wasn't for her brother fainting yesterday, she could almost be sure that she could see him in that teahouse, but something went wrong.

   This means that it's up to people to make things happen. Then she approached the cousins ​​of the Kou family step by step through the Fushan Society, so as to find an opportunity to meet her brother. Will there be another accident?

   She really wanted to see her brother so much that she even wanted to go to the Shangshu Mansion and tell her brother that she was Qiao Zhao and his sister Qiao Zhao.

   But she can't. She is Li Zhao now. If she acts rashly, others will think she is a lunatic, and her brother who has read the book of sages and sages can't believe such a bizarre thing.

unless-

  Qiao Zhao suddenly thought of a possibility: unless in the long-term contact with the elder brother, the elder brother gradually discovered that she was so similar to the deceased sister, and thus took the initiative to generate such an idea.

   But the question comes back again, what reason does she have to meet with her brother from time to time?

   Miss Qiao felt at a loss for the first time.

   Wumei Shitai opened his mouth: "Either forget him, or...forget his identity and reason, and act according to his heart."

   By heart?

   Wumei Shitai's words were like a blow to the head, dispelling Qiao Zhao's heart at a loss.

   Yes, what is she afraid of? Shake what? God gave her life again, giving her a chance, not a shackle.

   One failure, a second, a third.

  As long as her brother is here, as long as she is here, she will one day achieve what she wants.

   "Thank you, Master, I understand."

   "It's good to understand." Wumei Shitai smiled lightly and looked out the window.

  If you forget your identity and reason, and act on your own, you may fail.

   If it's just the latter, don't mention it to this child. She has failed, and I hope this child will succeed.

   "Master, the nine princesses are here." Jingxi came in to report.

   "Really?" Wumei Shitai glanced at Qiao Zhao and said lightly, "Let her come in."

   After a while, Princess Zhenzhen, who was waiting outside the Shuying Temple, was invited in.

   "Master, I really miss you. Would you like to read the scriptures to you today?"

  Princess Zhenzhen saw Qiao Zhao beside Wumei Shitai after she came in. She was secretly unhappy, but had a sweet smile on her face.

  Since this girl came to accompany Shitai to copy Buddhist scriptures, Shitai has seen her less often, which is really annoying!

   "Read it." Wumei Shitai nodded and sat cross-legged.

   Seeing that Wumei Shitai did not refuse, Princess Zhenzhen raised a smile, knelt on the futon and read the scriptures.

   She has a sweet voice and clear articulation, which is undoubtedly a pleasure to listen to with her eyes closed.

   Before he finished reading a book of sutras, he saw that Wumei Shitai was breathing evenly, his face was calm, and he had already entered the concentration.

   Princess Zhenzhen put down the scriptures and carefully exited the meditation room.

  Qiao Zhao also withdrew.

  Princess Zhenzhen was standing outside waiting, and when she saw Qiao Zhao come out, she said, "You come with this palace."

  Under the Bodhi tree, the two stood still, and Qiao Zhao asked calmly, "I don't know why Your Highness is looking for the servants and daughters?"

   (end of this chapter)