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Chapter 105 Dried Plum Vegetable Cake II

Chapter 105 Umeboshi Pancake (2)

When she first saw Lin Fei, the nun was stunned for a moment. She probably never expected to see someone with such an appearance here, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

After being stunned for a moment, the nun got up, walked to the door of the nunnery, and opened the door. When she saw the official robe of the young minister of Dali Temple on Lin Fei's body, the surprise in her eyes faded and turned to caution.

Of course, this look of vigilance only passed briefly. The nun lowered her eyelids and said "Amitabha".

Lin Fei looked at the elderly nun in front of him for a moment, and without performing any Buddhist rituals, he directly revealed his identity: "Lin Fei, the Young Minister of Dali Temple."

"Almsgiver Lin," the female nun said, "I have a quiet time, poor nun."

Lin Fei said "Hmm" and looked behind the nun in sterling clothes. After hearing the news, another nun was coming this way. Compared with Jing'an, who was upright and elegant in posture, this nun had a taller figure.

She was obviously stooped, and her old figure was clearly visible.

"Poor nun Jinghui." The female nun opened her mouth and performed a Buddhist salute and said.

The two old nuns are the same age, but their postures are completely different.

Compared with Jing'an's dull eyebrows, Jinghui's rickety figure is more dignified, and the delicate appearance of her youth can be vaguely seen in her facial features.

Lin Fei looked at the two people, paused, and said bluntly: "Can you allow Lin to come into the nunnery to have a look?"

Jinghui looked back at Jing'an, who nodded and said, "Donor Lin, please come this way."

Lin Fei and Zhao You followed the two nuns. At the entrance was the main nunnery where gods and Buddhas were enshrined. In the middle of the temple were three gods and Buddhas. Guanyin in the middle lowered her eyebrows and looked at the next person with a look of pity.

of the world.

The statue of Guanyin seems to be old. The robes of the stone statue are often wiped and are clean, but some of the color has faded, making it extremely dull. However, the red lips on Guanyin's face and the cinnabar between the brows are very bright.

Seeing Lin Fei's eyes fall on the face of the Guanyin statue in front of him, Jing'an said: "It's dotted with cinnabar."

"It's very beautiful." Lin Fei said after hearing this. He looked away from the face of the Guanyin statue and followed Jing'an and Jinghui around the Buddhist hall and towards the nunnery.

After walking out of the Buddhist hall and connecting the nunnery, there is a large bamboo forest. The bamboos are dense and tall, pointing straight into the sky, like a natural bamboo screen isolating the Buddhist hall and the nunnery.

Seeing Lin Fei looking at the bamboo forest, Jing'an lowered her eyebrows and said, "There are some bamboos planted in the nunnery."

Lin Fei said: "Bamboo is good!"

Behind him, Zhao You, who had been holding back all the way and didn't know what to say, choked out a sentence at the right time and echoed: "Literati like bamboo the most."

Jing'an stopped guiding the way, glanced at Zhao You who was looking back, and explained: "This bamboo has been in the nunnery for many years."

Zhao You said "Oh", touched his nose, and said nothing.

He mentioned it casually, but he didn't care about the nun's explanation.

There are several wing rooms around the bamboo forest. The place is not big and you can see everything at a glance.

Jing'an took the initiative to open the door of the wing, pointed to the clean and tidy wing, and asked Lin Fei: "Donor Lin, would you like to go in and take a look?"

The wing room is simple but very clean.

Lin Fei glanced at the side room and then withdrew his gaze, shook his head and said to Jing'an: "No need."

After visiting the nunnery, Lin Fei took Zhao You out of the nunnery. He looked back at the slightly closed door of the nunnery, and could vaguely see two nuns in robes sitting upright on futons, facing the middle of the nunnery.

Avalokitesvara statue chants sutras and recites Buddha's name.

After Lin Fei watched for a moment, he turned around and went down the mountain road. When he passed the row of houses of the mountain people, he did not stop, but went straight down the mountain.

A round trip on the mountain takes less than two hours.

Wu Bucai, who had finished the corpse examination, was already packing his things.

From a distance, he saw Lin Fei leading Zhao You over and said: "Lin Shaoqing, Ruan Zhan's body is similar to Han Jun's body. It's just that there are less injuries on the chest and back."

Lin Fei said "hmm" and without looking at Ruan Zhan again, he took Zhao You back to Dali Temple.



The evening meal on the Dragon Boat Festival is still rice dumplings. After the evening meal, after sending Ah Bing and glutinous rice balls away, Wen Mingtang returned to his yard.

There are two rooms in the courtyard. Because Tangyuan does not live in Dali Temple, the room next to it is vacant, and she lives alone in the entire courtyard.

Wen Mingtang went into the house and moved the incense burner to the yard, and sprinkled a handful of dates and melon seeds in front of the incense burner. Then he went back to the house and took out a small, white washed bundle.

He took the baggage to the stone table in the small courtyard outside and opened it. The baggage was not big and everything inside was clearly visible.

A wolf hair, a gilt flower comb, a small golden peanut, and a stack of letters "personally addressed to Sister Mingtang".

Putting the pile of letters aside, Wen Mingtang looked at the remaining items in the bag.

The green bamboo wolf hair has lost its hair. Wen Mingtang picked up the wolf hair, turned the green bamboo penholder in his hand, rubbed it to a rough spot on the penholder, and looked at the large characters on the rough spot: Wen Xuance presented his daughter to Mingtang.

Wen Mingtang stared at the words on the penholder for a moment, put it down, turned around and picked up the gilt flower comb on the side. There was a hole in the flower comb, and he vaguely remembered that he was pushed and pushed when he was taken to the Yeting Palace in the palace that day.

The gap made by falling on the ground.

There is no word written on the flower comb. It is the favorite flower comb that the gentle and beautiful woman in my memory always put in her bun.

One comes from the father, the same comes from the mother, and the last little golden peanut was a New Year's gift given to the original owner during the Chinese New Year of the year of the accident. He hid it in a small purse close to his body and escaped the search.

During those rough days in the palace, the child never used it to bribe the palace officials who were disciplining or stumbling upon him.

Perhaps he also knows that bribery is useless. A small golden peanut can escape this beating, but it may not be able to escape the next one.

While he was looking at the golden peanut in his hand, a voice sounded behind him.

"Sister Mingtang?" The calm voice contained a bit of coldness, cold and indifferent, just like before, "The ink color has a slight pearlescent light, and such fancy use of ink was popular in the Jiangnan area two years ago.

.One ink was sold at a high price, and it can be used to write letters, which shows that this person is very wealthy."

"Look at the stamp on the lower right corner of the envelope. It was sent to the palace all the way from the south of the Yangtze River. It was given to the palace along with the money for the palace people. It seems like a lot of thought was put into it."

Wen Mingtang held the golden peanut in his hand and turned to look at the person coming.

Lin Fei appeared at the door of the courtyard at some unknown time, holding several volumes of files in his hands and looking down here.

Before Wen Mingtang could speak, Lin Fei shook his head and said: "I saw the word "le" on the envelope. If I guess correctly, I can call you 'Sister Mingtang', and with this surname, I'd rather

I thought of your once-engaged fiancé, Mr. Ye."

Wen Mingtang: "..."

After a pause, she was about to speak when she heard Lin Fei say again: "He sent them one letter after another. He seemed to be very affectionate, but he came to the palace to see you once?"

Wen Mingtang shook her head: she had never met her former fiancé.

When Lin Fei saw this, he said, "The great scholar Ye came to Chang'an two years ago. He spent a lot of money on the Star Reaching Tower in the city. There was quite a commotion. Do you know?"

Obviously everyone came to Chang'an, but they didn't even have the time to visit the palace. It can be seen that all the friendship of this great scholar Ye was put in the letters and nowhere else.

Seeing Lin Fei's face urging her to return from the lost way, Wen Mingtang was silent and looked at Lin Fei: "How does he have anything to do with me?"

Not to mention that he has nothing to do with her anymore, even with the original owner, he has no memory of this once-engaged fiancé in his young memory, and even his appearance is a bit blurry.

But compared to this, there was one thing she wanted to ask Lin Fei.
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