At night, she heard her father in the east room again, drinking a few drinks and crying: "Why did the eldest father go away like this?"
Mrs. Wu was complaining: "Why do you cry in front of the old lady? It makes her sad. After the ladies have heard about it, how can they dare to ask you to kowtow again?"
"Why shouldn't it be?"
She sighed when she heard that the eldest man was the eldest son and the old lady's biological son.
Ordinarily, this marquis should have been the eldest master. Later, he fell ill suddenly in Yanjing City and died at a young age.
From then on, her father became a little confused and lost her as his own daughter. After all, if the eldest boss was here at the beginning, the position of the chief steward should be his now.
The elder also promised that if he studied medicine well, it would be a trivial matter for him to hire a master to teach him for a few years and then let him go out to take the exam to become a medical officer. After all, he was a scholar who had followed him since he was a child.
The old lady always feels sad when she sees her father, thinking of her own son.
Cao Xiwan thought that her parents should not go to the old lady.
She was sitting on her pillow, looking at the cold autumn moon outside the tent. It wasn't until the lights in the east room went out that she fell asleep hazily.
The Jinyi fanzi who patrolled the alley at night beat the clapper at the second watch.
Liu Ruhai changed into night clothes early, crossed the wall of Cao's courtyard, and saw her window. He even saw her standing in the kitchen washing dishes just after dinner.
The stove fire is light gold, the moon is light in color, and the jade girl is bright.
He remembered that she seemed to have something in front of the stove, and suddenly turned her head and looked out the window.
He had already turned sideways.
She opened the kitchen door and walked out.
She looked at the moonlight in the courtyard. Outside the door, there was the sound of the footsteps of a patrolman in brocade clothes walking past.
At that time, he looked carefully and couldn't figure out her.
According to his speculation, people who have practiced the Nine Transformations of the Netherworld may have stronger ears and eyesight than ordinary people.
Is this the same now that I have lost my gong?
Or, it's a trap.
He also heard about the changes in the capital city.
Prince Yan was mad, and Princess Yan sent a message to Prince Zhou's Mansion to seek medical treatment for him. She asked him to come over and be the general manager. According to his opinion, Prince Yan's Mansion was not crazy, but because he made a mistake in cultivating the Nine Transformations of the Netherworld and became seriously ill.
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Practicing this Netherworld Kung Fu, this is the San Gong in front of you.
King Yan is seriously ill again.
A bit of a coincidence?
He looked at her carefully under the moonlight, and her expression looked better than when he saw her a few days ago.
Then suddenly I saw her placing a large bowl in front of the kitchen window, soaking some ingredients for making porridge, ready for tomorrow.
He knew at a glance that it was him who prescribed the food supplement.
He couldn't help but smile.
The prescription he prescribed is the same as the food supplement prescription used by King Yan now.
Didn't hide anything private.
She turned around and returned to the kitchen. The sound of water sounded and she seemed to be still washing dishes.
The timing wasn't right, he thought.
And she didn't seem to invite him over to talk.
Did he misunderstand again?
The moonlight danced outside the window. He returned home, undressed and meditated on the pillow.
It seems that many experts from the Jinyi Guard Guard Division have been transferred to this alley, and the number of patrols has been increased.
Is it to prepare for the wedding at the Hou Mansion? Or is it for the cripple Qing Luo.
No matter why, he needs to find a more suitable opportunity to get close to her.
However, he put his hands behind his head, stared at the tent ceiling, and suddenly laughed.
Thinking of her scolding him while washing dishes in the house: "Liu, as a serious person, how dare you agree to come to my house for dinner? We meet by chance, no relatives, even neighbors, it takes a year and a half to get to know each other."
.I am the only daughter in the family, so if you invite him, he should come? Dad, you are confused, he just has evil intentions!"
He heard this.
He deliberately approaches and seems to be rude to the beautiful woman.
Within two days, Sanqiu Guizi drove from outside Nanxun Gate to the mountain temple.
It is the Double Ninth Festival, the time of autumn.
The world has only been peaceful for ten years. People in the capital call for friends and family members go out of the city to enjoy the autumn.
There were many pedestrians on the road. She carried her luggage and parcels, hired a small cart from a familiar donkey-carriage shop, and left the city to the monastery Chengfu Temple in the suburbs.
——She often collects accounts for the Marquis like this, and the family is used to it.
It happened that I didn't need to see Scholar Liu come home. I didn't look at the monk's face but the Buddha's face. After all, it was the sixth son of the house who wrote the letter of guarantee.
It's not convenient for her to kill him.
They are already useless, so why should they have any hatred? She thought.
She had also heard about the fact that Prince Zhou was looking for a doctor to cure his illness. She heard that he was coming to the capital to seek medical advice.
She stayed in the monastery for more than ten days, and there was no day without excitement.
First, the wife of General Cheng Qi of the Jinyi Yamen went to the temple to occupy a high-quality courtyard and bathed in the hot springs for several days.
Then it was the birthday of the daughter of Liu Qianhu's family, and Mrs. Liu arranged a birthday osmanthus banquet in the courtyard. Ladies from the military attachés' families who were friends with her in the city came one after another, singing sweet songs.
They threw a pot under the autumn osmanthus tree, set up a target, laughed and shot a few arrows, knocked down the broken gold and broken flowers on the ground, and bet on a cup of fragrant osmanthus wine.
A few days later, more than a dozen ladies from the Xiaoqi family in the Yamen were fond of Buddha, and they made an appointment to come together to burn incense, fulfill their vows, and perform Buddhist rituals.
At least half of the pilgrims coming and going are the female dependents of the Jinyiwei Yamen.
"It's all thanks to the Marquis that this temple can flourish."
Master Zhike Ni Huiming was sitting in her room, twirling the Buddha ball, with kind eyes and kind eyebrows. Knowing what she was going through now, Master Tai came to her room every day to chat with her for a while.
She was smiling but was secretly alert.
Master Huiming was a member of the former palace, and the nuns in Chengfu Temple were all former members of the Mengyuan Palace. In order to find support, they fled to Jinling and dedicated Chengfu Temple to the Jinyiwei Yamen as public property.
"It's not a poor nun who talks too much. Donor Cao, you should be thinking about saving some money for retirement and medical expenses. In fact, it's a bit late to mention it now."
"...The teacher's wife is right." Well, at least I didn't mention being a mistress and preparing a dowry to her.
Thinking about it this way, she felt that she could still talk to the former palace official.
Aren't the palace maids the Heavenly Witch? Taking part in Huanxi Zen with the emperor, prince, national master, and dignitaries in the Yuan Palace?
In this dynasty, Master Miaolian, the master of Chengfu Temple, was still granted the title of eighth-rank monk.
This is nothing, she is a Qingluo female ghost. Cao Xiwan thought.
Broken golden autumn osmanthus falls all over the jade steps of the Buddhist temple.
The day when the maple leaves were gradually turning red, the Marquis’ wedding passed like this.
It has nothing to do with her.
She was thinking, should she be able to go back?
The Marquis and his wife should both think that she is very knowledgeable. Originally, the Marquis said that he wanted her to be his concubine. If he had not mentioned anything about letting her out of the house, she would still believe that he was a concubine to take care of her for an old relationship. Let her out of the house.
?Aren’t you just afraid of being in your wife’s eyes?
The Marquis is unreliable. It's better to work as an errand for the wife.
At least I can get a monthly payment.
She can't care about so much now.
As long as Mr. Hou is around, she will have a share of the salary in the yamen. She can earn a little bit when she returns to the house. Jin Yiwei also needs to provide for the elderly and see the doctor.
If the wife doesn't care and allows her to be a grandma, the monthly salary will be doubled, and she is willing to do so.
She pondered, wondering how she could please her wife so that she would reward her every day?
I heard that my wife’s dowry is very generous.
When Liu Ruhai stepped into Chengfu Temple, he had not yet got off the carriage. When he happened to look at it, he couldn't help but feel speechless.
Because I saw the mountain gate and saw her figure.
He sat back in the car and looked at her outside the screen window, frowning in confusion.
"Is it her?" He chased her here this time, looking for an opportunity to get acquainted with her, but he never expected to bump into her at the gate. What was she doing?