(Yan Qixiang×Lu Xun)
Xiang'er, clean up, and you will go to Jing'an Temple with your grandmother tomorrow to get incense
Yan Qixiang sat by the window, resting her elbow on the windowsill, her slender hands held a small face the size of a palm, and the blue Liuxian skirt outlined her thin body. The late spring wind blew the hem of the skirt
It's like a blink of an eye, the little man will dissipate in the wind like a flower blooming in the yard.
I know... The girl responded, and her eyes looked out the window without moving her eyes
The sky is still a little cold, don’t blow the wind! Mrs. Yan couldn’t bear to see her daughter taking any possible risks, and saw this and saw two maids behind her, one helped Yan Qixiang sit down and the other went to close the window.
Don't lock yourself up, leave the cracks to ventilate. Mrs. Yan gave another advice, Mrs. Yan's life is healthy and strong, and her voice is bright. As soon as she enters the door, she adds a bit of excitement to Yan Qixiang's quiet yard.
Yan Qixiang had no choice but to use her strong mother, so she could only whisper: She would have to blow the wind even if she went to the temple to enter the incense.
This is the same place, that's the master, my grandmother has worked so hard to help you ask for it. It's related to your marriage, so how can you be careless?
Seeing that his daughter was bulging her cheeks and not talking, Mrs. Yan softened her tone again, and her hands surrounded by gold and jade patted her back, which was a little thin and a little uncomfortable, and her heart was softened to the bottom: Thank you for your hard work, I asked the coachman to drive slowly, and then asked the mother to prepare more soft pads. I will never let you suffer too much on the road. My mother also prepared Chen Ji’s dried fruit. This time, it won’t be restricted to how much you eat. Is this a good thing?
Hearing the word Chen Ji, Yan Qixiang's eyes lit up slightly
We have to go anywhere and right, and I feel a little balanced with the dried fruit she likes.
Jing'an Temple is on the mountain in the suburbs of the capital, and it takes one to two hours to ride a carriage. Although Mrs. Yan made sufficient preparations, Yan Qixiang's weak body was still tortured.
She was so dizzy that she had the dried fruit she loved to "spend her life", but when she got off the bus, her little face was still as white as paper, which scared the driver of the car to death.
Yan Qixiang laughed and said nothing was wrong
Her body is weak and she can't stand it for a long time. How can she be dependent on others?
She looked up at the hundreds of floors of stone steps. A young boy in red shirt climbed up with a short legs and quick footsteps. He threw the servant and maid behind him.
She is afraid she is not as good as a child
The maid saw that she didn't move and thought she was in trouble for the steps, but it was not easy to ride a chariot in Jing'an Temple to avoid being dishonest. So she suggested: Miss, why not take a rest for a while, I will go and tell the old lady.
No need. If she really rested, her grandmother would be annoyed that she didn't know how to cherish this hard-earned opportunity
Yan Qixiang didn't think this was such a great opportunity. No matter how powerful the master was, she was still sick and unable to do so.
What kind of marriage is it?
She must be disliked by the families of equal families. If she married a low family, she would make her family unable to raise her head. Her grandmother would also strongly oppose it. She is the eldest daughter, and there are several young cousins under her. Her grandmother must ask her to marry her and give her a good start for the Yan family's daughter.
Alas...it's really hard to achieve both
With my grandmother climbing up the stone steps, Yan Qixiang was so tired that she finally climbed to the top. She passed through the natural barrier made of Bodhi trees full of branches, and then she could see the full view of Jing'an Temple.
Jing'an Temple is not well-known in the Gyeonggi area, so there are not many pilgrims on weekdays
On the way, Yan Qixiang accidentally heard someone passing by saying that it was quite effective to seek marriage here, but her grandmother directly asked the master to calculate for her. It can be seen that her grandmother wanted to marry her very much, but she didn't know if this master could make her happy.
When we arrived at the backyard of Jing'an Temple, we were far away from the voices and it became much quieter. Only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the tender green Bodhi leaves, and the chirping of the new Yàn under the eaves
A young monk walked out of the simple room in the middle. He came over to see the ceremony with his hands on his cross, but only invited his grandmother into it.
Yan Qixiang is inexplicably, what did she do this trip?
You can have some breath outside, don't run around, especially in the back mountain. Mrs. Yan obviously didn't expect it, but she felt that the master must have a master's reason, so she didn't say much, but just told Yan Qixiang this way.
You two follow the lady. If there is any mistake, you will ask you. After giving instructions to the two servants, Mrs. Yan followed the little monk into the Zen room.
Yan Qixiang had no choice but to sit down on the stone bench not far away
After waiting for a while, no movement came from the Zen room. Yan Qixiang felt bored, and a small figure suddenly broke into her eyes.
The little man no longer had the momentum he had when he climbed the stone steps. He wiped his tears with his hands while walking towards her. He walked very quickly, as if he was angry with someone.
The nanny was dressed in rich clothes and had a jade-inlaid lock on his neck, but there was no servant beside him, muttering: Which family is this? Who is the bullying of this?
Bring him over here and ask Yan Qixiang
The nanny went forward, but the little man was very alert and didn't want the stranger to get close at all. The nanny had no choice but to deal with him. The two of them were in such a stalemate for a long time, and Madam Ren was not moved after all his words were soft and soft.
Yan Qixiang suddenly felt funny and got up before her
I never thought that the little man saw her, but said: I remember you, I took two steps and took one step, and I was at the top of the mountain, and you were only halfway through
Yan Qixiang was ashamed, why was she even teased by a child under five years old?
Seeing Yan Qixiang's expression change, the boy hugged his hands and said proudly: If you hadn't been a good-looking man, I wouldn't have noticed it.
Seeing that there were still tears on his face, but he looked arrogant, Yan Qixiang laughed: You know you were beautiful and ugly at a young age? Who taught you
The boy picked up his hand and turned his head aside: I won’t tell you about him, Uncle San hates him the most
Several maids and mothers were immediately teased by him, but they were surrounded by Zen rooms, so they did not dare to disturb the Buddhist purity loudly.
The old lady said with her ears: Miss, I don’t know which young man this brother is, so it’s better to find his family quickly. What the nanny didn’t say is that she would easily cause misunderstandings after being delayed for a long time, and she was not well received by her own lady.
Yan Qixiang nodded: Mama, go, we will wait here, we won’t walk around, let alone grandmother’s San Ling Wushen
Who would have thought that the little boy would hear these whispers? He was immediately unhappy and was trying not to go back
Yan Qixiang's slender fingers silenced on her lips. The boy opened his eyes wide, his voice weakened, and he kicked the cracks on the bricks on the ground with his feet: I just don't want to go back, who made Uncle San mess with me
Yan Qixiang had no choice but to have someone sit down first
Xiao Yuan, come and ask for some tea with the little master just now. Grandma's grandmother should have to wait for a while. Yan Qixiang winked when she turned sideways. The clever maid knew it and went there.
Why did your uncle San provoke you? Tell me about it? Yan Qixiang plans to comfort the person first
The boy puffed his lips and pouted his lips: He said he wanted to add more lessons to me, my mother would definitely agree.
Why do you add your coursework for no reason? Yan Qixiang continued to ask
Just now, there was a sister who secretly looked at Uncle San and saw it for me
Later, she secretly sent a maid to ask me if Uncle San has a wife.
I told the truth... Uncle San will punish me to increase my studies
Yan Qixiang's eyes flashed when she saw his last sentence, and she knew that he had hidden some facts, but she was not willing to expose them. Although he was young and had a high spirit, he must be respectful of face.
There must be some misunderstandings in this. Maybe if you explain it carefully with him, will you be exempted from the punishment?
He turned his head again, but did not refute
Think about it, a man can bend and stretch, and he can take a soft and relaxed life, why not?
The boy turned his head: I'm a man, so I won't be afraid because of this little thing.
But what you said... I'll consider it
Yan Qixiang smiled
Uncle San! The boy raised his eyes and saw Uncle San, who was shocked and scared, coming over, and exclaimed in a low voice
Lu Xun didn't expect that there was a young female family here. He was worried about his little nephew who had run away from a monk. He found out from a monk that his nephew ran to the backyard of the temple and didn't care about anything.
The moment I saw my nephew, I was filled with anxiety and was full of anger.
Seeing the subtle changes in Uncle San's expression all the way over, Lu Qizhe instantly noticed a strong sense of crisis. The gentle sister in front of him made him feel safe again, so he subconsciously grabbed her cuffs.
The nanny was shocked when she saw a man with a heartbeat. The old lady, separated by a wall, was still talking about the marriage in the Zen room. How could she come out and run into it? Although the defense of men and women in this dynasty is not strict, she still has to be careful at this time.
When the man was ten steps away, the nanny hurried forward: Is the young master's family?
Lu Xun stopped and said he was reckless, and bowed to Yan Qixiang from afar: Sanlang, Lujia, is the young master's uncle, who is not well-careful, and asks Zheer to cause trouble for the girl. Another day, he will send someone to express his gratitude. He looks up and sees his nephew holding a piece of pink and white cuffs in his hand, and his body is tilted towards the slender figure beside him, Lu Xun's eyebrows jump again
Yan Qixiang heard the male voice behind her wearing a ring, her face turned hot, and she didn't look back by chance. The white face of Ji Xue Saishuang showed a faint pink color.
The cuffs were pulled
Yan Qixiang smiled and pointed at the boy's round cheeks with her index finger: Go back
Lu Qizhe let go of his hand reluctantly, and even more reluctantly walked towards his uncle San.
Lu Xun pulled his nephew to his side, and the girl still turned her back to him without saying a word, leaving only a slender back. Although she was a little strange, she didn't think much about it. She asked her nanny about the mansion, thanked her again, and pulled her nephew away.
When they were going down the mountain, they were about to return when their nephew opposite suddenly poked his head out of the car window.
Sister, my name is Qizhe!
Haha, when did this kid look obedient?
Lu Xun raised his eyes from the scroll in his hand, and through the gap in the car window, he caught a smile in his eyes.
Fragile as illusory, yet as fresh as flowers
The carriage started, Lu Xun withdrew his sight
Uncle San, what are you watching?
He lowered his head and looked at one of the articles on the Enthal Platform in his hand.
At that time, he improvised while climbing the fairy platform and having a banquet. The owner of the banquet casually wrote a question about "beauty". In the end, he took the lead with a gorgeous essay.
Although it is a playful work and has little meaning, he is confident that he can make the viewer look like a beautiful woman.
But now I look at it again, it seems like it is just a pile of emotionally unsexual words
Xiang'er, clean up, and you will go to Jing'an Temple with your grandmother tomorrow to get incense
Yan Qixiang sat by the window, resting her elbow on the windowsill, her slender hands held a small face the size of a palm, and the blue Liuxian skirt outlined her thin body. The late spring wind blew the hem of the skirt
It's like a blink of an eye, the little man will dissipate in the wind like a flower blooming in the yard.
I know... The girl responded, and her eyes looked out the window without moving her eyes
The sky is still a little cold, don’t blow the wind! Mrs. Yan couldn’t bear to see her daughter taking any possible risks, and saw this and saw two maids behind her, one helped Yan Qixiang sit down and the other went to close the window.
Don't lock yourself up, leave the cracks to ventilate. Mrs. Yan gave another advice, Mrs. Yan's life is healthy and strong, and her voice is bright. As soon as she enters the door, she adds a bit of excitement to Yan Qixiang's quiet yard.
Yan Qixiang had no choice but to use her strong mother, so she could only whisper: She would have to blow the wind even if she went to the temple to enter the incense.
This is the same place, that's the master, my grandmother has worked so hard to help you ask for it. It's related to your marriage, so how can you be careless?
Seeing that his daughter was bulging her cheeks and not talking, Mrs. Yan softened her tone again, and her hands surrounded by gold and jade patted her back, which was a little thin and a little uncomfortable, and her heart was softened to the bottom: Thank you for your hard work, I asked the coachman to drive slowly, and then asked the mother to prepare more soft pads. I will never let you suffer too much on the road. My mother also prepared Chen Ji’s dried fruit. This time, it won’t be restricted to how much you eat. Is this a good thing?
Hearing the word Chen Ji, Yan Qixiang's eyes lit up slightly
We have to go anywhere and right, and I feel a little balanced with the dried fruit she likes.
Jing'an Temple is on the mountain in the suburbs of the capital, and it takes one to two hours to ride a carriage. Although Mrs. Yan made sufficient preparations, Yan Qixiang's weak body was still tortured.
She was so dizzy that she had the dried fruit she loved to "spend her life", but when she got off the bus, her little face was still as white as paper, which scared the driver of the car to death.
Yan Qixiang laughed and said nothing was wrong
Her body is weak and she can't stand it for a long time. How can she be dependent on others?
She looked up at the hundreds of floors of stone steps. A young boy in red shirt climbed up with a short legs and quick footsteps. He threw the servant and maid behind him.
She is afraid she is not as good as a child
The maid saw that she didn't move and thought she was in trouble for the steps, but it was not easy to ride a chariot in Jing'an Temple to avoid being dishonest. So she suggested: Miss, why not take a rest for a while, I will go and tell the old lady.
No need. If she really rested, her grandmother would be annoyed that she didn't know how to cherish this hard-earned opportunity
Yan Qixiang didn't think this was such a great opportunity. No matter how powerful the master was, she was still sick and unable to do so.
What kind of marriage is it?
She must be disliked by the families of equal families. If she married a low family, she would make her family unable to raise her head. Her grandmother would also strongly oppose it. She is the eldest daughter, and there are several young cousins under her. Her grandmother must ask her to marry her and give her a good start for the Yan family's daughter.
Alas...it's really hard to achieve both
With my grandmother climbing up the stone steps, Yan Qixiang was so tired that she finally climbed to the top. She passed through the natural barrier made of Bodhi trees full of branches, and then she could see the full view of Jing'an Temple.
Jing'an Temple is not well-known in the Gyeonggi area, so there are not many pilgrims on weekdays
On the way, Yan Qixiang accidentally heard someone passing by saying that it was quite effective to seek marriage here, but her grandmother directly asked the master to calculate for her. It can be seen that her grandmother wanted to marry her very much, but she didn't know if this master could make her happy.
When we arrived at the backyard of Jing'an Temple, we were far away from the voices and it became much quieter. Only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the tender green Bodhi leaves, and the chirping of the new Yàn under the eaves
A young monk walked out of the simple room in the middle. He came over to see the ceremony with his hands on his cross, but only invited his grandmother into it.
Yan Qixiang is inexplicably, what did she do this trip?
You can have some breath outside, don't run around, especially in the back mountain. Mrs. Yan obviously didn't expect it, but she felt that the master must have a master's reason, so she didn't say much, but just told Yan Qixiang this way.
You two follow the lady. If there is any mistake, you will ask you. After giving instructions to the two servants, Mrs. Yan followed the little monk into the Zen room.
Yan Qixiang had no choice but to sit down on the stone bench not far away
After waiting for a while, no movement came from the Zen room. Yan Qixiang felt bored, and a small figure suddenly broke into her eyes.
The little man no longer had the momentum he had when he climbed the stone steps. He wiped his tears with his hands while walking towards her. He walked very quickly, as if he was angry with someone.
The nanny was dressed in rich clothes and had a jade-inlaid lock on his neck, but there was no servant beside him, muttering: Which family is this? Who is the bullying of this?
Bring him over here and ask Yan Qixiang
The nanny went forward, but the little man was very alert and didn't want the stranger to get close at all. The nanny had no choice but to deal with him. The two of them were in such a stalemate for a long time, and Madam Ren was not moved after all his words were soft and soft.
Yan Qixiang suddenly felt funny and got up before her
I never thought that the little man saw her, but said: I remember you, I took two steps and took one step, and I was at the top of the mountain, and you were only halfway through
Yan Qixiang was ashamed, why was she even teased by a child under five years old?
Seeing Yan Qixiang's expression change, the boy hugged his hands and said proudly: If you hadn't been a good-looking man, I wouldn't have noticed it.
Seeing that there were still tears on his face, but he looked arrogant, Yan Qixiang laughed: You know you were beautiful and ugly at a young age? Who taught you
The boy picked up his hand and turned his head aside: I won’t tell you about him, Uncle San hates him the most
Several maids and mothers were immediately teased by him, but they were surrounded by Zen rooms, so they did not dare to disturb the Buddhist purity loudly.
The old lady said with her ears: Miss, I don’t know which young man this brother is, so it’s better to find his family quickly. What the nanny didn’t say is that she would easily cause misunderstandings after being delayed for a long time, and she was not well received by her own lady.
Yan Qixiang nodded: Mama, go, we will wait here, we won’t walk around, let alone grandmother’s San Ling Wushen
Who would have thought that the little boy would hear these whispers? He was immediately unhappy and was trying not to go back
Yan Qixiang's slender fingers silenced on her lips. The boy opened his eyes wide, his voice weakened, and he kicked the cracks on the bricks on the ground with his feet: I just don't want to go back, who made Uncle San mess with me
Yan Qixiang had no choice but to have someone sit down first
Xiao Yuan, come and ask for some tea with the little master just now. Grandma's grandmother should have to wait for a while. Yan Qixiang winked when she turned sideways. The clever maid knew it and went there.
Why did your uncle San provoke you? Tell me about it? Yan Qixiang plans to comfort the person first
The boy puffed his lips and pouted his lips: He said he wanted to add more lessons to me, my mother would definitely agree.
Why do you add your coursework for no reason? Yan Qixiang continued to ask
Just now, there was a sister who secretly looked at Uncle San and saw it for me
Later, she secretly sent a maid to ask me if Uncle San has a wife.
I told the truth... Uncle San will punish me to increase my studies
Yan Qixiang's eyes flashed when she saw his last sentence, and she knew that he had hidden some facts, but she was not willing to expose them. Although he was young and had a high spirit, he must be respectful of face.
There must be some misunderstandings in this. Maybe if you explain it carefully with him, will you be exempted from the punishment?
He turned his head again, but did not refute
Think about it, a man can bend and stretch, and he can take a soft and relaxed life, why not?
The boy turned his head: I'm a man, so I won't be afraid because of this little thing.
But what you said... I'll consider it
Yan Qixiang smiled
Uncle San! The boy raised his eyes and saw Uncle San, who was shocked and scared, coming over, and exclaimed in a low voice
Lu Xun didn't expect that there was a young female family here. He was worried about his little nephew who had run away from a monk. He found out from a monk that his nephew ran to the backyard of the temple and didn't care about anything.
The moment I saw my nephew, I was filled with anxiety and was full of anger.
Seeing the subtle changes in Uncle San's expression all the way over, Lu Qizhe instantly noticed a strong sense of crisis. The gentle sister in front of him made him feel safe again, so he subconsciously grabbed her cuffs.
The nanny was shocked when she saw a man with a heartbeat. The old lady, separated by a wall, was still talking about the marriage in the Zen room. How could she come out and run into it? Although the defense of men and women in this dynasty is not strict, she still has to be careful at this time.
When the man was ten steps away, the nanny hurried forward: Is the young master's family?
Lu Xun stopped and said he was reckless, and bowed to Yan Qixiang from afar: Sanlang, Lujia, is the young master's uncle, who is not well-careful, and asks Zheer to cause trouble for the girl. Another day, he will send someone to express his gratitude. He looks up and sees his nephew holding a piece of pink and white cuffs in his hand, and his body is tilted towards the slender figure beside him, Lu Xun's eyebrows jump again
Yan Qixiang heard the male voice behind her wearing a ring, her face turned hot, and she didn't look back by chance. The white face of Ji Xue Saishuang showed a faint pink color.
The cuffs were pulled
Yan Qixiang smiled and pointed at the boy's round cheeks with her index finger: Go back
Lu Qizhe let go of his hand reluctantly, and even more reluctantly walked towards his uncle San.
Lu Xun pulled his nephew to his side, and the girl still turned her back to him without saying a word, leaving only a slender back. Although she was a little strange, she didn't think much about it. She asked her nanny about the mansion, thanked her again, and pulled her nephew away.
When they were going down the mountain, they were about to return when their nephew opposite suddenly poked his head out of the car window.
Sister, my name is Qizhe!
Haha, when did this kid look obedient?
Lu Xun raised his eyes from the scroll in his hand, and through the gap in the car window, he caught a smile in his eyes.
Fragile as illusory, yet as fresh as flowers
The carriage started, Lu Xun withdrew his sight
Uncle San, what are you watching?
He lowered his head and looked at one of the articles on the Enthal Platform in his hand.
At that time, he improvised while climbing the fairy platform and having a banquet. The owner of the banquet casually wrote a question about "beauty". In the end, he took the lead with a gorgeous essay.
Although it is a playful work and has little meaning, he is confident that he can make the viewer look like a beautiful woman.
But now I look at it again, it seems like it is just a pile of emotionally unsexual words
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