Chapter 879: Shen Yichao's expression doesn't look good

She froze.
Buddha statue, how can you weep?
She rubbed her eyes and was about to take a closer look, when pale lightning flashed across the thick clouds, and the rain poured down instantly and wet the Buddha statue.
Nan Baoyi smiled.
It turned out that it was not the Buddha statue weeping, but the rain from the sky.
She opened the paper umbrella, protected Awei and the little lady of Pei's family, and hurriedly walked to the Pingding Temple.
The temple door was open, and a group of people entered the corridor. The temple was empty, the eaves were clean, the gardens were quiet, and there were occasional rustling noises, and the lonely birds fluttered their wings to shelter from the rain.
Nan Baoyi whispered: "This temple is so quiet, there is not even a pilgrim."
Xiao Sui twisted the Buddhist beads: "Go in and take a look."
There is a Buddha statue standing in the Buddhist hall. The red lacquer of wooden fish is peeling off. It has been knocked on for many years. There is a furnace of incense sticks in front of the Buddha. Only a small portion of the incense sticks burned. Apparently someone has just appeared.
Everyone passed through the gold foil screen behind the Buddhist hall and walked a little further along the veranda. In the sound of rain, women's singing could be vaguely caught.
They chased the singing and quickly found a Buddhist room.
The bamboo curtain by the window is rolled up high, and the middle-aged woman wearing indigo-dyed woven linen has a thin body and a sallow complexion. Her left and right faces seem to be asymmetrical. She is sitting behind the window and embroidered humming.
Nan Baoyi asked politely: "Are you the owner of this temple?"
In the ancient city of Luoyang, because the Yin family of the first-class gentry believed in Buddhism, the people in the whole city also followed Buddhism. Many loyal believers even converted their houses into temples.
The middle-aged woman held the embroidery needles, looked at the crowd in surprise, and then smiled gently: "I am. You all come from a different place to see what you wear? Is it because you want to stay overnight?"
Nan Baoyi nodded happily: "We are willing to pay incense money."
"If you are a guest, you don't have to be like that." The woman put down the embroidery stretches and needles. "The temple is very big and there are still a few meditation rooms empty. Come with me."
The bamboo-wood veranda is particularly quiet.
Nan Baoyi looked at the courtyard and did not see the famous flower peony, but beside the rockery in Taihu, he saw a few lush hibiscus flowers.
She smiled and said, "Why don't Shi Aunt plant some peonies? All the way through Luoyang, I saw that every family here loves to plant peonies, they are very beautiful."
"Although peony is good, I still prefer Furong." The woman opened the door of the Zen house, "Look at it, are you satisfied?"
The Zen room is very clean.
Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Sui, the other party's expression was faint.
So she said warmly: "There is Sister-in-law."
The woman explained the location of the kitchen and the firewood again before returning to continue embroidering.
Because there was no maid with him, Xiao Sui was again a noble lord who fell down when the wind blew, so Nan Baoyi had to make the bed by himself.
A weak obediently took the initiative to pack up the change of clothes, Pei Chuchu climbed onto the bed and helped Nan Baoyi level the mattress inside.
Xiao Sui stood by the window and whispered, "Did you hear anything?"
Nan Baoyi didn't care: "The sound of rain, and the little song sung by the auntie."
Pei Chuchu squeezed the corners of the thin blanket and carefully folded it under the mattress: "She is also very particular about singing. She sings very beautifully. She must have done a lot when she was young."
Seeing that she had tucked the blanket, Nan Baoyi hugged her off the bed: "I am familiar with this song, as if I have heard it somewhere. Why did your Highness suddenly ask about this?"
Xiao Sui twisted the Buddhist beads one by one.
Across the rain curtain, he stared at several pomegranate trees in the courtyard. The rain washed over the green leaves, and densely packed crimson buds were faintly visible.
He said lightly: "The pomegranate flower is about to bloom."
Nan Baoyi raised an eyebrow.
This fellow talked about, changing one topic to another, and he never paid attention to other people's replies. He should work with Poinsettia. Anyway, a layman like her and Xiao Sui have no common language.
The rain is getting stronger and the sky is getting darker.
Because there are no monks in the temple, dinner has to be settled by yourself.
Nan Baoyi can't cook.
Weak volunteered to cook a sumptuous dinner for everyone. He took a great effort to take out an old hen from the chicken coop, and happily carried the chicken neck to the kitchen, but the old hen tried to talk about his hand. The pain was so painful that she was forced to let go of her hand, and the old hen fluttered her wings immediately, making A weak head and face.
Nan Baoyi boiled water under the eaves, wanting to laugh but not ashamed.
Fortunately, Pei Chuchu was a young lady with strong hands-on ability. He pulled out a three-legged pottery pottery from the kitchen and cooked a pot of delicious bean and vegetable rice, which solved the dinner problem for everyone.
After nightfall, Nan Baoyi took care of the two children to bathe and wash, set them up on the couch, and slept with her outside the Zen room.
The rain is rustling, and the candlelight is jumping.
Nan Baoyi was half awake and half dreaming, as if he had heard the song again.
She opened her eyes.
She suddenly remembered why she thought this song was familiar.
She had heard it in Yulouchun, this is a folk song unique to Jinguan City.
Seeing Aqiu and Pei Chuchu sleeping soundly, she lowered her voice: "His Royal Highness, I remembered, I heard the song sung by the teacher-aunt in Yulouchun. The teacher-aunt said she loves Furong more, so she probably It’s from the Jinguancheng family. We just borrowed the hotel casually, but we didn’t expect it to be a stranger from another country."
"Meeting old friends in another country?"
Xiao Sui's voice faintly sounded.
His voice was cold, and it was inexplicably cold to hear it in the rainy night.
Nan Baoyi sat up and looked outside.
How did she feel that Xiao Sui was standing outside the house talking?
She lifted the quilt, lifted the horn lamp on the lamp stand, and walked over curiously.
Pushing open the door, the night breeze mingled with raindrops rushed towards his face, feeling slightly moist and cold.
The green gauze lanterns under the eaves swayed a faint cyan light and shadow. Xiao Sui wins snow in white, wearing a large cloak, standing quietly under the eaves, the lonely shadow stretches on the steps and extends towards the courtyard.
The rockery in the courtyard turned into a black phantom, the pomegranate tree quivered in the wind, and the bright red pomegranate buds fell to the ground. The soil on the ground was washed away by rain, revealing a rotten palm.
Going forward, the thin soil was washed out by the rain.
Nan Baoyi swallowed, her delicate face quietly turned pale.
Xiao Sui raised his eyes and stared at the warm yellow lights in the distant Buddhist room.
The figure of the woman was reflected in the window crepe, her needlework fluttering, as if she was still busy embroidering.
He has a profound meaning: "Do you like this kind of experience from a foreign country?"
...
The bright red pomegranate flower shuttles through the fingertips like a trick, which makes the beautiful hands white and delicate.
Luoyang Prefect.
Han Yanliang knelt and sat in front of the short case, playing with a few pomegranate flowers boredly.
Tired of playing, she raised her head to look at the man opposite: "Shen Yichao, you have been in the Taishou Mansion for two days, but people refuse to even see you. It can be seen that the people of the Yin family will not wait to see you at all. I am really bored. , Can you find me some notebooks to pass the time?"
Shen Yichao's expression is not very good with his hands in his wide sleeves.
,