The beauty of the lady

Chapter 75 Chaos (1)
"It's alright, you don't have to worry."

It was very late in the sandalwood courtyard, when Xuan Shaoling got up and went to Luxi Hall in the front courtyard under the guidance of Guanshi Qian.

Luxi Hall is in front of Qinghong Hall, and Qinghong Hall is Zhou Tang's residence. Although he is young, according to Zhou Mei's intention, let him live in the backyard first, but he considers himself a man and insists on living in the backyard. In the front yard, Mrs. Zhao simply let him live in Qinghong Hall alone.

When passing by Qinghong Hall, Xiao Shunzi who happened to be inside came out of the yard, saw Xuan Shaoling hurried forward to salute.

"Where are you going? Has the young master not rested?" Qian Guanshi asked.

Now it's the end of the hour, so it stands to reason that the young master should also rest.

"The young master is still reading. Seeing that there is no water in the room, the younger one is about to go to the kitchen to make a pot of sugar water. The eldest lady said that drinking a little sugar water at night will help you rest." Xiao Shunzi is a very clever boy. Smile.

"Then you go, it's getting late now, the young master waits for you to rest early, don't hurt your eyes."

"Hey, the little one goes first."

When Xiao Shunzi ran away in a hurry, Xuan Shaoling looked at the bright Qinghong Hall, and said to Guanshi Qian: "Luxi Hall is right in front, you go first, I'll go in and see him."

Guanshi Qian left in response. Even his wife was so close to the son, so he would not say anything more. In short, he firmly believed that the son would not hurt the young master.

Pushing away the two attendants around him, Xuan Shaoling walked into the Qinghong Hall with his robe lifted.

At this time, the servants who were busy saw him and hurried forward to salute, and some people went to the study to inform Zhou Tang.

When he walked to the door of the study, he saw Zhou Tang was already waiting for him in front of the door. Seeing him approaching, he clasped his fists in a dignified salute: "Tang'er has seen my cousin."

Xuan Shaoling stepped forward to help him up, patted the top of his hair, and said with a smile: "They are all my brothers, so there is no need to be polite."

"Yeah!" Zhou Tang raised his smiling face, his face was full of smiles, very much like Mrs. Zhao's eyebrows and eyes. At this time, he had already seen the beauty for the first time, and the dimples on his cheeks overflowed with joy, and even the lanterns under the corridor dimmed.

Seeing his cute smile, Xuan Shaoling reached out to poke the dimple on his left cheek, "It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

"There are still two copybooks that have not been finished. I want to finish writing first before resting. Did my cousin just come back from my parents?"

When the two walked in, Xuan Shaoling saw a neat set of utensils on the desk.

"It's getting dark soon, and it won't be too late to make up for it tomorrow."

"Sister said, today's affairs are finished today, tomorrow will be tomorrow, and tomorrow will be so much." The little guy is Zhou Mei's faithful pump, and the Buddha has to stand aside.

Xuan Shaoling smiled and said nothing, but accompanied him to write, and after finishing writing, he returned to Luxi Hall.

A few days later, on the fourteenth day of the eighth month, the Zhou family hitched up the carriage, and Mrs. Zhao took her daughter to the Ciyun Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, accompanied by only a few maids and servants.

"Going to An Guo Gong's Mansion?" Zhou Mei asked.

Mrs. Zhao shook her head: "Meeting your cousin and aunt at Ciyun Temple is too conspicuous in the Duke's Mansion."

Yesterday Xuan Shaoling personally came to the Zhou Mansion and said that Mrs. Guo was waiting for them in front of Ciyun Temple, so he must have understood their current situation.

There is a game of chess between the mother and daughter in the car. Zhou Mei likes to play chess when she has nothing to do. Both of them can cultivate themselves and spend more time with their mother. Dad is usually very busy. You should play chess with your wife, after all, that father is definitely a bad chess player.

Ciyun Temple is located about [-] miles away from the suburbs of Beijing. Because the carriage drove very smoothly along the way, there was hardly any bumps. It was already an hour later when we arrived outside Ciyun Temple.

During the holidays outside, most of the wives from the capital bring their children to offer incense. Compared with them, there are not many elders. If they come, what they want is some cleanliness, so the guest rooms here are very Elegant and quiet, after all, although it is not as good as the Royal Temple of Wanfo Temple, it is still the top choice for dignitaries.

At this time, it was already Sishichu, and many men, women and children had gathered in front of the temple gate, and there were also many vendors, most of whom were selling incense and lampposts, and there were also many snack and tea sheds.

Before getting out of the car, Xianglan fetched two gauze hats and put them on for the two of them respectively. Fortunately, they were not too conspicuous. After all, in the Great Yan Dynasty, although the folk customs were not too harsh, there were many restrictions, especially those noble daughters. It is even more common to wear a gauze hat when going out.

Outside, the heat wave rushed towards the whole body, and the tulle in front of him was blown by a gust of wind, and stuck to his face, causing an uncomfortable itching.

Follow Mrs. Zhao to go forward, and then see a few ancient pine trees in front of the temple gate, a very imposing carriage parked there, and standing beside it are eight men in Tsing Yi, with eyes like torches, and two standing beside the shaft. A young girl in a satin dress.

"Excuse me, is this the carriage of Mrs. An Guogong?" Mrs. Zhao stepped forward and asked the two girls with a smile.

The woman raised her eyes to look at Mrs. Zhao, she smiled politely, and said with a smile: "Exactly, are you Mrs. Zhou?"

"Qishan, is that Qishan?" The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a graceful and luxurious woman came out, and the two maidservants hurriedly reached out to help the man down to stand still, "Is it Qishan?"

Mrs. Zhao lifted the gauze hat, looked at the woman, her eyes were slightly red, "Sister-in-law, it's me, it's me."

"Qishan, you have no conscience, why did you come back now." Xiao Shi hugged Zhao Shi, crying like a tearful person.

If it weren't for the two girls covering most of the sight in front, people would really be watching here.

After a while, when the two separated, both eyes were red, and then they looked at each other, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Mrs. Xiao wiped away the tears from the corners of Mrs. Zhao's eyes, and held her hand tightly: "Qishan, where have you been all these years? When Ling'er went back and told me, I still couldn't believe it. Your brother told me that I was relieved, you are kind, what a cruel person, you have been away for more than ten years, and there is no news, Zhao Xingyu said you passed away, I really believed it."

"It's a long story, let's finish the incense and find a side room to sit down and talk." After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Zhou Mei standing behind him, and beckoned her to come forward, "Mei'er, this is your aunt, come here Goodbye."

Zhou Mei stepped forward with a smile, and performed a very regular etiquette, "Meier has seen Auntie, Auntie is well."

"Okay, okay, everything will be fine when I see your mother." Xiao Shi helped Zhou Mei up, and held her hand without letting go, "Good boy, you really look like your mother when she was a child."

After finishing speaking, he straightened the gauze hat on her head and said with a smile: "Let's go in, let's go in and thank the Buddha for his protection, and finally let you come back."

The three of them walked into the main hall and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue. Xiao Shi and Zhao Shi also asked for two lottery sticks, but Zhou Mei was not interested. There are believers in this kind of thing, and there are no believers in this kind of thing. Even if she is a time traveler, she will never believe it. It's all unbelief, and it's better to believe in the silver taels in your hands than to believe in the product derived from the sustenance of the world's hearts.

(End of this chapter)