Chapter 307 The Sick Little Monk

The snow on the top of Qinglian Temple has not yet melted.

The north wind blew loudly, and no pilgrims were seen walking along the way.

Xiang Yang and Xiang Song came to the solemn hall. The door is closed.

After knocking on the door for a while, a young novice came to open the door.

If it weren't for the Buddhist powerhouse, the two of them would have crossed the wall long ago.

The hall was empty, leaving only the faint scent of incense candles in the air.

I would like to ask my little master, "Is Master Huiyuan here?"

The young novice welcomed the two people into the Zen room in the side hall, poured them two cups of plain tea, clasped his hands together and said: "Two donors, wait a moment, the poor monk will go and report it right away."

Watching the little novice monk leave, Xiangyang walked to the window and opened the ajar window, looking at the overlapping buildings in the distance.

"Boss, do you think the master has something wrong? He pretends to be Miss Jiang, but he asks us to invite Master Huiyuan. If he doesn't go to Miss Jiang to show his courtesy, even asking for help from Bodhisattva is useless!"

"Superficial. Master sees things from a far-sighted perspective. You and I can see through it. Don't beep blindly. Sit down and drink tea."

It's colder on the mountain than at the bottom. With the windows open, the cold wind quickly takes away the heat in the house.

Xiang Yang closed the window and sat cross-legged on the futon to drink tea.

After the two of them drank half a pot of tea, the young novice was nowhere to be seen.

In the backyard of a palace far away from the main hall, several novice monks were surrounding two sleeping children.

The two children had red faces and looked about two or three years old.

Wearing a light blue cloth cap on his head, there is no hair on the temples.

Master Huiyuan reached out and touched the foreheads of the two children, and tucked the quilt back.

"The fever has gone down. To prevent coughing later, go and make some decoction. Feed him when he wakes up later."

The young novices all responded in unison, "Yes, master, don't worry, we will take good care of our little junior brother."

Master Huiyuan told a young novice next to him, "After a quarter of an hour, touch your forehead again. Keep the charcoal fire away from the bed. Get a basin of water and put it in the room. The air is too dry, which is not conducive to the elimination of dust and the body." recover."

The little novice monk left, and Master Huiyuan gave instructions to the person in charge of the two children's diet.

"The soup is bitter, remember to prepare candied fruit, cook some white fungus soup every day, and then use frozen pears to cook the soup. It will take a few days to heal."

"Master, don't worry. My junior brother is a little uncomfortable spending his first winter in the mountains. It will get better in the future."

"Master, Jin Yiwei wants to see you." The young novice who delivered the message stood outside the courtyard and reported.

"Who asked you to bring them here?" Master Huiyuan sounded unhappy and walked out.

The little novice monk who passed on the message quickly said: "Disciple, please remember Master's teachings. How can you bring people here? They are waiting in the Zen room in the side hall in front."

Master Huiyuan turned back and took a deep look into the house, then walked through a forest with the young novice monk, and then climbed up the stairs to the mountain of the front hall.

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Su Mansion.

The sun shines from the treetops in front of the gate, and the shadows of the trees are projected on the fallen leaves on the ground, as mottled as the gate of the Su Mansion.

Caiyan walked back and forth under the tree, making the dead branches click.

Her eyes were anxious, and she looked up at the entrance of the alley from time to time.

Caiyan just came back from the street and heard that someone lost his life eating barbecue.

Seeing her uncle fawning over Jiang Jiaojiao every day, she felt unhappy.

Although my uncle did not play songs with the young lady every night, he did not invite her to meet at Tingxue Pavilion in the past two days.

A moment later, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, and Caiyan ran over with her skirt in hand.

"Uncle, you are finally back."

Just when Caiyan was about to throw herself into her arms, Su Peng turned sideways and glanced at the front door of the mansion.

Yi Zheng said honestly: "Yan'er, you are so blatant, if the young lady sees it... she will suffer."

She originally thought that her uncle would enthusiastically embrace her, but she was disappointed. Caiyan felt a little sour in her heart.

Before the novelty wears off, my uncle already dislikes him. How will he live in the future?

"Uncle, I heard about barbecue..."

"That's enough. Don't listen to the wind. It's rain. The government has announced that the man died of an emergency and had nothing to do with the barbecue."

Caiyan was interrupted by Su Peng before she could finish her words.

"I, slave, slave, was worried that my uncle would waste his energy. I heard the rumors, so I hurriedly waited here."

Caiyan was extremely aggrieved. She glanced at Su Peng resentfully with her watery eyes and quickly lowered her eyes, a line of tears falling down her cheeks.

Caiyan pressed her red lips tightly and let the tears fall down.

The delicate and soft appearance of the pear blossoms in the rain made Su Peng feel weak in his heart.

"Yan'er, I know you are good for me. Please wipe your tears quickly and don't let the young lady see you."

Su Peng took a step forward, lowered his head and whispered in Caiyan's ear, "Yan'er, be good, I miss you so much. Let's go in and have lunch. I'll see you in the snow pavilion later."

After saying that, he strode towards home as if nothing was wrong.

Caiyan burst into laughter and quickly raised her sleeves to press her cheeks.

My uncle has not forgotten her in his heart, and there is hope for this day.

When Caiyan saw her uncle's back walking through the door, she hurriedly ran back, entered the door and went straight to the kitchen.

The meals in the Su family are simple, sometimes one meat and one vegetarian dish, sometimes just one vegetable dish.

Today I just have roasted tofu.

Qin's personal maid had prepared meals, and Caiyan divided the meals between the two of them and sent them to the courtyard where Jiang Jiaojiao lived.

Su Peng took the food and handed it to Jiang Jiaojiao, saying in a gentle voice, "Madam, hurry up and eat. It's cold even if it's not snowing. Madam, go to bed early and take a nap."

Then she turned to Caiyan and said coldly: "Why are you still standing there? Mom asked you to help with the work. I don't need you to serve me here today, so go ahead and do whatever you have to do!"

"Hey! Please take it easy, young lady. I will come back later to clean up the dishes."

My uncle's tone was not gentle, but Caiyan felt happy in her heart.

"No need to clean up, just clean up together with dinner." Su Peng waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes, I obey." Caiyan bowed and left.

A smile flashed across Jiang Jiaojiao's eyes. It didn't matter if they had sex, they were just a toy in the eyes of her husband.

Su Peng picked up the bowl, put some tofu on the rice, and took big gulps into his mouth.

Seeing how deliciously he ate, Jiang Jiaojiao couldn't help but swallow.

Jiang Jiaojiao glanced at the food and said, "It's tofu again, I'm almost turning into tofu."

Su Peng swallowed the food in his mouth and said with a smile: "My wife said she was tired of eating radish and cabbage. No, my husband specially told my mother to change the dish."

"Have you heard of the legend of Tofu Xishi?" Su Peng picked up a chopstick of tofu and put it into Jiang Jiaojiao's bowl.

"What kind of tofu Xishi?"

"Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy. Her skin was as white as gelatin. Anyone who saw her couldn't look away. Later, someone asked her how she was so white and tender. Guess what?"

Jiang Jiaojiao glanced at Su Peng as if he were a fool, "What else can I do? I sell tofu at home."

"My wife is so smart."

With the conditions of the Su family, how could they eat meat every day? Jiang Jiaojiao sighed, picked up the bowl and ate in small bites.

Before she could take a few bites, Su Peng finished the bowl of rice.

"My wife, eat slowly. The dyeing shop has taken on another big business today. My husband will leave early and come back early."

Before Jiang Jiaojiao could recover, Su Peng ran out of the room like a gust of wind.