Chapter 82: Invaluable

Jiang Shuyue nodded, "Don't lie in front of a real person. Master, you have a sharp eye. I come from the same place as Master Jingkong. I hope you can keep it a secret for me. I don't want a third person to know this."

Master Jingkong entered the Buddhist monastery and endured until his death. She couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be dragged out and burned as a monster, or that she wouldn't burn out the relics.

"That's natural. I will keep my mouth shut."

Master Huiyuan folded his hands, "Amitabha, a great disaster is coming. The donor has come from afar to save the people from the water and fire. I am grateful to the donor on behalf of the people. Please go back and develop an antidote as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your trust, Master. I will start preparing after I go back."

There are many kinds of epidemics. Jiang Shuyue remembered that there might be a flood after a drought, and she had an idea in her mind.

She continued to look through the manual left by Master Jingkong, which contained his autobiography.

He had a compassionate heart, and his extraordinary adventures made him decide to become a monk despite his family's opposition.

There are still several prescriptions recorded in it, all of which are combinations for treating common typhoid fever and burns.

After reading it, Jiang Shuyue returned the manual to Master Huiyuan with both hands, and then held the Compendium of Materia Medica and bowed respectfully to Master Jingkong's relics.

Back to the Zen room, Jiang Shuyue drew a lot.

Without a doubt, it was a very good lot.

Qiuju saw Master Huiyuan handing over the bamboo sticks, and she asked: "Master, you haven't interpreted the lot yet. Does the very good lot mean that my daughter has good fortune or good marriage?"

Master Huiyuan glanced at Jiang Shuyue, lowered his eyelids and nodded slightly, "Donor, it's better not to interpret the lot. In short, it's invaluable."

...

At this time, in Qingyunzhai, the scholars rushed to a painting.

A scholar recited passionately, "The flower blooms not among the hundreds of flowers, but stands alone by the sparse fence, which is endlessly interesting. I would rather die with fragrance on the branch, than be blown away by the north wind."

"Wonderful! Wonderful, what a good poem about cold chrysanthemum."

Nangong Zeyue and Suisui sat in a corner of the study. Seeing the scholars looking at the poems on the wall, it was as if they had seen a confidant.

Some scholars were moved to tears as if their heart knots were revealed.

"Mr. Mingyue's poem about cold chrysanthemum expresses the bitterness in our hearts. We study hard in the cold window just to serve the court. No one recommends us to enter the officialdom, so we can only die with regrets!"

Suisui pulled Nangong Zeyue's sleeve and whispered, "Uncle Nangong, the poems written by mother are really amazing, making such a big person cry.

Nangong Zeyue didn't know that Jiang Shuyue's poem used "Cold Chrysanthemum/Painting Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao, a poet of the Song Dynasty.

He bowed his head and said, "Your mother is amazing, and Uncle Nangong admires her very much. "

Nangong Zeyue had never thought of pursuing a career in politics. The little knowledge he had was not as much as Su Jin's.

In the crowd, Zhen Jingxiu stared at the poem on the wall silently. Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes.

What familiar words.

The scholars were so excited that no one noticed that Zhen Jingxiu quietly left the study and walked across the street.

"Don't crowd around. Copy it down quickly." The words awakened the dreamer, and the scholars turned to look for the four treasures of the study on the desk.

Suddenly, the huge room was filled with the fragrance of ink.

"Sir, do you need anything? There are books in the next room, you can read them at will."

The servant saw that everyone was busy writing, and Nangong Zeyue was sitting there stupidly with a child. Seeing that he was a stranger, the servant came up to remind him that he could read books for free here.

"Thank you, I'll take the child over to have a look." Nangong Zeyue smiled and bowed.

"Uncle Nangong, I want to read the policy paper, there should be some here, right? "Sui Sui raised his head, his eyes curved.

Nangong Zeyue saw the shock on the servant's face, he coughed and said: "Don't read that stuff, it's very boring, uncle will take you to read travel notes and Liaozhai. "

"Then how about reading "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"? "

The servant had never seen a child who was enlightened so early, he couldn't help but ask, "The book that the young master said, we don't have it in Qingyunzhai, may I ask where the young master has seen it, can you recommend one or two, we will buy it tomorrow and put it on the bookshelf for the convenience of scholars to read. "

Although Nangong Zeyue is not a big fan of Zhihu, he also knows the names of some of the most read books.

He asked in confusion: "Where have you seen this book, is it about the stories of the neighboring countries around Dongling Kingdom?"

Sui Sui pursed his lips, raised his head and glanced at the servant, "The bedtime story my aunt told me was very interesting. "

Nangong Zeyue: "..."

Before Sui Sui went to bed, he wanted to give Sui Sui a foot massage, but he didn't know if Miss Jiang would agree.

Across the street, Zhen Jingxiu stood for a moment, then turned around and walked back.

In the study.

An old man with gray hair and beard stood in front of the wall, with his hands behind his back.

The old man was over fifty years old, neither fat nor thin, with a fair face. He must have been a handsome young man when he was young.

The breeze blew up a strand of silver hair, and the sun shone in from the window lattice. His tall figure was reflected on the ground, looking a little lonely.

"This woman is very talented. A couplet expresses the bitterness and tenacity. I admire her."

"Grandfather."

A clear voice sounded outside the door.

"Xiu'er, come in quickly. Grandfather seems to understand the meaning of the couplet. "Zhen Daxueshi turned around and waved to Zhen Jingxiu.

This eldest grandson of the first house was studious and steady, and was highly valued by Zhen Daxueshi.

Zhen Jingxiu walked in slowly and nodded, "My grandson saw it at first sight. That girl is not an ordinary person."

"Grandfather, one of her poems appeared in the study today."

"Write it quickly and let's see!"

Zhen Daxueshi walked to the desk impatiently and started to grind the ink himself.

Zhen Jingxiu quickly memorized the poem.

Zhen Daxueshi stroked his beard after reading it and praised: "A girl in the boudoir has such great ambitions, she is really talented."

"Xiu'er, if such a talented girl marries to another family, wouldn't it be a pearl in the dust? Grandfather will ask the housekeeper to prepare a gift tomorrow."

Zhen Jingxiu knew what his grandfather meant. His grandfather was going to prepare for him to come to the door to propose marriage.

Zhen Jingxiu's ears turned red, and he said shyly: "Grandfather, are we too abrupt?"

Zhen Jingxiu waved his wide sleeves, "Grandson, don't worry, Grandfather knows how to behave. I'll ask the housekeeper to send a moderate gift to congratulate the new neighbor on his new house, so as to get closer and not be abrupt."

"Grandfather, please be busy first, I'll go see if grandma is feeling better." Zhen Jingxiu blushed, and when he turned around, he almost had a close contact with the door frame.

Zhen Daxueshi looked at his grandson who was running away in a panic, and smiled and shouted to his grandson's back: "Slow down, your grandma's dizziness is an old problem, she will be fine after lying down for a few days."

...

At the foot of the mountain of Qinglian Temple.

Jiang Shuyue carefully put the Compendium of Materia Medica into the secret compartment of the carriage wall.

Qiu Ju joked, "Miss, you are always so popular. Master Huiyuan almost gave you a cassock."

Jiang Shuyue: "..." Fortunately, this girl's mouth was not blessed, otherwise, her dream of hugging a gentle and jade-like, unparalleled young man would be shattered.

"But the book is so strange. Those words seem familiar to me but I can't recognize them clearly. I always feel that something is missing?"

Qiu Ju thought for a while and said, "I remember it now. It looks like a cripple with missing arms and legs. Do you know him, Miss?"

"I guess."

As the master and servant were talking, the carriage stopped after a jolt.

Then Gao Mu shouted, "Who is it?"