Enter the Room

Qian asked Song Jiyun, "Should we really let Mr. Yuan go too?"

Originally, she also changed her name to Yuan Yunzhong as "Master Yuan", but when Yuan Yunzhong came for dinner last time, he asked her to change it back in a few words.

Song Jiyun smiled and said: "Let him go! Maybe he is very curious about these things!"

Just to finish what she had promised at once, and no longer owe each other anything.

Qian stopped worrying and called Aunt Zheng and several personal attendants to discuss what everyone should wear on the day of the meeting.

It can't be too plain to show that it doesn't respect the Xiong family; it can't be too flashy to show that it doesn't respect the deceased father.

Several people were chattering in the house, shoving the clothes and jewelry in the boxes and cages around. It took them two or three days to finally settle down.

On the day of departure, Yuan Yunzhong met Song Jiyun in the sedan hall and was shocked: "You, what's wrong?"

Song Jiuyun was naked from head to toe, only a few silver hairpins were inserted between the black hair, which was the same as Qian's dress.

She spread her hands and said: "Today's protagonist is my second sister, and we are all supporting each other. Naturally, the more sedate the better."

Only then did Yuan Yunzhong realize that among the female members of the Song family, only Song Jiyu wore a light piece of jade peach blossom to distract her, adding a bit of tranquility to her already gentle face. But even so, when he looked over, he would still see Song Jiyun immediately.

Song Jiyun looked at Yuan Yunzhong with a smile and said: "Today we are the foils, so we have to be green leaves."

Yuan Yunzhong obviously knew it too. He wore a very ordinary bamboo-green fine sermon robe, a Xiangfei bamboo hairpin, and dark green fat-toed shoes embroidered with cloud patterns. It's a pity that he is so handsome, even if he deliberately keeps a low profile, he is still dazzling.

She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "You should go to the abbot's tearoom with me to drink tea later! The master abbot of Wuming Temple is a master of Go. You two should be able to play against each other. Let's talk a few games."

Yuan Yunzhong didn't care, and instead accompanied the female relatives of the Song family out.

But he didn't expect to meet Mr. and Mrs. Song Shiyi as soon as he went out.

Didn't you say he wouldn't go?

He glanced at Song Jiyun.

Fortunately, Song Jiyun remembered what he had said, and hurriedly explained in a low voice: "Later he changed his mind. He did not represent the Song family. He did not participate in such a big event, in case the Xiong family thought that the Song family was neglecting our sisters. It’s not good.”

"He still understands!" Yuan Yunzhong sneered, looking very dissatisfied with him.

Song Jiuyun was ashamed.

It seems that she has to clear Mr. Song Shiyi's name with Yuan Yunzhong!

She calmly got into the carriage and went to the Wuming Temple.

There are a few people in Wuming Temple today.

Although there are people offering incense, they are scattered here and there, and it really doesn’t look like a famous temple.

Song Jiyun asked curiously: "Is there any activity in Liang County?"

Only in this way can people be attracted to it.

But their family was one of the few in Liang County, so she didn't know what activities they were doing.

Yuan Yunzhong said, "Wouldn't it be better to have fewer people? It just so happens that everyone can be quieter."

Song Jiyun didn't think much about it. When she saw the abbot welcoming him out in person and looking kind and cheerful, she guessed that there was nothing wrong with the incense in Wuming Temple. There were so few people today, so it was probably accidental or a coincidence.

The two parties met and the abbot accompanied them to burn incense. Qian donated money for the sesame oil on behalf of the Song family.

It stands to reason that as many families come, you should give away a few copies. Yuan Yunzhong should also donate a sum of money for incense oil, but Yuan Yunzhong was indifferent and followed Qian's retreat, allowing Mr. Song Shiyi's family to come forward and donate money for incense oil.

Song Jiyun wanted to make up for Yuan Yunzhong.

However, the abbot was a little excited and invited Qian to travel to the Sutra Pavilion: "Please ask the donor of a few days to donate a page of the "Infinite Life Sutra" copied by Master Fazhao for you. I have ordered people to put it in camphor wood. Ask the female donor to take a look."

"Wha, what?" Qian was shocked and looked towards Yuan Yunzhong.

Liang County is relatively close to Jiujiang. Influenced by the Donglin Temple, the ancestral hall of the Pure Land Sect located in Lushan Mountain, almost all temples believe in the Pure Land Sect. Master Fa Zhao is the fourth generation founder of the Pure Land Sect. One can imagine how precious his manuscripts are.

Yuan Yunzhong nodded to her with a smile and said warmly: "My wife has always taken care of me. On behalf of my wife, I honor the Buddha. I also pray that my sisters will be safe and go well, and everything goes well."

I don’t know how appropriate it is for this occasion - except that the gift is too expensive, there is nothing wrong with it.

Qian still didn't know what to say for a while.

Yuan Yunzhong smiled and said: "I am not ready to return the carriage to you."

Qian was immediately relieved.

yes! She's just kind of bad-hearted.

My husband used to talk about her a lot when he was still alive.

When she didn't know who Yuan Yunzhong was, she treated him sincerely.

He is also obviously a sincere person.

"Okay!" Mrs. Qian said with a smile, "I accept your gift. I hope that all my sisters will be safe and go well with your good wishes, and that everything will go well, and that all of them will be able to marry the right man."

When she said this, she looked at Song Jiyun specifically.

Because once their fake marriage contract is announced, Song Jiyun will be the most difficult person among the sisters to find a husband.

If Yuan Yunzhong could promise, even if he could say a few nice words to Song Jiyun when he left, Song Jiyun's life would be much easier.

When Yuan Yunzhong heard this, his expression slightly condensed, and he said seriously: "My wife's caring heart will always be remembered by me. The Buddha is here to bear witness for me."

Song Jiyun heard that this was not quite right.

But Qian was moved to tears, said "Okay" repeatedly, and happily followed the abbot to the library.

Song Jiyun deliberately fell a few steps behind and asked Yuan Yunzhong in a low voice: "What you just said was too ambiguous. Is it necessary to say that the Buddha is above? Be careful that a passing Bodhisattva hears it."

Yuan Yunzhong looked slightly cold and said, "Am I wrong? My wife is indeed one of the few soft-hearted and kind-hearted people I have ever seen."

He also said: "Don't think I don't know, just tell your wife that I am a famous actress!"

Song Jiyun closed his mouth.

When they came out of the Sutra Pavilion, they "happened" to meet Mr. Yan and his wife who were accompanying Mr. Xiong and his family to the Wuming Temple.

Apparently, some members of Mr. Xiong's family have also put a lot of effort into their clothing, striving to be luxurious and low-key. The one who dresses the most attention-grabbingly is Xiong Wenqing, the eldest son of the Xiong family. The fifteen or six-year-old boy has both the open-mindedness of his father's gestures and the handsomeness and elegance of his mother's eyes. Wearing a straight suit of aqua blue plain brocade, he is as handsome and tall as a green bamboo. He is actually a rare beauty. man.

Song Jiyun felt that in terms of appearance, he matched Song Jiyu very well.

She looked at Song Jiyu.

Song Jiyu was so embarrassed that he couldn't even lift his head.

Song Jiyun whispered to his sister: "This is your own marriage. You have to live with this person for the rest of your life. It's not okay if you can't get through it at first sight."

Everyone likes different types. What she thinks is good may not be what Song Jiyu thinks is good.

Song Jiyu's voice was as thin as a gnat, and his face was as red as dripping blood: "I, I listen to my mother and sister."

This should be fancy.

Song Jiyun smiled slightly, and after everyone had said hello, Mr. Yan invited everyone to sit in the pavilion on the mountain behind Wuming Temple, saying that the scenery there was the best, and you could see the entire Wuming Temple.

Of course everyone should be happy.

Song Jiyun intended to have a few words with Xiong Wenqing to see how adaptable the child was and what kind of character he was. Who knew that as soon as she took a few steps towards Xiong Wenqing, Yuan Yunzhong grabbed her arm and said, "No. Did you say you went to the abbot’s teahouse to play chess?”

Finally caught up ^O^