The Way of Favors

Before dawn, Fu Rong was taken out of the tent by Qiao.

Fu Rong looked at the dim sky outside. He closed his eyes reluctantly and complained: "Mother let me sleep a little longer, I am not too hot."

Joe pressed her on a chair, took the towel in Lanxiang’s hand and wiped her face, as if he was treating an official brother who didn’t like to wash his face, “You said you were going to Yongtai Temple to get incense, so far away, Let’s not leave early, what will it be like in the midday car? Now that you say it nicely, it’s really hot, you must be the first to complain."

Fu Rong frowned and let his mother rub, rubbing and rubbing sober, grabbing the towel and coming by himself, secretly spreading the grievances on Xu Jin, sending a parrot to such a big circle, and I blame myself for that. A parrot is extremely curious, otherwise, just don’t do it?

But Fu Rong was particularly looking forward to it. Listening to Xu Jin's description, that parrot must be very beautiful.

After a simple breakfast, the mother and daughter got into the carriage, and Fu Chen rode horses as usual.

When arriving at the city gate, Fu Rong slightly raised the curtains. Not long after the city gate was opened, the rough-clothed people lined up to enter the city. Some were pushing vegetables, whether they were going to be sold in the morning market or sent to large families, and some were pushing things to make buns and burritos. Go and sell early.

Fu Rong covered his mouth with his veil and yawned.

Qiao put down the curtains and whispered to her daughter: "See? Compared with them, we can sit in the carriage and go to the incense leisurely. Life is like heaven and earth, so we should cherish our good fortune and don't complain about the slightest bitterness. ."

Fu Rong leaned on his mother's shoulder and said sleepily, "What my mother said is that my daughter has remembered it. Mother will lean on me for a while, and I will make up for it."

Qiao touched his daughter's head, looked at Fu Xuan who was energetic next to him, and shook his head helplessly.

When we arrived at Yongtai Temple, the morning light came from the east side. The 108-story stone steps in front of Yongtai Temple, only the top ones were shrouded in morning light. It was so bright that it seemed to be illuminated by the light of Buddha, making this quiet ancient temple even more mysterious. rhyme.

"Didn't your brother invite the sedan chair?" Fu Rong looked around and asked his brother in doubt.

Fu Chen looked at her disgustingly: "Anyone who comes to Yongtai Temple to worship Buddha and incense must go up through this stone step. My sister wants to be lazy at this time. Be careful if the Buddha does not listen to you, I will give Ruyi Langjun to the next lady."

"I'm not here to ask for marriage!" Fu Rong glared at him, looking sadly towards the end of the stone steps.

Qiao smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Let's go, sincerity is the spirit. If you delay, the sun will only grow stronger."

Fu Rong had to obey his fate and deliberately walked next to Fu Chen.

When he climbed more than fifty floors, Fu Rong panted, and he held Fu Chen's arm to stop: "Mother, let's rest for a while, I really can't walk anymore."

Qiao's legs are also sore, but she insisted: "No, you can't stop walking this way, you can't stop it, you don't even shout tired from Xuanxuan."

Fu Xuan panted and shared his experience: "Sister counts from the beginning every tenth floor, it will be easier."

Fu Rong looked at his younger sister. The three of them were wearing drapery hats, but the veil was light and the mountain breeze blew by. The little sister's red face was obvious.

She can't lose to her younger sister who is four years younger, right?

Energetic, Fu Rong let go of his brother and climbed up in a hurry. Qiao was worried that her daughter had fallen and called her to slow down. Fu Rong wouldn't listen, and there was an elder brother next to him. He was unwilling to admit defeat, and climbed to more than 80 consecutively.

"I can't do it, I really can't walk anymore!" Fu Rong's legs trembled and he was short of breath. He only felt that the drapery was blocking her inhalation, so he took off the drapery and stuffed it into Fu Chen's arms and turned to sit. On the stone steps, I only looked up after breathing, "Mother, next time I..."

She wanted to say that she would never come again, but when she saw a pair of masters and servants who were almost only five or six steps behind her mother and sister on the stone steps, she couldn't speak in shock.

When did he come here?

After rebirth, Fu Rong dreamed about thousands of first encounters with King An in this life. She must be the most beautiful in each of them, so you must make a man fall in love at first sight. But now, because there was only their family when I came here, and because she felt that there were no outsiders behind her, she was sitting on the floor with no demeanor, her face must be the most ugly red, and even her hair was messed up...

Fu Rongyu stood up, grabbed the veil and put it on his head, ran up at an unprecedented speed, and reached the end of the stone steps in a blink of an eye. There were old and luxuriant trees on both sides of the temple gate, and Fu Rong hid behind a tree with his chest. No need to climb anymore, all his strength was exhausted, Fu Rong leaned back against the tree trunk, biting his lips in annoyance, and no longer had the courage to peek An Wang.

She seemed to be running away, no one had expected.

Fu Chen looked at the place where his sister was hiding, and then at the dazed mother Yaomei below. He sighed helplessly, and said, "My sister-in-law is so stubborn, that the son-in-law laughed."

Xu Ping recovered his calm when he spoke, and smiled when he heard the words: "The words are serious. I have a niece who is as rash as Lingmei."

He was the seventh son of the first emperor, and the other brothers worked hard to get the final result, that is, when Emperor Jiahe became the throne, he was just full moon, younger than the two sons of Jiahe and Emperor. The eldest brother of Emperor Jiahe is like his father, and he named him "Ping" with the word "Buyang", which means that he hopes that the younger brothers will be like jade, gentle and modest, not shining or raising.

Xu Ping is like his brother looking forward to growing up in that year. He uses piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy as his friends every day, does not ask civil affairs or government affairs, does not even go to the early dynasty, and does not walk with any officials in the capital after the government is opened. He will visit as a relative and truly become a prince of leisure.

Everything is not popular, only the appearance is extraordinary. When you don't laugh, it's like a breeze and bright moon. It's warmer than Xu Jin and doesn't make people afraid, but when you laugh, it's less friendly than Xu Yan. The faint royal majesty makes people not dare to approach easily. In Fu Rong's view, Xu Ping's feeling is somewhere between warm and cold, which is a tempting cold. In the last life, Xu Yan was gentle and she held it firmly in her hands. Xu Jin was cold and she didn’t have the heart to be close at all. Only Xu Ping was just right, graceful and noble, not so easy to subdue, but also hopeful and unspeakable. .

Seeing Xu Ping and his seemingly ordinary guard entered the monastery gate, before Qiao's call, Fu Rong threw himself into his mother's arms in embarrassment: "Mother, was it ugly like I was just now?"

Ugly?

Qiao thought for a while. The daughter at that time was blushing and panting. Not only was it not ugly, but a kind of evil fire was seen in people's hearts. Of course she didn't catch a fire, but she was feeling how her daughter was so enchanting at a young age, and it fell in the eyes of men, and it must be a gentleman who would have evil thoughts.

"It's a bit ugly," Qiao deliberately knocked on his daughter, and taught by the way: "You can't do it like this when you go out."

Hearing his mother's affirmation, Fu Rong had the heart to cry, and couldn't help but argue for himself: "I don't know someone is behind!"

The daughter seemed to really be crying, and Qiao immediately reassured him: "Yes, yes, they walk silently, most of them have a bad heart!"

Fu Chen couldn't stand it anymore, so he took a look at the temple and whispered: "People's manners are either rich or noble at first glance. Mother, don't talk about it. We have nothing to do with him if we are ugly or not. Fragrant, there should be more people in a while." He pointed to the bottom of the stone steps.

There are indeed a few more figures, males and females, separated from each other at close or far distances.

The mothers quickly went inside.

Fu Rong quietly looked around for a week, and found no figure of Xu Ping's master and servant, nor in the Xiangtang.

Regret and disappointed, when kneeling on the futon and praying, he looked at the seven-foot-tall golden Buddha statue in front of him. Fu Rong meditated in his heart: Believe in his daughter Fu Rong. May the Buddha bless his family and everything goes smoothly, and bless His Royal Highness An not seeing the letter. Female embarrassed.

After praying, Fu Rong felt much better, and obediently followed his mother to the guest room. On the second day after agreeing with Xu Jin, Fu Rong begged his mother to take her to Yongtai Temple. Because of the name of Jingyang Houfu, they could set up a separate courtyard to rest early.

I didn't even think about entering the gate, but I heard someone yell: "Get up, get up!"

The voice was tactful but rough, clearly a man.

Fu Chen was furious, and quickly stood in front of his mother and sister, and sternly asked the little Zhike monk who led the way: "What's the matter?"

The monk Zhike was startled, and the voice came over again, but this time he shouted "eat and eat", the monk Zhike suddenly laughed, glanced at a laurel tree in the courtyard, and folded his hands together: "Back Several donors, there were guests staying here at the beginning of the month. Due to the long travel and inconvenience to carry, they left two parrots here to be looked after by the temple. Just now one of them was talking. If the donors are too noisy, I will first Put them in the other courtyard."

"No, just put it here. I like parrots." Fu Rong had a faint guess, holding back his excitement and leading his sister to the laurel tree. After turning for a half circle, he saw two bird cages hanging side by side on the branches. The birdcage on the left is bamboo yellow. The parrot inside is white and pure, with a pinch of yellow feathers on the top of the head, and orange-red hairs on both sides of the eyes, which is very cute.

This is not the one talking.

In the ivory birdcage next to it, there is a palm-sized parrot whose feathers are as bright as emeralds on the head and neck, but blushing like a little girl. The small ball makes Fu Rong's heart turn his heart. Now, I can't help taking down the veil and looking up.

The little parrot also looked down at her, and turned around twice in the cage as he approached Fu Rong, and suddenly flapped its wings and shouted, "Good-looking, good-looking!"

Fu Chen's brows jumped, is this parrot perfect? Is it a male?

Fu Rong was overjoyed, knowing that this was Xu Jin's gift, and asked the Zhike Monk: "I like this parrot. Can you sell it to me?"

The guest monk shook his head and said when Fu Rong's smile froze: "The owner of the parrot is a six-year-old little benefactor, and the little benefactor travels with his father. The return date is uncertain. Before leaving, it is clear that if anyone really likes this parrot, just Please my temple to send them off, and only hope that those who are destined can treat them kindly."

Fu Rong hurriedly promised: "I have a sister to raise a parrot, I know how to raise it, and I will take good care of it."

The Zhike Monk looked at the two bird cages and asked, "Does the female donor want to take both of them home?"

Fu Rong was stunned for a moment, and looked up. Although the white cockatiel was pretty, she only planned to raise one.

"Does my younger sister like it? Let's have one?" Thinking of her younger sister, Fu Rong suddenly became a little worried. What if she also likes green parrots?

Fu Xuan didn't want: "It's too noisy." She likes to read and write, and doesn't want to raise such a noisy pet.

Fu Rong breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his mother. He didn't care about raising them. He said: "I want to take both of them." Take them home together. Fu Bao liked it and gave him away to Fu Bao. When he saw Shen Qing, Fu Mi and others, he only said it was Fu Baofei. They can't say anything to **** it.

The matter of raising parrots was thus settled.

After the knowledgeable monk left, Fu Rong excitedly carried the two bird cages into the hall and put them on the table. She stared at the green parrot with her cheeks in her hands, how she liked it: "Sister, what name should I give it? ?"

Fu Xuan didn't want to raise him, but he still liked it, so he sat next to his sister and watched it together. "It is rumored that Queen Mother of the West has a divine bird, and those with more red colors are named phoenix, and those with more blue colors are Luan..."

"Qingluan?" Fu Rong murmured softly, calling out a few times, always feeling like a maid's name, "Let's change it."

Fu Xuan knew that her sister's preferences were much worse than her, so she stopped trying and waited for her to start.

Fu Rong stared at the little parrot, and compared with the cockatiel next to him who was going to give Fu Bao, this one was too small, and he shrank into a ball when he rested...

"Tuan Tuan?" Fu Rong's inspiration suddenly struck him, ignoring the collapsed corners of his sister next to him, and yelling at the birdcage with pride.

Tuantuan tilted his head to look at her, bowed his head and pecked at her.

The author has something to say: before, it was called Qingluan, it really resembles a person's name, so let's change to a cute one~

Qiao's: I'm the only one thinking about which of the two candidate sons-in-law is better?