After the first assistant's wife is reborn

Chapter 67 Fuxi Temple

Fuxi Temple is also called Renzu Temple or Father and Mother Temple.

The incense in the temple is still at its peak, the pilgrims are like clouds, the majestic ancient temple is set off by the thousand-year-old giant cypress, the morning bell and evening drum sing in harmony with the gurgling spring, and the curling cigarettes are coiled with the long mountain mist...

Those stone carvings and jade masonry, gold casting and wood carvings, and cornices and bucket arches fully demonstrate the splendor of ancient civilizations.

Almost all the merchants who pass by here from other places come to pay homage to their ancestors Fuxi and Empress Nuwa...

In the eyes of the world, the ancestors Fuxi and Nuwa Empress were responsive to their requests.

There is a tall and strong tree in the wide courtyard, its branches and leaves are like a cover, and the leaves are full of vitality in summer.

The tree is covered with red silk, and there are countless wooden signs hanging from the red silk, which seem to be the wishes made by tourists in front of the Buddha.

so good.

Xia Sichan held sandalwood and placed it in the huge incense burner in front of her, and then she knelt devoutly in front of the statues of Fuxi and Nuwa Empress to worship and pray. Her wish was that her parents and brothers would be safe and successful in this life.

Wei Ziqian's focus is on the stone steles left by the literati of the past dynasties, those huge forests of steles.

However, Wei Ziqian was still in awe of the ancestors of mankind. Like all the people who came to Fuxi Temple to worship, he knelt there and kowtowed three times reverently.

Coming down from Fuyi Temple, Kang Cheng led the carriage over, and Wei Ziqian carefully helped Xia Sichan into the carriage.

The night is thick, and the silent mountain road seems to be covered with a tulle, hazy, like a dream.

The summer night is a bit stuffy, with cicadas singing and birds singing.

Xia Sichan was tired all day, she was very weak, and she had already fainted.

However, my heart is still satisfied and happy like never before.

When she was 17 years old, she went out for the first time, took a painting boat for the first time, (although it was not a good experience) the first time she took such a big boat and traveled for the first time, and it was actually described in the book. Maijishan Grottoes, the temple of worshiping the ancestors Fuxi and Nuwa...

Many women spend their entire lives trapped in the back of the house. At most festivals, they can go to the market, temples or the grasslands in the suburbs, and there is nowhere to go.

Little do they know that the mountains and rivers in the world are magnificent, the scenery is complicated, the cities and counties are the sea of ​​stars, and the folk customs are different.The vast world outside is fascinating.

All of these are blessings that are difficult for women in this dynasty to experience, and all of these are bestowed by the person around them.

It is worth it to live a new life and experience these things.

I think she has been married to him for both her life, which means that the two are destined.Otherwise, she should have been reborn before they met.

Therefore, God promised her to be his wife again, she should let go of the hatred in her previous life and live a good life with him in this life.

Besides, this person's attitude towards her was so different from that of his previous life, she was flattered!
Thinking of this, I was sleepy at first, but now I no longer feel sleepy.

Two lamps were hung outside the carriage, and one was hung inside the carriage. As the carriage rumbled forward, Xia Sichan turned on the lights and was waiting to lift the curtain to see the dark night scene outside the window. Wei Ziqian beside him was like sapphire. A voice rang out from outside his ear: "Are you sleepy? Go to sleep for a while, and I will wake you up for my husband." After speaking, without waiting for Xia Sichan's answer, he stretched out his arms and gently picked her up, hugging her in his arms.

In an instant, the body was enveloped by a good-smelling green pine breath. This feeling is not too good.

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The boat sailed on the river for four or five days. At the beginning, Xia Sichan was still full of interest.

Ever since I never get seasick, I love to stand on the bow of the boat to welcome the radiant morning glow whenever I wake up in the morning.

Gradually, she felt that the scenery on both sides of the strait that amazed her was also boring...
So, I came to Wei Ziqian's desk, and when he finished reading the official documents and writing the letters, I borrowed his pen and ink to draw and practice calligraphy.

Although this dynasty also advocated that women who have no talent are virtues.

However, you will be laughed at if you are illiterate.

The most important thing is that when you become the head of the house, what kind of support will you host if you can't read?
If you are illiterate and participate in this or that banquet in the circle, then you will be singing and dancing, and competing for talent, oh ho!What do you compare yourself to?How about making a fool of yourself and being laughed at by others?
You are like Yan Man, the young lady of Prime Minister Yan's family, who can write beautiful lower script with hairpin flowers, and the poems are not to mention.

Naturally, she is admired by others, isn't she called the number one talented woman in Daliang?
There is also Yang Jingyu, daughter of Minister of Rites Yang Yujun and granddaughter of Lord Cui, Yang Jingyu who is also praised as a talented woman who is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!

Seeing that his little wife wanted to use his desk, Wei Ziqian readily stepped aside.

Wei Ziqian had seen her handwriting, and he lived in Huiyuan for the first three days after they got married.

There were many works of little girls on the desk by the window, he couldn't ignore it.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the little wife wrote in willow script.

Xia Sichan's hairpin font is very famous, and it is also talked about by the ladies of the aristocratic family.

But no one knows that she is good at willow script, and it's not because she deliberately hides it, but because her mother has explained to her that men don't like women who are better than themselves, and willow script is not easy to learn, and it's too masculine.

After Xia Sichan married Wei Ziqian in her previous life, she seemed to have lost her qualifications for happiness. Everyone despised her, teased her and even hated her. She was humble and hopeless, fearful and lost.

The previous life was too exhausting, and my heart was full of scars.

How many long lonely nights, how many rainy days.

I can only stay in the room with low self-esteem, practicing calligraphy and painting to pass this difficult day.

Therefore, in this life, her handwriting is even more smooth and flowing, full of pen and ink.

Wei Ziqian planned to have her calligraphy framed when he returned to the capital, and put it on the desk in his study as a vertical screen.

Looking up, Wei Ziqian noticed that Xia Sichan was carefully looking for a suitable pen on the pen holder, and asked in a gentle voice, "What are you doing?" Under those deep eyes.

Xia Sichan blinked at him, her dark eyes were sparkling, as pure as jewels, "Husband, I also want to write."

Therefore, he put down the book in his hand, stood beside her and said, "How about teaching you how to paint for my husband? I will practice the words later."

What I said happened to be Xia Sichan's advantage. She pouted proudly like a little girl, "Although I can write well, I'm still good at drawing."

Wei Ziqian looked at her tsundere appearance, and was very appreciative. He raised his eyebrows and said in a compliment, "Really? She's so powerful, then draw a picture for me to see."

After finishing speaking, Wei Ziqian personally picked out a pen and handed it to her: "Then take this little Huzhou wolf pen."

Xia Sichan took two Hetian jade paperweights and spread out the rice paper, then she opened the window and stared at the distant scenery and the nearby rolling waves.

　Xia Sichan: I am able to travel, and I am grateful to Wei Ziqian for coming to worship Fuxi Temple. Without him, would I be like most wives in the back house, confined to the four corners of the back house every day and not allowed to go out?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)