Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 250 The lotus leaves are like clouds and the fragrance continues, the boat sways into Xiling

After Master Chen II finished speaking, a trace of uneasiness and hesitation flashed across his face.

Wang Heng said, "Brother Chen, you might as well go to Chunshui Garden right after you get down the mountain to see if the jade mountain is still in the study. If it is, check if there is any mechanism at the bottom of the stone. Maybe it's just our wild guess, so we can feel at ease if we take a look."

Mr. Chen II looked hesitant and didn't know what to say.

Wang Heng observed his expression and said, "Brother Chen, if you have gained something, please do not hide it, otherwise, the truth will never come to light."

Xiaocai also said, "My seventh brother is currently a student at the Southern Prison. He will definitely become an official in the future. My seventh brother and I have solved several murders in our hometown and have never leaked the secrets of our master's family. Mr. Chen can rest assured."

After all, Mr. Chen was young and enthusiastic, so he said proudly, "Of course, I will tell you the results after I inspect the Jade Mountain. I will ask Ah Sheng to come tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

After saying this, he turned around and gestured to the servant behind him, then stepped out of the teahouse. The servant Ah Sheng respectfully packed up Guangheng's belongings and put them back on the bag.

"Let's see Brother Chen off." Wang Heng followed closely behind. The three of them walked at a leisurely pace, chatting occasionally as they walked out of the mountain gate. The Second Young Master Chen said goodbye. Outside the Buddhist wall, ancient trees cast shade and the cicadas chirped loudly.

Wang Cai said sadly, "Seventh Brother, is Mr. Chen really not hiding anything?"

Wang Heng looked at the figure going down the mountain and said, "It depends on luck how far we can find out. This is also Monk Guangzhi's fate."

When the lunch bell rang, Wang Heng remembered that Jinyang Jun Li Fu was copying scriptures alone in the Sutra Library, so he hurried to the Sutra Library, only to see Li Fu and his attendant Xiao Wu already waiting at the door.

Wang Heng bowed and said, "Jinyang Jun, I am sorry for my rudeness. I was seeing a friend off from the temple, so I am late."

Li Wei smiled and said, "Nothing, nothing. I have already told Master Guangwen about it and he has arranged it for me."

Xiaocai said, "The vegetarian food in the temple is simple. Will Jinyang Jun go with us to eat at Xiangji, or do you have other plans?"

"Of course I'll have vegetarian dinner with you. Xiao Wu and I don't know how to cook." Li Fu said.

Wang Heng thought that Li Xun's filial piety to his mother was truly admirable. He felt that he was very distant from his parents and they even disliked each other a little. Therefore, he respected filial piety even more.

The dining hall of Jubao Temple was a place for entertaining guests. Li Fu insisted on eating with Wang Heng and Xiaocai. They ate at the same table. Xiao Wu, the attendant, was not a servant, but he refused to sit with them no matter what and found a seat among the young monks.

It can be seen that the Li Dynasty was a country that was not conquered by our dynasty, and it was well aware of the Chinese way of honoring nobles and officials, and it was even better than that of the Chinese.

The days are long in the hot summer. After lunch, the monks in the temple meditate in silence, and everyone returns to the villa for a nap.

After Wang Heng went up the mountain, he had nothing to do every day. He felt tired and wanted to take a nap, so he asked, "Jinyang Jun, when will we go to the Sutra Library this afternoon?"

Li Wei said: "There is not enough light in the afternoon, so it is not suitable to copy the scriptures. We should continue tomorrow morning." In this case, we can rest and practice calligraphy in the afternoon.

There were no other pilgrims in Vimalakirti Courtyard these days. The young monks were hiding somewhere to be lazy. The courtyard was deep and quiet, and the group of people went into the houses in the east and west wings respectively.

Wang Heng felt tired physically and mentally for some reason, and he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow. When he woke up, he saw the sun setting outside the window.

There was a man in front of the desk with a sad face, scratching his ears and cheeks. It was Xiaocai. He picked up the pen to write two or three words and then put it down. Xiaocai had not updated his script for many days, and he felt homesick when he wrote again.

Seeing Xiaocai stop writing, Wang Heng said, "At least we still have Axian and Shanmin, a few readers, waiting to read your new chapter."

Xiaocai seemed to be thinking about something, so he put aside all distractions and concentrated on writing.

While chatting, Wang Heng had just made a cup of tea to moisten his throat when there was a knock on the door. Wang Heng stood up to answer the door. It was Xiao Wu who came in with four gifts in his hands. Jinyang Jun Li Yan was waving a folding fan, looking graceful and showing just the right smile: "Brother Wang, come to your room and sit down."

Wang Heng said with a smile: "The guest house is in disarray, please don't laugh at me, Lord Jinyang."

There was no reception room in the west wing, so everyone sat around the desk.

Xiaocai put away the manuscript paper, took the gift from Xiaowu, and couldn't help laughing secretly. It turned out to be a whole family of ginseng, including Korean ginseng, Korean ginseng tea, Korean ginseng candy, and Korean ginseng cakes.

Li Wei said, "I came here today to ask for help, Brother Wang. Do you know where in Jiangning County there is a beautiful lotus pond? I want to buy a cemetery nearby."

Wang Heng and Xiaocai were stunned and didn't know how to start.

Li Wei said, "To be honest, the tribute mission of the Joseon Dynasty landed at Liujia Port last month and brought a message that my stepmother, Concubine Min, had passed away earlier this year. Therefore, my mother's spirit tablet has been wandering for a long time, and it is time to choose a good place to rest in peace."

"So that's how it is." Xiaocai sighed, with a lot of fantasies in his mind.

"The lotus leaves are like clouds, with fragrance all around, and the boat sways into Xiling." Li Fu was melancholy, and said quietly, "My late mother liked this poem the most, but it's a pity that she lived a humble life, and her last wish was to be buried beside the lotus pond."

"The lotus leaves are like clouds, with endless fragrance, and the small boat sways into Xiling." Wang Heng's heart was moved. He seemed to have seen this line of poetry by Jiang Baishi in the past few days. He raised his head and looked at Xiaocai. When their eyes met, he saw that Xiaocai also had a look of surprise on his face.

Li Yuan once said that his biological mother was a daughter of Jin, and her family background could not be very high. Although the official language of the Joseon Dynasty was also Chinese characters, it was really surprising that a foreign woman was proficient in Jiang Baishi's poems.

Li Yu saw the two were hesitant and took out a scroll with words, "The lotus leaves are like clouds, the fragrance is endless, and the boat sways into Xiling."

"This is my mother's handwriting."

The handwriting is beautiful and elegant, it is Mrs. Wei's hairpin style. This Mrs. Jin is an extraordinary talented woman.