White tea legend

Chapter 142 Abandoned Baby
In the restaurant, the floor is filled with beautiful ladies and fine mats are laid out.

The silk and satin sparkled under the light, and the ladies with hairpins were smiling and standing on both sides. The musicians played the piano and harp, and the melodious tunes were like the tinkling of spring water, making the whole atmosphere more elegant and refined.

The Second Lady Yang was sitting at the main seat, wearing a brocade phoenix skirt that made her skin look as good as snow, and her face was stunning. There was a smile on her lips and her lotus steps moved lightly, just like the fairy in the painting stepping into the mortal world. Surrounded by relatives and friends, the voices of admiration are endless.

There are delicacies on the table, and the jasper cups are filled with fine wine and jade liquid. The dishes with delicious color, aroma and taste are as exquisite and fascinating as works of art.

Mrs. Yang lightly opened her red lips and savored the delicious food. Her elegant manner was even more amazing.

The guests toasted and blessed each other, chatting and laughing. Reciting poems and making pairs, the talented men and beauties showed off their talents, and entertained each other, never getting tired of it. Mrs. Yang also gave Zhuji witty words in return from time to time, which made people laugh and added a bit of festive atmosphere.

As the night went on, the laughter and laughter at the banquet became more and more lively. Fireworks bloomed in the night sky, colorful, illuminating the smile on Mrs. Yang's face.

Her birthday party, like the stars at night, has undoubtedly become an unforgettable story in this city.

She is going to Chang'an soon.

The current saint's favored concubine, Empress Hui, fell in love with her a few years ago and became the princess of His Highness the Eighteenth Highness.

Now, His Highness the Eighteenth Highness has been given the title: King of Longevity.

And after her birthday, she will be sixteen years old.

Concubine Hui wanted to take her to Chang'an to cultivate a relationship with King Shou, and then let the two get married.

The Yang family of Hongnong and the whole clan were filled with boundless joy.

In this family, every corner is filled with a festive atmosphere, as if spring has arrived early, bathing the entire mansion in warm sunshine.

Yang Er Niangzi, with her outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament, has been regarded as the treasure of the family since she was a child. Her beauty is like the first blooming peony, which has the heavenly fragrance of national beauty and a certain inviolable elegance.

Her wisdom is like the bright moon in autumn water, clear and profound.

Her talents include all aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially the song "Dance of Colorful Clothes and Feather Clothes", which mesmerizes the audience every time she dances, as if a fairy has descended to earth, agile and elegant.

As the leader of the royal family, King Shou is also heroic and graceful.

Everyone in the court knew about his martial arts and martial arts, and everyone disrespected him.

He was generous and kind to the people, but resolute and resolute to his enemies. Under his leadership, the frontier was in good weather and the country was peaceful and the people were safe. Such a wise prince has naturally become the good match that countless women dream of.

When the marriage between Lady Yang and Prince Shou was decided, the joy of the Yang family was beyond words.

In the Yang family's mansion, the servants were busy decorating with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the red wedding tent embroidered with phoenix was hung high. Every detail revealed incomparable nobility and solemnity.

The elders in the family were all smiling and talking about how this marriage would make the status of both parties more stable and how the country's future would be brighter.

Mrs. Yang didn't want her marriage to have too much political overtones, so she went to a restaurant outside the Yang Mansion, invited her best friends, and held a grand and private birthday party.

Her best friends were sitting around her, helping her dress up and whispering about the upcoming separation.

Mrs. Yang's eyes shone with expectation and implicit light. In her heart, there was both a beautiful longing for married life and a subtle anxiety about the unknown fate.

Is that King Shou, whom she has never met before, really her true destiny?
"Not really."

A voice suddenly sounded in her ears. Madam Yang suddenly came back to her senses and looked intently at the banquet in front of her. No one was answering the voice in her heart.

Where did that sound come from?

Xuanfeng had already hurriedly grabbed Bai Cha and flew away from the birthday banquet.

"Sister, how can you tell her the secret?"

"Because eating people has a short mouth."

Bai Cha was holding a big chicken drumstick in his hand, and his mouth was greasy from eating it. Xuanfeng had nothing to say.

He also held a large chicken drumstick in his hand, and his mouth was equally greasy.

"Sister, where should we go to find Miracle Doctor Lu Yu next?"

"do not know."

Bai Cha put down the half-eaten chicken leg in frustration.

Lu Yu, where are you?

She can spy on other people's destiny, but she cannot see through her own destiny.

……

An ancient temple.

It is surrounded by mountains, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Although the temple is small, it is solemn and solemn. The green bricks and gray tiles appear mottled and simple under the baptism of time. The surrounding trees are lush and lush. Whenever the morning sun shines or the sun sets, there will be monks singing and the bells ringing melodiously, creating an otherworldly tranquility.

One quiet morning, the old monk of the temple slowly walked out of the temple gate as usual and wanted to fetch water from the stream at the foot of the mountain.

The monk is old and has a curvy figure, but his steps are still steady. There was a hint of compassion and wisdom in his eyes, as if he could see through all the vanity and suffering in the world.

Just as he was about to reach the stream, he suddenly heard a faint cry. The old monk followed the sound and saw a swaddling baby lying in a patch of grass covered with fallen leaves. His little face was red from crying, and his tender cheeks were wet with tears.

There was no one around, so it was obvious that the child had been abandoned here.

The old monk had a kind look on his face. He put down the kettle and walked towards the child tremblingly.

He carefully held the baby in his arms and chanted the Buddha's name softly, as if praying for blessings for this helpless life.

The child gradually stopped crying in the old monk's arms and looked quietly at the old man with wrinkles on his face but gentle eyes.

"Donor, why were you abandoned here?" The old monk was full of doubts, but how could a swaddling baby answer his question?

The old monk decided to take the child back to the temple and give him protection and care.

The old monk named the child Ji Zan.

Ji Zhen became the old monk's disciple and his adopted son.

The old monk was already old and should have enjoyed a quiet and peaceful old age. However, when faced with this orphan, he had no complaints and personally took on the responsibility of raising him. Every morning, when the first ray of morning light shines into the monk's room through the window lattice, the old monk will gently wake up Ji Zhan who is still sleeping.

He dressed the child in neat cassocks and taught him how to clean the courtyard, how to wipe the Buddha statues, and how to find peace of mind in the Sanskrit music.

As Ji Zan grew up, the old monk began to teach him how to read and write, and told him about the wisdom and compassion of the Buddha. Whenever night falls, the lights in the temple are warm and bright, and the old monk will sit on the futon with Ji Zan, telling stories from the classics and instructing him on how to practice Buddhism and how to understand the impermanence and suffering of the world.

In terms of diet, the old monk took even more careful care of it. He made vegetarian food delicious in color, flavor and taste, and taught Ji Zan how to appreciate the Zen in food.

However, what Ji Zan was most interested in was watching the old monk make tea.

The old monk then picked fresh tea leaves from the mountains and taught Ji Zhen how to fry and make tea. They spent many peaceful and fulfilling times amid the scent of tea.

Although he lived a poor life, the old monk never let Ji Zhan feel the slightest loneliness or indifference. Every winter when the wind is biting and cold, the old monk always puts his only cotton coat on Ji Zhan; every time when the summer heat is unbearable, the old monk always uses a wide cassock to protect Ji Zhan from the sun.

As the child grew up, the old monk always set an example and interpreted the Buddha's teachings with his own practical actions.

Time flies, and Ji Zhan has grown from a swaddling baby to a handsome young man in the blink of an eye.