I dress up as a poor noblewoman, and I bring my whole family home with my literary talent.

Chapter 91 Departure to Lingjing Temple

How could others call her by such an affectionate nickname casually? Except for the Song family, no one else had ever called Song Lingyi "Le Le". What's more, she didn't like this nickname.

Song Lingyi was slightly annoyed and said in a stiff tone: "How can Mr. Lu easily call a girl by her nickname?"

"This name is not good. Lingyi is more suitable for you."

……

Song Lingyi was startled

This name does contain the Song family's malice towards the original body's birth.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaoniang and the third and fourth sisters all came over to the carriage. Lu Jing glanced at her deeply, said "see you later", pulled the reins, shouted "go", and left.

Song Lingwan walked quickly to Song Lingyi, and Song Lingyi called out, "Fourth sister."

Song Lingwan frowned as she watched Lu Jing leave: "What did he say to you?"

"Nothing, I just happened to meet you and wanted to say hello." Song Lingyi said with a smile.

Zhou Xiaoniang threw all the things to Azhu and stepped on the stool. "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. We have to go early and come back early. Let's get in the car quickly."

The Song family bought a new carriage for the convenience of traveling. Zhou Xiaoniang and her friends rode in the old carriage and met up with Mrs. Song's new carriage at the west gate to leave the city.

Lingjing Temple is located on a mountain ten miles outside Chang'an City and is very popular.

It has been raining recently, and the steep road on the hill makes it difficult for the carriage to travel. It took more than half a day to arrive.

By the time Song Lingyi and his party had settled down in the temple, the sky had darkened. A thin mist rose from the mountains, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, weighing down the magnificent and ancient temple.

Madam Song and Madam Zhou slept in one room, and the three sisters slept in another. After Song Lingyi made the bed, she went out to fetch water to wash her hands and looked up at the sky. She said to Song Lingwan, who was also looking up at the sky, "It looks like it's going to rain."

Song Lingwan hummed, and said with some concern: "If the road is wet, I don't know if we can get down the mountain tomorrow."

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The three sisters had a bland vegetarian meal with their elders, and then knelt in the hall with a group of monks and guests to listen to the old monk preach Buddhism.

The old monk had white eyebrows and beard, and he could hardly open his eyes when looking at people. Song Lingyi didn't know how he had the energy to travel around at his age. She began to sigh at the master's good maintenance and strong energy.

The temple was filled with the mild scent of sandalwood and the dim candlelight, accompanied by the old monk's low and hoarse voice, which was extremely drowsy.

Song Lingyi was kneeling in the hall, and she caught a glimpse of a young monk who began to tilt his head while listening, and his eyelids seemed to be stuck with rice paste and he couldn't open them, but after a while, his senior brother pulled him straight.

The cold winter wind poured into the hall through the gaps in the doors and windows. Outside the door, the sound of rain gradually increased, and the drops of rain hit the high eaves of the window frames.

The monastery's practice of "hardening one's mind and toiling one's muscles and bones" was emphasized, so no charcoal fire was lit. It was not until the end of the hour of Xu that Madam Song could no longer endure it and led the others out of the hall.

At night, the three sisters lay on the bunk bed. The mountain was quiet. Even without the Buddhist chanting, the sound of rain made people feel peaceful.

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Recently, opium has begun to circulate in Chang'an City again, but it has changed its name to Jingtan Shenxiang. It has been changed from oral administration to inhalation, and has the effect of calming the mind and concentrating the spirit.

There are even rumors that even Princess Qi Yang is using Jingtan Shenxiang. Many dignitaries, talented men and beautiful women are scrambling to buy it in order to follow the trend. It has become so difficult to get a box that the price of a box of Jingtan Shenxiang has been driven to an exorbitant level.

Many people, greedy for temporary pleasure, take highly addictive drugs that destroy the body and mind, and sooner or later their will is worn out.

Shen Liuyun thought about reporting to the empress and listing Jingtan Shenxiang as a banned drug, but this move would definitely be opposed by the ministers. Since it was not feasible to ban it openly, he could only send people to investigate secretly.

It is not easy to make opium powder from pills. The last time Dark Blade got rid of Chi Yao, it was equivalent to cutting off the right arm of the person behind the scenes. There is Dark Blade supervision in Chang'an City, so Jingtan Shenxiang cannot be made in the city, but can only be made outside the city. During this period, Shen Liuyun planted spies in various places in Chang'an, and Lu Jing sent all Dark Blade's subordinates to collect Jingtan Shenxiang. As the year draws to a close, he is also busy and exhausted.

It was dusk, and it was raining today, so it got dark earlier.

The streets are deserted and a little deserted.

Lu Jing held up an oil-paper umbrella and stepped on the shallow puddles, splashing countless ripples of new mud. He came to a three-foot-wide door and knocked gently. The door opened in response and a head popped out, "Mr. Lu is here, please come in."

The person who opened the door was the old steward of Prince Jin's Mansion. He led the way and ushered Lu Jing into the study and sat down.

The study in Prince Jin's mansion is spacious and elegant, with many classics and rare books on the bookshelves.

The maid brought him a cup of hot tea.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, Shen Liuyun hurried in, still wearing the cold winter air.

After entering the door, he first brushed off the raindrops on his body and frowned slightly: "Why are you here at this time?"

"Dark Blade has already taken control of half of the Jingtan Divine Incense in Chang'an City. I came here... naturally to ask about the progress on your side." Lu Jing was calm and took a sip of tea.

Shen Liuyun lifted his skirt and sat down. "My subordinates caught a dealer and found out the location where the Jingtan Divine Incense was made. They have already sent the people out."

Lu Jing asked: "Where is the location?"

Lingjing Temple

Shen Liuyun picked up the teacup and was about to take a sip when he saw Lu Jing standing up across from him with a puzzled look on his face: "Why are you so frightened?"

Lu Jing frowned, but soon calmed down. Although the Song family also went to Lingjing Temple, as long as Shen Liuyun's people did not alert the enemy, the people who made Jingtan Shenxiang would not endanger the lives of the temple's pilgrims.

"How many people did His Highness send out?"

Shen Liuyun said confidently: "I have selected twenty elite soldiers, but they are just a bunch of rabble. My elite soldiers have all been on the battlefield, so it will not be a problem to defeat them."

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Last time at Shili Ferry, the man behind the scenes sent out Chi Yao, who caused Anren to suffer a great loss. I wonder how many such masters he has under his command.

If Lingjing Temple really had a large amount of Jingtan incense, they would definitely not just send a few small soldiers and crab generals to guard it.

After Lu Jing told Shen Liuyun that he would leave the city immediately to provide support, he left in a hurry.

The city gate was closed at this time, so he went back to the village first.

It is raining tonight and the road up the mountain in the suburbs is difficult to travel on. Even if we ride as fast as we can, we will arrive at the earliest at noon tomorrow.

……

The next morning, it was a rare sunny day after the rain.

However, the road down the mountain was muddy and difficult to walk on, so Mrs. Song planned to wait for the sun to shine before going down the mountain.

The temple's schedule is similar to that of the palace, both get up at the hour of Mao. After breakfast, the family goes to the main hall to pray.

Song Lingyi had just sat down on the cushion when she caught a glimpse of someone sitting on the empty cushion next to her. She took a quick look and saw that it was an old lady who was well-dressed, over fifty years old, with gray hair on her temples.

Lingjing Temple was a popular temple, and many dignitaries from Chang'an City would come here to pray. It was not surprising to meet the old lady of a high-ranking official or a wealthy businessman.

(End of this chapter)