Heir and wife

Chapter 73

The fiery red dress shuttles among the lotus leaves, and the lotus boat approaches the lake shore.

Wing Chun stood on the bank and waited. After an hour, the sun was so high that Miss Gao still hadn't come back. She almost wanted to go to housekeeper Luo Shun and send someone down to the lake to meet Miss Gao.

Seeing the young lady herself now, she breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she couldn't help thinking: "Why does the young lady use lightness kung fu, in case the internal strength is not good halfway..."

"I know water."

The most indispensable thing in Huizhou is water. There are not only peach blossom forests in the back mountain of Huashou Temple, but also streams and deep pools.There is a hot spring next to the deep pool. When I was young, I ran on the mountain road, and jumped into the bath when I was sweating.Later, she thought about the difference between men and women, and there were many monks in the mountain temple, so it was inconvenient to soak.But later the master set up a fence beside the hot spring, and specially repaired the bamboo house for her to change clothes.The bath felt so good that gradually, after taking the medicinal bath for strengthening her body, she would also stay in the hot spring for a while.

The hot spring water is not deep, but it is definitely not shallow. Over the years, she has excellent water properties.Not to mention being awake, even falling asleep can subconsciously thrash twice, unable to sink for a while.

Seeing that Wing Chun was speechless for a while, she handed over the porcelain bottle containing morning dew: "I'm so anxious, but what happened to Zhuangzi?"

Wing Chun was indeed defeated by his own lady, and he murmured dissatisfiedly: "The maidservant knows that young lady is strong in martial arts, and a person with high skills is bold, but after all, young lady is a daughter's family, what should I do if I let others see it."

Could it be that she saw something?Luo Weitong choked, and seeing that she didn't blame or worry at all, he knew that she was just talking out of concern.

"Your lady's internal energy is exhausted, and this meeting is tiring. Good Wing Chun, don't talk about it anymore. If I continue reading, I will still think that I am in Huashou Temple, and I heard it before I opened my eyes early in the morning. The monks in the hall are chanting scriptures."

Wing Chun forced himself to keep his mouth shut, the young lady did this every time, she accepted it humbly and would never change it.

She was a little surprised after holding the porcelain vase: "In just a short while, the vase is full?"

The maid on Zhuangzi who specializes in collecting morning dew would be good if she could collect one-third of the bottle in the early morning.As soon as the young lady got out, she didn't seem to put much effort into it, but the bottle was so heavy that she could hardly hold it steady?
"The maids on Zhuangzi looked honest and honest, but they didn't expect to be lazy."

Finally bypassing the topic of "in case anyone sees it", Luo Weitong raised his hand back and lightly poked Wing Chun's head: "Your lady knows martial arts, how can those maids compare to me. Why is it so lively in Zhuangzi?" , but there are young people coming to make trouble?"

From far away, Luo Weitong heard a burst of noisy voices. Just now, the shadow of the suspected Marquis of Anchang had not dissipated. At this moment, her first reaction was that Wen Xiangbo's mansion was not forgiving, and came to make trouble.

Wing Chun held the porcelain vase firmly, and patted his head with a sudden realization: "Look, I was in a hurry and forgot about it. Mrs. Liang Guogong went to Baoen Temple to offer incense, and happened to pass by our Zhuangzi, so she invited Mrs. Tai and the old lady to go together. It just so happened that the young master and the young master Biao also came to visit, and Mrs. Tai was ordering someone to pack up her things, so she ordered her servants to wait for the young lady, and change her clothes as soon as possible after landing."

There was such a good thing, Luo Weitong quickly forgot about the middle-aged man who was suspected to be the Marquis of Anchang in Huxinting.Although they came to Zhuangzi to avoid the rumors, the first thing on this trip was to go to Baoen Temple to ask for a lottery for their elder brother and cousin.

The Baoen Temple was built to commemorate the kindness of the birth mother after the current sage ascended the throne.The tower has nine floors and eight sides, all of which are made of colored glaze.At night, the perennial incense shoots out from the glass, and the Sanskrit music plays, making the whole pagoda look like the bliss of the Western Heaven hanging high in the air.There are eminent monks sitting in the temple, and it is rumored that the worship of Bodhisattvas is extremely effective.

However, such places are not for casual people to enter. Even though my father is a fourth-rank military officer, his family members are not allowed to come in and out at will to pray for blessings.They asked when they came, and the latest opening day to civilians is scheduled for tomorrow.

Liangguo's mansion is naturally different. The ancestor of the mansion is the former great official of the frontier, and later followed the founding ancestor of Daqi to conquer the world, and made great contributions on horseback.It is also the iron certificate of Danshu, the one in Liangguo's mansion is many times brighter than that in Wenxiangbo's mansion.And now that the Great Qi Emperor is passed on to the third generation, this generation of Liang Guogong is still an outstanding general guarding the north.

The Gongfu is a veritable old-fashioned dignitary, and this kind of people is certainly not waiting for others.Except for royal rituals on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, the Duke and wife of Liang Guo can enter and leave Baoen Temple at will.Feeling the power of the government, Luo Weitong was mostly grateful.

"It's really great. There must be very few people going to Baoen Temple today. If the Bodhisattvas in the temple really have spirits, they can only choose to help if they hear too many wishes, and the Bodhisattvas with a few people may be able to hear our prayers."

Luo Weitong said happily, and Wing Chun, who was following behind, also felt that what the lady said was quite reasonable: "In this case, Master Hongzhen is an eminent monk, why didn't the lady ask the master, but directly tell the Bodhisattva what she wants?"

Wing Chun is here to beat her today, right?

The master and servant bickered and walked forward. Emperor Chengyuan in the Huxin Pavilion kept watching the little girl go ashore, but he disappeared around the corner.Then a gust of wind blew by, and the nephew dressed in a lake-green satin robe appeared beside him.

"Your Majesty, it's time to return to the palace."

The brat really knows how to pinch his weakness. Emperor Chengyuan considers himself a sage and wise monarch, but he will not confine himself to the copybooks of the Qianqing Palace, and work hard for the world's major affairs all day long.

(End of this chapter)