Song Ruoxi was telling the truth, but the two mothers mistakenly thought that she was saying something angry. The horse-faced woman smiled and advised: "Girl, don't be angry, so as not to get angry. This man should take a concubine."

The round-faced woman also stepped forward to help and advised: "Yes, girl, this man has three wives and four concubines, it is common for him to be unhappy about this matter. It's actually no big deal."

One sentence should be appropriate, another sentence is ordinary, like ice water pouring down, a chill came out of the bottom of her heart, Song Ruoxi's eyes were stunned. If the things she had read before were just written, she had angered and left aside and did not take it to her heart, then the living example now reminds her of something that cannot be ignored. It is legitimate for a man to take a concubine in this time and space. How should she face this problem?

compromise?

Song Ruoxi bit her lower lip hard, her face pale, and she couldn't do it to ask her to share a man with other women. Although she never thought about marrying Chen Mo, the result of marrying other men was the same. Where should I find a man who would not take a concubine?

"Girl." Xiangxiu shouted worriedly when she saw Song Ruoxi changing her face.

The two mothers exchanged their eyes, and the grandfather did not expect it to be wrong. When the girl was angry, the woman was not jealous. The maid curled her lips and said, "Girl, I say something beyond my disrespect. The girl doesn't need to care about those concubines, and she has no need to lower her status. The girl will be a wife in the future, and no one can live above the girls. Those concubines are just things that make the men have fun. Girls don't have to care too much, and relax. Inu see, as long as the mother has a girl in her heart, it will be better than anything else."

Song Ruoxi looked at her, put the teacup in his hand on the table, and said, "Don't say anything more, take the things out."

"Girl, this jewelry..."

"Go out!" The cruel reality made Song Ruoxi feel restless and shouted sternly.

"My mothers should be invited out and don't make the girl angry anymore." Xiangxiu interrupted the round-faced woman and issued an order to expel her guests.

The two women had no choice but to leave with Jinbo in their arms and walked out of the yard. Seeing that there was no one around, they curled their lips at the door. From the bottom of their hearts, they felt that Song Ruoxi was too arrogant and had not yet passed the door, so they could not tolerate people like this. They were really a jealous woman.

When they returned to Chen's mansion, the two women told Chen Mo about this matter in a jealous way. After hearing this, Chen Mo refused to say anything, but the expression on his face was pleasant. It was a good thing that she was willing to be jealous of him.

Song Ruoxi has no way to know about this matter, so he will not explain it in detail.

When the two women went out, Xiang Xiu stepped forward and advised, "Miss, don't be sad, fortunately, the marriage has not yet..."

"I'm not sad." Song Ruoxi interrupted her, frowned and looked irritated, "There is no marriage, it's his wishful thinking. I never thought of marrying him."

Xiangxiu looked at Song Ruoxi carefully, "Why is that girl angry?"

"I'm not angry." Song Ruoxi hugged her head and pulled her hair randomly, "I'm just thinking about where to find a man to marry?"

Xiang Xiu was slightly stunned, her eyes rolled, took the palm-leaf fan handed to Fancao, and asked while fanning, "What kind of person do you want to marry?"

"I only wish that one person is like three thousand waters, and only one can. If you never leave me, I wish that life and death will depend on each other." Song Ruoxi sighed quietly, "I don't want to ask for anything, I just want to marry a man who treats me wholeheartedly and will not take concubines."

Xiangxiu sighed. The girl's requirements were too harsh. Since ancient times, the man had either had a lot of wives and concubines, or the farmer had beaten three more dou of grain, and wanted to take a concubine to warm the bed, let alone a powerful man.

"It's so annoying. I won't talk about it anymore. I'll lie on the bed for a while." Song Ruoxi walked to the inner room with weak body and lay on the bed in a daze.

Vanilla was afraid that she would be hot, so she followed her in with a palm fan and fanned her.

On the roof, a purple figure that had been staying for a long time quickly left, and the white jade hairpin with its hair reflected the sunlight and emitted a bright luster.

Under the deep blue sky, the peaks are quiet, hidden in the water-like moonlight Jinglian Temple is quiet and peaceful, with a light breeze blowing, and the sound of pine waves sometimes disappear. Song Ruoxi is fine, sit in the yard to take a nap and enjoy the cool air.

With a squeak, the faintly hidden door was pushed open by Huijin, and she walked in, "Jingchen."

"Master." Song Ruoxi stood up to greet him, "Why are you here?"

Huijin smiled slightly, sat down on the chair, and after Vanilla brought tea to her back, she asked, "Jingchen, do you know why Anyu's son came?"

"He came to visit his mother."

"This is one, and there are two, do you know?"

Song Ruoxi shook his head blankly.

"He came for you." Hui Jin said in a surprising way.

"Ah?" Song Ruoxi was stunned, "This is impossible!"

Huijin looked up at the night sky and said slowly: "An Yu wants him to marry you."

Song Ruoxi was dumbfounded. When did Aunt An think about this? Why didn’t she notice it?

"Jingchen, your life is accompanied by the ancient Buddha of Qinglan and meditating for several years, but you will never be able to break the ties of this world and you will enter the secular world again."

"Master, wait, let me digest this sentence." Song Ruoxi frowned and thought, "Master, I am destined to be a peach blossom disaster, right?"

Hui Jin chanted the Buddha's chant, fiddled with the rosary in his hand, and said, "Everything has a fixed number, don't ask whether it is a disaster or a fate."

Song Ruoxi's eyes turned and asked, "Master, who is the person who is married to me?"

"Jingchen, my teacher has told you that your destiny has been changed, and my teacher cannot calculate your marriage. Everything depends on your own wishes."

"Since my fate has changed, why can my master still see that my fate brings peach blossoms?" Song Ruoxi pointed out the loophole in Huijin's words.

"Fate brings you here. Since you have come, you have changed your fate and become a teacher, you can never calculate it again." Hui Jin said with his eyelids down.

So that's the case. Song Ruoxi frowned and sighed, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Master, my intention is to be a monk."

Huijin shook his head, "Buddhist temple is not a place to escape. Although you have a deep Buddhist relationship and a high level of understanding, you have not yet realized the great enlightenment. Even if you are a teacher ordained you and become a monk, you will still return to secular life at that time."

"No, I must follow my master to practice hard in the temple, practice Zen and realize the truth, and achieve the right result as soon as possible, and go to the Western Paradise." Song Ruoxi's expression was serious. Instead of marrying a dirty man and fighting with his women, she would rather stay in the temple as a nun and end up in peace.

Huijin took out a book from her wide sleeve and handed it to her, "You can read this temple rule first before you decide whether to be a monk."

There are family rules and temple rules. However, Song Ruoxi has lived in the temple for several years. In addition to following the rule of "not eating after noon", Huijin didn't say anything about other rules, and Song Ruoxi didn't ask, so naturally there was no question about abiding by them. Today Huijin suddenly took out the temple rules, and Song Ruoxi knew that Huijin wanted to let her retreat when she was in trouble.

In the temple, Song Ruoxi was busy studying and did not have much contact with all the nuns in the temple. He did not know much about the temple rules. However, Huijin used the temple rules to make her give up on the idea of ​​becoming a monk. It can be seen that the temple rules are strict, but before she understood the temple rules, she gave up. She was afraid that Huijin would laugh at her, so she hesitated for a moment and reached out to take the book.

Huijin smiled slightly, got up, and went out.

Song Ruoxi took the book back to his room and opened the first page, which read: "The Buddha made precepts, the ancestors set the Qing rules, so that scholars could follow the seven branches and four rituals, and the law was followed by the Ancestral temple. Xi Jinping strictly abides by the whole temple."

The second page is written by the first presidency in the temple: "Don't listen to right and wrong, do not spread right and wrong; do not talk about right and wrong, do not cause right and wrong; keep precepts and rules, and be harmonious with the public; ban idle talk, be upright and generous; chant the Buddha's name diligently, do things honestly; respect the Three Jewels, love the permanent residence; sit and lie down and be courteous, do not ridicule others; always be kind and pity sentient beings; be careful in practicing, and be reborn in the Pure Land."

The third page is full of small regular script characters. When you look around casually, you will find that there are so many rules to be followed, including rules for living, rules for chanting the Buddha Hall, rules for living, rules for warehouses, rules for class heads, rules for Vinaya, rules for precepts, rules for precepts, rules for monks...

Song Ruoxi was dizzy and the most headache was the details of the nuns' journey to stop the day: "Every morning, I would get up, dress neatly, be organized, hang up the tent, go back to the hall, sit on my own, hang my legs, and sit on the four boards, and hear the three vertebrae call it fragrant..."

There are fine rules for when you knock on the wooden fish a few times, chant the Buddha's name a few times, and you can't miss it at all. Song Ruoxi sighed a long sigh. The rules and precepts in Buddhism are even more unbearable than worldly rules.

Yes, it’s just a marriage, or a man with many women. It’s no big deal. Grit your teeth, close your eyes, and just live your life in a mess! Song Ruoxi gave up his plan to be a nun, closed the book, yawned, and looked up and asked, “Xiangxiu, when is it time?”

"Girl, it's almost time." Xiangxiu rubbed her eyes and walked in, "Girl, have you finished reading the book?"

"It's almost over, but it's better not to watch it. I've watched it, which makes me extremely desperate." Song Ruoxi was upset and waved his hand, "Sleep."

Seeing that Song Ruoxi's face was not good, Xiangxi opened her mouth and wanted to speak but stopped. It was too late today, so I will find another opportunity to persuade the girl tomorrow.

After living in the temple for so many years, Song Ruoxi developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. It is rare to go to bed so late today. As soon as his head was touched by the pillow, his eyelids closed heavily and he fell asleep quickly.

The nights in summer are short and the day is getting bright early. Song Ruoxi, who is sleeping late, does not get up late. The physiological clock makes her get up on time, but she is a little mentally ill and is always sleepy and yawning.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong" The wooden door was knocked by someone. In the yard, the vanilla was used to clean the floor, put down the broom, and went to open the door. He saw a strange man standing outside, and subconsciously wanted to close the door.

"Vanilla, he is here to find me." Song Ruoxi finished washing up and walked out of the door. He happened to see the autumn-scented figure at the door and said hurriedly.

Vanilla opened the door again, but Lu Fengyan did not walk in, stood outside the door and asked, "Will you go to practice flute today?"

"Go." Song Ruoxi said as he walked towards the door.

The two of them walked out of the mountain gate three steps apart, turned left, and climbed up the mountain road. Song Ruoxi knew the reason why he came here. When facing him, he felt a little embarrassed and reserved, and was unwilling to speak on his own initiative.

Lu Fengyan has always been taciturn. It was extremely difficult to speak on his own initiative yesterday. Besides, he has never been close to women and doesn't know what to say to Song Ruoxi, so he can only follow her behind her with his hands behind her back.

The two walked silently to the huge rock. Song Ruoxi climbed up and sat cross-legged. Lu Fengyan did not follow him and stood below and stared at her back quietly. She was still wearing a wide monk's robe in a garment, her long soft hair was not tied up, and she was tied with a light blue ribbon, spreading it to her waist, looking very simple and quiet.

"Don't you come up and sit down?" Song Ruoxi asked back.

"It's not in line with etiquette." Lu Fengyan intended to test.

Song Ruoxi was slightly stunned, sneered, and said, "If you want to be polite, you shouldn't go to my yard to find me early in the morning, and you shouldn't come with me to climb the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Fengyan had already jumped onto a huge rock, lifted up the brocade robe and sat cross-legged one step behind her. Song Ruoxi curled his lips and raised his eyebrows and asked with a narrow smile: "Did you say you are not polite, why are you coming up again?"

“I’m tired of standing.”

Song Ruoxi was slightly surprised. Is he playing cold and humorous?

The sky was covered with pure blue, as if it had been washed by water, without any impurities, and white clouds floated in the air. The two of them sat quietly on the huge rock for a while. Lu Fengyan took out the jade flute and asked, "A concert?"

"Okay." Song Ruoxi also took out the jade flute.

Lu Yan Jingyu Xiao raised the jade flute to his lips, and the sound of the flute slowly rang out, which was a song of "Yujing Qiu" that touched the autumn of autumn. (Note)

The smoke and water are wide. The high forest is filled with the remaining lights, and the evening etiquette is sad. The green anvil is full of rhyme, the silver bed is floating with leaves. The wet tung tung is cold, the cold dew is picked, and the autumn snow is sometimes written. Sighing the light parting, the quiet thing is in the same collar, and the building of the tung tills can be said. The guest is still timid in the songs of the merchants. The long songs of the sacred pot are dark and the jade fan is gloomy. The green fan is sparse, the fragrance of the red clothes fades, and it turns into a discontinuation. The jade bones are the west wind, and the hatred is the most, but the leisure is in the new and cool season. The Chu flute swallows, who leans on the west building to light the moon?

Song Ruoxi frowned. What did he do for such a sad song? His eyes suddenly darkened, and he seemed to think of something. He lowered his eyelids slightly, and the flute was on his lips. The sound of the flute was accompanied by the sound of the flute. The tune was ups and downs, the music was sorrowful and melancholy, and the sadness was lingering.

I just feel that the mist and clouds are vast, the autumn water is vast, the high forest covers the sun, and the vast sky is far away, as if I saw someone on the west building leaning against the railing, listening with a layer of light moon on his body. The flute rhyme is low and gentle, the sound of the flute is sad and sad, and it comes slowly, harmonious and integrated, and the harmony is so wonderful.

In the distance, a purple figure was silently watching them. After the song ended, he slowly turned around and left, and his tall figure disappeared between the green shade.

Song Ruoxi put down the jade flute and said calmly: "That's just Aunt An's meaning. If you tell her what you mean, she will not force you."

Lu Fengyan was stunned and said, "You misunderstood."

"Hmm?" Song Ruoxi raised his eyebrows and looked in doubt.

"The meaning is not my intention."

"Then why did you choose this song to play?" Song Ruoxi didn't believe it.

"Try your flute skills."

Song Ruoxi was stunned for a moment and glanced at him speechlessly.

"Jingchen, I am willing to marry you, are you willing to marry me?" Lu Fengyan asked directly.
To be continued...