The Jokhang Temple is an old temple from the previous dynasty. It has a tall mountain gate and mottled traces of time engraved on the gray-white stone. Very close to the ground, there are faint moss marks.
Lu Jinxi just looked at it like this, a little dazed.
The monks in the temple got the news early, and they are all waiting in front of the mountain gate at the moment.
Seeing her coming out, they bowed their heads very politely, and bowed to let people in: “As soon as the sacrifices are ready, Madam, please come in.”
“It’s work.”
Looking back for a while, slightly stunned, Lu Jinxi withdrew his gaze, turned to look in front of them, and looked at them for a while before he came to his senses, smiled slightly, and thanked him.
After all, she’s still not used to her current status.
When I woke up from a good sleep, I changed from a poor man who only failed to start a business to a widow in the general’s mansion who almost died of illness on the couch.
Fate treats her really not “thin”, from a fire pit to a frying pan.
Fortunately, God didn’t plan to really kill her.
During this period of time, Lu Jinxi pricked up his ears and made full use of the opportunity to learn about the general’s mansion.
She carefully analyzed the original body’s situation, and designed various common-sense reactions for him after recovering from the illness.
No one seems to suspect anything, except for Bailu, the servant girl who is waiting closely, who always mumbles and thinks that she seems to be strong and accessible.
In fact, where is the strong access?
But I’m just reluctant to suffer.
No way.
Lu Jinxi started a business and was used to planning carefully, for fear of falling into a bad debt that could not make ends meet.
She has developed a cunning temper to fight with those **** on the scene.
Speaking people talk to people, talking ghosts to ghosts, first-level proficiency in survival skills. After planting a few times and buying enough lessons, I have never suffered a loss again.
After wearing it, the nature is hard to change.
To disguise the original gentleness and kindness of the Lu family, although it is not difficult for her, the current situation of the Lu family can be…
She can’t bear to play a little white rabbit anymore.
Thinking of this, and thinking of the situation in the General’s Mansion, Lu Jinxi sighed in her heart and secretly had a headache.
On the face, she couldn’t see anything strange, she bowed her head slightly and was about to step into the temple gate.
Unexpectedly, the front foot just lifted up, and before waiting for the ground, a panicked cry came from behind: “Husband, Madam!”
Lu Jinxi’s eyelids jumped.
She could tell that it was Pan Quan’er’s voice. She usually runs around the house and has quick legs.
Looking back, it was him.
Pan Quan’er was wearing a straight blue silk dress. She was sweating in the cold weather.
When he came to a place about two feet away from Lu Jinxi, he didn’t dare to enter any more, he knelt down with his legs bent, his head on the ground: “Husband, little, little young master, he, huhu, and again …”
Yes, this time the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Lu Jinxi knew that it was definitely not good news, so she stopped and stood still, and said slowly, “Get up, let’s get your breath out, and then talk about it.”
It has only snowed, and although the land in front of the mountain gate has been cleaned up by the monks, it is still very cold.
Pan Quan’er knew that this was a pity for their servants, so she called out to answer, thanked her unequivocally, and got up from the ground.
He gasped for a while before finally getting his voice back.
“Mrs. Qiqi, this afternoon, when the young master went to study at the school, he beat up the second son of Luo next door, injured his arm and bled red.”
“…”
The ground is silent.
The servants who traveled with the General’s Mansion all gasped in fright!
Second son of Luo Ergong next door, that is the second son of the prince of the British government!
This…
How come you beat someone up so well? !
Bleeding and seeing red? !
The egret standing beside Lu Jinxi was even more frightened, and her little face turned white in an instant.
She followed the crowd, all subconsciously looking at Lu Jinxi.
Unexpectedly, Lu Jinxi didn’t move at all, with both hands in the cage, she was still calm.
Xue Chi is the child of the original Lu family after the death of her husband Xue Kuang.
Because he was the only direct son of the general, and lost his father at an early age, he was particularly doting in the house, so he developed a tyrannical temperament who was not afraid of anything and everything.
She has been ill since wearing it.
One is afraid that he will be exposed in front of the child, and the other is afraid that he will be sick to the child. Therefore, she has never seen any of Lu’s children.
When I heard Pan Quan’er talk about Xue Chi, she also said what happened to this little ancestor, but she didn’t expect that it was him who did something to him.
There is no mention of Xue Chi in the words, so he should be fine.
So, Lu Jinxi breathed a sigh of relief, and did not ask himself the cause and effect of his cheap son’s beating, but only asked: “Second son Luo didn’t hurt his head?”
Pan Quan’er shook his head: “It shouldn’t be, there is no injury on the head, just the body… that’s a little bit… but I haven’t asked the doctor to see it…”
So, it’s hard to say whether the injury was hurt or not.
“Did the doctor invite you?”
The previously raised brows finally wrinkled slightly, and Lu Jinxi asked a second sentence.
“Huh?”
Pan Quan’er was taken aback, as if she didn’t expect Lu Jinxi to ask this.
He shook his head again: “As soon as something happened to someone, he was picked up by the British government and went outside to hire a doctor.”
“That’s why we didn’t invite?”
Lu Jinxi’s long eyelashes drooped, casting a heavy shadow on her lower eyelid.
Her voice, with the same timbre as before, has a completely different feel to it.
It sounds bland, but not soft.
A gust of wind blew, and Pan Quan’er couldn’t help shivering, and replied, “When the little one left, we didn’t invite him in the house.”
The person in charge of the house is Lu Jinxi.
If her aunt, the princess of the second room, was here, this matter could be handled properly.
It’s just that the eldest princess entered the palace this morning to greet the empress dowager, and stayed in the palace for dinner, for fear of not being able to come back for a while.
As for the rest of the house…
Lu Jinxi snorted softly in her heart, it would be good if she didn’t make trouble.
The soft rabbit fur in the hand cage is warm and cozy.
She glanced at the freezing weather outside, but she still didn’t take out her hand.
After thinking for a while, Lu Jinxi opened his eyes, his face was gentle, but his voice was unquestionable.
“You go back immediately. When you pass through the city gate, borrow a few people from the nine-door admiral, Master Liu. Go to the Huisheng Hall in the east of the city and invite the ghosts to go to the British government, so that the child of his family can have a look. In addition, I told them that someone has been sent to the Jokhang Temple to inform me and I will be back soon.”
When Pan Quan’er heard this, she almost fell to her knees with frightened legs.
Master Liu, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, is the old commander of the Great General, loyal, and very forthright. If you hear that Xue’s house is borrowing people, let alone a few, it will be a matter of not blinking to transfer a battalion!
The unlucky old guy of Guishou Zhang…
Pan Quan’er lit a row of white candles for him in her heart, and quickly responded, “I understand, I will do it now!”
Lu Jinxi nodded.
Pan Quan’er quickly backed away, ran down the mountain in a swipe, and directly stepped on the fast horse that had been thrown by the road earlier, hurriedly hurried, and swung the whip away.
In front of the mountain gate, the monks who knew the guest knew that something had happened to the darling of the General’s Mansion, so they didn’t say a word.
Lu Jinxi stood there and watched for a while, then turned around and walked towards the temple gate again.
The egret said in amazement: “Didn’t you say to return immediately?”
This head melon seed is useless.
She was just talking about the scene. As for whether she will return, who knows?
Lu Jinxi shook her head and said, “Everyone has come. It won’t take long to leave after putting on the incense stick.”
She found out that although this great general who was buried in the battlefield was not a good husband, he should occupy a very important position in Lu’s heart.
On the bookshelves and in the boxes, there are good news from the border, I don’t know how many times I’ve read it and touched it many times.
The pitiful Bone by the Riverside is like a girl in a spring boudoir’s dream…
Wake up from a dream with a wet pillow, and the beloved is no longer.
Lu Jinxi was an outsider, and she didn’t even know this “husband” who died young, but she pity Lu’s infatuation and dedication.
Bento is to put a stick of incense on her behalf and recite two sutras.
With both hands still in the cage, Lu Jinxi walked inward.
Just after taking a few steps out, she paused and turned her head to the left corner of the mountain road.
The two are still there.
She saw it when she got off the sedan earlier.
One is an old monk wearing a cassock, and he should be a highly respected monk in the temple; the other is a man wearing a dark blue robe and a black cloak, which is quite talented.
After a short distance, they didn’t come.
People in the General’s Mansion have no taboos in their actions, but others will take the initiative to avoid suspicion.
Lu Jinxi didn’t recognize them, and only roughly guessed why they were standing there. It stands to reason that they should have a good impression of them.
But…
The two willow-leaf slender eyebrows were slightly raised.
Lu Jinxi felt that the one wearing the big cloak’s eyes was so transparent and clear that he could see through people at a glance, but there was no fluctuation at all, which was really uncomfortable.
Meet an acquaintance?
She thought slowly in her heart, but she didn’t have Lu’s memory, and she didn’t hear it from the maids. Of course, she couldn’t tell the difference right now.
So he took his eyes back lightly, just as if nothing happened, he walked into the temple.
Egret and others also quickly followed.
The front of the mountain gate was quickly empty, and several bearers found a fairly clean step and sat down and waited outside.
The small sedan chair with green curtains quietly parked in the open space of the mountain gate.
Gu Juefei’s furrowed brows finally slowly unfolded at this moment.
When he came to this general’s mansion’s wife and turned his head, the moment he saw him, he had already seen what was strange in the other’s eyes.
The Lu Jinxi he learned from Wei Yi was gentle and cowardly, and he never fought with others.
I don’t have a lot of thought, and I don’t know how to pinch people.
Benevolence and grace?
Wei Yi said that this will never happen. She only has bad intentions. The most correct thing she has done in her life is to listen to her father and marry Xue Kuang.
But Lu Jinxi, who Gu Juefei had just seen, had only five sentences in total when dealing with sudden and thorny matters.
And…
Be bold.
From start to finish, her hands were never taken out of the warm cage.
This proves that she is not panicked at all, and even outrageously calm.
Six years…
In the past, Wei Yi had ridiculed him, “I’m worried about the rabbit Lu Jinxi who can’t even bite”, but he completely changed his appearance, as if he had changed his core.
How many things happened in the capital that he didn’t know about?
Standing at the end of this mountain road, Gu Juefei saw the branches hanging down from the bushes next to him, and there was a dry leaf on it.
This is a tree planted in the temple a few years ago, named “Jun Qianzi”.
The fruit is sweet, astringent, and cool in nature. It can be used as medicine, quenching thirst and removing phlegm, clearing heat and detoxifying.
He stretched out his hand and plucked the solitary leaf, his fingers slowly running over the clear veins on the back of the leaf.
They are like the wrinkles on the leaves, one by one, old, but deep in his warm fingertips.
Monk Jueyuan looked at him.
This hand is the hand that has written splendid articles and made strategic theories.
He didn’t ask him what he wanted to do after looking at Lu Jinxi for so long, he just glanced at the half-yellow Junqianzi leaves, and thought: “When are you going to go down the mountain?”
Gu Juefei pinched the dead leaves, put his hands behind him, smiled complicatedly, his voice was low and hoarse: “Wait for the snow on the mountain to melt…”