"Who are you? Why did you come here? Pilgrims are not allowed to come in here..." Jian'er took a step forward, blocked Song Ruoxi behind him, and asked sternly.

"You...you..." Zeng Ke'er looked at Jian'er, showed an incredible expression, and pointed at her.

"You, you, what are you?" Jian'er glared at Zeng Ke'er, "You're going back to the lay Buddhist building!"

"Hello..." Zeng Keer was anxious and had a stuttering problem.

"Jian'er, we've been out for a long time, it's time to go back." Song Ruoxi was blocked by Jian'er, and could not see Zeng Ke'er's expression. He listened to his tone and thought Zeng Ke'er was going to scold Jian'er and didn't want to cause trouble. He picked up the bamboo basket and dragged Jian'er to leave the place of right and wrong.

"Song Ruoxi...oh...Song Ruoxi..." Zeng Ke'er shouted that Song Ruoxi dragged Jian'er faster and faster, "Why are you running? I'm not a tiger, I'll eat you!"

The girl in blue pursed her lips and said, "Miss, she has been out for a long time. Let's go back. The lady can't find you later. It's time to be anxious."

"Fengxiang, do you think that little nun looks like Sister Wu?" Zeng Keer asked sideways.

Fennel hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a bit like that."

Zeng Ke'er glanced at her and said, "What does it mean to be a bit similar? She looks exactly the same. If she wasn't younger than Sister Shin and had no hair, I would have thought she was Sister Shin."

"What the girl said is that the little master looks like a cousin." Weixiang lowered her head and followed her wishes.

Zeng Keer shook her head with satisfaction and went back to find her mother with Huixiang. It was too late, and all the believers who were resting in the lay Buddhist building followed the little nuns to the dining hall. As soon as they walked to the door of the lay Buddhist building, Zeng Keer met her mother, Yin and her cousin's wife, Grandma Zhou Er.

"You kid is running around again, it's really a beating." Yin scolded with a stern face.

"Mom!" Zeng Ke'er shouted in a delicate voice.

Yin spitted lightly on her, "I know how to act coquettishly!"

Zeng Keer stuck out her tongue mischievously.

The group went to the vegetarian hall to finish the vegetarian meal, met with the second young master of the Zhou family, got on the carriage, and went down the mountain to return home.

"Mom, I met Song Ruoxi."

"Yeah." Yin went up the mountain in the morning and felt a little sleepy. He leaned against the brocade mat, half-squinted his eyes, and responded absent-mindedly.

"Mom, she is picking pine cones in the woods and wearing a nun's robe."

"Um."

"I don't know why she is here?" Zeng Ke'er's eyes rolled, "It must be that her mother doesn't want her anymore, so she sent her to the temple as a little nun."

"Clean nonsense."

Zeng Ke'er laughed dryly and said, "Mom, I tell you, the little nun who is with Song Ruoxi looks like Sister Wu."

People have similarities and things have similarities, and only the little girl will take it seriously. Yin smiled indifferently.

"It's so weird, how can they look so similar?" Zeng Keer grabbed the fennel and peeled the pine nuts that were placed on the porcelain plate, stuffed them into her mouth, chewing them while muttering, "It's not a real sister, why is it so similar? It's so similar."

Yin thought, opened her eyes and asked, "Who did you just say look like a slut?"

"A little nun in the temple."

"Do you look very similar?" Yin's expression showed a hint of nervousness.

"It's very similar, it's exactly the same. Mother, if you don't believe it, you can ask about fennel." Zeng Keer dragged fennel to testify.

Yin looked at Xunxiang in a sideways eyes.

"Yes, madam, that little master looks very similar to a cousin." Fenxiang said with his head down.

"What is the name of that little master?" Yin asked.

Zeng Keer thought for a while, "I heard Song Ruoxi call her Jian'er."

"Pick up? I picked it up? No, probably not!" Yin's eyes flashed, his eyebrows frowned, and he muttered to himself in a low voice. Before the Chinese New Year, a thirteen-year-old boy who looked like Mr. Changping went to Mr. Hou's house to recognize his relatives, which caused a stir and ruined his wife. Mr. Hou Changping and Mr. Hou Cheng and Mr. Hou were similar in temperament, and he was greedy for beauty. He had a lot of concubines in the mansion and looked for flowers and willows outside. Mr. Hou Changping was not clean, so it was difficult to guarantee that Mr. Hou Cheng, who was in love with him, would not cause such a romantic debt outside.

Yin would not care too much about other people's affairs, but Chengjin Houye's wife is her cousin. She, a concubine who is not favored by her stepmother, can marry Zeng Yu to fill a house with her. She is helping her. She can't repay her kindness. She cannot let her cousin end like a wife of Changping Houye.

"Mom, what did you say? I can't hear it clearly."

Yin stared at Zeng Keer and said in a deep voice: "Don't mention this matter again, do you know?"

"Why?"

"No mention is allowed, just don't mention it, don't ask why." Yin scolded.

Zeng Keer looked at her mother who had suddenly changed her face, pouted and shrank back, not daring to ask again.

"You don't have much to say." Yin Shi glared at Huixiang.

"Yes." The fennel head lowered.

When he returned to Zhou's mansion, Yin did not mention this matter to Zeng Yu, but secretly arranged for his confidant to inquire, "You must do this as soon as possible."

"I will definitely find out before my wife returns to Beijing." The old lady replied confidently. The third day of the first lunar month is the day of Mrs. Zhou's fiftieth birthday, and Yin has already made a decision to return to Beijing on the sixth day of the first lunar month.

"You go down." Yin leaned back on the brocade mat, closed his eyes, and sighed, hoping that this matter was her unfair concern.

As we all know, it is not difficult to find out about Jian'er's adoption. It is not difficult to see her. Just bribe the woman who delivered vegetables to the temple and put the vegetables into Xiangjitang instead. After a while, you will see Jian'er who is here to "stroll around".

"Madam, when I saw that girl, she looked very similar to her cousin. She was placed at the mountain gate ten years ago and raised by Master Jingxuan."

Ten years ago, did Mr. Chengjin come to Zhongxing Mansion? The time was too long, and Yin could not confirm. He pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you think she is?"

"Madam, I feel that it is impossible to do it based on my appearance."

Yin nodded slightly, "Does there be any jade pendant and folding fan around her?"

"Madam, I don't recognize the things around Mr. Hou even if I see them." The old lady didn't dare to say that she couldn't get into the Zen Room where the nuns lived.

"That's right." Yin frowned and raised his hand to press his forehead, "What should I do?"

The old lady rolled her eyes, took a step forward, and leaned closer and said, "Madam, I don't know if I have something to say or not."

Yin glanced at her and said, "Say."

"Jinglian Temple is a place where the gods are practicing cultivation. The lady went to pray to the Bodhisattva a few days ago." The woman paused and looked up at Yin, "I think that the wife just needs to remind Mr. Hou. The most important thing for the wife now is to give birth to a young man."

Yin's expression changed slightly. It would be fine if it was confirmed that this child had nothing to do with Mr. Cheng Jin. If it really had something to do, it would be very difficult to deal with it. If you offend the Bodhisattva, you would not be able to give birth to a son. Without a son, the person sent by the elder sister-in-law would be in the door, and his eyes flashed, "You are right, I should not be bothered by this matter."
Chapter completed!