At noon, Shangguan Moxun arrived as promised, "Sister-in-law is willing?"

"You give this to your elder brother!" Song Ruoxi handed him the brocade box.

"What is this?" Shangguan Moxun frowned.

"I don't know. Aunt An asked me to hand over this thing to you and take it back to your elder brother. She said, "Your elder brother will understand after reading it." Song Ruoxi told a small lie, but he dared not say that this letter was to persuade Lu Xiuqi to become a monk.

"Thank you." Shangguan Moxun smiled. With this letter, it can relieve the pain of longing for the elder brother and the fatigue of the brothers.

"You're welcome." Song Ruoxi smiled a little guiltyly, "Take me to see the plum blossoms, this is a kind of courtesy exchange."

"Goodbye, there will be a date later!" Shangguan Moxun didn't say much, bowed and said goodbye, rushed back to deliver the letter.

Song Ruoxi watched him go away, turned around, was startled, patted his chest, and said angrily: "Master, don't stand silently behind others. People are scary, they will be scary."

"Sorry, I won't know how to do it next time." Hui Jin clasped his hands together and said.

Song Ruoxi smiled and said, "The sky is gloomy and it's going to snow again. Master, let's go in quickly!"

When the master and apprentice returned to the Zen room, a heavy snow fell down, and in a blink of an eye, the ground was covered with silver. The people from the Song family arrived at Jinglian Temple on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. Just like in the previous two years, they failed to pick up their girl and returned to Guangling Mansion with Huijin's letter.

Zhu Yuan specifically reminded Song Ruoxi when she left, "Miss, the names of these three and four girls are rural, and they don't look like people around her serving the girls. It's better for girls to change."

Song Ruoxi didn't care about these trivial matters, but in order to avoid being told by others to go back to the Song family in the future, it would be better to change the names of the two of them.

"Sanya, what kind of name do you want to change?" Song Ruoxi asked Sanya for his opinion democratically.

Sanya smiled, "I'm the one who's the name of me is all up to the girl."

"This is your name. You should decide what you like."

"I'm calling my name for the girl. If the girl likes it, just call it casually. I have no objection."

"This is reasonable. No one will be fine and call his own name." Song Ruoxi smiled and thought for a while, "You call it Xiangxiu, the fragrance of fragrance, the embroidery of embroidery."

"This name sounds nice, Miss Xiangxiu Xie gave her a name."

Si Ya looked at Song Ruoxi with a look of anticipation.

"The name of Si Ya." Song Ruoxi's eyes fluttered, "It is called vanilla, the fragrance of fragrance, the grass of grass, I hope you are as tough as grass, and the wild fire cannot burn it all, and the spring breeze will be alive."

"Thank you girl." Xiangxiu helped Vancao thank him.

Vanilla bowed her body and gave her a happy heart.

In the twelfth lunar month, secular beings were busy celebrating the New Year, and few people came to the temple to enjoy incense. The nuns were free. They had morning and evening classes every day, chanting scriptures and meditations, and time passed by little. New Year's Eve is the ninth year of Fengde, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the Lantern Festival. Li Zhenpin gave birth to a son in the palace, and the dragon face was very happy and celebrated with the whole world. Emperor Fujian already had six daughters, but no son, so he naturally attached great importance to the little prince. The little prince's biological mother, Zhenpin, was promoted to the imperial concubine and issued an order to announce the presidency of the four major national temples to come to Beijing. On the day of the full moon, he prayed for the little prince in the royal ancestral hall.

"Jingchen, you will come to Beijing with your senior brother tomorrow and go pack your luggage." Huijin said.

"Okay." Song Ruoxi was very happy to be able to go down the mountain to play. Without thinking too much, he got up and walked towards the door.

"Jingchen, the Song family is in the capital, you'd better not meet the Song family." Huijin added slowly.

Song Ruoxi stopped at his feet, turned his head, and asked with a bitter face: "Master, are you kidding me?"

Hui Jinzhengyan said, "I am a teacher for your own good and I remind you. Why are you teasing you?"

"I still won't go, but who knows if I can avoid it? If I don't avoid it and cause trouble, Master, you blame me for being unobedient, and then asked me to copy scriptures and read scriptures." Song Ruoxi pouted.

"Go and tell Mr. An Yu to listen to her opinion." Huijin lowered her eyelids and pulled the rosary in her hand.

Song Ruoxi's eyes lit up, "I understand."

Pushing open the door, Song Ruoxi turned around and said with a smile: "Thank you, Master!"

Hearing Song Ruoxi running away, Huijin chuckled and shook her head. Although this child was a little lively, he was a smart and sensible child who knew what to do and what to do. He had been in the temple for more than two years, and had been obedient and did not run around.

Song Ruoxi told An Yu about the matter and asked, "Aunt An, is there any way to change his appearance?"

An Yu smiled and said, "Yes."

"What's the way?" Song Ruoxi remembered the plot in the TV series, and his eyes shone, "Is it a human skin mask?"

"It's a human skin mask." An Yu took out a small black box from the box placed in the corner and opened it with three human skin masks. "This was given to me by Mo Xun's mother before, there were ten in total. When I left the Lu family, I used three of them. I haven't used these seven. I'll give them to you."

"Thank you, Aunt An." Song Ruoxi took the box and looked carefully. They were three masks of different ages, all of which were exquisitely made. Three ordinary girls, one ugly woman, one wrinkled old woman, and two men's masks. He picked up one of the girls' faces, "I'll wear this one."

"Okay." An Yu carefully taught Song Ruoxi how to wear and take it, and told her, "Your skin is white and tender, and the skin is slightly darker. Careful people will see the flaws from their necks. You can use powder to cover it up."

"Okay, I understand." Even if you meet the Song family, Song Ruoxi is not afraid of being recognized.

At this time, Song Ruoxi did not understand the profound meaning of Huijin's arrangement. The next day, Jingye set out to Beijing, and Song Ruoxiu accompanied him, and there were eight people including Xiangxiu, Jinglin, Yuanping, Yuanping and Yuanxiu. Ten people were in three carriages.

Before leaving, Huijin specifically reminded him, "The rosary of the Vajra Bodhi Seed cannot be separated from his body."

"I know, I don't want to faint for no reason."

"Don't go to see Jian'er, even if you meet him, you have to pretend not to know him."

"I know, I won't go to see her." Not to mention that Jian'er's silly girl is straightforward and can't play, that Tuo Yan is enough to make Song Ruoxi retreat.

"Don't ask for her news."

Song Ruoxi frowned and puzzled, "Can't you even ask about the news? I want to know if she is doing well?"

"As soon as the opportunity comes, you will know that you don't have to worry about inquiries, so as not to cause trouble."

"Okay, I get it."

"Get into the car!" Huijin smiled.

"Goodbye, Master!" Song Ruoxi got in the car and left.

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Chapter completed!