Jingyu is about fifty years old, wearing a gray monk's robe and a nun hat with the same color on his head. He is in great spirits, with a red face and folded his hands together, "Senior Brother Jingye, Junior Brother Jinglin, Junior Brother Jingchen, polite and polite!"

"Jingchen has seen his senior brother, and he is polite!" Song Ruoxi returned the favor to Jingyu with Ye Jing.

"Senior brother, how are you good at Master?" After seeing each other, Jingyu asked about Huijin's recent situation.

"Master is in good health and recites scriptures and meditates every day." Jingye smiled.

"Master is good, but Junior Brother Jingchen is naughty and often says fallacies, which makes Master a headache." Jinglin said with a stern face.

"Senior Brother Jinglin, what I am talking about is not a fallacy." Song Ruoxi defended anxiously.

Seeing that Song Ruoxi was anxious, Jingyu smiled and said, "Junior Brother Jinglin, don't tease me, I'll really bother you if you are careful."

Jinglin pulled the corners of her mouth, and a faint smile appeared on her face, which had always been serious. Song Ruoxi was silent. He didn't expect that if there was another place, the serious senior brother Jinglin's personality would suddenly change, and he actually teased her.

"On the Flower Festival on February 12th, Princess Sheng Yu will hold a flower banquet in the peach garden. This is a good time. I wonder what identity my junior brother intends to appear?" Jingyu asked.

Song Ruoxi looked at Jingye and then she understood what was going on. How could she know what identity is appropriate?

"My junior brother has always been smart. What identity do you think is more appropriate?" Jingye threw the question back to Song Ruoxi.

Song Ruoxi frowned and thought for a while, and asked, "My surname is Su. I went to Beijing to look for relatives, but my relatives moved away. They were exhausted and had no money. The master of the temple was merciful and kept me in the temple for a while. Is this identity possible?"

Jingye closed his hands together and chanted the Buddha's chant, saying, "I am merciful and pity the suffering of the people. I have to use this temporary solution."

Jingyu and Jinglin clasped their hands together and recited the mantra of repentance.

Song Ruoxi raised his eyebrows. They are monks and monks do not lie. She is not a formal monk. It doesn’t matter if she lies, but to cooperate with her, she still has to lie and recite the mantra of repentance. Is it considered a desire to cover up?

The water on the stove boiled. Jingyu said while making tea: "It's not over, and I don't know what will happen. On that day, my junior brother will adapt to the situation."

"Okay." Song Ruoxi responded with a relaxed smile, but he felt a little uneasy.

In the early spring morning, with a hint of coolness, the peach blossoms in the courtyard were in buds and had not yet bloomed. Too early vegetarian, Song Ruoxi stood in the corridor in a semi-old plain cloth dress, looking up at the sky. The spring was bright, the breeze was blowing, and it would not rain. It was a good weather to visit relatives and friends.

Xiang Xiu walked out of the room, with two patches on her clothes on her body, holding a half-old cloak in her hand, and put it on Song Ruoxi's shoulder and said, "Miss, although it is already spring, it is still cold and will get sick."

"Hajiu!" As soon as Xiang Xiu finished speaking, Song Ruoxi sneezed as expected.

"Look, it's cold." Xiangxiu frowned angrily, "I will boil medicine later and add more yellow lotus."

"There is no yellow lotus in Chaihu Guizhi Decoction. If you put it randomly, it will poison your girl." Although Song Ruoxi was not easy to learn medicine because of his identity, he also read medical books and knew the prescription. He also followed Hui Jin to identify herbs. Seeing Xiangxiu say this, he looked at her funny and raised his hand to tie the strap of the cloak. "It was pollen that blew into his nose, not because he was cold. Don't be so nervous. Your girl is not made of paper, and it will be broken if you blow. Let's go, we should go to the city to look for relatives."

"Yes, girl." Xiang Xiu stepped forward to support her.

The whole set of acting is to avoid the suspicion of others. Of course, Song Ruoxi can also take the opportunity to go to the city to have fun. Song Ruoxi took Xiangxiu out from the side door of Taohua Temple. Yuanping drove the carriage for a long time. When he saw her coming out, he greeted her and whispered: "Uncle Master."

"Yuanping, thank you for your hard work, you can go there." Song Ruoxi smiled.

"It's not hard work, please get on the car!" Yuanping smiled, put down the little wooden scepter, and helped her up.

Yuanping sent Song Ruoxi and Xiangxiu to the city gate, then drove back to Taohua Temple and made an appointment with Shen Shizhi to pick them up again.

Song Ruoxi and Xiangxiu have ordinary appearance and shabby clothes, which cannot attract the attention of passers-by. No matter where time and space are, they always respect the silk clothes first and then the people. Moreover, the customs of Fujian are quite open-minded, and there are many big girls and wives on this street. Of course, the girls from wealthy families can wear veils and wear veils, while those from poor families do not pay so much attention to it.

Qingyuan is worthy of being the capital of Fujian. It is bustling and lively. Hawkers are busy and cheering on business on both sides of the street. Some sell buns, some sell rouge and water powder, and some sell calligraphy and paintings. From time to time, some people ride horses and ride cars by car, but the speed is not too fast. There is no such thing as the playboys riding horses to overturn the vendors' stalls in the TV series.

Song Ruoxi walked over to see the paintings hanging on the wall. The customer came to the door, but the scholar selling paintings didn't know how to attract business and sat at the table stupidly.

"Scholar, how much does this painting cost?" Song Ruoxi asked on his own initiative.

"Girl, draw a picture of five cents a piece." The scholar stood up and bowed to salute, with all the Confucian shirts on his body covered with patches.

"I bought this picture of lotus duck." Song Ruoxi chuckled.

Xiangxiu took out her purse, counted five cents to the scholar. The scholar took off the painting, rolled it up and handed it to Xiangxiu, and said gratefully: "Thank you, girl, thank you little sister."

After buying the paintings, Song Ruoxi continued to stroll along the street. He saw an old lady selling flowers in front of him. He walked over and bought a bouquet, which cost three cents.

"Xiangxiu, what do you like? I'll buy it for you." Song Ruoxi asked with a smile.

"I want to buy a comb."

Wooden combs are not expensive, only three cents.

While buying the wooden comb, Song Ruoxi fell in love with the two porcelain dolls in the stall next door, and bargained for nine cents.

A deer with a root carving cost six cents.

A carved jingshairpin, five cents.

After turning a corner, there was a small stall selling wontons in front of me. The unique aroma of food blew over with the wind, arousing the greed in Song Ruoxi's belly. "Xiangxiu, let's go eat a bowl of wontons before leaving."

"The girl is hungry, so it's OK to eat a bowl of wontons, but she can't buy anything again later."

"Why?" Song Ruoxi raised his eyebrows, and there was no fun at all just shopping and not buying.

“Because we have no money.”

"How can you..." Ji Yun gives her silver every year, and she saved up almost 200 taels. This time she went to Beijing, Song Ruoxi took all of her. Of course she didn't believe what she said was that she had no money. She turned her head and saw Xiangxiu pointing at the patch on her body. She came to her senses. She was a poor girl now, how could she be so generous? She smiled embarrassedly, "I know, I won't buy it."

"Girl, go and have wontons!" Xiangxiu smiled with a pursed lips.
Chapter completed!