After An Yu finished what he wanted to say, she asked Song Ruoxi to call Lu Yan in and smiled and said, "Yan'er, how about you playing a game with Jingchen?"

"Okay." Lu Fengyan would not refuse any request from An Yu. Besides, he could use chess skills to see his character, kill two birds with one stone. He lifted up his brocade robe and sat down next to the chessboard, raised his hand slightly, "Please."

"Please ask first." Song Ruoxi was used to holding white, so Lu Fengyan took a black piece and landed it on the chessboard to start the game.

Lu Fengyan was meticulous and thought about how to play the next three. His layout was tight and he was not leaking. Song Ruoxi did not learn chess as usual after learning about An Yu. He was a little weak in layout, but he was stronger in breaking the situation.

One is good at making plans and the other breaks the deadlock, and the two are equally matched.

A true gentleman who was watching chess without saying anything, An Yu did not give any advice to Song Ruoxi, sat quietly beside him, looking at them with a loving face, with a happy smile on his lips, and only felt that the man and woman in front of him were golden boys and jade girls, and after marriage, they would be harmonious and loving.

One piece fell one after another, and as the chess pieces fell more and more, the board was densely covered with black and white chess pieces. Song Ruoxi frowned and thought for a long time, put the white piece in his hand back into the jade box containing the chess pieces, "I lost."

Lu Fengyan threw the blackzi into the jade box, picked up the cup to drink tea.

"It's a pity to lose with half of your eyes." An Yu smiled faintly.

"Of course you will lose, of course you will lose, there is no regret." Song Ruoxi was defeated by An Yu's men. He had long been less concerned about the outcome. He smiled slightly and cleaned up the chess pieces on the chessboard.

Lu Fengyan looked at Song Ruoxi with a slightly brighter look. This woman was not angry about losing chess, and she was willing to admit defeat calmly. She had good chess quality and her character should not be bad.

At this time, the villain came in to report: "Mr., the lunch thai is ready, please go to the side room to use the thai."

"Jingchen doesn't need to clean up, just put it there. Let's go and use lunch first." An Yu stood up and smiled.

Song Ruoxi curled a hint of smile on the corner of her lips. An Yu has always liked to be neat. Every time she finished playing chess, she had to clean up the chessboard no matter what time it was. But today she changed her normal behavior. It can be seen that she couldn't wait to go to lunch with her son, and she didn't care about anything else.

Because in the temple, Wuzhai was full of vegetarian dishes, An Yu was worried that Lu Fengyan would not be used to eating it, so she said softly: "There are Bodhisattvas in the temple, so you can't use meat and fish, so you feel wronged."

"Don't feel wronged." Lu Fengyan used his actions to explain that he did not feel wronged by eating vegetarian food. After eating a bowl of rice, he asked Silkworm to serve a bowl. He had picked up many dishes on the table and ate them for each dish.

Song Ruoxi's eyes fluttered, and he pursed his lips and smiled wickedly. In order to make his mother happy, this kid was not afraid of suffocating so much.

"Yan'er, eat more." An Yu was very happy to see that Lu Fengyan liked to eat, so she kept picking up food for him, "Eat more."

"Mom, I'm full." Lu Fengyan put down the bowls and chopsticks, his tone was soft, no longer full of ups and downs.

"Yan'er, you live in the temple and you must abide by the rules of not eating after noon. If you don't eat more, you will be hungry later." An Yu continued to pick up food for him, "Eat more."

"Aunt An, no matter how much you eat now, you will still be hungry later. Why not make some pastries and let him take them to eat." In fact, Song Ruoxi always felt that monks were deceiving themselves if they didn't count pastries in food. Isn't this pastry made of rice and noodles?

"Yes, yes, you can bring some pastries over and eat them when you are hungry." In a word, An Yu, who was immersed in the feelings of a loving mother, got up and went to the kitchen to let the silkworm prepare pastries.

There were Song Ruoxi and Lu Fengyan left in the house. One continued to pull the rice grains from the bowl, and the other was holding the cup and drinking tea expressionlessly.

After counting the dozens of rice in the bowl of Song Ruoxi, An Yu walked in gracefully with a five-layer large food box. Song Ruoxi shook his head amused. In just one night, Lu Fengyan could not finish the five plates of pastries. Oh, Aunt An is now a kind mother with only a son in her heart, and she still has the same way to stop the world and convert to Buddhism.

"Jingchen, I'll send Yan'er to the lay Buddhist building." An Yu saw that Song Ruoxi had finished his meal and immediately drove him away. After all, Lu Fengyan was an adult man and could not stay in Jinglian Temple for too long. He had to hurry up and let the two get along. Although doing this was not in line with courtesy, she also made such arrangements that they hoped that they would be affectionate with each other, and that they would not force themselves to make up for a couple.

"Aunt An, I haven't had any tea after dinner!" Song Ruoxi looked at An Yu strangely. Not long after the mother and son met, why did she be so anxious to let Lu Fengyan go to the lay Buddhist building?

"The tea is cold, don't drink it anymore. You go to the lay Buddhist building and make a pot of hot tea there to drink." An Yu continued to drive people away.

Song Ruoxi reached out to open the lid of the cup, a stream of heat rushed up, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled with a crooked smile: "Aunt An, the tea is still hot!"

Lu Fengyan glanced at Song Ruoxi, lowered her eyelids, and said calmly: "Mom, let's go after drinking tea."

Seeing his son turning a corner to talk to Song Ruoxi, An Yu was happy. He knew that his son had a good impression of Song Ruoxi, and he changed his words with a smile: "Okay, then wait until you finish your tea before returning to the lay Buddhist building together."

Aunt An followed her words to her son. Song Ruoxi's bright eyes flowed, and the smile on her lips became stronger. She picked up the teacup, took a sip, slowly and tasted it slowly without any rush.

Seeing this, An Yu showed a doting smile on her face. The child was naughty again. But that's fine. Yan'er's personality is too calm and Jingchen is lively and cute. If the two complement each other, they will definitely be happy together.

No matter how slowly a cup of tea was drunk, she still finished it. Song Ruoxi stood up and said, "Please, Mr. Lu."

"Jingchen, you call him Duyan, what's your name? Mr. Lu? Why do you want to be so kinky?" An Yu glanced at Song Ruoxi with a angrily and said with a smile.

Song Ruoxi tilted his mouth, and said without any worries about the symmetry, "Yunyan, I'll send you back to the lay Buddhist building."

Lu Fengyan stood up and said to An Yu, "Mom, I'll go there first."

"Okay, come here tomorrow and have a good rest today." An Yu said softly.

Lu Fengyan nodded and walked out the door first.

"Aunt An, I'm leaving." Song Ruoxi followed him out.

After leaving the courtyard, the two of them kept a three-step distance apart. The afternoon sun was bright and dazzling. The nuns either had lunch in the Zen room or found a cool place to escape the summer heat. There was no sound in the temple.

Lu Fengyan looked at the slender back in front of her, her eyes slightly darkened. His mother hoped that he could marry her, but he did not refuse. He was not a wife of a similar relationship, and he didn't care who would marry her. However, among the girls selected by Lu Xiuqi and the girls his mother liked, he preferred what his mother liked, not to mention that this girl had saved him. Fortunately, the more merciful Uncle Jiu came to that day, otherwise this bold girl might have been silenced, and there would be no such thing as today.

"Jingchen." Lu Fengyan called in a low voice.

"Hmm?" Song Ruoxi turned around, with a puzzled look, "You call me?"

"Jingchen is your Dharma name?" Lu Fengyan was surprised that Song Ruoxi lived in the temple. A woman wanted to marry and manage her family. If she read too many scriptures, she would be indifferent and quiet. Her mother was hurt by Lu Xiuqi and she would avoid Buddhism. She was not old and should not be hurt by love. Why did she live in the temple for a long time?

"Yes."

"Why is this name?"

Song Ruoxi thought for a moment and said, "When Master gave me the Dharma name, he said, "The Bodhisattva sat upright on the lotus platform, quietly observing the world, pitying all sentient beings, and wishing to overcome all sufferings with boundless Buddhist teachings. She hopes that I can also practice Zen and realize the truth and achieve the right result."

"You want to save all living beings?" Lu Feng's eyebrows slightly moved. Although he didn't care who he married, he would marry a woman who was not a common thing and only knew Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles, no one would take care of the affairs in the house.

Song Ruoxi smiled and shook his head, saying self-deprecatingly: "I have not yet completed my worldly relationship and cannot see through this world. My six senses are impure, I cannot become a monk, and I have no ability to save all sentient beings."

"Will you stay in the temple all the time?"

"No, I'm going home in September next year." Song Ruoxi curled his lips.

"Don't you want to go back?" Lu Fengyan heard the depression in her tone.

"Somewhat." Song Ruoxi let out a long breath and frowned, not wanting to say more about this, "Let's go! The sun is so sunny."

Lu Fengyan followed her with her hands behind her back. It turned out that she would live in the temple for a long time, and she had no choice but to force her to live in the temple. I think there must be some reason that she would not want to mention, and there was a hint of pity in her cold eyes.

From the courtyard where Anyu lived to the Jushi Building, it almost crossed the entire Jinglian Temple. Even if Song Ruoxi kept walking towards a cool place, she was still sweating from the scorching sun. However, this has something to do with the thick monk's robe. Song Ruoxi missed the light and thin fabrics of modern times countless times.

Turning from the side door to the Jushi Building, Song Ruoxi fanned the air with his hand and turned around and said, "It's finally here, you can go in quickly!"

Lu Fengyan looked at her face that was red by the sun, pink and tender, as seductive as crystal cake, and a strange color flashed through her eyes.

"Mr. Yuan Ding, please arrange a meditation room for this donor." Yuan Ding of Guan Jushi Building is over 40 years old, and Song Ruoxi speaks to her very politely.

"Yes, uncle." Yuan Ding saluted respectfully, not negligent because Song Ruoxi was young.

"Don't you go in for a cup of tea?" Lu Fengyan asked.

"No need, I'm so hot and sweating all over." Song Ruoxi hurriedly went back to take a shower and change his clothes.

"See you tomorrow."

Song Ruoxi was stunned for a moment and smiled, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

As soon as he entered the gate of the courtyard, Song Ruoxi shouted loudly: "Xiangxiu prepares water quickly, I want to take a shower, it's so hot."

"Girl, you're screaming again." Xiang Xiu walked out of the room and frowned.

Song Ruoxi spitted his tongue, stopped, and showed a standard reserved appearance of a lady from a noble family, cleared his throat and said, "Xiangxiu goes to prepare water, girl, I want to take a shower." He blinked and added with a mischievous smile, "It's a complete result!"

Xiang Xiu was both angry and funny, "Girl, be serious!"

Song Ruoxi smiled, "I understand! I understand! Go and prepare the water."

"Okay!" Xiang Xiu responded helplessly and accepted his fate to prepare the bath water.

Song Ruoxi entered the door with a smile, and Vanilla came up and presented a round fan with lotus embroidered. She took the fan and praised: "Vanilla is so smart!"

Vanilla pursed her lips and smiled.

"Wash up and down, rub left and right, rula la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, I love taking a bath so many bubbles... bah bah bah bah bah." Song Ruoxi half-squinted his eyes and soaked in a warm bathtub. His long hair was covered with a sandalwood hairpin on his head. The water washed away the sweat and heat, refreshing and comfortable. He sang the song randomly. As soon as he hummed a half, he curled his lips in disgust. Today, he was nervous, how could he suddenly sing this extremely childish song?

Xiangxiu knocked on the wooden door lightly and said, "Miss, have you washed it? The two mothers who came last time are here and want to see you."

"Oh, I know, I'll come out soon." June 19th is Song Ruoxi's birthday. Every year Ji Yun sends people to send gifts, so Song Ruoxi thinks it is Zhuyuan and Liu Siniang.

Song Ruoxi returned to the room, but found that it was not from the Song family, but from the person sent by Chen Mo. He frowned and asked unhappily: "Why are you here again?"

The woman didn't care about Song Ruoxi's expression at all, and kowtowed respectfully, "I wish you goodbye to the girl, my daughter will be blessed."

"No need to be polite, get up!" Song Ruoxi was still not used to this kneeling ceremony. Even if he was unhappy, he did not deliberately make things difficult for them and asked them to continue kneeling.

"Miss Xie." The two women kowtowed and stood up.

"If you have anything, sit down and talk." Song Ruoxi was extremely depressed. He didn't know how to get rid of Chen Mo who was in a state of dissipation.

"In a few days, it will be the 19th day of June. I will ask my slave to send a birthday gift to congratulate the girl on the beauties." The woman picked up the big red wood carved brocade box next to her and sent it to Song Ruoxi. Another woman went forward and opened the lid of the box. It was shining brightly. In the tray was a pair of lotus golden phoenix hairpins with five-winged pearl rubies.

The woman took out the tray containing the golden phoenix hairpin. On the second tray was a golden hairpin with cloud phoenix patterns. A phoenix soared in the Ruyi cloud pattern made of golden silk.

On the third tray is placed a pair of gold-inlaid jade hairpins, and the jade is carved into the character "Buddha" and is connected to the white jade lotus-shaped bracket.

On the fourth tray, there is a pair of two phoenixes holding golden hairpins with longevity fruits. The top of the hairpin is a flower support made of golden silk. There is a phoenix bird standing in the middle of the flower. The bird holds a longevity fruit. The bird's body and wings are pinched with golden silk. Standing in the stamens, it trembles slightly, spreading its wings to fly, which is quite pleasant.

Jewelry is all fine and expensive. However, on Song Ruoxi's birthday last year, Chen Mo did not send a birthday gift. If something goes wrong, there must be a reason. His eyes flashed slightly. He picked up the lotus leaf tea from vanilla, took a sip, and said, "You shouldn't come just to send birthday gifts. If you have anything to say, you don't have to go around the corner."

The two mothers looked at each other, and the round-faced woman smiled and said, "When the girl says, I will take a woman named Lu as her concubine in early May."

"What then?" Song Ruoxi asked calmly.

The round-faced woman looked up at Song Ruoxi, and saw her calm expression, she continued: "I asked my slave to tell the girl that Aunt Lu will not affect the status of the girl, nor will I let Aunt Lu give birth to a child. Please rest assured if the legitimate son lives in the back."

Song Ruoxi sneered at Chen Mo's words and said coldly: "I have nothing to worry about. Go back and tell him that no matter how many concubines he takes, it has nothing to do with me. I never thought of marrying him. He should not be too sentimental. You can bring these jewelry back to him, and I don't need it."
To be continued...