Song Ruoxi shook his head, "It's not too late, it's time to use lunch."

Lu Fengyan picked up the chess piece into the chess box.

"Yunyan, who is your chess master?" Song Ruoxi asked softly.

"Uncle Liu is a chess fool."

"Who taught your flute?"

"Uncle Jiujing Bayin."

Uncle Six and Uncle Ninth, there are too many people in this family and there will be many things, and there will be troubles that cannot be explained. Song Ruoxi's eyes flashed and he drooped his eyelids and said, "The Lu family is very prosperous."

"The Lu family has been passed down from five generations to one generation, and the grandfather has three sworn brothers." Because it was passed down from five generations, Lu Xiuqi had high expectations for Lu Yan, and was very strict when teaching him, and never praised him easily. This made the gap between father and son deeper, and Lu Yan had a very harmonious relationship with the eight uncles of Yi.

"Which uncle teaches your martial arts?" Song Ruoxi breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile when he knew that it was just a brother of a different surname.

"My martial arts skills were not taught by my uncles. When I was six years old, I became a disciple of the orphan old man." After three days of getting along, Lu Fengyan had gradually relaxed and was willing to tell her own affairs.

If you call a master Gu Jue, it’s no wonder Lu Fengyan’s personality is so awkward. Song Ruoxi curled his lips and asked, “What weapons are you good at using?”

"sword."

"Dai Liren is not allowed in the temple, otherwise I will be able to see it." Song Ruoxi said regretfully.

"This sword is unsheathed and must be stained with blood. It's better that you don't know it." Lu Fengyan said seriously.

Song Ruoxi choked up, and this young man made her not know what to say. There was a long way to go in education.

After lunch, Song Ruoxi took a nap in the afternoon when he couldn't stand it. The silkworm girl was busy making pastries in the kitchen, so that Lu Fengyan could take her to the Jushi Building to eat. An Yu and Lu Fengyan sat in the shade in the courtyard, drinking tea and chatting.

"Yan'er, Jinglian Temple is a place of cultivation, and it is not convenient for a man to stay here for a long time. Let's go back tomorrow." An Yu said slowly.

Lu Fengyan pursed the corners of her lips, and the mother and son got together. It was only a few days ago that he was reluctant to leave so soon, but he also knew that An Yu's concerns made sense.

"Yan'er, you don't have to be sad or reluctant. We mother and son still have a day to meet. On the second day of May next year, I will attend the day you will be crowned." An Yu smiled gently.

"Mom, please take care of yourself." Lu Feng knew that she had made up her mind and could not change it, so he stopped persuading her.

"You must also take good care of yourself and don't vent your father anymore. As the saying goes, filial piety, if you follow him, you will be filial." An Yu instructed again with concern.

"I can listen to my mother." Lu Fengyan said this.

An Yu picked up the small brocade box beside him, handed it to him, and said, "This is the land deeds of several farms in Jingzhong and the sales deeds of several managers in the village."

"Mom, I don't want it."

An Yu smiled, "I can't use these external things in the temple. If I don't give them to you, who do you want my mother to give?"

His mother had only one son, and Lu Fengyan couldn't refuse her gift, so she accepted the brocade box.

An Yu took out another purse purse from her sleeve bag, "You took a jade pendant to find the channishi at the Caoyantang of Jingzhong, tell her your identity, she knows what to do."

"Mom, what are you doing?" An Yu's actions seemed to be explaining the funeral, which made Lu Fengyan feel sad, his face dark, and he asked coldly.

"Silly child, you grow up and want to get married and start a family and start a career. Could it be that you want to hire a job without any help? That would be beaten out." An Yu said funny.

Lu Yan's eyebrows moved slightly and said, "She said she wanted to consider it, but things were not settled."

"After a while, you'll find an opportunity to ask her if she's considering it. Look, Jingchen will not refuse you." An Yu was sure that Song Ruoxi would agree.

Lu Fengyan nodded, and a faint blush appeared on Leng Jun's face.

"After you go back, you may send someone to send me letters every month, or send someone to send some gadgets to Jingchen. In the letter, you may write more trivial things in the world, and choose the kind of gadgets that are exquisite and pleasing." An Yu taught her son how to please Song Ruoxi.

Lu Fengyan nodded again.

"When you send a letter or something, don't just report Jingchen's name. Just say it's given to your mother, and your mother will hand it over to her for you." The nuns in the temple were observing the temple rules and were not worried about gossiping, but the temple was full of incense, with many pilgrims coming and going, and An Yu said this, considering Song Ruoxi's reputation.

Lu Yan nodded again after receiving the teachings.

An Yu was teaching his son outside the house, and Song Ruoxi slept soundly inside the house, and everything seemed so quiet and beautiful.

When Song Ruoxi got up, An Yu didn't rush to chant the scriptures and said with a smile: "Let's go and match the couplets, I'll give you the first couplet, and you match the second couplets to see who is neatly right."

Song Ruoxi and Lu Fengyan both nodded.

Anyu came out of the first couplet, "In the inch of land is made into a temple. Next to the temple, the poem says: The bright moon sends the monk back to the ancient temple."

Lu Yan thought about it and wrote the second couplet, "Two trees form a forest, and the forest is prohibited. The prohibited words are: the axe and pound are used to enter the forest at the same time."

Song Ruoxi curled his lips, "Aunt An, you made such a difficult word to decompose from the beginning, I won't be right."

"I'm sluggish again." An Yu glanced at her, "If you think about it carefully, you will be sure to get it."

Song Ruoxi pondered for a long time and replied: "Hitaki's voice transmission, the sound is the meaning of the meaning: the spring water drips around the stone."

An Yu's bright eyes flowed and said the first couplet, "I see through Hongchen, and I will see through the broken shoes, ragged clothes and hats, and break them as soon as they are broken."

"We should practice in Seoul, and cultivate our self-cultivation and mind. We should practice early and cultivate our practice." Song Ruoxi told the story.

"Jingchen's couplet is neatly matched." An Yuzan said.

"Mom, let's have another couplet." Lu Fengyan was unwilling to say this couplet, and was even more disgusted with Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles.

An Yu glanced at him, and did not force him, and smiled and said, "Peals on the road, they often hold umbrellas without rain or wind."

"Birds fly in the forest, and they don't return to their nests at night." Lu Fengyan responded.

An Yu nodded with a smile. She came out the first couplet. Song Ruoxi and Lu Yan met the second couplet. Half an afternoon passed slowly. Shen Shizheng, An Yu wanted to go back to her room to recite scriptures and said, "You guys go back to your room to rest."

After leaving the yard and seeing no one around, Lu Fengyan asked, "Are you considering it?"

"I'll be in the middle of two years. If you believe it, remember to bring someone to meet my parents at that time." Song Ruoxi raised his lips and smiled slightly. Although Lu Feng's face may not be the best choice for her, she had no other choice.

Lu Yan knew that she had kissed her, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, and nodded and said, "I will be here that day."

In private, Yu Li was disagreeing, but the two did not send each other any love tokens. It was just a verbal agreement. Even if they were known, the two families would deny it, and others would not be able to take any major mistakes.

Song Ruoxi's birthday has passed, and Lu Wenyan did not continue to stay in the temple and left the next morning. Due to secular rituals, Song Ruoxiu did not go to see him off, but only sent Xiangxiu to bring a sentence, "Take care, and have a smooth journey."

As soon as Lu Fengyan left, Song Ruoxi returned to her previous routine. The slightest change was that she usually brought in scented embroidery or vanilla.

The little squirrel was kept in the yard for a few days and his injuries were healed. That morning, Song Ruoxi took a cage to release the animals, "Let's go, little guy, you're free."

The little squirrel jumped to the side, stared at her with his little eyes, and then disappeared into the woods after a few jumps. However, when Song Ruoxi and Vancao returned to the yard, they found that the little thing was lying on the tree in the yard, squeaking at her.

"Girl, this little thing has been back for a quarter of an hour. It seems that it is reluctant to let go of the girl." Xiang Xiu smiled while feeding it with pine nuts.

"Master said that everything has spirituality." Song Ruoxi smiled, "This little guy has heard the Sanskrit sound for so long, maybe he will cultivate to become a spirit in the future to repay us."

The ancients were superstitious, and Xiangxiu and Vanilla believed it without a doubt. More than ten years later, because someone's name was the same as the squirrel, they always felt that it was the squirrel who felt the Buddha's light and had to devote themselves to the human body and meet the girl. This is a later story, so I won't mention it for now.

The little squirrel seems to be attached to this warmth and kindness. Every day, he will come to the courtyard to turn around, jumping around in the trees. The squeaking sound adds a bit of life to the solemn temple.

On July 20, Lu Fengyan sent someone to send a set of ladies with color drawings.

"Jingchen, do you like it?" An Yu asked with a smile.

Song Ruoxi's eyes fluttered, his thin lips slightly raised, and he said, "Aunt An, this is what you teach him."

"I teach him how to do this, and he must do it." An Yu raised his eyebrows gently. "He gave you a baby, what do you want to give him?"

"This doll was not given to me by him, but by Aunt An. I should give it to Aunt An if I want to give it a thank you gift, so I won't give it to him." Song Ruoxi smiled sly.

"This is very true." An Yu knew that she was unwilling to leave her personal experience with Lu Fengyan, and she made people gossip and responded with a smile.

Song Ruoxi embroidered a small lotus screen and asked An Yu to pass it on to Lu Fengyan. Lu Fengyan placed the screen on the desk and met every day.

On August 29, Lu Fengyan sent someone to send a letter with him saying that he was attending the Heroes Conference. Song Ruoxi found that Lu Fengyan spoke with a pity for his words, but the writing was good, and the description was vivid, which made Song Ruoxi, who already had a martial arts complex, excited and almost wanted to leave the temple and walk around the world with his sword. "I really wanted to attend the Heroes Conference."

An Yu frowned and said with disgust: "There is nothing good to watch when fighting and killing."

"By the sword in the world, I will be happy to be revenge." Song Ruoxi waved it twice with the chopsticks.

"Jingchen, there are countless hideous things in the world, full of blood and tears. Blood is the blood of the loser, and tears are the tears of the weak, not something worth lingering." An Yu is a famous lady who is raised in the boudoir. Her martial arts were learned by chance. She is not a real person in the world. She only got in touch with the world after meeting Lu Xiuqi, but because of this connection, she was frightened. This is also the reason why the mother-in-law who was born in the wild is loved by the country. Therefore, she was not willing to let Lu Yan marry a woman in the world. She hopes that Song Ruoxi can keep Lu Yan away from the world, but Song Ruoxi's yearning for the world surprised her and gave her a warning.

Seeing An Yu's face change, Song Ruoxi said: "Aunt An, I know the world is dangerous. I'm just talking. I don't know martial arts. I will definitely die miserably when I walk in the world."

An Yu chanted the Buddha's name and said, "I just hope Yan'er can live her life safely and don't need him to be a hero."

Song Ruoxi understood An Yu's meaning, and in his reply to Lu Fengyan, he mentioned the affairs of the world and asked him carefully about trivial matters, such as snacks from all over the country, human customs, etc.

The sun rises and sunsets, and it continues over and over again. After the beginning of winter, the weather is colder one day, the lead clouds are low and gloomy, and heavy snow is approaching. At dusk, snow particles as big as beans are densely beaten down, and it takes a quarter of an hour. Large pieces of snowflakes fall down like torn cotton boulders. They last all night, and until dawn, they gradually become smaller.

After finishing washing, Song Ruoxi wrapped himself in a thick cotton coat and a warm hand stove, he came out to see the snow. It was white. The roof and treetops were covered with thick snow. The cold air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers. Where did the quiet fragrance of flowers come from on this snowy day? Looking around in surprise, I saw a tender yellow wintersweet flower in the corner of the wall.

Song Ruoxi walked over, pulled out the wintersweet, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently. It smelled so good. Where was the person who sent the flowers? She looked up at the roof and didn't see Shangguan Moxun. She smiled sweetly. The man was playing hide-and-seek like a child, and said loudly: "Moxun, thank you for your flowers. If you have time another day, I will invite you to drink."

Outside the courtyard, Shangguan Moxun heard this and remembered the incident of drinking with Song Ruoxi last year. His eyes flashed slightly, he curled his lips and smiled slightly, and turned around and left.

Song Ruoxi took the wintersweet into the house and found a coarse earthenware bottle to provide it. The weather was cold, and the door and window were closed, and there was a charcoal pot in the house. The fragrance of flowers was filled with the warmth.

In the afternoon, Hui Jin suddenly came over. Seeing the flowers in the bottle, his eyes flashed and he asked, "Where do you need this winter plum blossom?"

"Sent by someone else."

"Who gave it to you?"

Seeing Huijin asking anxiously, Song Ruoxi felt nervous, and hesitated for a moment, saying, "It was given by Mo Xun."

Huijin's eyebrows moved slightly, but his expression did not change, and he said calmly: "You take the third volume of the Lotus Sutra to be your teacher."

"Master, I don't know when he put the wintersweet in the yard, I didn't see him." Song Ruoxi didn't want to listen to the scriptures and explained with a bitter face.
To be continued...