MTL - Feng Xing-Chapter 7

Sun Qinghua's eyes flickered in surprise.

The old lady looked at him with a smile, and smiled kindly: "My son received a letter from Mrs. Nan Wu, the wife of Wencheng, who sent someone to deliver it. The lady also sent someone to deliver some local specialties. I see her The meaning inside and outside the words seems to have the intention of marrying my family. You said that if Wencheng married the daughter of the Wu family, what would happen?"

"When did Wencheng meet the Wu family's daughter?" Obviously, this news was a bit unexpected for Sun Qinghua.

"Wencheng is talented, intelligent, and handsome. It's normal to be liked by a girl. Mother just asks you if this marriage is done, is it good or not?"

That is naturally excellent. Although Mr. Nan Wu lives in the mountains and does not enter the official career, there are quite a few of his students who are officials in the court. Moreover, the Wu family is also a well-known and prestigious family in the south of the Yangtze River. More importantly, Mrs. Nan Wu, she herself does not attract attention, but her father's surname is Song, and now she is the elder of the pavilion.

If the Sun family can climb the relationship between the Song family and the Wu family, let alone Sun Wencheng, even Sun Qinghua will benefit immensely. This will be a better marriage than the Fang family.

Sun Qinghua looked complicated.

The old lady glanced at him with a smile: "What? Do you feel bad?"

"I thought…"

"Do you think that mother only wants to marry Yue'er to Wencheng?" The old lady laughed and sighed, her old eyes glowed with wisdom: "Do you think your mother is really old and confused? I really feel sorry for Yueer, and I feel sorry for her when she was young. I lost my father, but I also feel sorry for Wencheng. She doesn't have a mother's family, and it won't help Wencheng to marry her. die."

That's the point of the talk, and Sun Qinghua never cared about the affairs of the back house, except to tell the old lady not to miss Sun Wencheng, and there was nothing else to say.

The second master, Sun Qinghua, left, as if nothing had happened, but whether it happened or not, both of them knew in their hearts.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, it gets hotter every day.

Fang Fengsheng is afraid of the cold as well as the heat, but this year is not like the previous years. Whenever ice is used, the steward always pushes and pushes. It will be delivered.

With ice, the scorching summer is much better.

In the second room of Wenqiu hall, the sill window was wide open, and an ice basin was placed on the rosewood table next to the wall. There was a breeze blowing in, and the room was dizzy and cool.

"My servant heard people say that the old lady has not been in good health for the past two days, so I invited a monk from Xuanmiao Temple to do it. The Xiwu Hall has been smoky these past few days, no wonder the girl's greetings have not been spared these few days."

Feng Sheng sat cross-legged on the Arhat bed by the window, with a few books spread out on the bed, and a few pieces of rice paper in front of her, holding a tube of Langhao small regular script pen, writing something on the paper from time to time.

"Girl, you said this is a nightmare, is it useful to invite a monk? What is a nightmare? Is it a nightmare?" Zhichun asked curiously.

Feng Sheng smiled: "Why are you asking this? Have you ever had nightmares?"

"My servant has never had a nightmare. I have heard people say that people who sleep with nightmares have done too many bad things to be haunted. I have never done anything bad."

After finishing speaking, Zhichun also realized that she had said something wrong, and smiled embarrassedly at Feng Sheng with her tongue out. To sum up, Zhichun is also a very naughty girl, but this side has also been shown in front of Fang Fengsheng.

"You!" Feng Sheng shook his head helplessly.

"By the way, girl, the servant has heard one more thing."

"What's the matter?" Zhichun is not a person who likes to hide words, her hesitation to speak aroused Feng Sheng's curiosity.

"Didn't a distinguished guest come to the mansion two days ago? The second master paid special attention to it, arranged the distinguished guest in the banyan garden, and ordered the idlers not to intrude if there is nothing to do."

Feng Sheng heard about this from Zhichun.

"And then? Since when did you learn how to play tricks, girl?"

"I'm not trying to keep you secret. I'm afraid you'll forget about it. Then yesterday, the third girl from the first room and the fourth girl from the second room played by the lake with their girls. Somehow, they broke into the banyan garden. That distinguished guest was thrown out by the people in the garden."

Uh?

The Banyan Garden is facing the Jinghu Lake, and it is the most scenic place in the entire Sun Mansion, and it is also the guest courtyard of the Sun Mansion. As the magistrate of Shaoxing, Sun Qinghua would inevitably be visited by friends or adults from official circles, and this banyan garden was specially designed to entertain distinguished guests.

But throw the two unmarried girls of Yunying out of it?

Feng Sheng blinked.

Zhichun pursed her lips and smiled: "Anyway, it was quite embarrassing. The fourth girl was crying heartbroken. Many servants have heard about it. Today the second wife found a doctor for the fourth girl and prescribed some medicine for bruises. It is said that the fourth girl The girl broke her ass."

Well, Fang Fengsheng finally understood where Zhichun's smile was.

She couldn't help it either, and laughed.

"My servant heard people say that the distinguished guest who lives in the Banyan Garden is a very handsome young master. I guess the second and fourth young ladies have taken a fancy to that young master."

Zhichun was right, but his words were too superficial. Let Fang Fengsheng see that the distinguished guest was extraordinary, so the Sun family felt attached to him.

The longer she stays at the Sun's house, the more Feng Sheng loathes this place. On the surface, she appears to be sanctimonious, but in fact there are all kinds of gossip behind the scenes. Let the two Yunying unmarried girls go to climb the dragon and the phoenix, I don't know what they are thinking.

Xiaodie came in from the outside, stood outside the door of the second room and reported: "Fourth grandma, the old lady invited you over."

Feng Sheng put down his pen: "Did you say something?"

"I don't know about this servant, but the person who came here only said that Fourth Grandma would be invited to visit."

Feng Sheng got off the couch, Zhichun helped her put on her shoes, she went to change into decent clothes, and took Zhichun to Xiwu Hall.

Zhichun was right, the Xiwu Hall was really smoky, and traces of the practice could still be seen in the courtyard.

The weather was already hot, and although there was wind, it couldn't blow away the smell that seemed to be burnt.

I haven't seen the old lady for a few days. She has changed a lot, and she seems to be much older all of a sudden.

Wearing a napkin on his head, he half leaned on the soft pillow, looking tired. Mother Zhou was feeding her medicine, Feng Sheng saluted, and the old lady swallowed the medicine in her mouth before raising her hand.

"Okay, you don't need to be so polite, I have something to call you here today."

"I don't know what orders grandma has?"

The old lady didn't speak.

Zhou's mother next to her said: "The old lady is not in good shape recently, and I have seen the master. The master did the trick and said that a junior in the family is needed to help the old lady copy the scriptures. The young masters of the big house, the fourth grandmother is I know, the fourth young master is not here, the girls are still young, and their handwriting is not good. The old lady thought of counting in the house, only the fourth grandma can write well, and even the fourth young master is full of praise, so she I want to ask Grandma Fourth to help me copy the scriptures."

"Grandmother has something to do, granddaughter-in-law should do her part, how can she say she is asking for it. Since grandma can appreciate Feng Sheng's handwriting, Feng Sheng is naturally willing."

"The master said that copyists should hold a pious heart and pray for the old lady."

"That's natural."

Just as she was talking, the girl came over with a tray, on which was placed a volume of scriptures, on which were written "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vow Sutra" in large characters.

"The master said to copy this scripture nine times. Nine represents infinity, and it also represents the infinite piety of the copyist."

Nine times, when will it be copied?

Zhichun's eyes were surprised, Fang Fengsheng's eyes flickered, but he still smiled.

"In addition, the master said that the old lady lacks water in her life, so the place where the scriptures are copied should be near water. The servant girl and the old lady checked, and the mansion is also near Bixuan's place, so fourth grandma..." Mother Zhou paused After a pause, she seemed to feel that this request was too much, and she was a little embarrassed: "The servant has already ordered someone to clean up the place, and everything is in place. The fourth grandma only needs to go there every day, and she can ask Qiutang at night. "

The old lady coughed and said, "Feng Sheng, thank you for your hard work."

"No matter what my grandmother said, being filial to the elders should be what the younger generation should do."

"The servant is here to thank the fourth grandma on behalf of the old lady."

The next day, after Fang Fengsheng went to Xiwu Hall to greet him, he took Zhichun to Linbixuan.

Linbixuan is located in the back garden of the Sun Mansion, facing Jinghu Lake. Shaoxing has a lot of water, and the water in this lake is brought in from the Fuhe River. There are willow trees planted by the lake. In summer, the cool breeze blows, which is the most refreshing.

This is also one of the best places in the entire Sun Mansion, second only to the Banyan Garden.

Looking at the ridge of the house hidden behind the lush trees not far away, Zhichun, who was helping Feng Sheng organize the pens, ink, papers and inkstones, said: "Girl, this place is quite close to the banyan garden. The second master said that each house should restrain the female relatives." And the girls below, trespassing is not allowed near the banyan garden, and I don’t know if this counts as trespassing?"

Feng Sheng knew this without looking, in fact, she had discovered this as early as when she first arrived at Lin Bixuan. Linbixuan is a water pavilion, built facing the quiet lake, and the Banyan Garden is also built facing the lake, with a tree-lined path between the two.

"It was the old lady who asked us to come here to copy the scriptures. After all, the two places are separated by a place. As long as you and I don't mess around, the rest has nothing to do with us."

Zhichun always felt that there was something in the girl's words, but when she asked her to think about it, she couldn't think of what it meant, so she could only think that she was thinking too much.

She went to fetch water to clean Feng Sheng's hands, Feng Sheng came to the desk and sat down, closed his eyes for a moment, then picked up a pen dipped in ink, and began to write on the rice paper.

Small black and round characters appeared in her pen.

Feng Sheng wrote in lower case. This kind of small characters are mostly used for daily needs, from small letters to large exam papers, they all use small characters.

Su Dongpo once said: Big characters are difficult to be dense and seamless, and small characters are difficult to be generous. When writing large characters, due to the large area that can be written, it is inevitable to give people a mentality that can be freely swayed, and as a result, the characters are easy to become loose. Small characters can be written on the contrary. Because the area available for writing is too small, the writer is afraid that they will not be able to write.

The so-called impossibility refers to this.

Being able to write good small characters, not to mention which style it is, at least in one aspect of the book, it can be regarded as a little success.

Fang Fengsheng's small characters are very well written, tall and straight, graceful, round and neat. The whole writing seems to have the same strokes, but the words are different and coordinated, and it is difficult to hide the spirit of high spirits.

Zhichun was fascinated by watching from the side, deeply hated that she had followed the girl for many years, and the girl taught her a lot, but unfortunately she is just muddy and cannot support the wall, and the words she has written so far will probably be enough for people to recognize.

Of course she didn't forget to grind ink for Feng Sheng, as the thick black ink slowly grinded out, she went back to the past in a trance.

The girl burns the lamp to read at night, and her red sleeves add fragrance.

"What are you thinking?"

From the corner of her eye, Feng Sheng watched this silly girl rubbing her ink, squatting there with her chin in her hand, her soul wandering in vain.

Goofy look.

"My maidservant thinks back to the past. In the past, it was a girl who wrote calligraphy, and my maidservant and Zhiqiu helped you grind ink. Girl, tell me, when can we leave here?"

"That depends on when the old lady thinks of a way."

"When did the old lady think of a way? The slaves went to see it yesterday, and the old lady seemed not in good spirits. She is so old, it feels so hard for her to do this. Girl, you say we are really tired, pass the ladder For this matter, Uncle Yu went to buy special products, you imitated the letter, and she accepted the things, why is there no movement?"

"How do you know that the old lady didn't think of a way? Maybe the old lady has already made a move, but we haven't discovered it yet." Hearing the faint voice, Feng Sheng said without raising his eyebrows.

"Have you made a move yet?"

The rest, because Zhichun also heard the voice, stopped abruptly.

"Master, be careful where you step."