little wife

Chapter 8

Then Zhao Daiyun should be studying in the academy at this time, why did she come to Taiqing Temple?

There was no such coincidence in the previous life, could it be that something happened in this life?
Ning Luo was puzzled, and even the delicious vegetarian food became dull.

Seeing that her expression was not right, the little Taoist quickly comforted her: "Although Miss Zhao is here, our temple master did not see her, but was accompanied by other uncles. It must be Ninth Miss, you are much more important."

"Dao Priest Qingxu is your temple master?" Ning Luo was startled.

"That's right, we look at the master's immortal demeanor. It looks like he is only thirty, but he is actually over forty." The little Taoist was very proud, "Not everyone sees him, even the emperor's relatives come to see him." This is no exception, the nine girls must have a destiny."

While the Taoist leader was talking, there was a burst of talking outside the house, and the voices of two women came one after the other.

"Why does sister-in-law insist on coming here?"

"I heard people in the capital praise the deliciousness of Taiqingguan's vegetarian food, so I naturally want to try it too."

"There are also in Miaoyu Palace, and the craftsmanship is no worse than here."

"Oh, it's more spacious here. Come with me to see what other people's houses have ordered."

While talking, someone came in from the door one after the other. One of the female Taoist priests was wearing a blue Taoist robe, white socks and white shoes. She was elegant and refined.

The woman who was accompanying Director Qiushui was about 30 years old, and said with a sinful smile: "I belong to An Guogong's family, may I ask if you are..."

Before Ning Luo could speak, Qian Momo went up to greet her and said, "So it's the eldest lady of Qian's mansion, please come this way, this is the Ninth Miss of our Ningguo mansion, it's really a fate to meet you today."

Madam Qian smiled reservedly, and immediately glanced around indiscriminately, frowning slightly.

Director Qiu Shui had no choice but to go forward and say hello: "Hello, Miss Nine."

Ning Luo was clear in her heart. It turned out that the marriage in the previous life was just a scheme planned by the two families. An Guogong was worried about his granddaughter's monastic practice, and his grandmother disliked his parents' deep love. It hit it off.

She stood up with a reluctance on her face: "Hello, Madam Qian, and Taoist Priest, this vegetarian dish is not oily at all, and it tastes really bad. If you like it, you can move it all away."

As soon as these words came out, Taoist Qiushui's expression changed immediately, and even Mrs. Qian was a little embarrassed, and quickly smoothed things over and said, "Maybe Ninth Miss eats a bit heavier on weekdays, what about your parents?"

"I'm alone," Ning Luo said innocently, "You look so pretty in this Taoist priest, why don't I wear a Taoist robe for fun too, Taoist priest, can I buy a set?"

The little Taoist was speechless at the side, Taoist Qiushui snorted softly, turned around and left, Madam Qian hurriedly trotted behind her.

"...This girl has no respect for her elders and no respect for saints. It can be seen that her parents have never had any family education."

"No...this...Qiu Shui, please walk slowly..."

The sound of the conversation between the two came into the ears, and a smile appeared on the corner of Ning Luo's mouth.

With Nanny Qian's bitter face, Ning Luo enjoyed this vegetarian meal very happily. The little Taoist priest watched from the side inexplicably. Why is this Ninth Girl so fickle?Sometimes gentle and amiable, sometimes arrogant and willful, what is going on?

The other courtyard of Ningguo Duke's Mansion is at the foot of the mountain not far from Taiqing Mountain, and they dangled all the way in a carriage.The spring flowers and green grass in the mountains make people feel refreshed at a glance.

A big stone in her heart was temporarily put down, and Ning Luo relaxed all over her body. Seeing that there was no one around, she ordered the carriage to stop by the side of the road, and went to the hillside next to Amethyst, and picked up a few unknown goose yellow plants. Little flowers, weave a wreath.

Today Ning Luo happened to be wearing an ivory-yellow embroidered dress, and her black hair was still tied behind her back with a belt. Once she wore this wreath, she looked like an elf in the mountains, light and playful.

"Ninth Miss is so pretty." Zijing's eyes showed envy, "I see, none of the noble ladies in the capital can compare to the young lady."

Ning Luo pursed her lips, pretending to be casual and said, "What about Zhao Daiyun?"

Zijing tilted her head and thought for a while: "Miss Zhao is indeed beautiful, she is breathtaking at first glance, but she will get tired of seeing more; but girl, you are so beautiful... people will never forget it, as long as you look at it first With the second eye, everyone will want to see the third eye and the fourth eye."

Ning Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and poked her forehead lightly: "You mean I'm not as good-looking as her, but I'm better-looking than her, right?"

"No," Zijing hurriedly waved her hands, "I can't say it with a stupid mouth... oh... the girl is of course beautiful... no one can compare!"

"Okay, I know." Ning Luo smiled, she also felt a little stupid, what's the point of such a comparison, Zhao Daiyun likes Yang Yan, and she will never have anything to do with Yang Yan in this life, so let her Be the only one in front of Yang Yan.

Talking and laughing, they arrived at Taiqing Bieyuan. Ning Luo was stunned just as she got off the carriage. Several carriages parked in front of the villa, but they obviously did not belong to the Ning Mansion.

Steward Sun of the Villa got the news early on, and was waiting at the door. When he saw Ning Luo, he came up to meet him: "Miss Nine, please come inside. Miss Nine's friends have already settled down."

"My friend?" Ning Luo was startled.

"Yes, Miss Zhao from Taiwei's Mansion has been waiting for Miss Nine for a long time." Steward Sun said respectfully.

A bad feeling rose in her heart, Ning Luo lifted the hem of the skirt, and walked in two steps in three steps: "Where is she?"

Guanshi Sun didn't know what happened, so he followed Ning Luo nervously and said, "Miss Zhao said she was tired, so I asked her to take a nap in the Fanguang Pavilion. Is there anything wrong with that?"

The Fanguang Pavilion is in front of the small slope on the north side of the villa. There are only a few nuns and maids resting inside, but Zhao Daiyun is not there. Before Steward Sun can ask, a burst of cheerful laughter came from behind.

Ning Luo walked around the courtyard in a few steps, and saw a large pear grove, full of branches full of pear blossoms blooming proudly in the green mountain scenery, like a fairyland.

In the pear blossom forest, a young woman is dancing gracefully in a long white plum blossom dress with fluttering sleeves. On her palm-sized face, a pair of red phoenix eyes are raised slightly, her eyebrows are unpainted but emerald, her lips are not pimples but vermilion. She opens her arms, pear blossoms They fell one after another, and the laughter was like jasper falling on a gold plate, echoing crisply in the midair of the pear forest.

Zhao Daiyun... what is she doing?
Before Ning Luo came back to her senses, Zhao Daiyun suddenly stopped dancing, covered her mouth in astonishment, raised her eyebrows towards the fence of the villa and asked, "Who are you? Why are you secretly looking at me?"

Following her gaze, she saw a handsome man in a white brocade robe floating down from the wall, with a sword hanging from his waist, his figure was outstanding.

It's Jing Yun Jing Yunxi!
A look of astonishment flashed across Jing Yun's eyes, he stared at Zhao Daiyun intently, paused for a moment, then walked towards her slowly, those originally sharp eyes were soft and confused, as if they fell on her through Zhao Daiyun. somewhere unknown.

Zhao Daiyun exclaimed in surprise, threw pear blossoms full of hands towards Jing Yun's head, and shouted calmly: "Bold! This is the other courtyard of Duke Ning's mansion, how dare you be presumptuous!"

The pear blossoms are like snow, falling one after another.

Ning Luo looked at them intently, this scene was so familiar, it was clearly the first meeting between her and Jing Yun in the previous life, but why did Zhao Daiyun become the protagonist?
Suddenly, a palpitation flooded her heart.

Steward Sun hurriedly stepped forward and explained to both sides. When Ning Luo came back to her senses, Zhao Daiyun had turned from surprise to joy, and came to Ning Luo in a few steps: "Sister Ning, I heard that you fell down and felt very sad. I have been thinking about it all the time, seeing you are well, my heart can be regarded as let go."

"Thank you, sister Zhao, for thinking about it." Ning Luo forced a smile, "Why is it such a coincidence that my sister is here at the foot of Taiqing Mountain?"

"The academy is on vacation today. I came here to pray for blessings in the Taiqing Temple because I have nothing to do. Don't be surprised if I come here abruptly." Zhao Daiyun had a composed expression, smiling sweetly, without any clues.

Ning Luo said with a smile: "If my sister sent me the letter in advance, I think I can arrange it more thoughtfully. Butler Sun, do you have melons and fruit tea? Please, sister Zhao, go over and take a nap."

Steward Sun responded respectfully: "Miss Zhao, please, the villain has already prepared tea in the Fanguang Pavilion."

Zhao Daiyun didn't intend to leave at all, she bowed slightly towards Jing Yun, her beautiful eyes were full of charm: "Mr. Jing, I was the one who was abrupt just now, why don't we go to the Fanguang Pavilion together, I will replace it with tea." Wine apologizes to you."

The moment of astonishment just now seemed to be Ning Luo's illusion. Jing Yun had already recovered his normal color, and he nodded indifferently, with the same proud expression as before: "Thank you Miss Zhao, I thought it was Yuanzhi in the villa, and I just came to him on a whim." I'm sorry for climbing over the wall. Don't bother me, I'll take my leave first."

He turned around and left, Ning Luo subconsciously wanted to keep him: "Brother Jing..."

Jing Yun looked back at her and frowned: "My head is broken, why don't you just rest at home and come here to play?"

Ning Luo was at a loss for words, and it took a while before she said angrily: "I'm bored at home, besides, I'm not here to play, I'm here to pray for my brother's Chunwei."

Jing Yun sighed almost inaudibly: "Don't you, a younger sister, know Yuan Zhi's thoughts?"

"I...I don't like my brother joining the army. If he leaves, I won't be able to see him," Ning Luo pursed her lips and said stubbornly, "Brother Jing, can you persuade him?"

Jing Yun looked at her as if he was looking at an unreasonable child, and after a while he said indifferently: "If you put her in the name of love, will the far one still be the one who is far away?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped onto the top of the tree, tapped a few times, and his posture was vigorous and graceful, just like a vulture disappearing into a sea of ​​emerald green.

(End of this chapter)