The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 407
She asked herself that she was not a sentimental person, nor would she cry over trivial matters, but at this moment, she just wanted to cry!

"Come in." Walking past her two sons and daughters like flowing water, Mingche entered the hall where Amitabha Buddha was enshrined.

When the bhikkhuni master who was on duty inside said a few words in a soft voice, the master walked out with his hands clasped together.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Su Xiazhi hurriedly wiped away the tears from her eyes and then walked into the hall.

The statue of Amitabha Buddha facing us is the only Buddha statue in the whole room. He is so illusory in the light and shadow of the ever-burning lamp in front of the incense table and the rising cigarette.

Su Xiazhi couldn't help looking at the Buddha statue intently, trying to see the expression on the Buddha statue's face clearly through the illusory smoke.

It's just that she just walked from a bright place outside the house to a place with a little light, and her eyesight seems to have declined a lot.

Mingche picked up three sticks of incense from the incense table, lit them with the help of the long-burning lamp, and inserted them into the incense burner one by one.

After taking a few steps back, she knelt devoutly on the futon, and got up after paying homage to the Buddha.

"Sit." These futons were scattered on the ground, she pointed at them casually, and sat down casually.

Su Xia to Min Lansheng and Min Qinglan followed her example and found futons to sit down on.

"Your father is no longer here. Many things in the past are only said through mother's mouth. You may be half-believing."

"That's why Mother chose to talk to you about those old things in the hall."

"Everyone says 'do not do evil before the Buddha', every word my mother tells you here is not a lie. If there is even half a lie, my mother vows to fall into the Avici Hell forever."

The tone was still gentle and gentle, and the tone was still eloquent, but the woman sitting in front of the Buddha said the most stringent oath: If there is a lie, she will fall into the Avici Hell forever!
Min Qinglan stood up abruptly, clutching her skirt with both hands, and said tremblingly: "Why bother, why are you..."

"Sit down, from now on, it's all mother's words, listen, how many years have I kept these words? It's time to talk about it, otherwise, no matter how long it takes, mother will forget..."

Mingche patted the futon beside her and motioned Min Qinglan to sit down, but she closed her eyes and opened her mouth after a long while: "They all call me Layman Mingche, Mingche is my mother's boudoir name, and her surname is Ming."

"The Ming family in Yufu County is..." Min Lansheng asked in a deep voice.

"The Ming family in Fujun is my natal family. Mother lived in Fujun before she met your father."

In Su Xiazhi's understanding, the status of the Ming family in Fujun is comparable to that of the famous families Langya Wang and Chenjun Xie in the Six Dynasties.

The Ming family is also the well-deserved first family in Daliang, its dignity is no less than that of the royal family with the surname Cen!

Before the current sage, Cen Xiangsi, came to the throne, when Daliang Guoxi was still in charge of his elder brother Cen Zhi, four of the first-rank officials in the court and the officials of the frontier were members of the Ming clan.

Even at the moment, the status and number of Ming's party members in the imperial court are very important.

"Hehe, Ming's..." Min Lansheng sneered.Thinking that the Zhizhou lord I provoked just because he had a little relationship with the Ming family, he dared to do whatever he wanted with a court official like him!
"Yes, Ming." Ming Che said lightly, his tone was extremely calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

It's okay for Su Xiazhi to hear this, after all, she doesn't have much idea of ​​the division of these ancient families and clans.

But Min Lansheng and Min Qinglan's hearts have already set off turbulent waves!

"Mother is the eldest daughter of a branch of the Ming family prefecture. I have six elder brothers above me. Mother is the seventh child of your grandfather and grandmother, and their only daughter."

"My mother is Princess Yu Zunxian of the first grade, and the current patriarch of the Ming clan is your uncle, my elder brother Mingcheng."

As Mingche spoke, he pulled out a jet-black thing from a gold chain around his neck, took it off and handed it to Min Lansheng.

Min Lansheng sat on the futon with her back straight, looking at the statue of Amitabha with her eyes expressionless.

Ming Che's hands froze there, and it was extremely awkward to advance or retreat.

"What kind of stone is this?" Su Xiazhi quickly took it with both hands, knowing that it should be extremely valuable, so she held it with extra care.

"Stone?" Ming Che paused before saying, "That's right, jade is also a stone."

Black jade?Su Xiazhi had never seen it before, and she looked at it freshly and carefully.

The black jade in his hand still carried the body temperature of Mingche, which reminded Su Xiazhi of a word: Nephrite jade is warm and fragrant.

And she also had the illusion that the thing in her hand was soft and moist, as if she could shape it at will with just a squeeze.

A neat and dignified rectangular jade tablet gives people a majestic feeling. Looking intently, there are faint cloud-like patterns on the black jade, which are not carved, but born in the jade.

Such textures coupled with such colors can easily remind people of the scene of rolling clouds and clouds in the vast night sky.

Turning it over and looking at it, Su Xiazhi didn't even recognize the simple and elegant handwriting on one side.

However, she could guess these two words together: "Ming Che?"

"That's right, it's rare for you to be able to recognize it!" Ming Che nodded, and there was a hint of approval in his eyes: "This font was created by the ancestors of my Ming family, and it has been passed down for thousands of years. Not many people know it."

"I'll make you laugh!" Su Xiazhi held the jade in both hands and gave it back to her: "I don't know a lot of Chinese characters, but I guessed it."

"Oh? Ha ha!" Hearing her frankness, Ming Che liked her a little more. He stretched out his hand to pick up the jade and hung it back around his neck. He said in a soft voice, "This is a token of my Ming clan. Generally, the descendants of the Ming family use suet jade, and only the direct descendants of the eldest family use su jade."

Su, the meaning of night.Su Xiazhi grinned and said, "No wonder I thought of the night sky when I saw it."

"Mother, keep this one. When I see my granddaughter, it will be hers." Ming Che said softly after putting on the token and straightening the black clothes.

(End of this chapter)