"I saw it when I was young, but later..." After both my grandmother and mother passed away, I never saw him again.
Min Rui pointed the beaded hairpin to the sun, and he really saw that the beaded string became more and more crystal clear, with a faint soft light emitting: "Such a good beaded hairpin really matches sister Xiaoyu very well."
He said again: "Commander Qin has a heart for you."
After speaking, he returned the pearl hairpin to Zhuang Xiaoyu.
Zhuang Xiaoyu handed the pearl hairpin to Yu Sui, and asked casually, "Did something happen in the Min Mansion recently? Or someone got sick?"
Min Rui didn't understand, so: "It's not bad, why ask?"
"Ask casually, your health seems to be better."
"I took a good medicine a few days ago, and I did feel much better, but Huizhu suddenly became seriously ill..."
Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."
Something flashed in Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind, and he blurted out: "So, Ah Yan went to Lingquan Terrace to pray for the saint, right?"
It was only when Min Rui realized what he said was wrong, and he quickly denied it: "No, it is praying for the Min Mansion, not just for the saint."
He is a modest gentleman, not the kind of person who is eloquent and lies without blinking an eye. He has never been good at deceiving. Facing Zhuang Xiaoyu, he doesn't know how to tell such lies without showing any traces.
It is true that Qin Wuyan went to Lingquan Terrace under the persecution of Zhuang Huaisen for the saint Min Huizhu.
However, this is not a major event that must be done. As the commander of the guards, Qin Wuyan could have refused, and Min Rui couldn't figure out why Qin Wuyan would accept it without hesitation.
Seeing Min Rui's clumsy explanation, Zhuang Xiaoyu raised the corners of her lips and smiled, but there was a trace of bitterness in the smile: "Don't panic, he met me before he left and mentioned this matter, now The next time you go to Lingquan Terrace, it’s the same as when I came to this Qingyu Temple with you. I heard that the marriage wishes there are very good, and pray for me by the way, and you can also ask Lingquan if I can grow old with him.”
When Min Rui heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you didn't misunderstand."
Zhuang Xiaoyu lowered his head and remained silent.
Min Rui changed the subject, and started talking about the history of Qingyu Temple, about the anecdotes and strange events in Yuecheng, and everything that could arouse Zhuang Xiaoyu's curiosity.
Faced with Min Rui's moving library and strange things he said, the unhappiness in Zhuang Xiaoyu's heart quickly dissipated.
I listened with relish all the way, and I didn't even feel that the distance under my feet was far away.
Before he knew it, he walked half the distance, Yu Sui pointed to the stone table under the bare peach tree branches and said: "Miss, Mr. Min, sit there and rest for a while."
Min Rui spoke dryly, but he still felt that the meaning was not enough, and he couldn't help admiring himself: "The last time I came, I felt that the journey was really far away, but I didn't expect to come this time, but I didn't feel so tired. Presumably this time, I will definitely be able to climb the mountain."
Zhuang Xiaoyu commanded the guards behind him: "Leave two people here, and send all the things up for the rest. Let the host prepare two rooms for us to rest."
Then he said to Yu Sui and the boy: "You two go around here to see if the two monks, one fat and one thin, are still there, if they are, then call them over, or we can visit them, we will I have something to ask these two eminent monks..."
Yu Sui also wanted to know if the two eminent monks were still there. After all, what the eminent monks said at the time seemed to have not been realized. Hearing Zhuang Xiaoyu's words, he also became interested, and dragged the tired half-dead servant towards the distant place. ran in the direction of the thatched cottage.
Instead, two guards followed closely behind them.