Village Girl Struggle

Zhao Xi's eyesight is quick, and he has picked it up for Jiang Ying. Under the red headed sign, there is an ink word the size of a soy bean: sign on sign.

Joy flashed in Zhao Xi's eyes, and she hurriedly held both lotteries, stood up with Jiang Ying, and under the light of the window, looked at the signatures of the two lotteries.

The two looked together, and the top of Jiang Ying's branch said:

The fairy shadow of Yuchan and the phoenix flies. It is difficult to cross the river and never return at night.

Zhao Xi muttered in a low voice, and the tip of one eyebrow moved slightly, her smile still unchanged.

The two looked at Zhao Xi's branch again, but this time Jiang Ying said it out loud.

"Langcai women are scarce in the world, and there is no doubt about their marriage. The whole story is heard from the old age, and the bird bridge will be elevated for good time."

Jiang Ying didn't respond until he finished reading, "Hey, why is a marriage lottery?"

As soon as he entered the hall, he drew the lottery. Jiang Ying thought he was asking about one thing at random, so what he thought was his future.

In the end, it was the marriage phoenix, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed in my heart.

Seeing Xiao Zhao Xi smiled and didn't feel embarrassed at all, Jiang Ying didn't know what to say.

Xiaoxi, you're only thirteen years old, okay, what kind of marriage do you want? Shouldn't you ask for a title on the gold list?

Zhao Xi smiled and handed both the lottery to Fuxian.

"The one on the left belongs to me, and the one on the right belongs to sister Xiaoying. Please also ask Master Puxian to help resolve the signing..."

Zhao Xi's smiling eyes touched Monk Fu Xian's slightly straight gaze, as if passing something inadvertently.

Brother Puxian, you know!

Fu Xian looked pure and righteous, obsessed with Buddhism, and took two lotteries with both hands, first looking at the one on the right.

But seeing his dignified eyebrows, his gaze stared at the sign for a moment and he cleared his throat. The voice is low and cordial.

"The little monk is young and shallow, and has crude opinions, so I have to say nothing wrong. If there is something wrong, please don't blame the two donors."

Zhao Xi smiled and said, "The little master is overly modest."

He concentrated his ears and listened respectfully.

Jiang Ying looked at the expressions and movements of these two people at this time, and found it very interesting.

Xindao, this king does not intend to marry in this different world, let's see how you monk explain the meaning of the sign.

Then I thought, although Xiao Xixi has grown up a lot. He was also hit by Juren, but he was still childish.

Otherwise, how can you believe this young monk who is young and hairless?

But Xiaoxi was so excited. Jiang Ying didn't pour cold water, but listened with a smile on her face.

Just listen to Puxian said, "Yuchan, fairy shadow and phoenix flying, it is difficult to cross the night without returning, this sentence means Tsinghua noble. I think it is the identity of the donor, the extraordinary people are comparable, but there are some..."

Zhao Xi stared at Fuxian nervously, "What is there?"

A dead monk, pretending to be pretentious, and even talking about mystery.

Fu Xian continued to hold a loyal and thick face with the Chinese character. The words that are about to be spoken have been modified a lot.

"The front line seems to be broken, and the chaos is born... But the marriage in this life is doomed by God, and this is the sentence of the female appearance. It seems that the marriage of the donor is a match made in heaven, and the future husband-in-law is even more one. A young talent..."

Before receiving Zhao Xi's second glance, he quickly praised the talented young man a few times, and Zhao Xi's eyes were no longer sharp.

Fuxian saw the donor who was disguised as a man with a clear face. There was a faint smile on his lips, and he didn't seem to care too much about what he said. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then explained Zhao Xi’s signature. This time it was all good things. He said that Zhao Xi’s marriage was destined in his previous life. If they meet early in this life, they will naturally get married in the future. Only a few years ago.

Zhao Xi's eyebrows stretched out as if he had already seen the beauty of the future in front of him.

"Thank you, Master Fuxian, for breaking the signing. I wonder if we can take these two signings back?"

Fu Xian nodded slightly, "Yes."

After thanking him, Zhao Xi took out a silver coin and put it into the merit box.

Fuxian still had a slightly stubborn expression on his face, and only saw Zhao Xi donate silver money before he put his hands together and nodded at Zhao Xi.

The two went out of the hall, and when there was no one there, Jiang Ying stretched out his finger and knocked on Zhao Xi's forehead.

Groaned, "Little devil, why are you coaxing me to ask for a marriage lottery?"

Zhao Xi didn't dodge or dodge, and suffered this abruptly.

However, he blinked his apricot eyes and narrowed his mouth and said aggrieved, "I also heard from my classmates that I realized that the signing here is effective. They are vague. How can I know that it is a marriage signing?"

Fu salivated and smiled again, "Sister Xiaoying, anyway we ask for a lottery, which is pretty good, and the two sentences in our signature have the same meaning, but...yes, almost..."

He plucked up his courage, and he was not ashamed to say that these two lotteries were a pair of mandarin duck lotteries.

But in the hall after they left, the monk Samantabhadra opened the Buddhist scriptures he had just copied.

A piece of colorful paper, spread across the inside pages of the Buddhist scriptures, took a closer look, the words "Zhuang Tiao" written on it were five hundred taels...Isn't it just the cash receipt of Renjianren*?

There was a hint of warmth in the eyes of the monk Fuxian, almost looking at the five hundred taels with affection...

He is a Buddhist disciple who vowed to make a hundred statues. Because he was young, the silver taels raised were far from enough. With these five hundred taels, he could realize his long-cherished wish a few years earlier.

And all he had to do was to move his hands and feet on the lottery to get Zhao Xiaodonor and his friends to draw a specific signature.

Hey, in order to compose a pair of signatures for the two of them, he had to rack his brains for this essay and turned through several collections of poems to piece it together!

Seeing Zhao Xizhen, Jiang Ying put the two lottery sticks in her purse seriously, and couldn't help but smiled, "Xiaoxi, this is going to treat these two bamboo sticks as treasures."

Zhao Xicanran smiled, hummed, and nodded.

Jiang Ying said in his heart, Xiaoxi, did he forget that one of them belonged to this king?

Well, forget it, but a signature made of bamboo...

Thinking back to the four sentences, what struck Jiang Ying the most was not the destined marriage, but the jade toad fairy shadow and the phoenix flying, it’s hard to survive the night and never return. The meaning here does not seem to be such a good meaning. , Is this really a sign?

Jiang Ying was puzzled.

The two are still walking side by side. Seeing that I reached the last floor of the main hall, there were statues of Tathagata in the main hall, and there were no people in it.

The two of them kowtowed their heads and came out, and saw a few female relatives in plain clothes in the side hall, who were bowing their heads to worship the Buddha.

The incense in that side hall is much stronger than here.

It just so happened that all the female relatives inside came out, but they were all women in their twenties and thirties, dressed in women's costumes.

Jiang Ying and Zhao Xi are neatly dressed, handsome in appearance, side by side, they are a pair of handsome young sons.

The little wife's wife looked at her a few more times.

These two are especially unconscious. If you still see the Buddha, you have to worship.

Just waiting to enter the hall, a little daughter-in-law shouted outside.

"Hey, you brothers. Don't be wrong, the goddess is enshrined in it..."

The little daughters-in-law all smiled at each other, and left behind a string of laughter like bells.

Give off?

The two silly faces looked at each other.

Jiang Ying turned his face, "..."

Zhao Xi lowered her head and blushed, "..."

People who are not married can't afford to hurt!

The first day. Enjoy the scenery of Pushan Temple.

On the second day, the Qinglong River was fishing.

On the third day, the Zhenwei Pavilion and Liyuan Tower in the city, eating, drinking and listening to the opera.

On the fourth day...

In this way, these two roam every day. With that joyful look, she saw Lady Wei utterly whispering, so she came to persuade Jiang Ying to start earlier. Don't have too many walls in Dingyuan City. After all, Jiang Ying has to return to Yangping City. If he is delayed like this, he really doesn't know when he will reach Ningyuan City. Jiang Ying assured her that he would set off in the future. Lady Wei was relieved now.

Have fun in the day, after dinner. Jiang Ying leaned back on the couch and didn't want to move anymore.

Zhao Xi came in quietly with her hands behind her back.

Seeing Jiang Ying leaning on the couch, graceful and graceful, his figure is graceful and soft, even though it is a slightly rude gesture like spreading his hands and feet, it looks very beautiful...

At the moment, her eyelashes are slightly closed, as if sleeping. Under the shining of the two lampstands in the house, the whole body is like a quiet halo, and it is even more like a pearl and jade.

Jiang Ying was too lazy to open his eyes, but the slight movement of footsteps could still be heard clearly. It wasn't that Zhao Xi, who was a bit naughty older child?

Jiang Ying only does a sleepy state. Xiao Zhaoxi has to pull her every day during these days and nights, and there are endless words. Although Zhao Xi is a cute child and talks funny and funny, he can't help staying up late.

Alas, this king is getting older, and his energy is no better than these young boys!

Jiang Ying only thought that when Zhao Xi saw that she was asleep, she couldn't bear to wake herself up for a chat, right?

Let my king take a break...

Feeling that Zhao Xi's footsteps are getting closer and closer, the room is quiet, Jiang Ying can hear Xiao Zhao Xi's breathing.

Xiao Zhao Xi stopped beside Jiang Ying.

However, there was no movement for a long time, neither calling her to wake up, nor turning around and leaving quietly...

Could it be that Xiao Zhao Xi fell asleep while standing?

Suddenly feeling a warm breath close at hand, Jiang Ying opened his eyes suddenly, facing Zhao Xi's face, the distance between the tip of his nose seemed to be only separated by a layer of veil.

The little boy’s face is like a good lotus seed parfait. It’s white and tender. You can’t see half of the pores. There are only some fine golden hairs. It’s because they are too close. Make this lotus seed parfait look even more delicious... It hasn't been opened and hasn't been touched before...

Jiang Ying hurriedly contained his wildly radiating imagination, but tilted his head back so that he could talk to the young boy who was too close.

Otherwise, she felt that when she moved her lips, she would eat...oh no, she touched the white and tender face and the pink lips.

"Xiaoxi, you...uh..."

Jiang Ying, who was gagged by the lotus seed parfait, suddenly opened his eyes, this, this is too sudden.

This little guy is only thirteen years old!

How dare to kiss this king, a woman who is physically and mentally healthy!

Well, this little guy’s breath is quite fresh...oh, that’s not the point...

Jiang Ying pulled back his sanity and stretched out his hand to push this brave little guy. He didn't learn well at a young age. He must have learned this from a classmate who asked for a marriage contract all day long. A good young boy, but imitated the behavior of an adult!

ps: Xiao Fengfeng: Shameless! Xiao Weiwei: Feudal superstition!