Chang’an’s First Beauty

Chapter 43 Compromise (catching bugs)

It was in the evening now, and the candlelight was shining brightly on her face, like Lu Yan’s heartbeat ups and downs at this time.

Lu Yan never thought that the girl he was keeping had to worry about the incense money.

He bowed his head and counted the landscape paintings on the table. There were twenty in total, his eyes dimmed. They had only returned to the capital for only three days. With so many paintings, he roughly guessed that she should have not been idle since she came back.

Seeing him holding his own paintings in his hands, Shen Zhen said hurriedly, “Can you sell these for me?”

Lu Yan’s expression was slightly condensed. He admitted that her paintings are very good. Each of these landscape paintings is not unconventional. Most of the paintings are the scenery along the way they went to Yangzhou. With her hands, the mountains are foggy, Lin There is a spring in the middle, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and everything is alive.

But now in this world, there are a few people who truly understand Fengya, most of them are just arty.

Take the so-called people in the capital, where their pen and ink is worth a lot of money, but as long as there are noble people to praise, someone in Beijing will join in.

Everyone is rushing, the picture is just the inscription on the painting.

Even if she can sell some money for her pen and ink, she wants to use the money to sell the paintings and ask Master Yuan Shen to recite the scriptures. This is a foolish dream. The three girls of Yunyang Houfu went out to worship the Buddha, and the Buddhist temple could close the temple for her, but the time has passed and there is no heavy money to support it, I am afraid that the monks in the temple will not pass the message for her.

Naturally, Lu Yan would not talk to her anymore.

“You need money, why don’t you tell me?” He frowned, his voice a little heavy.

Don’t look at this man as cold as always, but from the heart, he still hopes that Shen Zhen can rely on him, some things he can’t give, but some, he won’t treat her badly.

However, Shen Zhen’s ideas always run counter to his.

In her opinion, she has hands and feet. In addition to selling paintings, she can also make incense. No matter what, she would never think of asking him for money.

So at this moment, Miss Shen’s eyes were full of resistance.

Lu Yan rubbed her hair, collected her painting, and said, “I have prepared all your incense money for you.”

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Zhen became a little panicked, stumbling and stumbling: “No, no.”

Lu Yan looked down at her, her thin lips pursed slightly, and the impossibility of beaking came up again.

“My lord, this money is different from others. This is the money I prayed for A-niang.” Shen Zhen took his hand. “It is said that sincerity is the spirit. I used the adult’s money for nothing, so I won’t feel at ease. ”

Lu Yan said, “Do you know how much these paintings can sell for?”

“I know how much I can sell.” When the Yunyang Mansion had an accident, Shen Zhen didn’t know how many things she sold. If she didn’t know her, she wouldn’t paint 20 pictures at once.

Lu Yan looked down at her little hand that was blackened by ink, squeezed her face, and said in disgust: “Okay, come back to the house with me to wash your hands.”

“My lord, rest first.” Shen Zhen grinned, “I still want to paint a picture.”

After that, she turned around and returned to the table, writing a pen, and dipping in ink.

Lu Yan stared at her without a smile for a long while. Seeing that she was too late, he walked over, held her neck with one hand, and said with a softened voice: “What I said, you are listening See you?”

Shen Zhen was caught by the back of Destiny’s neck and immediately put down the brush in his hand.

Back at Lanyue Pavilion, Shen Zhen took a quick wash and lay down beside him. Originally, Lu Yan was going to fall asleep, but was awakened by her turning over.

He stretched out his hand and found that the little girl was curled up, “Have you come?”

Shen Zhen let out a “um” awkwardly.

“When did you come?”

Shen Zhen didn’t think much, and said the truth: “It’s noon today.”

Lu Yan sneered: “Shen Zhen, you are making your own feelings.” She has always been weak in menstrual affairs. She stood in the study and painted for a day. Who does she care for?

Shen Zhen’s back stiffened by his training, did not dare to speak.

But after a while, the warm palm of the man covered her abdomen.

“My lord.” Shen Zhen looked back at him.

Lu Yan pulled her head back, and said in a low voice, “For these twenty pictures, if you dare to write again tomorrow, I will collect all the stationery in the study.”

“I see.” Shen Zhenyun said.

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Originally, the matter of Shen Zhen selling paintings for incense money had already shocked Lu Yan, who knew that the next day, early in the morning, there was another thunderbolt.

Shen Zhen actually estimated a case of jade that he bought for her in Yangzhou, and set up an account. With her hands, the six hundred Guans were converted into 720 Guans one by one.

Lu Yan stared at the box of jewels and emeralds in front of him, and the accounts in his hand, and even laughed angrily.

Are you stupid?

But she settled the accounts better than anyone else.

Usually a person who doesn’t have a long heart, he can’t get up or down in a breath.

Lu Yan choked in his throat, his eyebrows and temples on both sides jumped suddenly, and for a moment, it seemed as if he heard a ringing in the ears.

He resisted the urge to rant her, got up, and walked out of Chengyuan with no expression, by the way, ignoring her charming adult, bent over and got into the carriage.

Before entering Jing Zhao’s Mansion, Lu Yan piled up these paintings in Yang Zong’s hands.

Yang Zong doubted: “Master, this is…”

Lu Yan raised the corners of his mouth, a little bit self-deprecating, “Take these all back to the study of the National Palace, put them away, don’t let anyone see them.”

Lu Yan stepped up the stone steps and knocked on the drum head at any time. He is the one who has nowhere to redress grievances.

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Time flickered, and it was the seventh day of March in a blink of an eye.

Lu Yan had planned to accompany Shen Zhen to Daxingshan Temple, but suddenly something went wrong in Jingzhao’s Mansion.

Someone came to play the drums early in the morning.

At the Lanmen Inn in Anshanfang, Nanshi, a family of six died overnight. The deaths were miserable. After their heads were cut off, they were all hung on the beams of the room. None of the elderly and children were spared.

However, there is no shortage of money in the house, and there is no trace of **** or murder on the young woman.

Not looking for money, not looking for sex, most of it is the enemy seeking home.

When such a tragedy happened, when Zheng Jingzhao had a head ailment and was ill at home, Sun Shaoyin went out to handle the case. If Lu Yan didn’t go, even the people in Jingzhao Mansion would be gone.

There was no way, Lu Yan could only send another credible coachman to send Shen Zhen over.

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The carriage turned the corner and saw the Daxingshan Temple not far away, with its yellow walls and grey tiles, majestic and majestic. Next to Daxingshan Temple, there is an ancient pagoda—Longye Pagoda.

The Longye Pagoda is nine stories high, with an octagonal body and gates at every level.

Standing under the eaves, one can hear the wind chimes ringing with the wind, which is not only pleasant to the ears, but also adds a touch of sacredness here.

The seventh day of March is not a special day, there are not many pilgrims, a little deserted. However, if you change today to the Buddha’s birthday on the eighth day of April, you will surely be submerged in the ebony crowd as soon as you enter the door.

After all, it is not only the people of Chang’an who come here to burn incense. There are Yangzhou, Jingzhou, and Luoyang nearby, and the Western Regions, Goguryeo, and Wa Kingdom in the distance.

Shen Zhen and Tang Yue entered the Daxingshan Temple, and under the guidance of the Zhike Monk, entered the main hall.

The temple enshrines three golden bodies, the “Huayan Sansheng”. In the middle is the Vairocana Buddha, also known as the Samsun Buddha. On the left is Manjushri, and on the right is Samantabhadra. In addition, there is also a huge temple bell. (1)

After praying one by one, Shen Zhen stopped in front of the Buddha statue of Manjushri.

Manjushri Bodhisattva is enshrined as the incarnation of supreme wisdom and great compassion. He is named for saving all living beings and eliminating sins. Shen Zhen slowly knelt on the futon, closed his eyes, and chanted with his hands together for a long time.

After shaking his head and shaking his head, the Zhike monk walked over with the merit book. Shen Zhen couldn’t write down his name, so he just wrote the incense he wanted to donate on the top.

Sixty points. This is the money Lu Yan gave her last night.

Shen Zhen knew in his heart that his paintings were not made by everyone, let alone 20 paintings, even if you add another 20 paintings, they wouldn’t be able to sell at this price.

But she looked at the man’s face very ugly, so she couldn’t refuse it anymore.

Shen Zhen sighed quietly, adding another sum to the debt to be paid.

The Zhike Seng smiled and took it, and then said: “Master Yuan Shen has another puja of “The Book of Nene” that has not yet ended. Please also ask the girl to come with me to the guest room and wait for a while.”

Shen Zhen entered the guest room, and the monk closed the door and walked out.

At this moment, a female pilgrim happened to pass by, and she raised her foot to look inside.

The Zhike Seng stopped her, “Donor, no one is allowed to enter here without the permission of the abbot.”

The female pilgrim snatched the merits in his hand, looked up and down, and said: “With sixty incense sticks, can Master Yuanchen please chant the sutras to solve the confusion?”

The knowledgeable monk said with a smile: “Donor, Buddhism pays attention to causality, and causal reincarnation is not something that can be determined by these outsiders.”

The female pilgrim caught an offense and said guilt.

After the female pilgrim left, the little novice monk sweeping in front of the guest room moved step by step to the door of the Zhike monk and said: “Is it really sixty points of merit?”

The Zhike Seng patted his bald head, “How much money is merit.”

The Zhike Seng lowered his head and glanced at the poor merits in his hand, and said in his heart: Sixty pens, even adding zero is not enough.

Shen Zhen met Master Yuan Shen in the Piandian.

Avalokitesvara with a thousand hands is enshrined in the side hall, and there are five hundred arhats with a dazzling golden body. Just looking at it, the heart of awe rises.

Before leaving, Shen Zhen looked back at the Yuyu green mountains behind him, the gurgling water, and the plaque hanging high in the Dacien Temple, thinking of the voice of Master Fang Caiyuan Shen, his heart was inexplicably calmer…

She put on the curtains again and stepped into the carriage.

The carriage drove slowly, and the wind bell under the pagoda eaves behind him gradually disappeared.

At four quarters, Tangyue helped Shen Zhen get out of the carriage, “Girl beware of your feet.”

At this moment, none of them noticed that at the corner of this alley in Chengyuan, there was another person standing…