Chapter 184 The first confrontation, understanding Wei Ting
In front of Hanshan Temple.
The ancient trees are towering, and the green pines and cypresses set each other apart.
Ji Qingwu got the attention of many pilgrims when he got off the carriage.
The begonia red dress was completely ruined by Emperor Wu Su, so she changed into a bright red peony and neon brocade gauze.
This outfit was even more provocative than yesterday's outfit. She stood there, her gauze skirt as misty as mist.
Ji Qingwu's dress was bright and enchanting, but her expression was not frivolous. She walked into the temple step by step like stepping on dense red clouds.
Compared with the streets yesterday, most of the people here to offer incense are female relatives, and they are dressed in simple and elegant clothes.
This bright color suddenly appeared in the crowd, and everyone's eyes were focused on it. Among them, the ladies and ladies from noble families all looked down upon Ji Qingwu's style.
Lanzhi felt uncomfortable with the disdainful looks from this group of people.
The little maid was worried that Ji Qingwu couldn't bear the look, so she comforted her in a low voice: "Miss Fifth, they must be so disrespectful because they saw the young lady's outstanding appearance."
Ji Qingwu turned his eyes and looked at her. After looking around at the people who were looking at him, a generous and natural smile appeared on his face.
She said: "It doesn't matter, they can look at it however they want, and I won't be missing anything."
Ji Qingwu walked to the mighty stone lion at the door and looked at it. Walking along the winding road at the foot of the mountain: "Besides, this is exactly the effect I want. I'm afraid they won't see it."
On this road, you can see a few purple carriages, heading this way. Come.
Ji Qingwu hooked his lips and said, "Lanzhi, let's go in first."
The two came to the Main Hall. Lanzhi laid out a futon for her. Ji Qingwu knelt down while looking at the gods and Buddhas in the hall. He went down and put his palms together.
She thought silently in her heart: May her trip go smoothly and achieve her wish.
Not long after, the abbot monk personally welcomed a group of people into the door. The leader was an old lady in black and purple attire. She was nearly seventy years old, but her back was still straight and powerful.
Behind him were the female relatives, mothers-in-law and girls, about twenty of them.
Mrs. Wei entered the palace and saw this gorgeous figure, her eyebrows furrowed in discomfort.
The old lady's eyes were very sharp. Just by looking at her back, she knew that this girl had a good temperament and was not like a prostitute in the Goulan Courtyard.
But I was not happy in my heart, and I didn’t know whose girl was dressed so coquettishly, so unruly, and disrespectful of gods and Buddhas.
If she had free time, Mrs. Wei might have given her a few words of instruction, but she was so troubled by her mischievous grandson that she had no intention of meddling in other people's business.
In the palace, I heard the woman whispering softly.
"Please bless the Buddha, and bless my lover and I to get married as soon as possible, and that the elders in his family will agree to it sooner."
It turned out to be a marriage seeker.
But this is not a solemn dress. What honest family would be willing to marry such a daughter-in-law.
The young woman following Mrs. Wei chatted with the people around her: "How can a serious girl have a lover? Maybe he is someone who wants to climb high and has evil thoughts."
Mrs. Wei pretended not to hear it and calmed down.
Mother Pan had already laid out the corresponding futons and tributes, and was about to hand the incense in her hand to Mrs. Wei.
At this moment, Ji Qingwu stood up slowly, inserted the incense in his hand into the furnace, bent down and raised his hand, his movements were graceful, and the slender smoke curled up.
After she turned around, she happened to meet Mrs. Wei's eyes.
Ji Qingwu raised his lips and smiled at the old lady. After seeing her face clearly, displeasure appeared on the other party's quiet face.
Ms. Qiao told her that Mrs. Wei had a lot of rules.
In recent years, Wei Ting has been absent from Lin'an for a long time, and all major and minor matters at home have to be decided by the old lady.
What Mrs. Wei dislikes most in her life are coquettish, frivolous and dissolute women. Ji Qingwu made a special effort to build momentum on the street yesterday just to meet Mrs. Wei at this moment.
Wei Ting can ignore her wishes.
But he still dares not to listen to his grandmother who is over seventy years old and speaks the truth?
Darkness flashed under Ji Qingwu's eyes, and his smile became brighter. Through the curl of cigarettes, his eyebrows were as bright as the flower demon in the painting.
She raised her coquettish red lips, deliberately held her throat, and said in a sweet voice: "I have met Mrs. Wei."
Nanny Pan next to Mrs. Wei stepped forward: "This girl, my old lady still wants to worship the Buddha. If you have nothing to do, please get out of the way."
This is to give her face, but it means that she is an eyesore and a hindrance.
Ji Qingwu stepped aside and didn't bother too much.
She glanced at the maid beside her, and Lanzhi nodded to her.
Ji Qingwu hooked his fingers, and the master and servant passed a silent signal.
Lanzhi left the palace first, Ji Qingwu walked slowly behind her, her waist almost twisted into a beautiful and charming water snake.
The girls of the Wei family who had not yet left the court blushed with embarrassment when they saw her behavior, and secretly scolded her for her indiscretion.
Besides, how could any maid go out before her master? It seems that she is not a well-behaved lady.
As soon as Ji Qingwu walked to the door, several men ran towards him.
These people have their own merits.
There are peach-eyed young men holding wild flowers picked temporarily at the entrance of the temple, and there are country folk holding love stones.
There was also a frail-looking scholar, holding a handful of sour love poems in his hand, who was looking at her with disdain
“Miss Ji, whether you like this flower or not is up to me. Picked by hand to ensure freshness, it is so fresh and tender that it can match your beauty. ”
The village man with dark and shiny skin said: "Miss Ji, look at me! This stone of mine has a great background. It is my family heirloom. The heart shape just represents my heart."
Peach Blossom The young man took a sip and said, "This stone of yours has such a sour and stinky smell. Don't let the lady smell bad. Keep it away!"
The villager reluctantly took the pickled vegetables out of the jar. The stone he took out was taken farther away.
The white-faced scholar looked at her affectionately.
"There is a beautiful woman here. I will never forget her when I see her. If I don't see her for a day, I will miss her like crazy. Ever since I first saw you yesterday, I have been deeply in love with you."
Ji Qingwu quickly waved to Lanzhi to come over.
Lanzhi watched in excitement and came over to ask: "What's wrong? Miss Fifth, are they not acting well?"
Ji Qingwu whispered: "Wait a minute. I'll deduct some money from the big black guy holding the stone over there, who allows him to do whatever he wants."
Her eyes were sore from the sight of the stone, and she felt like vomiting.
Lanzhi stepped aside with a suppressed smile.
Outside the palace gate, it was extremely lively.
No one dared to say a word in the Main Hall.
Mrs. Wei seemed not to have heard the noise outside. She closed her eyelids, her face was peaceful, and told the gods and Buddhas what she wanted in her heart.
Then, Granny Pan carefully helped her up, and Mrs. Wei straightened out the wrinkles in her clothes before walking slowly to the entrance of the temple.
Ji Qingwu held a bouquet of wild flowers in both hands, and listened to the scholar reciting poems he didn't know where to pick from, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
For a moment, she understood Wei Ting
Mrs. Wei's questioning voice came from behind Ji Qingwu.
Second update is coming~