Red Mansion Daiyu, the Rise of the Lin Family

At this moment, someone came to ask outside,

"Madam, Miaoyu from Longcui Temple sent some plum blossoms."

"You need to come in and plug the old lady in."

Grandmother Jia took a look at the fine-glazed beauty vase and found it indeed empty and lifeless.

"Then let someone in!"

Following Yuanyang in came a little nun. She bowed first.

The plum blossoms in my hands are trembling, red and crystal clear.

The flowers are delicate on slanting branches, with a cool fragrance.

The little nun carefully placed the flowers into the vase brought by Yuanyang, and then lowered her head and fiddled with the poses for a few times.

A few red plum blossoms immediately stood up, creating a proud atmosphere.

When Grandmother Jia saw it, she felt that it was indeed worthy of praise. No wonder everyone said that Miaoyu was good at taking care of flowers and plants.

"Your mistress is really good at taking care of flowers and plants. She can make even the most inconspicuous flowers and plants look elegant." Grandmother Jia praised the little nun.

The little nun held the few remaining plum blossoms in her hand, smiled slightly, and said with great regret,

"Old lady, pity the broken flower, it can never return to the branch again."

"My nunnery owner had nothing to do, so she fiddled with the flowers and plants in the nunnery, and she never liked anyone picking them."

"Today someone came and suddenly wanted to pick some flowers, and his words were also very sarcastic."

"Could it be that we are annoying the ladies by living here?"

"If this is indeed the reason, let alone offering sacrifices, even cutting down those bushes of flowers and grass would be fine."

Having said this, the little nun looked at the Buddhist beads in Mrs. Wang's hand.

"Our abbess said that next time something like this happens, the ladies should just say what they want directly. There's no need to beat around the bush and insult them."

"They say our nunnery abbess acts like a rich lady."

“Our nunnery master is an outsider, and we cannot afford to accept the words of the rich lady.

"These originally belonged to the master."

"If you need it, just tell our abbot and he will send it to you."

The little nun seemed to be chatting casually, and made Madam Wang's face so embarrassed that it seemed to be smoking, and it was difficult to distinguish between red and black.

Grandmother Jia was also a little embarrassed. The mansion had great respect for Buddhist and Taoist matters.

Even Jia Jing in the East Palace is a Taoist practitioner.

"The abbot's words are indeed too serious. The abbot is a person who has attained enlightenment. Don't be so petty as to argue with ordinary people like us."

"From now on, I will definitely discipline the people in the mansion and not disturb the abbot's peace."

"Today, everyone loves Mei and has lost their sense of proportion."

Grandmother Jia had no choice but to help Mrs. Wang to fill in the blanks.

At this point, the little nun had nothing to say. She put down the remaining plum blossoms, bowed, and left.

After the little nun left, Mrs. Wang said indignantly, "Mother, what does this look like?"

"A nunnery is more arrogant than a princess. It's incredible."

Grandmother Jia couldn't help but say angrily, "We invited her here in the first place. We knew she came from an official family when we invited her. How can you come here with disdain now?"

"A good girl, choosing to become a nun must have her own reasons for being unhappy."

"Why should we provoke her again? It's just some silver and rice for us to support her."

But Mrs. Wang fell into deep thought. She was a nun from an official family.

She suddenly felt that the image of Miaoyu and Daiyu had merged.

I've heard people say that Lin Daiyu was also saved, but she never became a nun.

If she became a nun, would she be similar to Miaoyu?

A generally annoying personality,

A self-righteous woman usually from an official family.

She suddenly thought of a question, "Mother, do you think Princess Chaoyang would like someone like Miaoyu?"

When Grandmother Jia heard what Lady Wang said, she was shocked.

This second son’s wife is possessed by a demon. Buddhism and Taoism are all about fate.

How can you be so delusional and involved?

"The second son's wife, whether they like it or not, they have nothing to do with each other and have no contact."

Although Mrs. Wang was asking Lady Jia, she did not listen to her grandmother's advice. She kept thinking about it in her mind, and the two people's figures overlapped more and more.

She suddenly felt that she disliked Miaoyu more and more.

If I had known she had such a personality, I should not have invited her.

Can you think of a way to let Miaoyu meet Princess Chaoyang?

One is in the palace and the other is in the nunnery.

There is no intersection.

Mrs. Wang walked from Lady Jia's place to the Rongcui Temple in a trance.

In winter, without the greenery, even the busiest places seem a bit bleak.

Everyone passing by greeted Mrs. Wang along the way, but she ignored them.

Only the plum blossoms in Longcui Temple are overflowing and extend out of the wall, illuminating people's eyes.

Mrs. Wang walked to the door and saw that there was no one outside, so she gently pushed it open.

You will see Miaoyu wearing a temple bun on her head, holding a rosary in her hand, and dressed in green. Against the backdrop of red plum blossoms and white snow, she has a Zen beauty.

Miaoyu and the two little nuns beside her were shocked when they saw Mrs. Wang.

It has always been quiet here and I don't like being disturbed.

They looked at Madam Wang in confusion.

Mrs. Wang squeezed the Buddhist beads in her hand. They were all Buddhist disciples.

She smiled at the thought.

Go forward step by step,

"Master Miaoyu, I just received your plum blossoms, which are quite interesting."

"I heard that Master's spirit writing is very powerful. I have a problem. Can Master Miaoyu help me?"

Miaoyu was a little unhappy. It seemed that the little nun had just returned and had forgotten to lock the door.

"Madam, it's not that I won't help, but there are other rules for spirit writing."

"You need to choose a specific day to fast and meditate, but today is not possible. Please forgive me, Madam."

Miaoyu's refusal was very obvious.

It’s not that Mrs. Wang doesn’t understand the hidden meaning of Miaoyu’s words, but she seems to be in a state of confusion at this moment.

She shook her head,

"Miaoyu, why are you being so pretentious?"

"My daughter is in the palace, and it is unknown whether she will be blessed or not. You are all blessed by her, so why can't you do something for her?"

At this point, Mrs. Wang seemed to recall her own pain, and her voice was filled with sadness.

Miaoyu sighed for her, "Madam, it's not that I won't help you, but if I don't follow the rules, I'm afraid you will be led astray."

Mrs. Wang said stubbornly, "It's okay. I'm just desperate to find a cure."

"I believe you."

After hearing this, Miaoyu had no choice but to tell the little nun, "Bring me my peach wood sword."

Upon hearing this, the little nun glanced at Mrs. Wang angrily, then ran into the nunnery and took out Miaoyu's peach wood sword.

"Madam, please step back a few steps. It snowed heavily yesterday. I will use the snow in the courtyard as a spirit writing board to borrow the energy of heaven and earth and to pray to the gods."

"I wonder what the lady wants?"

After saying this, Miaoyu was seen standing leisurely in the courtyard, as if she had suddenly melted into the world.

Without Miaoyu, there is only heaven and earth.

Mrs. Wang suddenly felt awed and answered respectfully,

"I pray that my daughter is safe in the palace and that everything she wishes for can be fulfilled?"

Having said this, Mrs. Wang lowered her head, feeling somewhat regretful for her rashness.

Maybe this Miaoyu really has some skills, unlike those Daoni who are swindling people everywhere.

Miaoyu was muttering something, and vaguely, she seemed to turn into a pen and wander around the courtyard.

The wooden sword in his hand moves like a dragon.

As Miaoyu sang, the words in the courtyard gradually became clearer.

"A shadow walks alone deep in the palace walls, A jade throne hangs high above, Dreams are hard to come true. Political schemes are like the dark waves of the sea, Once the wind rises, the waves are hard to calm."

When Mrs. Wang saw the poem written on the planchette, she almost lost her balance. She knew every word of it, but not a single one of them was auspicious.

A great omen.

She staggered to leave, but when she reached the door she thought of something and turned around, just in time to see Miaoyu lying on the snow as if she had a serious illness.

The two little nuns reached out to help Miaoyu over and glared at Mrs. Wang hatefully.

In such a cold day, Miaoyu was sweating profusely, and she murmured to herself,