After the replacement marriage, I was forced to fight at home

Su Qing followed Meng Wei to the back of the mountain. Meng Wei asked Su Qing about what happened on the mountain as they walked.

Wang had already made up a story for herself about this matter. It would be the same no matter who it was. She didn't know it was the second daughter of the Meng family. She only knew that she was the daughter of a good friend of the former abbot of Xiangyun Temple, and was fostered in the temple.

Although I grew up in a temple and had no worries about food and clothing, I was not allowed to go down the mountain. So over the years, in addition to attending classes with the nuns in Xiangyun Temple, I also did odd jobs, such as watering the vegetable fields and washing clothes.

"Then did you learn calligraphy in a nunnery?" Although Meng Wei was skeptical about this matter, he believed that Su Qing must have stayed in a temple or a nunnery before entering the West House.

"Well, so I don't know much. They are usually from the scriptures, and they are not well written."

Meng Wei looked at Su Qing distressedly. When he served in Meng Qi's courtyard before, he never paid attention to her. Now, she didn't look much like Meng Qi, but more like her mother, especially her expression when she spoke and some small movements. Everyone in the mansion said that he looked like his mother, so did that mean that this second sister looked like him too?

As he was speaking, Meng Wei suddenly stopped and said excitedly, "Pay attention to the row of big trees in front, and keep an eye on them."

Su Qing followed Meng Wei around the row of trees and saw a huge lake. In the middle of the lake stood a pavilion with windows on all sides, and a winding bridge connected the shore and the pavilion.

The fog in the mountains has not yet dissipated, and an indescribable romance permeates the pavilion, the bridge, and the lake, making people feel instantly overwhelmed with beauty and pleasing to the eye.

Su Qing exhaled deeply and felt like he was in a paradise.

"Does it look good?"

"Well, it's so beautiful, like a fairyland."

"It's even more beautiful in winter, when the snow falls on the lake, as if it merges with the sky and the earth. There is a hill on the other side of the lake, and on it there is a Plum Ruo Pavilion. Standing there, you can see the plum forest below the hill. When the wind blows, the petals will be blown onto the lake, and it's all red. That's really beautiful. It's only a few days, so there are so many people here. At that time of year, the temple limits the number of people."

"Third brother, do you mean to book winter tickets now?"

"Book a ticket? Haha, you're right, but the Puji Temple never accepts reservations. It all depends on when you come."

"Ah? That makes sense, but I don't know how early?"

"They say that one of them came the night before."

"My God, it's so cold, are you sending people to line up?"

"No, this is another rule of the Puji Temple. It is not allowed to have servants in the house to queue up. Only those who want to see it can come by themselves."

Su Qing nodded. He didn’t know what kind of beautiful scenery it was, but even with such harsh conditions, there was no shortage of people coming to support it.

As the two walked onto the bridge, people came over in front and behind one after another. Some came to burn incense and pray for blessings, while some came just for sightseeing. There weren't many people, and the coming and going was quite lively.

Meng Wei also met someone he knew. When others asked him about her, he introduced Su Qing and said she was his second sister.

Su Qing stood there smiling demurely, enduring the surprised expressions and scrutiny of the people. The women in particular covered their mouths with their hands, looking inquiringly.

Meng Wei was very satisfied when he saw Su Qing's graceful and generous demeanor. He was really afraid that his sister would become petty again.

Su Qing followed everyone onto the upper bridge. The bridge was built almost directly over the water. If you bent down and stretched out your hand, you could even touch the lake surface.

A light box was installed at the connection point at regular intervals, probably to light up pine oil or something like that for lighting at night.

This kind of bridge is nothing in modern times, but it was very difficult to build it in ancient times.

Su Qing stood on the bridge, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance. Meng Wei pointed to the south and told her that was Meilin. The whole picture could not be seen from this angle, but if she climbed up to Meiruo Pavilion, she would be able to see it more clearly.

It’s just that this season is not the time when plum blossoms are in full bloom, so there’s nothing much to see.

On the way back, the brother and sister walked along the path. After all, they didn't spend much time together, and they had talked about all the topics that could be talked about. After Su Qing asked a few questions about Meng Wei's youngest son, the two didn't say anything else.

After turning the corner of the temple gate at the back mountain, a man about the same age as Meng Wei came towards him and greeted him very enthusiastically. From what he said, he should be Meng Wei's classmate in the Imperial College.

Su Qing stood by and waited quietly. After a while, Meng Wei came over rubbing his hands, looking embarrassed and not knowing how to start the conversation.

"Is there anything wrong, Third Brother?"

"It's like this. The homework that the teacher assigned to us a few days ago was a bit difficult. We have been trying to verify some of the issues in it. Fortunately, we met an expert today. He is my classmate. He heard that I came to the temple, so he came to find me, thinking of going with me to ask the expert for an explanation."

"Go ahead, Third Brother. I can go back by myself."

"You, do you know the way?"

Su Qing chuckled and said, "Even if I don't recognize him, there are still people who do." After saying that, he pointed at the little monk who had been following behind him.

Meng Wei nodded. "It's true that the master is in a hurry to leave. We went to his house twice but didn't meet him. I will ask someone to tell my mother that he won't be late for the sutra listening this afternoon."

Then he said to Guan Dongmei and the others, "You wait for the second young lady to go back."

Dongmei and Chuaner responded in unison.

Su Qing walked slowly along the pebbled road. In her previous life, she didn't go to the temple very often. It wasn't because she didn't believe in it, but because she didn't like the smell.

Especially on April 18th every year, she would be taken by her grandmother to burn incense. The thick incense sticks would take half a day to burn out. When she walked through all the halls with a handful of incense sticks, her eyes were almost unable to open due to the incense.

But it is not the same with the Puji Temple. Walking around the backyard, if you didn’t know it was inside the temple, you would have thought it was some kind of garden.

Listening to the birds singing, smelling the fresh air, and feeling the refreshing feeling brought by the ancient negative oxygen ions, Su Qing's pace slowed down.

Not far away, I saw a stone vat under the stained glass window on the low wall in front. The stone vat was exquisitely carved and covered with moss on the outside. There were water lilies planted inside and goldfish were raised. The water lilies only showed a little red, and the fish were fat and cute. They tilted their heads back and swallowed bubbles and duckweed, looking very happy.

Su Qing was in a good mood and squatted down by the wall to pick some fresh green grass and play with the goldfish. Dongmei and Chuan'er were chatting nearby.

Su Qing was just stretching out his hand to entertain himself when suddenly a small stone flew over and the splashing water fell on his hand.

Su Qing looked up and saw a young man behind the low wall looking at her through the window. He looked at Su Qing with smiling eyes without blinking.

It was Zhou Yu.

Su Qing wanted to speak, but Zhou Yu made a gesture to silence her, then pointed at the girl next to her and waved his hand.

Su Qing stood up. She didn't expect to meet Zhou Yu here. He wanted her to send the two girls away. It seemed that he knew her identity. Did he come to find her on purpose?

That's true. As a lady, how can I run around like I used to? But why does he want to see me?

"Dongmei, you go back first. It's fun here. I'll stay for a while. When mother wakes up, just call me."

Dongmei hesitated for a moment, looked at Su Qing, then turned around and looked at Meng Jiabao's meditation room across the window, responded and turned and left.

"You should go and get busy too. You are not needed here." Su Qing instructed the little monk.

The young monk clasped his hands together, said "Amitabha" and left.

Su Qing turned his head and nodded to Zhou Yu. Under Chuan'er's surprised gaze, Zhou Yu patted the grass debris on his body and walked out.

"Why did you take so long to walk around? You don't even know how long I've been lying here."

Su Qing looked at Zhou Yu, who was dressed like a servant. The hat was crooked and hung on his head, which looked very funny.

"You, why are you dressed like this? Who is chasing you again?"

"What? I'm doing this for..." Zhou Yu said as he went to watch the skewers.

Su Qing walked up to Chuan'er and whispered, "Go over there and watch. If Dongmei comes over, tell me loudly that I met an old friend and wanted to talk to him."

Chuan'er really didn't know what happened to Su Qing's old friend? When they were in Qinyuan, they were together almost all the time, so how could she not know that Su Qing had such an "old friend"? Then she thought, maybe they met in the tea shop?

It was just a servant at first glance, and Su Qing was very happy. If it was true, if it was true... what should she do? But she knew that she couldn't tell anyone. The servant came out after Su Qing sent Dongmei away, which proved that Su Qing was on guard against Dongmei but not her.

I am Su Qing's girl now. Don't even think about the past, let alone talk about it. The only way out is to be loyal.