Opposite them, at this moment, a woman with a very beautiful appearance and a domineering figure was looking at Qin Xueshuang with provocative eyes.
"Zen Master Huicheng of the Great Buddha Temple personally presided over the incense today, and the rule set by the Zen master is to set the order according to the poems! But now you and I want to go in to offer incense, of course, the one whose poems are better will go first. It is." The beautiful woman said with a sneer.
The memory in Xiao Wuhen's mind quickly remembered that this beautiful woman was the prostitute of another family, and she never got along with Qin Xueshuang.
There is only one reason, that is, this woman also likes the young master of the Liu family, so naturally she finds Qin Xueshuang disliked and seeks trouble everywhere.
"If our lady competes with you, that's fine! But how can you find help!" The maid of the Qin family said unconvinced at this time.
At this moment, Xiao Wuhen saw a greasy-haired and pink-faced man standing beside the beautiful woman, dressed as a scribe, his eyes had never left Qin Xueshuang, his expression made people very disgusted.
"How can this be called looking for a helper? Zen Master Huicheng didn't say that the person who wants to offer incense writes himself!" The man chimed in, as if he wanted to attract Qin Xueshuang's attention. A folding fan in his hand rattled back and forth.
"Several benefactors, don't argue. We dare not disobey Zen Master Huicheng's decree! If there is no better poem written by Ms. He in a stick of incense, then the stick of incense will belong to Ms. He." At the gate of the hall was the deacon of the Great Buddha Temple, and he couldn't help but said with a wry smile at this time.
When the gods fight, the kid suffers! These people are all daughters of aristocratic families, and it would be difficult for him to deal with conflicts.
At this time, Miss He and the man were quite proud. Although Qin Xueshuang was known as a talented woman, she also dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially in calligraphy and painting, of course she couldn't compare with the man.
And although this greasy-haired and pink-faced man looks unpleasant, he can be ranked among the top ten culturally educated young people in the city.
At this moment, Qin Xueshuang was biting her red lips lightly. If she just admit defeat like this, she would be unwilling and lose face! But if you want to write poetry, you can't compare to a greasy-haired and pink-faced man, so what should you do?
Xiao Wuhen rolled his eyes, but at this moment he saw the scent of brush and ink coming from the meditation room beside him, and he immediately found a solution.
Didn't notice him, slipped into the meditation room very casually, the four treasures of the study were gathered on the table, Xiao Wuhen opened the eyes of reincarnation, and wrote in a high imitation of Yan Zhenqing's handwriting on the earth.
"Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form." The pen moves like a snake, and big characters full of Zen rhyme appear one by one.
These famous Buddhist sentences on earth are really too easy for Xiao Wuhen, a modern soul.
"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell" and so on, if you ask him to say a few more words, it's okay.
At this time, the ink is still wet, and it is newly written when it is wet. However, Xiao Wuhen couldn't be troubled by this. With a slight shock of his true energy, he dried the ink and hurried out.
"Forget it, today" After all, Qin Xueshuang is still thin-skinned and everyone needs face. At this time, she thought that her own writing could not compare, so she had to give in sadly!
If she hadn't had a wish to burn incense today, she would have left now.
"Miss, forgive me, I'm late!" Xiao Wuhen deliberately rushed in panting, handed over the poem and said: "Miss, you left the words you wrote before you left in the carriage. "
Qin Xueshuang was at a loss, she naturally knew that she hadn't written anything in the morning, but Xiao Wuhen was the groom of the Qin family and had been loyal for generations, so she subconsciously took the copybook at this time.
"Good poems, good characters!" When those words appeared, even the deacon of the Great Buddha Temple couldn't help applauding, his eyes were full of strange colors, and he was naturally attracted by the charm of the words in the poem.
"Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. What a truth!"
"Please wait, Ms. Qin!" The deacon took the copybook away, and then entered the hall!
Soon he came out, bowed to Qin Xueshuang and said: "Congratulations Miss Qin, Zen Master Huicheng ordered that Miss Qin put on the stick of incense today!"
A look of joy appeared on Qin Xueshuang's pretty face, but after a moment of hesitation she ordered to Xiao Wuhen: "Follow me in."
Although she didn't know where Xiao Wuhen got such a poem, but at this moment, the little groom in the mansion made her very grateful.
"It seems that in order to make Qin Xueshuang wake up, I must attract him with my talent!" Xiao Wuhen followed Qin Xueshuang into the hall, where several Buddha statues were dignified and dignified, with a sense of kindness.
An old monk wearing a pale yellow robe turned his back to them and bowed to the Buddha statue.Bye.
The old monk's figure was thin, but Xiao Wuhen felt a kind of surging power from him, which was very exuberant. This is definitely a master of the Martial King level.
"This old monk is so powerful!" Xiao Wuhen was also slightly surprised. But in Buddhism, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is also normal!
The old monk turned his head, smiled at Qin Xueshuang, and said, "Please offer incense to the benefactor!"
"Thank you Zen Master Huicheng!" Qin Xueshuang immediately returned the salute, then respectfully lit a stick of incense, knelt on the futon and silently recited the wishes in her heart.
Needless to say, Xiao Wuhen also knows that what she is looking for at this time must be the health of the whole family, and the future of Liu Xiong's husband will have a bright future, which is also what Qin Xueshuang desires most in his heart.
After offering incense, Zen Master Huicheng seemed to treat Qin Xueshuang differently, and sent her all the way outside the hall, which surprised Miss He and the greasy-haired, pink-faced man.
"The female benefactor's poems are full of Zen, and she is worthy of being the number one talented woman in Ningzhou City, with a martial arts realm, both civil and military!" Zen Master Huicheng praised with a smile.
Ms. He suddenly showed jealousy. This Zen master Huicheng is the number one master here, and even the whole country is very famous. With this compliment from him, Qin Xueshuang will immediately become the number one lady in Ningzhou, which makes her famous. Longer.
However, Zen Master Huicheng's words have already been exported at this time, and it will soon spread throughout Ningzhou City, which has become a fact.
Qin Xueshuang was in a very good mood, and when she returned to the Qin Mansion, she deliberately called Xiao Wuhen aside, and asked softly, "Where did your poem come from?"
"Miss, forgive me! The villain likes to write since he was a child, and he often practiced secretly in private. Today, seeing Miss He making things difficult for Miss, I couldn't help it"
"So you still like to read! I don't know if your martial arts are good, but you are so talented, it's a pity to be a groom! Why don't I go and ask my grandmother to let you be my book boy!" Qin Xueshuang Yan Ran said with a smile.
"The villain is only willing to drive the lady's carriage for the rest of his life!" Xiao Wuhen intentionally showed a simple and honest look.
"But being a groom is really wronging you! In this way, from tomorrow onwards, you will practice martial arts with the guards, and you will follow me from now on." Qin Xueshuang made a decision.
All the heirs and daughters of the aristocratic family need to form their own team. For example, if Qin Xueshuang marries, the Qin family must have at least 20 dowry members, which can ensure that Qin Xueshuang will not be bullied during the battle in the back house. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com