and son

The two fought coldly for two full days.

A-Jiao's temper became serious, and she did not worship the Bodhisattva with Meng Chuji. She secretly felt that this matter was all Meng Chuji's fault, and Meng Chuji would definitely take the initiative to ask for peace.

However, Meng Chuji did not.

He was very stable and calm, and he didn't feel bad at all.

Gillian waited for him to sue for peace and didn't wait, so she was so angry that she was half dead.

If she had known that he was like this, she would not have come.

But Meng Chuji lived in the temple for two days, and on the third day the abbot called him to the Daxiong Hall and gave him a letter.

Meng Chuji was a little puzzled. He opened the letter and looked at it. The handwriting on the letter was very familiar, and he was instantly shocked by it.

This is... a reply letter from General Meng's Mansion! !

Chuchu married and came to Dasui, Meng Chuji quietly sent a letter to General Meng's Mansion to report his safety. All letters not written by Pei Jing in the Prince's Mansion will be strictly checked to make sure that there is no information about betraying the country and leaking secrets. Meng Chuji does not want to write it himself The things I sent were seen by others, so I voted for the most common letter post, and it took more than a month to send it to Dachu.

Never expected that he would receive a reply so soon.

Moreover, this letter was not delivered to the Prince's Mansion, but was delivered while he was in the temple. Could it be that the person who delivered the letter was from General Meng?

"Abbot, where is the messenger?"

Meng Chuji hurriedly asked questions.

The abbot said: "The sender drank his saliva and went back."

Meng Chuji was extremely lost.

He really wanted to ask how the people in General Meng's mansion were doing, whether they were really as the queen mother said, melancholy and seriously ill.

After a moment of silence, Meng Chuji went to look at the letter, and after a casual recognition, he could easily recognize that there were several people on the letter.

Hello everyone, don't read. —It belonged to his father.

It's snowing in Dachu, is it cold in Dasui, add more clothes, don't be naughty and greedy for cold, drink more hot water, don't kick the quilt, everything at home is fine, don't worry. —It belonged to his mother.

My brother is good, I dreamed of you coming home yesterday, and I woke up with a feeling of guilt and guilt, my sister wanted to come to Dasui, but my mother refused to let me, my brother must be better, otherwise my sister will regret it for the rest of my life. —It's his sister's.

The tip of Meng Chuji's nose was sore, and his eyes were dry and red, almost crying, but he was a man after all, so he restrained himself very well, folded up the precious family letter and put it in his arms, and saluted the abbot: "Thank you, master abbot."

The abbot smiled slightly and saluted him in return.

Meng Chuji returned to the room with erratic footsteps.

After closing the door, Meng Chuji took out the letter and read it many times. His father's handwriting was still so strong, while his mother's was dignified and graceful. Meng Chuxue's body was weak, and the ink written in his handwriting was much lighter than the first two lines. Thinking about it, her condition worsened again in winter.

Meng Chuji lit the lamp and burned the letter with all his might.

No matter how good the Prince's Mansion is, no matter how good Pei Jing is, but the two or three months of friendship, he has nothing to worry about and nostalgia for it.

His relatives are waiting for him to come home.

are waiting for him.

Letters cannot be kept. If they are dug out or accidentally seen by someone, it may lead to irreversible consequences.

In less than two months, he could go back and reunite with them in less than two months.

In the afternoon, Ah Fu prepared a vegetarian meal for Meng Chuji. There was no snow today, the wing room was dim, and the light outside the temple was bright, so he deliberately moved the table to eat under the eaves.

Meng Chuji was holding the vegetables, and a large shadow in front of him blocked him, and then the man landed on the opposite side of him, and said unhappily, "Why don't you ask me to eat by yourself."

Meng Chuji lazily raised his eyelids and smiled: "You didn't ask me to call you, why should I call you?"

This little girl's temper comes and goes quickly.

It's fine if you haven't coaxed yourself.

Gillian choked, ignored him, turned to Ah Fu who was setting the dishes, and said, "You, bring me a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Ah Fu didn't dare to offend Ah Jiao, he saw her temper when swimming in the lake, so he went there in a hurry.

Meng Chuji teased her while picking vegetables, "Your Highness is not angry anymore?"

A-Jiao folded her chest and turned her face away, snorted proudly and disdainfully: "I'm not angry, don't underestimate me, I have a big heart, even bigger than the prince and brother."

"Oh--"

Meng Chuji's tone was elongated leisurely, with a more serious sense of banter.

A-Jiao couldn't hold back, so she glared at him, and waited for A-Fu to get the bowl and chopsticks, before sinking her head into eating.

The vegetarian meals in Taiping Temple are very vegetarian, all boiled vegetables. After eating two mouthfuls, Gillian wanted to dislike the unpalatable food. When she raised her eyes, she saw that Meng Chuji was accustomed to eating, but she didn't want to be compared to him. All the fasting meals were eaten.

Meng Chuji glanced at her unexpectedly, and Gillian felt complacent, look, look, she is not that kind of hypocritical person, and she has endured hardship.

Meng Chuji only ate half of the bowl, put down his chopsticks, and ordered: "Ah Fu, pack up and let's go."

Gillian stood up abruptly: "Where are you going?"

The corners of Meng Chuji's lips curled up, and his smile was very clear: "After a few days of vegetarian food, my mouth is pale. I went down the mountain to buy two wild game roasts. I think you won't be able to eat so much, so I won't take you with me."

"...!!!"

Excessive.

In the end, Gillian followed Meng Chuji down the mountain begging for nothing. At the foot of the mountain not far from Taiping Temple, she beat two rabbits nearby.

Meng Chuji grabbed the rabbit's ears, the rabbit kicked its legs, its red eyes were pitiful, Gillian frowned, and accused angrily, "It's so cute, how can you eat it? Do you have any humanity?"

After half an hour.

"Sister-in-law, I still need a leg."

"Nothing."

"Sister-in-law..."

The two rabbits ate only one, which was only gray, and the white one remained.

Because this white rabbit is fluffy and fat, its fur is pure white without any variegation, it looks like a snowball.

When Meng Chuji grabbed its ears, its eyes rolled around, without the consciousness of being caught by someone, and behaved like a plush toy.

Meng Chuji gave the white rabbit to Gillian: "Here."

"what?"

"I'll keep it for you." Meng Chuji said knowingly, "This is a rare purebred snow rabbit, and it will cost a lot of money to sell in the market."

Gillian hugged the rabbit, patted the grass ash on its body, and asked in amazement, "Is it true?"

"fake."

Meng Chuji left without saying a word and walked away leisurely.

Life in the temple is indeed very poor, but it is also a lot of fun. There are a few young monks in the temple who were lost by some cruel parents at the foot of the mountain. The young monk lived in the temple since he was a child, but he was not as rigid and rigorous as the big monk. He was very playful, and Gillian got along very well with them.

Gillian danced with them in the open space, the grid was made of branches, and Meng Chuji was sitting next to them basking in the sun.

After reading the family letter, Meng Chuji's mood improved day by day. He was not the kind of person who was sad about autumn and spring.

The accompanying Ah Fu and Dr. Liu were so bored in the temple, they secretly urged Meng Chuji to close the door and play a few games of cards. Meng Chuji thought: If this is really playing cards behind Gillian's back, Gillian must tear down the roof?

Dr. Liu was silent, Ah Fu didn't know whether it was lack of heart or courage, and said in a low voice: "Let's just call the princess up. It was originally fought by four people. Isn't it because we can't get together to fight with three people?"

Gillian noticed that something was wrong with them, the house stopped jumping, she ran over and asked curiously: "What fun things are you guys discussing, take me one."

Meng Chuji gave Ah Fu a hard look, this stupid girl is really desperate, she actually wanted to spoil the princess, and when she went back to ask Pei Jing to find out, wouldn't Pei Jing flay him alive?

On second thought, oh yes, they won't be going back.

So he asked: "We are going to play Pai Gow, will you come?"

"Pai Gow?" Gillian was very happy when she heard the novelty, "Come here."

It is obviously inappropriate to play cards in public in a pure place of Buddhism, so it is necessary to close the door to play cards, so that the monks in the temple cannot find out, so as not to tarnish the reputation of the royal family.

The four of them gathered around the square table, one of them happened to be on one side, and it was still the rule of losing melon seeds. Gillian started very quickly, and after losing a hand, she beat the three of them to pieces.

Winning several hands in a row is boring, A-Jiao said while drawing cards: "Don't let me, you have to have fun when you play, there is no distinction of etiquette at the poker table."

Meng Chuji: "..."

Doctor Liu: "..."

Afu: "..."

And no thanks.

It's because our technology is too bad.

He doesn't deserve to be at the poker table with you at all.

After spending a few days in this way, it was probably because Pei Jing was caught by the queen mother and managed to free up some time, so he sent a letter.

Gillian was the first to get the letter, and she raised her hand high, and said in a weak voice, "Do you want it? You want to ask me, please!"

Meng Chuji glanced at the letter, and the corner of his mouth turned up: "Why did I ask you, and I don't want to read it, you can take it and read it yourself."

Gillian didn't believe it.

As the saying goes, a small farewell is better than a newlywed, and the husband and wife should be concerned about each other, love each other into illness, how could Meng Chuji remain indifferent.

"Then I took it apart?"

Gillian tried.

Meng Chuji really didn't mind, and said, "Take it apart."

Gillian opened the envelope and took out the best royal paper inside, and the elegant and beautiful handwriting of her prince and brother appeared in front of her eyes.

Siqing.

Just two words.

A-Jiao was hit hard, and she was so disgusted that she got goosebumps all over her body, she returned the letter to Meng Chuji, Meng Chuji glanced at it briefly, crumpled it into a ball of paper and threw it away, saying: "Let's go, we should go and listen to the Buddha's name. "

Gillian's eyes widened in disbelief, she quickly stepped forward to pick up the ball of paper, and shouted at him dissatisfied: "Hey, why did you throw it away, it was written by the prince."

Meng Chuji stopped walking, turned his gaze back to the ball of paper in her hand, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "I know he wrote it, so I threw it away."

A cloud of anger suddenly surged up in her chest, and Gillian rushed forward and asked angrily: "This is the wish of the prince and prince, why are you acting like this? Don't you like the prince and prince at all?"

Meng Chuji's smile didn't change, but his eyelashes drooped a little, which made his emotions a bit unreal, "Yeah, I don't like it at all."