Afternoon.
Su Qinghe personally followed the servants to carry the plaque to the entrance of Shili Xiang, and several men naturally followed as well.
At this time, Shilixiang's business was booming, and when they saw the owner arrive, they all came out to see what was going on.
This incident made Su Qinghe famous again, and even neighboring prefectures and counties heard about it.
In this way, in the eyes of outsiders, Shili Xiang was equivalent to having the backing of the royal family, and few people dared to cause trouble.
...
Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
That day, Su Qinghe returned from her inspection tour, but she didn't see a single man from the house.
"Zhang Fu, have the gentlemen gone out shopping?" Su Qinghe frowned.
The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, and families are starting to buy things for the holiday. The streets are busier than usual, and quite crowded.
This is when there are a lot of people.
Qin Ange had just been diagnosed with pregnancy two days ago, and now that man is acting strangely, she's really worried that he might trip or fall while out.
Seeing that Su Qinghe's expression was not good, Zhang Fu also became cautious.
"Returning home, my lord and several young lords have gone to Lingyan Temple to offer incense. They said they would have lunch there before returning."
Lingyan Temple? Su Qinghe raised an eyebrow.
Why didn't you take her with you to Lingyan Temple? You didn't even tell her anything yesterday.
After a moment's thought, Su Qinghe understood the purpose of their trip and couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.
"Okay, go ahead and do your work! Since they're not coming back for lunch, make less today."
"Yes." Zhang Fu replied respectfully, and seeing that Su Qinghe had no other instructions, he quickly disappeared.
Su Qinghe sighed softly and walked towards the study.
Without a sweet and gentle husband by my side, the joy of working is halved.
The saying "a beautiful woman adds fragrance to one's sleeves" should be applied here to "a beautiful woman adds fragrance to one's sleeves"—the ancients were right!
...
Lingyan Temple, vegetable garden.
Looking at the five young men with different expressions in front of him, Wu Wang stood in the vegetable garden, holding a water ladle for watering the vegetables, at a loss.
"Why do they look so strange... I washed my face today..." Wu Wang muttered to himself, raising his hand to wipe his face with his sleeve.
Seeing that Wu Wang was a little nervous, Lin Xi gently nudged Ling Feng and Ji Qingyu, who had unfriendly expressions, and took Ji Yuan's hand, smiling as she stepped forward.
"Master Wuwang, I see a hint of worry between your brows. Is something troubling you lately?"
Wu Wang touched his eyebrows. "Huh?"
Is it really possible to tell?
Looking at the young men of Benefactor Su in front of him, Wu Wang didn't know whether he should reveal his recent unusual behavior.
When he saw them today, he thought that Benefactor Su had also come, and he was overjoyed, but it turned out that Benefactor Su did not come.
These young men finished their meal at the temple and showed no sign of leaving; it was unclear what they were up to...
...
"How was it? Did you find out anything today?"
At night, Su Qinghe held the exhausted Ji Yuan in her arms and began a post-rain chat.
Ji Yuan was still slightly out of breath. "...How did my wife know we were there to investigate this?"
His voice sounded a little hoarse, clearly from shouting earlier.
Su Qinghe lowered her head and kissed his Adam's apple.
"Looks like you're exhausted today. You're usually so quick-witted, but now you're speaking without thinking?"
Given Ji Yuan's intelligence, it's impossible that she wouldn't have guessed it.
"Um...no..."
Ji Yuan said in a low voice, "He doesn't seem as lively as before, but he still asked a lot of questions about his wife. It seems that he still cares about his wife just like before."
Su Qinghe remained silent for a moment. "Let's take another look."
Ji Yuan nodded dazedly and didn't say anything more.
A moment later, Su Qinghe heard his long, even breathing.
Over the next month, the men went to Lingyan Temple more and more frequently. Su Qinghe rarely went with them, but each time she still couldn't get a definite answer.
...
"Thump...thump...thump..."
The Buddha said: Great compassion is without tears, great enlightenment is without words, great laughter is without sound...
The dull sound of wooden fish echoed throughout the hall, as dozens of monks sat upright on prayer cushions, each holding a wooden fish and striking it.
They had their eyes closed, their faces expressionless, and they were muttering incantations.
"No delusion".
"!"
Wu Wang was lost in thought when he suddenly heard the abbot calling him, and he trembled with fright.
He quickly opened his eyes and saw the abbot looking at him with a serious expression.
"I'm sorry, Abbot, I was daydreaming."
He lowered his head, feeling unjustly guilty.
The abbot sighed and started to walk out. "Come out with me."
"yes."
Wu Wang responded softly, not daring to disturb the other senior brothers and uncles, and carefully placed the wooden fish aside before leaving.
The two left the palace and stopped in a secluded corner.
The abbot turned and looked at Wuwang.
"Ever since Lingyan Temple was besieged, you have been restless. At first, I thought you were still recovering from the shock, but now several months have passed, and you are still troubled by these thoughts."
"Wu Wang, is something on your mind? You might as well tell your teacher. You can't keep it to yourself forever. You can't figure it out by keeping it to yourself."
The abbot looked at his disciples with their heads down and felt somewhat worried.
Wu Wang nervously clenched his sleeve.
"Abbot, I...I think I'm sick..."
The abbot frowned.
"What illness? How did you find out yourself? Is there anything that's bothering you? Tomorrow, your teacher will take you to the clinic at the foot of the mountain."
Seeing how concerned the abbot was about him, Wuwang gritted his teeth and told him about his unusual behavior over the past few days.
"You... sigh!"
After hearing Wu Wang's description, the abbot sighed deeply.
"I never expected that something like this would happen between you and Benefactor Su."
Seeing the abbot's unwell expression, Wuwang panicked. "Abbot, is it a very serious illness? Will I die?"
Upon hearing Wu Wang's words, the abbot was both angry and amused, but not wanting to frighten him, he could only tell the truth.
"Feeling emotional? Me? No, no, no! How could that be! Wu Wang is devoted to Buddhism, how could he feel emotional?"
Upon hearing these two words from the abbot, Wu Wang was somewhat incredulous, and his face paled.
He couldn't help but take two steps back, his hands nervously twisting the hem of his clothes.
"Sigh!" The abbot sighed again.
"Who says that becoming a monk prevents one from experiencing emotions? The affairs of this world are elusive and uncertain, and who can truly understand them?"
“Good child, you are still young. I was the one who took you in. Now your fate has changed, and you have reached the age to get married. Don’t force yourself. Go down the mountain and take a look…”
After saying this, the abbot gave Wuwang a deep look, turned and left, leaving Wuwang standing there dumbfounded.
“I… Benefactor Su…”
Wu Wang muttered to himself, as if he had lost his soul, and stumbled toward his meditation room.
"...If you want, you can come to me and I'll take responsibility..."
Wu Wang lay on the couch, his mind completely occupied by this sentence without him even realizing it.
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