Master Yan San was picking up chess pieces one by one when he heard this and said casually, "I guess so. If you hadn't come, I would have forgotten that today is the seventh day of his death."
Su Qingyu blurted out, "You are cousins after all..."
She stopped talking and suddenly realized that she had overstepped her bounds. This was not what she should have said.
Third Master Yan was stunned at first, then he looked at Su Qingyu and said softly, "The little girl knows quite a lot."
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looking at Su Qingyu were somewhat inquiring, but not obvious.
Su Qingyu looked up and saw the smile on the corner of his lips.
Just then, a young monk knocked on the door and came in, "Miss Su, the reception hall is ready."
Su Qingyu turned to look at Third Master Yan and asked, "Aren't you going to burn some incense for him?"
The corners of Master Yan's mouth twitched twice, and he stood up and flung his robes, "Of course I have to go. This is the first time I've seen such a scene."
Su Qingyu thought to herself, has this person never held a seventh-day funeral for anyone?
Inside the Jieying Hall, a golden Buddha statue stood in the center, flanked by flickering candlelight. One hundred and eight monks sat on either side, with a long table in the center and a cushion embroidered with golden lotus patterns in front of it.
Pearl and Jade also came over with offerings and scriptures. Su Qingyu took the offerings, asked Master Ci'en, and placed them on the long table.
The scriptures are placed at the feet of the Buddha statue.
Master Yan San took down the scripture that had just been offered and began to look through it while he stood there.
Su Qingyu frowned, feeling that the man in front of her was somewhat rude. They were offering sacrifices to the Bodhisattva, so why was he so casual?
Then Master Yan Sanye said as he looked at it, "The brushwork is powerful, but the finishing touch is a little lacking. The last stroke lacks a bit of flavor."
Su Qingyu curled her lips and said, "Neither the Buddha nor Mr. Shen will blame me. In this kind of thing, sincerity is the key to success."
After thinking for a while, he said, "Thank you, Master Yan San, for your guidance."
She knew about the problem he mentioned, but writing was something that required a lot of skill and couldn't be mastered overnight.
Seeing that he put the scriptures back up, Su Qingyu continued to organize the tributes with peace of mind.
Chestnut cake, peach kernel cake, southern date cake, pine nut cake, tung nut cake.
Five of each kind were placed on plates, neatly arranged, even the corners of the desserts were aligned.
Seeing that there were still snacks in the food box, Master Yan San asked, "What's in here?"
Pearl replied, "Our young lady brought two extra of each kind to prevent any of them from being broken."
Uncle Yan San's Adam's apple suddenly moved twice. He bent down, picked up a piece of chestnut cake and took a bite.
It had a refreshing fragrance and he could tell that only a little bit of sugar was added. It was the taste he liked. After eating a piece of chestnut cake, he looked at Su Qingyu deeply again.
Su Qingyu didn't look at him, but knelt down properly, kowtowed, and burned incense.
After standing up, she looked at Master Yan San and asked, "Aren't you going to light some incense?"
Mr. Yan San raised his eyebrows slightly, walked forward to light a stick of incense and bowed, but his behavior seemed perfunctory no matter how you looked at it.
While the ritual was being performed, heavy snow began to fall outside, with strong winds howling. Just after noon, the sky was already dark and depressing.
The monks were still going to continue chanting sutras for Mr. Shen San to rest, but Su Qingyu was fine and planned to go back to rest.
But it's snowing heavily outside, and I'm afraid the road will be difficult to travel.
While Su Qingyu was standing at the door of the main hall, feeling awkward, she heard Third Master Yan say, "I've had some vegetarian food prepared. It's in the meditation room next door. If Miss Su doesn't mind, you can come and eat it."
Su Qingyu didn't act pretentiously and nodded, saying, "Then I'll bother Third Master Yan."
"I'm just sorry, I'm doing a ritual here and disturbed your meal."
At this time, Master Yan San had already walked towards the meditation room nearby. Hearing this, he muttered, "It would be good if I could listen to it. It would save me from wasting this scripture."
Four vegetarian dishes and two bowls of soy milk were placed in the Zen room, and Pearl and Jade were invited to the Zen room on the other side to eat.
Su Qingyu and Mr. Yan Sanye sat opposite each other. She first picked up the soy milk and drank it in small sips. After two sips, her body felt much warmer.
Outside, it was getting dark, the only sound being the sound of falling snow. The candlelight reflected on the girl's cold and beautiful face, her eyes and eyebrows revealing a delicate and beautiful complexion.
"When the snow stops soon, I'll send someone to take you back." Seeing Su Qingyu looking outside from time to time, he comforted her.
Su Qingyu was not in a hurry to go back, but she always felt that there was some conspiracy behind Su Yihui following her up the mountain, and she felt uneasy.
Hearing what Third Master Yan said, Su Qingyu collected her thoughts and focused on eating.
Not long after, someone came in and whispered, "Third Master, the carriages and horses are ready. We can set off early tomorrow morning."
After the man left, Su Qingyu casually asked, "Third Master, are you going back to your hometown?"
The Yan family's ancestral home is Jinling. If he came to attend the funeral, he should go back.
Then I heard Master Yan San say, "I'm going to the northwest and will be back in Beijing in two or three months."
He thought for a moment and said, "I will definitely return to Beijing before he is burned for a hundred days."
A hundred days later, Su Qingyu will marry into the Shen family.
The chopsticks in Su Qingyu's hand suddenly slipped onto the table, hitting the edge of the celadon bowl and making a tinkling sound.
Two months after the previous life, there were earthquakes in the northwestern provinces of Gansu and Shaanxi, and an avalanche in the Tianshan Mountains, leaving the entire northwest people in dire straits.
Gu Ruoyun was in charge of the Su family's business at the time. She made a fortune by taking advantage of the national crisis, and also stabbed the Lin family in the back, causing them to suffer serious damage.
Su Qingyu still feels a lingering fear when she thinks of the tragic situation in the capital and even the entire northern Zhili at that time.
"Don't stay in Gansu and Shaanxi provinces during the first month of the year." Su Qingyu said in a low voice.
She couldn't just stand by and watch him die. No matter whether the person in front of her believed it or not, she would remind him. Even if he died in the northwest, she had done her best.
On second thought, the third master of the Yan family was still alive in his previous life, so everything should be fine.
Third Master Yan's brows tightened and he asked, "What do you mean?"
This time he went to the northwest to investigate an important matter and was not expected to return to Beijing until the end of January. He also happened to be going to Shaanxi and Gansu provinces.
Su Qingyu took a deep breath, thinking of a solution. She couldn't possibly tell someone she was reborn. She wouldn't even tell her closest relatives, let alone someone she didn't know well.
He was anxious in his heart, but his expression remained calm.
Third Master Yan kept staring at Su Qingyu. She pondered for a moment and then said, "When I was young, I once dreamed of a book. It said that in the first month of the eighteenth year of Xuande, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed in Shaanxi and Gansu provinces, causing countless casualties."
"It's better to believe it than not to believe it. What do you think?"
Su Qingyu's expression was calm, as if she was just saying it casually.
But Third Master Yan had clearly seen the complex emotions in her eyes: fear, hatred, calculation...
From the day the little girl broke into the study to when they met today, he found that he could see through her more and more.
Forget it, I can only wait until I come back from the northwest to investigate in detail.
The wind and snow outside suddenly stopped, and Zhenzhu suddenly walked in and whispered to Su Qingyu, "Miss, I just went back to check, and the eldest young master has arrived. He is with the third young lady now."
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