Chapter 184: First Confrontation, Understanding Wei Ting
In front of Hanshan Temple.
Ancient trees are towering, and green pines and cypresses shade each other.
As soon as Ji Qingwu got off the carriage, he attracted the attention of many pilgrims.
The crabapple red dress was completely ruined by Emperor Wu Su, so she changed into a bright red gauze dress with peony neon brocade pattern.
This outfit was even more seductive than the one she wore yesterday. She stood there, her gauze skirt as ethereal as mist.
Ji Qingwu's dress was bright and charming, but her expression was not frivolous. She walked into the temple step by step as if she was walking on dense red clouds.
Compared to the streets yesterday, most of the people who come here to burn incense are women, and they are dressed simply and elegantly.
This bright color suddenly appeared in the crowd, and everyone's attention was focused on it. Among them, the ladies and daughters of noble families looked down upon Ji Qingwu's behavior.
Lanzhi felt uncomfortable when she was looked at with contempt by this group of people.
The maid was worried that Ji Qingwu could not bear such gazes, so she whispered to comfort her: "Fifth Miss, they must be so disrespectful because they saw that you are so beautiful."
Ji Qingwu's eyes turned and he looked at the people who were looking at him, and a generous and natural smile appeared on his face.
She said, "It doesn't matter. They can look at me however they want. I won't be missing anything."
Ji Qingwu walked to the majestic stone lions at the gate and looked at the winding path down the mountain: "Besides, this is exactly the effect I want. I'm afraid they won't watch it."
On this road, you can see a few crimson purple carriages coming this way.
Ji Qingwu curled his lips and said, "Lanzhi, let's go in first."
The two came to the main hall, Lanzhi spread out a cushion for her. Looking at the gods and Buddhas all over the hall, Ji Qingwu knelt down and put his palms together.
She silently prayed in her heart: May her journey be smooth and her wish be fulfilled.
Not long after, the abbot personally led a group of people into the house. Leading the group was an old lady in dark purple clothes. She was nearly 70 years old, but her back was still straight and she looked very majestic.
Following behind him were the women in the family and the servants, about twenty people in total.
When Madam Wei entered the palace, she saw this gorgeous figure and frowned uncomfortably.
The old lady had a very sharp eye. Just by looking at her back, she knew that the girl had a noble aura and did not look like a prostitute in a brothel.
But I was unhappy in my heart, and I didn't know whose girl she was. She was dressed so seductively, so unruly, and disrespectful to gods and Buddhas.
If she had free time, Madam Wei might have given her some advice, but she was so overwhelmed by her evil grandson that she had no intention of interfering.
In the hall, the woman was heard mumbling softly.
"Please pray to the Buddha, that my lover and I can get married soon, and that the elders in his family can agree to it sooner."
It turns out he was seeking a marriage partner.
But with such undignified attire, which upright family would be willing to marry such a daughter-in-law?
The young woman following behind Madam Wei gossiped with the people around her: "How can a decent girl have a lover? Who knows, he might be a man who wants to climb up the social ladder and has evil intentions."
Madam Wei, just pretend you can't hear it and calm down.
Nanny Pan had already arranged all the necessary prayer mats and offerings, and was about to hand the incense in her hand to Madam Wei.
At this moment, Ji Qingwu slowly stood up, inserted the incense in his hand into the burner, bent down and raised his hand with graceful movements, and the thin smoke rose up.
When she turned around, her eyes met Madam Wei's.
Ji Qingwu curled her lips and smiled at the old lady. After seeing her face clearly, displeasure appeared on the other person's calm face.
Qiao told her that Madam Wei had a lot of rules.
Over the years, Wei Ting has been away from Lin'an for a long time, and all the big and small matters in the family have to be left to the old lady to decide.
What Madam Wei hated most in her life was women who were coquettish, frivolous and dissolute.
Ji Qingwu specially made a fuss on the street yesterday just for the purpose of meeting this old lady Wei at this moment.
Wei Ting could disregard her wishes.
But how dare he disobey the words of his grandmother, who was over 70 years old and had the final say?
A dark color flashed in Ji Qingwu's eyes, and his smile became brighter. Through the curling cigarette smoke, his eyebrows and eyes were as bright as a flower fairy in a painting.
She raised her seductive red lips, deliberately clamped her throat, and said in a sweet voice: "Meet Madam Wei."
Madam Pan, who was beside Madam Wei, stepped forward and said, "Young lady, my old lady still needs to worship Buddha. If you have nothing to do, please move aside."
This was said to give her face, meaning that she was an eyesore and a nuisance.
Ji Qingwu stepped aside and didn't argue any further.
She glanced at the maid beside her, and Lanzhi nodded at her.
Ji Qingwu hooked his fingers, and the master and servant transmitted a silent signal.
Lanzhi left the hall first, and Ji Qingwu walked slowly behind her, her waist swaying gracefully, as if she was about to twist into a beautiful and charming water snake.
Seeing her behavior, the unmarried girls of the Wei family all blushed and secretly cursed her for being indecent.
Besides, how could a maid go out before her master? It seems that she is not a lady from a respectable family.
As Ji Qingwu walked to the door, several men came running towards him.
These people each have their own strengths.
There is a young man with peach blossom eyes holding wild flowers picked at the temple gate, and there is a country boy holding a heart-shaped stone.
There was also a weak-looking scholar, holding a bunch of sour love poems in his hand, talking to her about everything...
"Miss Ji, whether you like these flowers or not, they are all picked by me personally, so they are guaranteed to be fresh. Only such freshness can match your beauty."
The villager with shiny dark skin said: "Miss Ji, look at me! This stone of mine is very important. It is my family heirloom. The heart shape represents my heart."
The young man with peach blossom eyes spat and said, "Your stone has such a sour and stinky smell. Don't make the young lady sick. Keep it away!"
The villager reluctantly took the stone he had just taken out of the pickle jar and moved it farther away.
The pale-faced scholar looked at her affectionately.
"There is a beautiful woman, I never forget her when I see her. If I don't see her for a day, I miss her like crazy. Since I saw you for the first time yesterday, I have fallen deeply in love with you."
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Ji Qingwu quickly waved to Lanzhi to come over.
Lanzhi was watching with great interest and came over to ask, "What's wrong? Fifth Miss, are they not acting well?"
Ji Qingwu whispered, "Deduct some money from the big black guy holding the stone over there. Who allowed him to do it freely?"
The stone made her eyes sore and she felt like vomiting.
Lanzhi suppressed her laughter and stepped aside.
Outside the palace gate, it was extremely lively.
No one dared to say a word in the main hall.
Madam Wei seemed not to hear the noise outside. With her eyelids closed and a peaceful look on her face, she told the gods and Buddhas what she was seeking in her heart.
Then, Nanny Pan carefully helped her up, and Madam Wei straightened the wrinkles on her clothes before walking slowly to the door of the hall.
Ji Qingwu held a bunch of wild flowers in both hands, listening to the scholar reciting poems that he had picked up from somewhere, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
There was a moment in her heart when she understood Wei Ting...
Madam Wei's voice was heard from behind Ji Qingwu.
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