After a while, the hall door creaked and opened.

As if you walk out of the inside.

But before he could speak, Feng Rugu laughed and said, "Where did I come from my apprentice, Junior Sister Yan, you are joking with me again."

Sang Luojiu coughed lightly and explained to Ruyi in a low voice: "Laby, sorry, my master is afraid that he is drunk and admits the wrong palace gate."

After saying that, he pinched his throat, and the clear young man's voice turned into a soft voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female: "Senior Brother, Master is waiting for you in the hall, and I'm anxious."

Feng Rugu swallowed: "My teacher's wife isn't here, right?"

"Here. Master's wife is waiting to go down the mountain with Master to travel together. If you go late, he will get angry."

Feng Rugu trembled a lot and reached out and said, "Hurry, I'll go right away."

Unexpectedly, he was already dizzy and got up too fast again. His legs were weak and he staggered and fell backwards.

Ruyi reacted quickly, and took his back with a palm, then turned over and pushed him into Sang Luojiu's arms.

Sang Luojiu steadily caught it and was very polite: "It's so late, I'm disturbing the layman. Please rest early."

He helped Feng Rugu back to the main hall.

Just like that, I will return to the hall.

Hai Jing stroked her chest and muttered: "Fortunately, Yun Zhongjun is drunk."

Ru Yi said nothing, her always cold expression looked a little annoyed.

Gossip and lies behind the scenes are all verbal karma, which is a taboo in Buddhism.

But Feng Ruju's sound of the piano was too much like the calming song played by his adoptive father for himself when he was unable to fall asleep in the past, so he could not help but care.

Perhaps no one thinks that after ten years, one person can still remember another's piano sound, fingering, and skills, and it is as clear as yesterday.

Back then, the adoptive father taught him step by step to learn how to write a ruler, recognize the eyes of the board, and understand the palace tunes. He occasionally thought he was stupid, and most of the time he praised him for his intelligence.

Just like I think that I regard my adoptive father as the only one, and so does the adoptive father.

...But the adoptive father taught Feng Rugu's guzheng so well, so good that it was almost like the same person played it.

The better the music is, the more Hai Jing praises it, the more it is like fire burning the heart, and it is very irritable, which leads to the words of losing their composure just now.

Since meeting Feng Rugu, Ruyi has felt that she was incompetent and needs to punish herself.

Ru closed her eyes for a while, made up her mind, picked up a small piece of red sandalwood, put it in her mouth, and took out a wooden sign with the words "Zhiyu" from her own belongings and hung it around her waist.

Haijing was shocked when he saw this scene: "Uncle Master?"

As if you show it with a wooden sign, point to your mouth, shake your head, and then continue to meditate.

Hai Jing was stunned and felt a little admiration.

The uncle of the junior teacher treats others strictly and is strict with himself. Since he has committed verbal karma, he has to practice silent meditation to reflect on it.

You should know that according to the rules of Hanshan Temple, a small entrance to the red sandalwood is a ban for a whole month.

As for Ruyi, after holding the red sandalwood, my mood finally calmed down.

However, there was still a sound of the qin in his ears, which kept circling the beams, disturbing his heartstrings from time to time.

...

As soon as the gate of the main hall was closed, the "drunk" Feng Rugu left Sang Luojiu's support and stood up straight.

"The little monk has good ears." Feng Rugu took off his outer robe, "I do have the guidance of the famous guzheng master."

Sang Luojiu didn't seem surprised by the fact that "Master is not drunk". He stood behind him and put his clothes on his clothes and hung them up in an orderly manner: "Yes, Master's guzheng plays very well. He just never teaches his disciples."

Feng Rugu said: "I am not a zither master, why are you teaching you this?"

Sang Luojiu smiled and replied: "Yes."

Feng Rugu said shamelessly: "My greatest achievement is that I will not drag you down."

Sang Luo has stopped talking for a long time.

Feng Rugu looked back at him: "Luo Jiu, just now, you heard their comments and made a sound on purpose, right?"

Sang Luojiu raised Xingliang's eyes, but did not deny it, and smiled gently: "Master, I know my mistake."

Feng Rugu didn't mean to blame him: "Yes, I know how to cooperate with me. It's just to scare me with my master's wife. It's so bad. You don't know that I'm most afraid of him."

Sang Luojiu took two steps back and smiled: "Luojiu has no intention of making mistakes, please forgive me. It's getting late, so Master should place it earlier."

Feng Rugu waved his hands and untied his clothes and belted out.

Standing in the atrium, Sang Luojiu turned his head and looked at the side hall, pondering for a moment.

Just now, he did not ask boring questions such as "Does the master attach great importance to Mr. Ruyi?"

The master pretended to be drunk, but he didn't want to embarrass the lay Buddhist.

The master has never been so considerate to anyone.

...Why?

Sang Luojiu has been smart since childhood, but he can't understand the layers of mysteries hidden in his master.

After all, he stopped thinking about it and turned around and entered the night, looking for his foolish senior brother.

I don’t know if it was because of the little monk Haijing’s words “instructions from famous teachers” or the master’s wife who was afraid of by their three brothers and sisters. Tonight, Feng Rugu dreamed of childhood.

The red walls and glazed tiles stretching for ten miles circle a magnificent house, with hundreds of hectares of bamboo forest outside the courtyard, and a green shadow of lotus ponds in the courtyard. There is a small hill in the distance. Every winter snow is set, a small silver-gloss snow crown will be worn.

This is Feng Rugu's home when he was a child.

Feng's family was in Jiangnan and started his business by selling medicines. Three generations of merchants. Feng Ru's father Feng Mingyi's generation reached its peak. He used benevolence to do business, and his business fortune was prosperous. The fragrance of medicine spread across the city. No one could underestimate it.

My parents invited the most famous guzheng teacher in Jiangnan to guide my only son Feng Ruyuan's piano skills.

He has had long hands and long legs and slender fingers since he was a child. When he was holding the guzheng, his mother leaned on the embroidery couch, holding the book in his hand, and looking at him gently.

Feng Rugu has a lively personality and a big family, which is enough for him to play, so after he finishes his homework, he always runs happily.

He likes to walk step by step under the red wall, measuring how long the wall of his house is with small steps.

The old lady moved a small step and called him from afar: "Young Master, don't fall."

The old lady has been taking care of him since childhood and has her protection. Feng Rugu never fell and hurt once.

She greeted, "Hold the watermelon out of the well, it's cool, come and eat it."

Feng Rugu ran back and grabbed the corner of the nanny's clothes and acted coquettishly: "I want to eat lychees."

The nanny touched his head helplessly: "Ancestor, I just ate it last night, aren't you afraid of getting angry."

"But the nanny didn't even eat it."

"How can the servants afford to eat the precious things? If the lady sees it, it will be amazing."

Feng Rugu looked around and took out a red-shelled fresh lychee from his pocket: "Then I'll let the nanny go!"

After saying that, he blinked at the nanny mischievously.

At a young age, he already had the appearance of a romantic young man.

Logically speaking, Feng Rugu would never enter the path of immortality in his life.

He would be a wealthy young master in the red wall for the rest of his life, take over his father's pharmacy and a huge industry. If he had no great ambitions, playing the qin and listening to the pipa would be a leisurely and wandering life.

In that year, there was a severe drought in Guanzhong. The people were famined and they ate each other.

A large number of refugees who were hungry and red-eyed were pouring into the south.

One day, the teacher of Konghou failed to come to teach. Mrs. Feng sent someone to ask. The news reported that he had injured his leg and was begging in the city. His sedan chair passed by, and the refugees blocked the road. The guy carrying the sedan chair said a few words. The two sides started to fight. The teacher of Konghou fell out of the sedan chair and was injured.

After receiving the news, Mrs. Feng sighed that the disaster year was not easy, and then sealed a red envelope and asked the ward to send it to him, asking him to recover from his injuries.

The prefect was also worried. The granary in the city had been opened once, and it was very tight. The disaster relief funds and grain and rice were still on the way. It would be unkind to keep the victims away. However, allowing the victims to pour in is also a great hidden danger to the public security in the palace.

In desperation, the prefect summoned the wealthy merchants in the city, and his intention was very clear, and he wanted these merchants to contribute funds and take over for a while before the disaster relief items arrived.

Feng Mingyi was influenced by Confucianism since childhood and valued benevolence and righteousness. Without waiting for the prefect to express his words, he agreed to take money, pay for food, and open a porridge shed.

Fengjia Manor is right next to the city. The open space in front of the manor can be used to set up a porridge shed, cook porridge day and night, and distribute it at any time. A medicine shed can also be set up to prevent and treat diseases to prevent disaster victims from bringing epidemics into the city.

The prefect was very happy and immediately made a decision.

On the day the porridge shed was opened, Feng Mingyi and his youngest son came in person. Seeing the refugees rushing to collect food, he felt relieved.

He pointed to the crowd and said, "So, if you inherit the Feng family's legacy in the future, you must remember that benevolence and virtue are the first priority. This is the cultivation of a person, the compassion for a doctor, and the benevolence and righteousness for a rich person."

Xiao Feng, who was nine years old at the time, looked at the crowd and tilted his head in confusion: "Father, how many days will this porridge shed be installed?"

"Should the disaster relief items come when the court comes."

Xiao Feng said seriously: "Then, let me say frankly, the rice my father gave them is so good."

Feng Mingyi just wanted to use examples to teach his son to do more good deeds. Unexpectedly, his son would have another great argument, so he squatted down and listened patiently: "How come he said this?"

"The disaster relief grains of the court are intended to calm the hearts of the people and curb the rebellion. Therefore, if the quantity is large, the quality will not be very good. My father first gave them fine rice and fine grains. When the disaster relief grains of the court come, they can only eat the food that is second, which will cause resentment."

Feng Mingyi was stunned, feeling that this was reasonable, but he still smiled: "How can I think of people's hearts so badly?"
To be continued...