"Aren't my cousin here?" Cui Wenxiang asked nervously.↑,

"Of course she is there, but she is a little uncomfortable today and can't meet Wen Xiang anymore."

Mrs. Lu casually criticized the reason why her daughter refused to come out as physical discomfort. She was actually very annoyed. Her husband happened to be away during this period, and she could use this period to promote the emotional fusion between her daughter and her nephew. As long as the two were in a close relationship, the husband could no longer object, and Cui Lu's marriage would be natural.

But her daughter has the kind of soft outside and hard inside. She is determined not to come to see Wen Xiang, which makes her both annoyed and helpless.

"If Wen Xiang wants to see her, she will actually have opportunities in the future, so she won't be in a hurry."

Cui Wenxiang couldn't hide his inner disappointment. Today he wanted to see his cousin, make her happy, and then ask her out for an outing, and then get close to her step by step. His ultimate goal was achieved, but his aunt said that her cousin was not in good health and did not allow him to visit her. This was obviously because her cousin refused to see him, and it might not be sick.

He sighed and simply plucked up the courage to ask directly: "Auntie, do you really have no chance?"

Mrs. Lu laughed. The young man was always unable to hold back. A little bit of setback would lose confidence. How could he be the head of the Cui family in the future? She comforted Cui Wenxiang and said, "Don't worry! Aunt will help you, and you will definitely be satisfied."

"But uncle's side"

"Although your uncle has not made a clear statement, he has not opposed Cui Lu's marriage. He just needs your father to have a good talk with your uncle and give in some aspects. I think your uncle can agree. As for your cousin, it is actually not a big problem. The matchmaker's words, parents' orders! Once a woman gets married or has children, some of her little emotions when she is a girl will pass, so you don't have to worry too much."

Cui Wenxiang was overjoyed by his aunt's instructions. It turned out that as long as his father was willing to give in, his uncle could agree. The problem was that the relationship between Cui Lu and Lu families was not big, and he could convince his father.

Cui Wenxiang suddenly became excited and smiled again, "I heard from Qingyuan that my uncle went to Chang'an and Chengdu to inspect the official schools. It will take at least one month to come back, right?"

Mrs. Lu nodded, "Because there are too many people begging your uncle. I can't be too annoyed. Since the list has been set, he will go out to avoid it, so that he will be unable to bear the favors. It will probably take a month to come back. When spring is in full bloom, let your father have a good talk. I think this marriage will be settled."

Mrs. Lu knows her husband very well. She has complained to her more than once that Cui is too strong. She suppresses Lu in all aspects and must change this situation. Mrs. Lu guessed her husband's true thoughts. He was not unwilling to marry Cui Lu, but wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of this marriage to force Cui to make concessions.

For example, the Cui family school refused to open it to the children of the Lu family, for example, the Lu family could not get a noble seat at a major ceremony held by the Cui family, etc. The husband is a person who pays great attention to details. He will definitely ask the Cui family to make concessions to the Lu family in terms of details. As long as his brother can make many concessions in detail and ensure the dignity of the Lu family, the marriage can be completed smoothly.

No matter what, she will lead her to a thread, which will lead to the marriage between the next generation of Cui Lu family.

Cui Wenxiang received the guarantee from his aunt, and his mind began to become active. If he encouraged himself and his cousin to fall in love with his cousin on the premise that the marriage was guaranteed, wouldn’t the marriage be even sweeter? The key is to make his cousin accept him willingly. There is only one month left, so he can get some opportunities and please his cousin.

Thinking of this, Cui Wenxiang smiled and said, "My nephew has time these days. I want to take my cousin out for a stroll and relax my mood. Is there any possibility for my aunt?"

Mrs. Lu was very satisfied with her nephew's active attitude. She nodded and smiled: "Tomorrow morning, your cousin will go to Chanlin Temple to burn incense. You can take this opportunity to take her out for a walk."

Cui Wenxiang was overjoyed, and he asked again with a smile: "Aunt you don't go?"

"I originally wanted to go together, but I'd better leave the opportunity to you young people!"

Cui Wenxiang quickly got up and saluted, "Thank you, my nephew, for your help!"

Chanlin Temple is located near Longmen, Luoyang. Among the more than 30 temples in Luoyang, its scale can only be considered medium-sized and its reputation is average. It is a second-rate temple, but many officials still regard it as their worship temple.

This is also the convention of Buddhist temples. After the prosperous Jin Dynasty and Southern and Northern Dynasties, Buddhism has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Almost every household has its own fixed incense temple, and officials and powerful people even have their own temples to worship. They offer incense and oil money to support monks every year. Even Emperor Wen of Sui Yang Jian also has his own Huangjue Temple.

Since Lu Zhuo came to the capital to be an official, of course he also had to choose a temple to worship. The reason why he chose the Zenlin Temple was because Lu Chu, another clan member of the Lu family who was an official in the capital, officially adopted the Zenlin Temple as his worship temple, and offered incense, oil and money for incense, oil and food and rice at the end of the year. For the Zenlin Temple, which has only more than 300 monks, Lu Zhuo is their most noble pilgrimage, not because of the official position, but because of the reputation of the "Fanyang Lu Family".

Today is February 27th. Chanlin Temple received a letter sent by Mrs. Lu a month ago, saying that she would bring her daughter to Chanlin Temple to restore it and hoped that the temple would make proper arrangements.

The so-called proper arrangement means not wanting outsiders to disturb you, so Chanlin Temple began to clean the temple the day before, replacing the futon, and stopped accepting pilgrims one hour before the agreed time to prepare for the welcome to Mrs. Lu and her daughter.

In the morning, Cui Wenxiang and several followers came to Chanlin Temple in advance. Today he dressed up specially, wearing a golden crown and a slightly thin layer of powder on his face, making his lips and teeth look red and white. He was handsome and handsome. He was wearing a brocade robe with white background, a jade belt on his waist, and a sword inlaid with golden silk. He rode on a tall and majestic white horse. Perhaps because of his full confidence, he seemed even more energetic. Many young girls who came to the suburbs to go out for an admiration could not help but look at him.

Cui Wenxiang's conditions are indeed very good. He is a legitimate son of a famous family, a Jinbang high school, young and promising, with a strong background of his father and family, and has a bright future. In addition, he is knowledgeable and talented, and handsome. Who would not want to marry such a husband? Cui Wenxiang has become an idol loved by countless girls from Hebei families.

But things in the world are often so interesting. Although more than 90% of girls from Hebei families admire Cui Wenxiang, Cui Wenxiang's cousin he likes does not value him, which makes him very frustrated.

However, with the clear promise of my aunt, Cui Wenxiang saw the dawn of winning this marriage. Indeed, the relationship between Cui Lu and the two families had long been deeply rooted. Even if there were a little bit of turmoil and unhappiness, it would not affect the long-term interests between the two families.

Cui Wenxiang came to Chanlin Temple. He turned over and got off his horse and walked towards the temple gate. He saw many pilgrims coming out of the temple one after another. Just as he was about to enter, an old monk clasped his hands and stopped him.

"Amitabha, there will be a distinguished guest in my temple. I am really sorry if I can ask my son to come again another day!"

Cui Wenxiang smiled and said, "Your distinguished guest is Mrs. Lu, right!"

"How did the young master know?" the old monk asked in surprise.

"I met Mrs. Lu yesterday. She asked me to come to the temple to wait for them. But today Mrs. Lu can't come if she has something to do. Only Miss Lu's family comes here, so I'm here to wait for her."

The old monk became even more confused and asked quickly: "Master Zun's name?"

Cui Wenxiang raised his eyebrows proudly and said, "Cui Wenxiang is from the Cui family of Boling and the son of Mr. Cui!"

The old monk suddenly felt awe-inspiring. It turned out to be the son of Cui Zhao and the prince of the Cui clan of Boling. He quickly saluted and said, "I just rude, please follow me!"

Cui Wenxiang followed the old monk to the noble guest room, and someone ran to report to the abbot. After a moment, the abbot of the temple, Master Hongzhi, walked quickly and saluted with his hands together, "Welcome Mr. Cui to the small temple."

Cui Wenxiang smiled slightly, "You don't have to be polite at the abbot. I'm just here to accompany Miss Lu to burn incense. I wonder when she will arrive?"

"It should be coming soon! Mr. Cui, please come into the room for tea and wait."

Cui Wenxiang walked into the noble guest room and sat down. A young monk served him tea. He took a sip of tea and asked with a smile: "I wonder if the other pilgrims have already invited them out of the temple?"

"I have notified that they will go out by themselves. They are all old pilgrims. You can't be too rude. Please forgive me!"

At this time, Master Hongzhi suddenly thought of a pilgrimage, and quickly waved his hand to call the monk from Zhike, and whispered to him: "You go to the Main Hall quickly, and ask the pilgrim who sees the arhat to leave." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!