Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

Chapter 354: The Young Master is the First Poet

It was still dark and the sky was dotted with stars, but Zijuan and Xueyan had already gotten up impatiently and quickly changed into clean and simple clothes.

Taking advantage of the early morning light, they hurried towards the ancient temple on the top of the mountain.

Along the way, the two of them kowtowed with every step. Zijuan heard that the fortune drawn this way was more accurate.

Furthermore, the first lot drawn in the temple in the early morning is often the most accurate.

That's why they came here in such a hurry.

At this moment, it was still early and everything was quiet.

The biting cold wind blew, cutting across Zijuan and Xueyan's cheeks like a sharp blade, bringing bursts of stinging pain.

But in order to express their sincerity, Zijuan and Xueyan deliberately did not wear thick clothes, but chose to endure the cold.

In front of the temple, the two people clung to each other, blowing warm breath into each other's mouths, trying to warm each other's frozen hands.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, when the first dull and distant bell sound came from the drum tower in the distance, the tightly closed door of the temple slowly opened.

Zijuan and Xueyan smiled at each other, their eyes sparkling with excitement - they became the first pilgrims to visit the temple that day.

Entering the temple, Zijuan carefully picked up a stick of incense from the table.

After Xueyan lit it, Zijuan inserted the incense into the incense burner steadily with both hands.

In an instant, wisps of green smoke rose up. The two of them clasped their hands together, closed their eyes, and moved their lips slightly as they whispered softly:

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, please bless our Miss Lin and bring good luck to her!

I also pray that you will guide us so that we can find her whereabouts as soon as possible..."

Before he finished speaking, the two of them knelt on the ground in unison and kowtowed several times respectfully to the golden and solemn Buddha statue above them.

No one knew how many times they kowtowed, but the young monk in the temple saw them kowtow continuously and pulled them up.

Zijuan and Xueyan had tears in their eyes and their hearts were almost broken. They suppressed their grief and followed the young master to the place where they drew divination sticks.

Zijuan and Xueyan closed their eyes and waited quietly for the young master to give a divination, but the first divination was empty.

The young master said, "Good, good, two female donors, there is no such person!"

Zijuan didn't give up and quickly asked the master to tell her fortune again. The master had no choice but to tell them another fortune. Who knew that this one turned out to be the best fortune!

Zijuan and Xueyan kowtowed to the young master in gratitude, put a lot of money in the incense, and then hurried down the mountain.

It had been a long time since I saw Zijuan so happy. She read the words on the stick over and over again:

“A very good fortune!

If you get this lot, you will get people when you ask for people, and you will get money when you ask for money!

You will surely turn misfortune into fortune, and good times will come after bad times!"

Zijuan smiled and took Xueyan's hand, saying proudly:

"Let's go find a shop, cut some cloth, and make clothes for the girl and the child!"

So they settled down in the capital.

Xiao Luzi, along with a few servants, anxiously shuttled through every street and alley, every tavern and teahouse, every inn and hotel in the capital.

However, no matter how hard they searched, they could not find any trace of Daiyu.

She seemed like smoke, disappearing without a trace in this vast crowd.

In desperation, Xiao Luzi had to lead a group of servants and slowly return to the palace.

Along the way, he was full of worries, constantly thinking about where to go to find the whereabouts of Fu Jin.

When he stood before the prince with a dejected look on his face and whispered to him that his search for the person was fruitless, the prince's face suddenly changed, his body swayed violently, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

He raised his hand in anger and threw the medicine bowl in his hand out with force.

The medicine bowl drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground with a bang, shattering into pieces and splashing the medicine everywhere.

The prince widened his eyes and roared:

"What's the point of keeping a bunch of idiots like you?

I can’t even find a single person!”

Before he could finish his words, the prince suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart and it was unbearable.

He quickly covered his chest with his hands, unable to utter a single word in such pain.

Seeing this, Xiao Luzi hurried forward to support the prince and consoled him distressedly:

"Master, please don't be anxious!

We will definitely find your wife, please take care of yourself!"

The prince endured the pain and staggered down into the chair.

He raised one hand and waved weakly at Xiao Luzi. After a long while, he finally caught his breath and said weakly:

"Forget it, wait until I feel better.

Tomorrow I will personally search with you!"

After saying this, the prince waved his hand tiredly, signaling Xiao Luzi to lead the maids to leave quickly, and told them to make sure to close the door and no one was allowed to enter without permission.

At this moment, the prince just wanted to be alone and quiet. His heart was really broken - she was still pregnant, where could she go alone?

The weather was very good at noon, and the sunshine made people feel warm. Daiyu, wearing thick clothes, slowly walked out of the room.

The clothes and her pregnancy made her look a little bloated, making her walk like a clumsy and cute little duck, staggering.

She didn't know to whom this mansion belonged, nor did she know who the young man who saved her that day was.

Since arriving here, the mysterious benefactor has never appeared.

Daiyu thought to herself: No matter who that person is, I must thank him in person. She will leave when the weather gets warmer.

After all, this is not a place to stay for long.

Daiyu was surprised to find that the open space under the corridor had been converted into an empty pool.

As you can imagine, the pond will be planted with gorgeous lotus flowers, and colorful koi will swim freely in the water.

When the breeze blows, ripples appear on the water of the pond, and the scene must be beautiful.

Suddenly, a deep and magnetic baritone voice sounded softly in her ears:

"Why did you get up?

It's still cold today, and you're pregnant now, so you must take good care of yourself."

Daiyu looked up suddenly when she heard the voice, and saw that the sunlight just happened to fall between the handsome eyebrows of the man in front of her, making him look even more handsome.

He was like a young man walking out of a poetic painting. He was not only handsome and elegant, but also graceful and polite.

For a moment, Daiyu felt that her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and she didn't know how to speak.

At this awkward moment, a clear shout suddenly broke the silence.

A clever little girl came running over and shouted:

"Master, the old lady wants you to go back quickly!"

When the handsome young man heard this, he only replied perfunctorily to the girl:

"Know it!"

Then he quickly turned his head back, his face full of smiles again, and looked at Daiyu.

Daiyu was a little uneasy at this time, but she quickly calmed down.

She reached out and picked up a cup of fragrant tea on the table, smiled, and said softly:

"Thank you so much for saving me, sir. I have no way to repay you, so I will use this cup of tea instead of wine to toast you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man smiled slightly, and his charming peach blossom eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars.

He took the cup of tea from Daiyu with a smile and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.

Then he picked up a piece of delicious cake, carefully handed it to Daiyu, and said softly:

"Miss, why not try our Nalan family's unique craftsmanship and see if it suits your taste."

Daiyu was shocked when she heard this, and thought to herself:

Nalan... In this capital city, there are not many families with the surname Nalan.

Perhaps the only family that could be called the Nalan family was the Ming Xiang family, which was the most powerful family in the current dynasty.

Could it be that this elegant young man is actually the eldest son of Prime Minister Ming?

While Daiyu was still in a daze, the young man had already leisurely picked up the jade flute in his hand and slowly played it.

The melodious and graceful flute sound instantly floated in the air, like a stream of clear spring flowing into Daiyu's heart.

Daiyu only felt that his clothes were fluttering in the wind and the flute was playing melodiously. It had been a long time since she became the legitimate wife and felt so relaxed playing the flute in the wind!

He put down the flute, took out his brush and wrote a line:

"My heart aches with sorrow, and I cannot sleep. How can I bear to dream of the border town alone on my pillow?"

Daiyu couldn't help but applaud:

“Good words, good words!

May I ask if you are the first poet of our dynasty, Nalan Rongruo?"