Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

Chapter 110 The Dream Soul Cannot Reach the Mountain Pass

In the cold, regretful and self-blaming, Jiang Yuchen spent the night wearing thin clothes.

Later, he leaned against the wall, clasped his hands together, and slowly fell asleep.

He even fantasized about taking Xiangyun out with him, and living a happy life together in a place where no one knew them.

But Xiangyun's indifferent look towards him irritated him, and he felt that his life had suddenly lost its meaning.

Just like that, at daybreak, the young monk in the temple got up to do his morning prayers and heard the sound of a civet cat scratching at the door outside.

When I opened the door, I heard a "thump" and something fell to the ground.

The young master was startled and walked closer to see that it was the young man who wanted to visit Buddha yesterday.

I saw him sleeping against the temple gate all night.

His thin clothes were wet by the night dew, and he looked like a comfortable baby in swaddling clothes as he slept with his eyes closed.

The young monk quickly walked to the boy and touched his nose with his hand. Although his face was cold, his breathing was even and there was nothing wrong with his body. It seemed that he was just asleep.

The little monk slowly woke him up and gently called his name: "Donor, donor..."

Jiang Yuchen was drowsy and was currently immersed in a dream.

He vaguely felt someone touching his face and was trying hard to wake himself up, but he didn't want to wake up.

In the dream, he brought Xiangyun to a paradise on earth, where Xiangyun truly became his wife.

But in the dream, Xiangyun suddenly walked farther and farther away.

No matter how Jiang Yuchen ran, he couldn't catch up with her. He shouted Xiangyun's name in a hurry.

Just then the young master's voice woke him up, and he realized it was a dream.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was a young monk from the temple.

So, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, he loudly asked, "Little Master, has your elder brother agreed to accept me and let me convert to Buddhism?"

The young master simply replied, “Sir, the dew was heavy late at night and I have been out in the cold all night.

Let's go to the temple and have some vegetarian food and drink some ginger soup to warm ourselves up!"

Jiang Yuchen suddenly sneezed twice and felt cold all over, so he hurriedly followed his master into the temple's meditation room.

The young master helped him change his clothes, gave him some ginger soup, and then he went to have a vegetarian meal.

He suddenly realized that the four elements are empty, and that by converting to Buddhism, he could actually achieve inner peace.

So he asked the young monk: "How can I see their eldest brother?"

The young monk put his hands together, looked at him and told him, "My eldest brother has gone down the mountain. If you really want to worship Buddha, you can stay here for a while.

When Senior Brother comes, go see him yourself!"

Jiang Yuchen turned around and thought, if he went home now, all that awaited him would be marrying a stranger, and Xiangyun now had a stable life, so he might as well stay here for the time being.

At least I can gain inner peace and escape the pressure of my parents to get married.

And the more Jiang Yuchen thought about the maid Xiao Cui, the more he felt that nothing had happened between him and her.

He was very drunk that night, and even though we kissed and hugged at the beginning, he fell asleep quickly in the end.

In this way, Jiang Yuchen settled down in the temple.

"Yu'er, it's such a nice day, why don't you come out?"

Early that morning, Daiyu had just finished breakfast and was changing clothes when Jiaorou came over.

When Daiyu saw Jiaorou, she hurried to her side, changed the cushion for her, and the two of them sat by the window and talked.

"Yu'er, you've been gone for a long time." Jiaorou said casually while cracking melon seeds.

"Yeah, I have some family matters to deal with. I haven't been home for years, and the old house has fallen into disrepair, so I hired someone to renovate it."

Daiyu looked at Jiaorou and suddenly thought how great it would be if she was her own sister.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and quickly told Xiaowan to get the snacks she had brought back from Yangzhou.

After a while, Xiaowan came over with a smile, holding an exquisite box in her hand. She placed it carefully on the table and left quietly.

Jiaorou stared at the box curiously, her eyes full of confusion and expectation.

She saw that the box was wrapped in a beautiful silk handkerchief, and it was obvious that this was no ordinary gift.

She gently lifted the silk, revealing an exquisite packaging box with beautiful paintings on it, which made people want to like it at first sight.

Jiaorou couldn't help but look up at Daiyu, her eyes full of questions.

Daiyu smiled and nodded to her, indicating that she should open the mysterious gift herself.

Jiaorou hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her slender fingers and gently opened the package.

When she saw what was inside, she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement - it was so beautiful!

I saw that the lining inside the box was pink and had several small grids.

And there is a beautiful pastry in each small grid - lotus pastry, rose cheese pastry, red bean cake, osmanthus cake, and mung bean cake.

When Jiaorou saw these snacks, she felt as if she saw those exquisite and graceful craftsmen.

She couldn't help but wonder what kind of skillful hands made this!

Daiyu looked at her with a smile and said softly, "Sister, this is a pastry from my hometown, Gusu. Please try it."

Jiaorou rubbed her eyes again and looked at these works of art made by hands kissed by angels with excitement.

She picked up a lotus pastry moistened with oil and placed it in the palm of her hand, looking at it carefully.

She kept looking at it like this and couldn't bear to eat it.

Daiyu smiled and said, "Sister, I only brought a few boxes of snacks. This box is for you. Come and try it."

Jiaorou still stared at the lotus pastry in her hand.

Seeing it is like a blooming lotus with layers of petals, it is delicate and tastes delicious;

Daiyu was amused by her.

Jiaorou picked up a rose cheese pastry and put it in Daiyu's mouth. Daiyu took a sip and the rose jam and rich cheese were very delicious.

She counted the remaining snacks with a delicate smile, indicating that she would wrap them up and not let anyone taste them.

She murmured to herself, "I can't bear to eat such a beautiful work of art."

Daiyu looked at her helplessly and let her fiddle with the pastries.

I saw her open the snack box again and look at the pastries again.

She said happily: "I like anything beautiful that is pleasing to the eye.

Yu'er, thank you for giving me these beautiful cakes!"

I saw those pastries—pink red bean cakes shaped like five-petal flowers, sweet but not greasy, with a delicate texture;

The flower cakes exuding charming floral fragrance make you feel like you are in a sea of ​​flowers;

There's the fragrant, soft and delicious osmanthus cake that melts in your mouth, and the cool and refreshing mung bean cake that melts in your mouth.

Daiyu accidentally learned that there was such a dim sum shop, and when she went in, she found that it was indeed as famous as its reputation.

She wanted to bring back a few more boxes for everyone to try, but she didn't expect the prince to leave the capital, so she forgot about it.

She wanted to give the prince a surprise, but she didn't expect that the first person to taste it would be Jiaorou.

She looked at Jiao Rou looking at the cakes with joy, loving them like treasures, and couldn't help but think of the prince.

What would the prince do when he saw this? Would he take all the delicious parts of the cakes and eat them himself?

However, before she had the chance to meet the prince, she was separated from him, and her mood, which had originally calmed down, was disrupted again.

The soul flies away in pain across the vast distance, and it is difficult for the soul to reach the mountains and rivers in dreams!

My Lord, are you doing well at the border?