Chapter 3, Two Signatures

Ji Yingying turned her head back and disappeared, and the crying from next door also ceased. Yang Jingyuan looked at a simple-looking man who stood up and quickly followed him, using his finger to hook and pull off the tobacco pouch from Ji Fu's belt. He called out to Ji Fu: "Uncle, you dropped your thing"

This barrel contains three hundred eighty-four sticks. Each stick is firmly remembered by the worry-free monk.

The crisp laughter of Ji Yingying came from the other side of the screen. Yang Jingyuan's mood soured again. If he couldn't enjoy himself, he wouldn't let her have it easy either

He finished reading and perked up his ears to listen for any sounds

Yang Jingyuan originally did not want to use his family's name, but he was curious about which family the mischievous and adorable young lady belonged to. He nodded with a beaming smile and said: "I am the third son of the Yang family."

Ji Yingying shamelessly claimed to be seeking a marriage connection with Zhao Xiuyuan, playfully smiling and saying: "Why not check what the fortune says?"

Zhao Xiuyuan has never missed an appointment. Why did he not come today? ... During our last meeting, he mentioned that he would ask a matchmaker to propose, yet today he has broken his promise ... . ... Ji Yingying's mood has also soured.

She did not want to let the man behind the screen, who was secretly watching her sign, off easily, so she pinched Xiang'er and whispered, "Pretend to cry! The more sorrowful, the better! When we return to the city, I will buy you freshly baked brown sugar pastries from Li's!"

The dining hall of Zhu Lin Temple is small, consisting of only one large room. Unless it is a wealthy family that insists on reserving the entire place for the sake of tranquility, they dine here just like the other pilgrims. In the dining hall, there is a screen that serves to separate the dining areas for men and women.

Can it not be faster? Ji Yingying kicked the wild grass on the ground in frustration. She was angry because she did not meet the person she wanted to see. Weakly, she said: "It is still early; I will go ask for a fortune stick."

She immediately thought of that seal. No, no, it must be the inscription on the back. Brother Xiuyuan must be preoccupied with something, which is why he hasn't come. In a few days, she will be able to see him.

In a moment of urgency, Yang Jingyuan recalled the fifteenth divination he had drawn, which was on the same page as the eleventh. He had a photographic memory and remembered the text of the divination: "Ah, I remembered incorrectly. The text of the eleventh divination seems to suggest that in idleness, one can trust in the future; an old friend wanders a thousand miles, and the wild geese at the horizon convey messages, a hint of plum blossoms brings back the colors of spring. It is indeed a good omen. All expectations can be fulfilled, but one must wait for a little while. How could I have remembered it wrong?" All expectations can be fulfilled, but one must wait for a little while. How could I have remembered it wrong?

The sudden voice that interrupted made both Monk Wuyou and Ji Yingying raise their heads in anger simultaneously

If you won't provide an interpretation of the divination, is it really worth treating me this way

Ji Fu, unaware of the deception, picked up the pipe and turned to Yang Jingyuan to bow, saying: "Thank you, young master"

All matters are unfavorable

Ji Yingying heard it very clearly. So this is how the inscription is.

Without a trace, difficult to find near or far, a storm arises from a flat ground, seeming to laugh yet turning to weep. The eleventh divination is a lower-grade sign! Alas, all matters are unfavorable!

The carefree monk was also quite angry; he wanted to ask Ji Yingying for help in embroidering a robe. He snapped the book shut, stood up, and said, "I only interpret ten divinations a day. Please come back tomorrow."

Xiang'er loves to eat brown sugar pot stickers the most. Every time she follows Ji Yingying out, she hopes to have one to satisfy her cravings. She dares not disobey Ji Yingying's orders, and coupled with the temptation of the brown sugar pot stickers, Xiang'er makes a quick decision, buries her head in her arm, and cries out loud

As soon as the words fell, the cries continued from the other side. He saw Ji Yingying peeking in from the door of the meditation room, smiling brightly and excitedly saying, "Uncle Ji, I drew a winning lot! I'm so happy. Once you finish eating, we can go home."

Ji Fu is merely a household servant, unable to retain the third young master of the Yang family, and he feels a bit regretful about it. Throughout the entire Yizhou Prefecture, there are countless dyeing houses along the banks of the Min River, Huanhua Creek, and Jin River. The silk dyed by the Ji family is renowned, yet it cannot withstand the fierce competition. He sighed and left the Zhulin Temple to inform Ji Yingying about this matter

Ji Fu quickly introduced himself: "I am a servant of the Huanhua Dyeing Workshop, accompanying my young mistress to pay respects. If the gentleman does not mind, I will return to inform my mistress and prepare a warm welcome for you."

Hearing Ji Yingying speak, Yang Jingyuan could recognize her voice. He could not be sure about the sound of her crying. Listening to the other party wailing sorrowfully, he felt that he had gone too far. The person was seeking a romantic relationship, and even the monk was reluctant to say it was a bad omen. It was not as if she had added too much salt to the vegetarian dish, so why should he vent his anger on her. Harmony - Picture - Book

The eleventh sign is a lower sign. The text reads: "Without trace and without mark, difficult to find both near and far, a storm arises on level ground, seeming to laugh yet turning to weep"

After finishing the brown sugar guokui, Ji Yingying, with a beaming smile, thought of a way to go out

Every few days, Ji Yingying would come by. The carefree monk had known her for a long time. With a cheerful smile, he received the bamboo sticks, glanced at the number, and asked, "What does Little Benefactor Ji wish to request?"

Master, isn't this the text of the eleventh oracle? Yes, it is indeed this one, do not flip through any further! Quickly help this young lady with the interpretation. I am still waiting for you to interpret the oracle.

The carefree monk gazed at Ji Yingying's face, which was as beautiful as a hibiscus, and without needing to guess, he knew that the young girl had come to seek a marriage match. He did not want to make her sad, so he took out a thick book of divination texts and slowly began to flip through it: "Little benefactor, you do not know what you wish to seek, which is called a lack of sincerity in the heart. If the heart is not sincere, then this divination will not be accurate."

In the county town, Li Ji's freshly baked brown sugar pot helmet is slightly yellow and crispy. With a gentle bite, the melted amber-colored brown sugar flows out, both hot and fragrant. Ji Yingying and Xiang'er sit in the mule cart, their hands dripping with sugar as they shyly laugh and lick their fingers. With this little secret, the bond between the master and servant deepens a bit more.

What is it to you? Master Wuyou, keep this divination stick for me. I will come back next time to interpret it! Ji Yingying recognized the man from the forest behind the mountain, and in anger, she turned and left.

Oh, so it is Miss Ji from the Sandao Yan Huanhua Dyeing Workshop. After Yang Jingyuan learned the information he wanted to know, he declined Ji Fu, saying, "I have urgent matters to attend to and must return to Yizhou City. I will definitely pay a visit to Master Ji when I have the time. Farewell."

Yang Jingyuan could not help but laugh in anger

Meeting in private only once every month or two, Ji Yingying inevitably misses Zhao Xiuyuan a bit. Having just visited the Bamboo Forest Temple, what other excuse could she have to go out again

After speaking, she smiled at Yang Jingyuan. Her eyebrows exaggeratedly bounced up and down, full of joy

Only those from wealthy families can wear this lotus red brocade. This year, the Ji family supplied a batch of lotus red to the prominent brocade families of Yang in Yizhou and Zhao in the county town. Hearing Yang Jingyuan claim to be from Yizhou, Ji Fu couldn't help but add, "But is he the young master of the Yang family, the brocade king of Yang Alley?"

Ji Yingying pouted her lips. She thought to herself, isn't it just the Jin Wang Yang family? What is so remarkable about them? This autumn, during the brocade competition, the Zhao family will surely surpass the Yang family and seize the Jin Wang plaque from them, and in the future, they will also be called Jin Wang Zhao.

Who says that monks have no temper? The carefree monk glanced at the sun and thought to instruct the kitchen to add more seasoning to the vegetarian dishes for this tongue-twisting gentleman

She walked to the main hall, sincerely shaking the divination sticks in the bucket. Hearing the bamboo stick fall to the ground, Ji Yingying picked it up and looked at it. The stick was marked with the number eleven. She took the stick to find the old monk who was sitting at a table set up beside the main hall: "Master Wuyou, please help me interpret this stick."

On the way back, Ji Yingying anxiously watched the people passing by on the road, fearing that she might miss Zhao Xiuyuan. It was not until the mule cart entered the city that she finally gave up hope

Ji Yingying stared at the ground, her embroidered shoes gently nudging the wild grass that sprouted from the cracks in the stone slabs, thinking of Zhao Xiuyuan's affectionate gaze, his tall figure, and a flush of warmth rose to her face. Who says her heart is not sincere? She just feels too shy to admit it

You are too kind, sir. I am a local. My name is Yang Jingyuan from Yizhou Prefecture. I have heard that the Bamboo Grove Temple is quite miraculous, and I have come here to seek a divination. May I ask if there are any other places nearby worth visiting

Xiang'er saw Ji Yingying entering through the back door and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a smile as she approached: "Madam, you have returned quite quickly."

He came to the Bamboo Forest Temple sincerely to seek a divination. He had been waiting for quite a while beside the old monk, who was still chatting with that lively young lady. From her appearance, it seemed she had someone special in her heart, yet she felt shy about asking for a love fortune. Out of curiosity, he stepped forward to take a look at her divination slip. Upon seeing it, he nearly burst out laughing. This young lady's love fortune was not favorable, while his own divination slip was a favorable one.

The Shu Red Silk of the Huahua Dye House represents the flowers of each season with its various shades of red. The peony red, begonia red, and apricot peach red symbolize spring, while summer is represented by the rose, kapok, and cherry red. Autumn has its own colors, and winter has its own reds

Yang Jingyuan took two bites of the dish and, despite drinking two bowls of tea, still felt thirsty. At eighteen, when one is growing, Yang Jingyuan forced himself to eat two bowls of white rice, feeling only half full. Observing the people around him praising the deliciousness of the food, he realized that the old monk must be deliberately teasing him

Ji's family has supplied more silk threads. He immediately recognized that the light shirt with lotus flower red small round patterns worn by Yang Jingyuan was woven from the Shu red silk dyed by Ji's family