The scene of Bai Sumei wearing blue-robed ancient Buddha and the swaying oil lamp appeared in Yang Qiuchi's mind. He couldn't help but sigh: "Miss Bai, after the three-year expiration period is over, are you still planning to return to the temple?"

Bai Sumei looked depressed: "I am an ominous body, and I am defeated by my husband and father-in-law. I can't speak out even if I witnessed my sister's tragic death. My father also encountered a sudden disaster. My master said that these are all sins committed in my previous life and I will repay them in this life. Therefore, when I was out of my way, I had already decided to live this life, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name to redeem my sins in my previous life."

Yang Qiuchi glared and said, "Your master is talking nonsense! How can you blame these things on you? Yin De and his son raped and killed your sister because they were guilty of their own deeds. How can you blame your head? Mr. Bai Qian was implicated by the rebellious officers and soldiers under his command, and he died in a desperate situation, so he could not blame your head. Your master is really..., really..."

Yang Qiuchi was so angry that he was a little confused. He said a few times in a row, but he still couldn't tell what it was.

Bai Sumei lowered her head and shed tears: "I have already escaped into a monk. The grudges, love and hatred in the past have been passed by for me."

Song Yuner interrupted, "Sister Bai, you have been exiled for three thousand miles now and have left Buddhism. This monk probably doesn't count." After a pause, he pointed at Bai Sumei's head, "Look, your hair is long, so it's better to have long hair and return to secular life. Be with us, everyone is happy, how great it is."

Bai Sumei was caught for a long time, and her shaved hair had grown very long. However, only Song Yuner's carefree girl dared to speak when she pointed to her bald head. She said whatever she wanted, and there was no taboo.

Bai Sumei shook her head sadly: "Thank you, Miss Song. I have already entered a monk and have converted to my Buddha. This time I was implicated. Although I was shackled, it only locked my skin. As long as I have a Buddha in my heart, I am in a temple and in a prison. What is the difference?"

"Yes!" Yang Qiuchi also said bluntly, "Since there is no difference, don't go back to the temple after the expiration date. If you don't dislike it, just live with us. If you think it's too noisy, I can build a small temple for you at home alone, where you can practice quietly!"

Yang Qiuchi wanted Bai Sumei to be the "white crane" Miaoyu in Longcui Temple in "Dream of Red Mansions". She could go to her temple like Jia Baoyu to cook a pot of tea, taste the plum blossoms, and enjoy the extraordinary feeling.

Unexpectedly, Bai Sumei shook her head: "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your kindness. If possible, I will still respond to Jingxue Temple in Tianfu and follow the master." After a pause, he whispered, "If I don't go back to my master, but practice alone, I'm afraid I can't control the devil in my heart."

Yang Qiuchi was stunned and then understood: "It turns out that you are afraid that you can't stop the temptation of me, a little erotic demon."

Although he joked about being a little sexual demon, Yang Qiuchi still felt that he was sincere to his feelings and was not promiscuous. He was not too many of his wife and two concubines. Yuan Shikai had nine wives. Tang Bohu also had eight (there was also nine with Qiuxiang), and Wei Xiaobao also had seven.

For Bai Sumei, he agreed to take her as a concubine at the beginning, although it was more of a responsibility at that time, and it was a responsibility to have skin ties with her. Therefore, if Mrs. Bai was willing to promise Bai Sumei to him as a concubine now, he would still be willing.

But now it seems that there is almost no such possibility, because firstly, Bai Sumei no longer has this idea, secondly, Mrs. Bai dare not have such idea, thirdly, she dare not take a concubine, and before she catches the old pious wife who robs her concubine, he dare not take a concubine to take risks.

Silent for a moment, the carriage continued to stagger forward. Song Yuner was distracted and could not bear such anger. She said, "Let's find something to do, otherwise it would be so boring."

Yang Qiuchi said: "Okay, what are you looking for?"

"Is it good to drink and punch?" Song Yuner stretched out her hand.

Yang Qiuchi was startled and wanted to ask her if she was a boy or a girl. She looked at Bai Sumei and said, "Miss Bai is a monk. Isn't it good for us to drink and play with her? "

Bai Sumei smiled slightly: "It's okay, you guys play with you, I close my eyes and recite the scriptures."

Song Yuner smiled and stuck out her tongue, knowing that her proposal was too much and she couldn't think of any good ideas.

Yang Qiuchi is a drunkard. Song Yuner's suggestion caught the wineworm in his stomach. She swallowed hard and said, "It's good to drink, but it's not good to beat the punches. That's what those drunkards do. Let's do this, can we make the drink order?"

Song Yuner clapped her hands and said, "That's great! Miss Bai will drink tea instead if she doesn't drink, and the three of us will drink. By the way, there is also the braised pork sent by Lord Ma and others to drink." She turned to Mrs. Bai and said, "Auntie, are you okay?"

Since Mr. Bai Qian was beheaded, Mrs. Bai hasn't seen her daughter smile for a long time. When she saw her daughter, she smiled slightly, and her heart was happy, and her eyes were a little wet. Now when she heard Song Yuner's proposal, she even claimed that she was fine, hoping that this would make her daughter happy slowly.

Yang Qiuchi hesitated a little: "Miss Bai is a monk. It is probably not appropriate for us to drink and eat meat in front of her."

Song Yuner thought about it, but she finally thought of something fun. If she couldn't play, it would be so disappointing. She couldn't help but look at Bai Sumei with some anxiety.

Mrs. Bai agreed, but Bai Sumei was naturally not good at opposing it. She just used tea instead of wine. As for Yang Qiuchi and the others eating meat in person, they would not be so particular about it. Besides, as a sinner, what qualifications do you have to oppose the master and the others eating meat and drinking in front of their own ground?

Bai Sumei thought of this, smiled and said to Yang Qiuchi, "Young Master Yang, you can do whatever you want, it's not in the way."

Seeing that Bai Sumei had no objection, Song Yuner was overjoyed. Before leaving, Ma Du and the others had prepared many cooked foods for Yang Qiuchi, such as beef braised chicken and braised duck, and quickly ordered the little maid Yuechan to bring the food out.

Yue Chan quickly set up a small square table in the middle, brought out a few large bowls to cook wine, took a few wine glasses, and said, "Young Master, the road is bumpy, don't pour wine first. Who will lose? Let's pour wine and drink it immediately. OK?"

Yang Qiuchi nodded and praised: "It's still the little girl who is smart! Just do that."

Yuechan took out a set of octagonal blue and white ceramic pots and cups for warming wine. The body pattern was beautiful and elegant, exquisite and ancient. Open the lid of the copper stove, fill the pot with water, then put the wine warmer in the stove, and then cover the lid of the copper stove.

Yang Qiuchi asked curiously: "Yuechan, what are you doing?"

"Warm wine." Yuechan said.

The warm wine Yang Qiuchi knew that Guan Yu of the Three Kingdoms was just warm wine to kill Hua Xiong. In this cold winter, it was very comfortable to drink some warm wine. I couldn't help but chant: "Green ant fresh wine, red mud stove, the sky is about to snow, I can't help but drink a glass of wine."

Song Yuner slapped her palm in front of her nose in exaggeratedly: "It's so sour, my teeth are about to fall off!"

Yuechan praised: "Young Master is so good to write poems in the land. Otherwise, you can recite poems and essays. If you can't recite them, you will be punished for wine. Is that good?"

Song Yuner smiled at Yang Qiuchi and said, "Brother, you little girl are smart and helping you everywhere. After hearing that you recite such a good poem, she suggested chanting poems and essays. She knew that the three of us were all females. Apart from "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand Characters" and "Female Commandments", how could we do any poems, songs and essays?"

Yuechan's face turned red and she secretly looked at Yang Qiuchi.

Song Yuner continued, "Little girl, do you think your young master can really write poems? The poem he just recited was "Ask Liu Shijiu" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty."

Yuechan has never read a book, and she didn't know about it. She thought it was Yang Qiuchi who saw her warm wine just now and wrote a poem. It turned out that it was a copy of someone else's. She was snatched by Song Yuner and her face turned even redder.

Yang Qiuchi smiled and said, "Okay, Yun'er, you said you can't recite poetry. How could you know this poem if you don't know?" But I thought to myself, if I really want to recite poetry and essays, I'm afraid I can't even write limericks.

Bai Sumei seemed to have seen through Yang Qiuchi's thoughts and smiled and said, "We really can't recite poems and essays. Young Master Yang was a high school scholar. These Four Books and Five Classics, poetry, songs and essays are easy to write, so don't make things difficult for us."

Of course, Song Yuner knew that Yang Qiuchi’s Four Books and Five Classics were not very good. He, a juren, and a county magistrate, also bought it for money. She admired Yang Qiuchi everything, but she didn’t admire her at all when studying and studying. Song Yuner had read a lot of poetry and books since she was a child, and she was not afraid of him when it came to memorizing other people’s poems.

It just so happened that Yang Qiuchi took the initiative to propose the wine order. This fun opportunity cannot be missed, so he said, "It's not okay to play the game. This wine order is more appropriate. Let's do a couplet of wine orders. One person starts to recite a poem. Among the poems recited by the person behind, there must be the last word of the poem written by the previous person, and go down one by one, and within ten sounds, you can't get the wine that cannot be picked up. How about it?"

"Okay!" Yang Qiuchi smiled. He couldn't recite poems and essays, but he could recite ancient poems. At worst, he could just drink a few more glasses of wine. Anyway, he was just trying to drink.

Song Yuner asked Mrs. Bai: "Auntie, do you think my proposal is good?"

Mrs. Bai's family is also a family of officials. She has read a lot of poetry and books since she was a child. She is not afraid of memorizing ancient poems. The difficulty is a little less, and it happens to be lively, so she nodded in agreement.

Seeing that her mother had agreed, of course she couldn't refuse, so Bai Sumei nodded.

Song Yuner said again: "It's not enough to just punish wine, we have to add the same one."
Chapter completed!