I Am This Type of Woman

69

"In just a few months Master Count has looked different from before." The monk fetched a new carved bamboo cup, poured hot tea and placed it in front of Rong Xia, "Please have a drink."

"No need to be courteous." Rong Xia picked up the teapot and poured into the cup in his hand, "Did you lead her here for a purpose?"

"Master Count, if pinseng was that capable, why am I still in this temple?" The monk saw Rong Xia didn't drink the tea he poured, he reached out and drank it himself. "Fule Junzhu's sudden visit today, pinseng was more surprised than Master Count."

The air around them quietened. Rong Xia looked at the monk in front of him, the one who at that moment was not exactly very monk-like, "She doesn't know what I am doing. In the future, you have to be careful in front of her."

"Master Count doesn't need to worry, pinseng sees she is just a generous benefactor." The monk looked a little like a rascal, "Not much left of the supplies in the temple. Many mouths depend on wealthy benefactors like this, pinseng wouldn't dare to offend."

"Cut it off. There is no need to speak superficially in front of me." Rong Xia put down the cup, "What have you found?"

The monk dipped his index finger into the tea, wrote down a character "two".

"Power moves the heart, this one won't stay still."

Rong Xia laughed mockingly, "That's just how it is with the royal family, there is nothing surprising here. The current emperor prefers the Crown Prince, he knows it well too. Is this what you want to tell me today?"

The monk's wrinkled face broke into a magnanimous smile, "Master Count, don't be anxious. Just take it that pinseng invites you for a discussion on scriptures and meditation."

"I don't believe in Buddhism, neither in gods." Rong Xia laughed lightly, "What do you want to talk to me?"

"Pinseng would like to talk about Fule Junzhu."

Rong Xia's eyebrows were slightly raised.

"Fule Junzhu is an exceptionally good young lady, but as pinseng sees, this is not the best time for Master Count to tie a knot." The monk's words were disapproving but the smile was as gentle and warm as spring. "Fule Junzhu carries Jiang clan's royal bloodline, which is not beneficial to Master Count's great pursuit. Her family looks prestigious but it is 'an attic in the air', it is not of much help to Master Count. Pinseng doesn't really understand, what is the rush for settling such an engagement?"

"Then according to the Great Master's opinion, who is most suitable?" The creases on Rong Xia's eyebrows smoothed out, he looked at the monk with a smile that didn't look like a smile.

"Naturally is no marriage." The monk's eyes met Rong Xia's. "It is not a rational choice to get married at this time. Pinseng was very surprised to hear about Master Count's engagement with Ban Junzhu. This isn't like something that Master Count would do."

"As an ordained person, there is no need for Great Master to be concerned of these mundane affairs." Rong Xia rose and walked under a poplar tree. "I wish in the future Great Master wouldn't call me to discuss these unnecessary matters."

The smile on the monk's face gradually faded, his eyes became serious, "Master Count, do you like this Junzhu?"

The man under the tree neither turned nor answered.

The monk closed his eyes, put his hand together to call the Buddha's name. "Pinseng has been intrusive. May Master Count never have a day of regret."

"Great Master," Rong Xia turned to face the monk, "I am very grateful that Great Master is willing to lend me a helping hand, but there is something I need to make clear and I will say it only once. Fule Junzhu, it's me who has begged her. If there is any unsuitability, it is me who doesn't deserve her, it's nothing to do with her."