The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 532 Laity

   Mrs. Bo gradually calmed down, lying on the bed with her empty eyes, motionless.

  Bo Yuxun tucked her quilt and said softly, "Go to bed early, tomorrow will be a good day."

   stood up to leave, but his hand was suddenly pulled.

  Bo Yuxun turned to look, a hand like a dry vine grabbed him.

   "Something big will happen tomorrow."

  Bo Yuxun was stunned for a while, and comforted softly: "With me here, nothing will happen, you can sleep in peace."

   "Ah, do you remember the legend of the Hu family's treasure?"

  Bo Yuxun said: "Isn't it a rumor?"

Mrs. Bo shook her head, "I've been thinking about some things when I was young these days, when I was young and not so much, now I think about it, it's all a trap carefully designed by others, and I also paid a painful price for it. ."

  Bo Yuxun sat down again: "Speak slowly."

  The sound of the wind outside the window blended into the long dark night, and this night was difficult to endure.

  —

   "Master Xiao, Jiang Chunlan has some action." Ye Jian walked in quickly to report the news.

  The man sitting on the sofa's eyes narrowed suddenly, and said calmly, "Speak."

   "Bo Yujiang hit Mr. Cheng's son with his car at the Qishan intersection a few days ago. If it wasn't for the eldest young lady to rescue him, I'm afraid the consequences would be unimaginable. Her plan to kill two birds with one stone is really vicious."

   Ran Tengxiao frowned: "Is she from Jiang Chunlan?"

   "She has been identified as a WT person, codenamed Sunflower. Thirteen years ago, she became Mrs. Bo's long-lost daughter under the operation of Jiang Chunlan, but in fact, she is just a fake."

   "Fake?" Ran Tengxiao frowned, "So long ago, she started the layout."

   This woman is too ambitious, "What exactly does she want?"

   Or, what does she want from the Bo family?

  If you use the identity of Bo Yujiang to take the Bo family and offend the Cheng family, this chess piece that she has been planning for decades will be completely exposed, unless she doesn't want to play this game any more.

  Ran Tengxiao thought of Bo Yuxun, his attitude towards Bo Yujiang when he was in Jiangzhou was a bit intriguing, maybe someone forced her to blow herself up.

   Ran Tengxiao suddenly felt that there was something he had forgotten, that thread was floating in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch it.

   This sense of powerlessness caused a hint of frustration in his heart.

   "Master Xiao, this Jiang Chunlan is too sinister, one Yujiang is not enough, and another Sunflower, she is playing everyone as a fool..."

  Ran Tengxiao raised his head suddenly, his eyes like torches: "Yu Jiang?"

   He stood up abruptly, his pupils shrank in shock, "So it is."

  —

  Zheng Qing stroked the embroidered cheongsam with his fingers and muttered, "It's so beautiful, Cong Yan, you are so amazing."

Cong Yan said with a smile: "I designed this dress for Mingjing. She surprised me when she tried on the dress a few days ago, but for the sake of perfection, I made some modifications to the details, so I didn't delay you. things."

  Der Jing was wearing a plain long dress, holding the ears of the pot, poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table in front of Cong Yan.

  Congyan glanced at Mingjing and asked tentatively, "Will Mingjing wear this cheongsam to an important occasion tomorrow?"

  Der Spiegel looked at Zheng Qing.

  Zheng Qing felt a little guilty, so he immediately said, "Yeah, by the way, is Jin Jin okay recently?"

   Speaking of his son, Cong Yan's smile became more gentle: "That kid has become more naughty recently, so don't make trouble for you."

   Congyan glanced at the time: "It's getting late, I should go back, and tomorrow I have to attend an elder's birthday banquet."

   Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "Old Madam Bo?"

   Cong Yan said in surprise: "You know."

   Zheng Qing smiled: "This is the biggest buzz in Jingzhou recently. Mrs. Bo has studied both Chinese and Western, and is highly respected. If you can see her with your own eyes, you will be lucky for three lifetimes."

"there will be chances in the future."

   Zheng Qing sent the person to the door, watched the person enter the elevator, smiled and waved: "See you tomorrow."

   Zheng Qing closed the door, turned his head, saw the girl sitting on the sofa drinking tea silently, and rushed over to hug her shoulders.

   "Come with me tomorrow."

   The girl's eyelashes are slightly drooping, and the color is like the best white jade, which is warm and cold.

"why?"

   "Because I want you to have more fireworks on your body, make you more fetters, and make you rely on a strong backer, and no one can bully you at will in the future." Zheng Qing said decisively.

"I don't believe you can really give it up, Ayu, those are your relatives, have you never thought of going back to see them? You have the heart to let a **** dove occupy the magpie's nest and destroy the home that belongs to you. ?"

   The girl's voice was barely audible: "Jiang Yu is dead."

Zheng Qing grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at herself: "Jiang Yu is dead, but you are alive, you are a mirror and also Jiang Yu, don't run away, have you ever wondered why God gave you a second time life?"

   Mingjing looked up and looked into Zheng Qing's eyes, "To atone for sin."

   "Also to make up for it."

   Ming Jing frowned and murmured, "Make up?"

   "You saved Cheng Junze, you see, in the dark, fate has pointed out a clear path for you."

   "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, I'll be waiting for you in the garage. You decide your own life."

   Having said this, Zheng Qing got up and left.

   took two steps, and she said sideways: "I got the information that Jiang Chunlan will attack the Bo family tomorrow. If you really decide to cut off the kinship, from now on the Bo family and you will be just strangers."

   left without looking back.

   Mingjing sat for a while, then got up and walked to the balcony, the wind was blowing with chills, the sky was like splashing ink, there were no stars and no moon, it was deep and depressing.

  The brain remained awake in the cold, and those dusty memories, under the stimulation of coldness, emerged little by little from the deep sea.

   Jiang Yu's body died, but the memory remained in her soul forever.

  Those pasts have long since been annihilated with time, nothing in the world is eternal, and one day, she will also usher in the end of her life.

   At that time, both Ming Jing and Jiang Yu will completely disappear from this world.

  Some people come to this world and always want to leave something behind. This is the value of human existence.

  For Der Spiegel, she came naked and vanished when she left. It would be best if she could erase all traces of her existence and no one would remember her existence.

   She doesn't need people to remember her, and she doesn't need to highlight the value of being born as a human being. The causes and conditions in the world are aggregated and dispersed, and there are nothing more than internal causes and external conditions.

   is the so-called karma, self-nature is originally empty.

   The mirror spreads out the palm, and the vertical and horizontal lines are like a street, just like this life.

   She looked at the other hand, and if she was carrying a knife in her hand at this moment, and cut off all the bonds between the two worlds, she would be free.

  I don't know when, snowflakes fluttered from the sky, along with the cold night, brushing the shoulders and brows.

   "It turns out that I am a layman after all."

  —

   On the twenty-first day of the first month of the Bingwu year, it is suitable for sacrifices and marriages.

  Huaiqing opened the door, and a snowflake came over his face, a hint of coolness soaked into his skin, which made the drowsy mind instantly sober.

   "It's snowing." Huaiqing stepped out of the door, walked under the eaves and stretched out his hand.

   The sky at four in the morning was as dark as thick ink splashes, and snowflakes fell from the sky one after another, and the lithe figure was like a dancing elf.

  Huaiqing murmured: "Xueluo is startling, don't complain about the cold spring, this winter this year will be very long."

   Rubbed his hands, Huaiqing went back to the room and added another padded coat, and then went to prepare for today's banquet.

At five o'clock, the chef team invited from Dechang Building entered the kitchen with large boxes and small boxes. Today, there are many people, and we must ensure that no mistakes are made in any link. Every detail must be in place. She is like a Spinning like a spinning top, tirelessly, everything is well-organized.

   At seven o'clock, Huaiqing arranged for someone to watch the scene, and she went to serve the old lady to get up.

   This job cannot be done by ordinary people, and no one has the patience to serve a blind old lady. Only Huai Qing has been repeating the same job for decades, and he has never complained.

"Old Madam, Huaiqing wishes you blessings like the waters of the East China Sea, and your longevity is not as old as the pine trees in Nanshan. Today is a good day for you. You see, even God has congratulated you on your birthday. The frost covered your white head overnight and sent you a gift. A heavy snow."

  The old lady was helped by Huai Qing to sit up from the bed and listened quietly.

   "When I heard the sound of folding bamboo, it was a sudden snowfall in the night."

  Huaiqing smiled and said, "The old lady is indeed a literate person. It's a beautiful description."

  The old lady shook her head, "May this heavy snow wash away all the filth."

  Huaiqing took a red Tang suit from a shelf on one side, "Old lady, let's put on the clothes."

There is exquisite embroidery on the chest of the clothes, made of white jade with buttons, and white fluff on the neckline and cuffs. It is both festive and elegant. The old lady was a great beauty standing out from the crowd when she was young. The temperament has been renewed with the years, and the lively color made the old lady's complexion a little more bloody, adding more dignity and kindness.

Huai Qing helped the old lady to sit in front of the dressing table, holding a wooden comb and combing her silver hair. The old lady never dyed her hair, and she accepted the color given to her by the years. The silver is like frost and snow sprinkled by moonlight. , the beauty is outrageous.

   "Old Madam, your hair is so good." Huai Qing looked at the old man in the mirror, "When you were young, you must have been a great beauty of national beauty."

   Even if he is old, he is the most beautiful old man.

   Years never defeat beauty, this sentence is not false at all.

   If those depleted eyes point into the starlight, it is even more glorious.

   Huaiqing felt a trace of regret in his heart.

  The old lady was stunned for a while, and reached out her hand to gently stroke the mirror. The gentle movements seemed to be stroking the face in her memory.

   "Hongyan's fingers are getting old, and the autumn frost is a few threads. In the blink of an eye, it has been 80 years."

  How many eighty years in your life? In this way, she is also content.

  Huaiqing skillfully coiled a silver wire, and the old lady handed her a wooden hairpin.

   This is the wooden hairpin worn by the old lady all the year round. The head of the hairpin is carved with magnolia flowers. It is simple and elegant.

  Huaiqing smiled and said, "Old Madam, you are a birthday star today, so you have to dress up gracefully."

  Hua Luo picked up a delicate wooden box on the table, opened it, and there lay a cyan jade hairpin.

   "This is a birthday gift from the young master. The young master is very filial. Do you know that old lady?"

   The old lady stroked the hosta, her smile gradually deepening: "Okay, I'll wear it today."

  Huaiqing held the hosta and gently inserted it into the silver bun.

   After serving the old lady and finishing her breakfast, the time came to 8:00 sharp.

   Ji Rouen yawned, opened the door, and shivered coldly: "Why is it snowing so well? Bad luck."

   She had foreseen that today's birthday banquet would not be peaceful.

   Ji Rouen hummed a little tune and called Ye Qingxing after washing up.

   turned around and was startled: "You child, why are you walking silently?"

   Thin lotus leaf's eyes are faint: "Mom, who are you calling?"

   Ji Rouen coughed lightly, "Give it to your grandmother and ask her when she will arrive so I can pick her up at the door."

   "Really? There are a lot of guests coming today, so there must be some things that you can't take care of. It's time for you, the mistress of the house, to show it."

   Ji Rouen curled her lips: "with that girl Huaiqing here, I have nothing to do, she has arranged everything."

   "Mom, did you forget that Huaiqing is just a maid of the Bo family, and she will never be able to enter the elegant hall."

   Ji Rouen thought about it and said, "don't worry, your mother knows it."

  The thin lotus leaf looked at the whiteness in the courtyard, and the Huichun Hall in the distance was being arranged in an orderly manner, her eyebrows frowned slightly: "This day today, I don't know my aunt..."

   "Lotus Leaf." Bo Yujian walked out of the study door and waved to her.

   Thin lotus leaf hurried over: "Father."

Bo Yujian glanced at her, "There should be someone coming from the Qu family today, Qu Lanting has a daughter, about seven or eight years old, this young girl likes you the most, such as the girl from the Song family, this little girl from the Qu family will pay you Here it is, be sure to treat it well."

  Bo Lianye was stunned for a while, then looked up at Bo Yujian subconsciously.

   Father was reminding her.

   She thought of her father's position, adhering to the family style of the Bo family. Even though her father was in an official career, he was always low-key, never forming a party for personal gain, and keeping his sleeves clean.

  However, the Qu family...father has already made a choice.

Bo Yujian raised her hand and patted her on the shoulder lightly: "Lian Ye, you are a smart child, you must know what to do, by the way, I remember the third young master of the Qu family, he is about the same age as you, they are all the same age, they should have There are many common topics, you have to entertain this third young master well, and don't lose the face of our Bo family."

  Thin lotus leaf's heart sank to the bottom of the valley instantly, looking up at the man in front of him quietly.

"dad…."

  Bo Yujian smiled and touched her head: "Lian Ye, dress up well, Dad believes in you."

  The words fell behind his hands and turned to leave.

   The snow was still under the eaves, and the thin lotus leaf suddenly felt cold all over her body, and she couldn't control her trembling.

   (end of this chapter)