He Jinyi has not had everything going well in recent years. Because his father-in-law stood on the side of the Yihe faction back then, he has been snubbed by the saint until now. She just gave birth to a girl last year, which is a good thing, but she has already given birth to two daughters. It's good for the husband to look at it, but it's not as good as a few brothers, and he donated an official and began to think about peace and prosperity, and he only played every day, and didn't worry about everything. An elder brother of his mother's family suddenly fell in love with an official prostitute, and he had to redeem himself, but he was reluctant to do it, and directly poured his old father Jinxiang on the bed. She took away a lot of shops in the Weaving Xia Fang of Jinxiang Houfu, which was her dowry. But after more than half a year, it has been squeezed by the cloud cutting fang, and there is no longer a tendency to fight against the court. Her assets have shrunk, and she doesn't even have the confidence to speak in her husband's house - there are always a few that can be related to the Yuan family.

Fortunately, she is now pregnant again, and she came to see the blessing of the Buddha, and she became a man in one fell swoop. Who knew that he met Wei Wu again on the way. The shame of a whip is toothless and unforgettable!

When she was a girl, she was thinking about overpowering Wei Wu, seeing that she was seventeen or eighteen years old and not married, but she easily married into the Guogong Mansion as a favored little daughter-in-law, and she was very proud for a while. Who knew that Wei Wu would come from behind and directly become Mrs. Yipin! It makes her hate so much that the roots of her teeth itch. But now, haha, let you be beautiful, look, you can't give birth to a son, right? Me neither? Hmph, I have another one in my stomach!

She saw Yuan's mother and daughter at a glance, laughed three times, and stepped forward: "Ah, isn't this Sister Wei?" What a coincidence. You also come to worship the Buddha. After that, his eyes slipped to Shuheng's face: "This is a big girl, how rich she looks, how similar this face is to my sister at the beginning." Tsk, look, how happy people are, one face is two big for my sister Yu. ”

The corners of Shuheng's mouth barely kept level.

He Jinyi looked behind them again: "Sister, are you going to walk on the road?" Ah, it's really worthy of growing up as a running horse, more powerful than men, like us, a deep boudoir and a weak willow, panting after three steps, especially when you are pregnant, it is not as good as an ordinary body. Look at my sister, you'll be fine. After saying that, I tried to straighten my stomach.

The corners of Mrs. Yuan's mouth were also trying to keep them even.

He Jinyi's eyes turned back to Shuheng, and saw that she was wearing a peach-colored jade leaf button embroidered umbrella chinchilla brocade neckcoat, a black mustache on her head, a red coral bead and gold silk tangled hair ring, and a golden lock on her neck, a pink and tender apple face, ruddy cherry lips, and a white and upturned little nose. A jade-faced lotus light satin fluffing cape fell softly around her body, more and more lined with her jade carving.

Listening to his own words, his eyes were as quiet as snow, his demeanor was natural, and no trace of displeasure was revealed. She looked at it like this, and her heart added a little sour, resentment and anger: "I heard that it is called Shuheng, right? Listen to the name and raise it as a boy? Hehehe, looking at the appearance, he is going to be pampered until he is eighteen years old? ”

Shuheng finally knew why she was whipped back then.

The corners of Mrs. Yuan's mouth curved into the last quarter moon, and the dark fire burning in a pair of apricot eyes was about to erupt.

Shu Heng's brows furrowed slightly, Mrs. Yuan has been hot-tempered since she was a child, and she has been much more restrained after marrying and having children, if this Jia He family dies again, I am afraid that she will be beaten again. Seeing that there are already a lot of people around him, he is pointing and talking about it - Shuheng doesn't want to be laughed at by others at all.

"Mother." The soft voice suddenly sounded, and Shu Heng's white little hand held Mrs. Yuan's right hand that was ready to be pulled over by the big-eared scraper. With this gentle handshake, Mrs. Yuan's anger was half gone—she had always wanted to be a kind mother, especially a lady in front of her daughter. If it was still the boudoir life in the past, it would be fine, but now he is afraid of Shuheng - he can't let everyone feel that he Heng'er was raised by a fierce woman.

"Mother, look at that little brother." Shuheng pointed to the little monk who rolled down the steps. "He's bleeding, it's so pitiful."

On the spotless white stone ladder, a little monk was struggling to get up from the ground with his cheeks covered, I don't know if it hurts, he didn't stand up, and fell to the ground again. Mrs. Yuan glanced over, and immediately her mother behind her walked over and helped him up.

Shuheng took a closer look and found that this little monk was thin and small, but his waist was straight, and he looked low and pleasing to the eyes, but it was difficult to hide a trace of arrogance. The monk's robe was a little messy, and he stood up straight and pulled the placket first. The person was born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, three purple-red finger prints on his white face, even half of the sky was swollen, and there was a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"It hurts." Shuheng looked up at Mrs. Yuan. Because Mrs. Yuan has no children for many years, even if she walks on the road through the sedan curtain, she has to look at the boys playing on the side of the road twice, not to mention that this little monk is so uniform and so pitiful. Seeing that her mother-in-law had brought him to her, Mrs. Yuan shouted, "Raise your head." ”

The little monk was still hanging his head and looking down, but he happened to find that he was half a body shorter, and an apple-faced doll sneered at him, and stuck out his tongue and made a grimace, as if he saw his pretended awe, and scratched his bald head a little uncomfortably, and finally raised his face.

These are a pair of black and white eyes, and the pupils are black and bright like pebbles in ice water, revealing a vigorous aura. Mrs. Yuan originally wanted to take a look at his injuries, but this look was an accident: "What a good child." She asked how old and where people were and why they lived in the monastery. This little monk has one answer and one answer, and he doesn't say much, but he speaks neatly, revealing the clarity of a young man.

It turned out that his name was Wang Haoyu, a native of Qinzhou, fifteen years old this year, because his father died, the land in the family was exploited, and he was bullied by bullies, so he accompanied his mother all the way to Beijing with a begging trip. Later, by chance, he entered this Guangji Temple and became a monk. Today, there are many dignitaries and nobles to enter the incense, he originally obeyed the abbot's decree to avoid, so he hid in the Zhong Qi courtyard to read, but suddenly heard the message, the old mother of the family is seriously ill, so he can't take care of so much and hurriedly rushed down the mountain.

Mrs. Yuan praised her filial piety even more when she heard this, and immediately ordered someone to send her down the mountain, and explained to help Yinmi, and asked the doctor to see his mother and son. Wang Haoyu was not polite, he didn't pretend to be big, Shuheng originally thought that he was so backbone, a little high, but he immediately lowered it and did not hesitate: "Thank you Madame." After speaking, he bowed down and ran down the steps quickly by the side of Shuheng's clothes, causing the woman to be frightened and hurriedly chased after her.

Shu Heng only felt a gust of wind blowing around her, and the fluff on the edge of the swept cloak was shaking, and she subconsciously turned her head, only to see the bare head shining in the sun. The little monk rushed down to the ground, waved his hand and shouted, "Thank you, Miss." "Well, that's when I remembered to thank her.

After this, the people around looked at He Jinyi with teasing eyes, and the objects of pointing and pointing became her. From time to time, there were words of "frivolity", "arrogance" and "unkindness and love", He Jinyi suddenly blushed and turned into a monkey's buttocks, and said straightly: "I don't know what he is for." Seeing that everyone's faces were becoming more and more exciting, she was even more ashamed, and straightened her stomach: "That blind obstacle just hit my body, if he hurts the eldest grandson of Lingguo Mansion, his ten lives are not enough to compensate, and a slap is light!" Hmph, unlike some people, who are picking on the opportunity to behave, I'm fine, if I am really hit, I will kick his intestines out with my heartwarming feet! ”

When Shu Heng heard this, he couldn't help but snort silently and muttered to himself: "This is far from a lady, how can you still marry early." "The reputation of Wei Wu is not suitable for the family, but it has spread all over Shangjing.

When Mrs. Yuan heard this, she sneered and said in a low voice: "People can pretend at the beginning." Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward and said lightly: "The monk is beaten in the temple, the filial son is beaten in front of the child, and Grandma Jia is so sharp." After that, he hugged Shuheng and walked away, without looking at her again.

Shu Heng was held in his arms, and followed the answer, innocent: "Yes, the Buddha still wants to bless her to give birth to a boy, the Buddha is really merciful to his old man." ”

There was a low laugh all of a sudden, and a group of ladies and nobles dressed in brocade clothes saw the excitement, and then dispersed, and a few more came forward to say hello to Shuheng's mother and daughter. Mrs. Yuan smiled kindly and pointed out to Shuheng one by one: This is the second grandmother of the Marquis of Shouchang, this is the eldest lady of the Marquis of Ningyuan, this is Mrs. So-and-so, this is the order of so-and-so-so - most of them are either rich or noble, celebrities. Shuheng saw the salute one by one, because he was still young, his movements were not smooth, but his appearance was very well-behaved, and he won praise.

Among these people, she only noticed a girl, with a long green jacket with a neck, a folded magnolia flower embroidered on her chest, and a Hunan silk skirt embroidered with dark treasures everywhere with the moon and white sprinkled gold at her knees. The girl disappeared into the crowd. For some reason, Shuheng always felt that the look was a little unfriendly.

When she arrived on the mountain, Mrs. Yuan dusted off her clothes and cleaned her hands again, and Fang sincerely poured incense in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and Shuheng also knelt down on the futon seriously, kowtowed respectfully, and recited silently in her heart. If there really is a god in the underworld, I hope he will bless her two pairs of parents in her previous life and this life with good life and good health. And she, Yuan Shuheng, wants to be a happy person, caring about food and vegetables, facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming. Mrs. Yuan saw that her daughter was obviously a small one, but she looked like a serious adult, and she was even more relieved while being funny. After being relieved, there was a slight loss, if only Shuheng were a boy.

Walking out of the treasure hall, there are two rows of immortal pines planted in its backyard, and there is a double-ringed dragon Crouching Tiger big lotus tank, which is planted with a few lotus stems and a few koi fish - it was given by the queen mother in the palace. But today, Shu Heng and Mrs. Yuan didn't look at the lotus or the fish, and their eyes were attracted by the veil held up by the bamboo pole. I saw two long rows of yellow curtains hanging in the courtyard, engraved with blessings and swastikas, full of fly-headed small letters copied by Yan characters, and Shuheng looked at it as nothing more than Buddhist scriptures and mantras, Mrs. Yuan walked all the way and admired all the way and sighed: "I don't know who it is, such a big sincerity, such a big wish." ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk is disturbed." A loud Buddha horn suddenly sounded in front of the court. At first glance, Shuheng only felt that his voice was clear and magnificent, like smelling a copper chime. When I turned my head to look, I saw a monk wearing a brocade robe standing like a green pine, with a bearing like the sea, and like a spring day. If there is a hidden martial arts setting in this world, then he must be a peerless master.

"Don't dare, don't dare." Mrs. Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and saluted with her hands: "Master Ming Xiu." The laity saw the salute. ”

Master Ming Xiu's appearance looks like a middle-aged man, but he doesn't know what method he used to nourish his qi, or if a person who has attained the Tao is such a posture, if you say that he is fifty or sixty years old, some people will believe him, and say that he is twenty or thirty years old, then it looks good. Because Yuan Muyun once discussed Zen with Master Ming Xiu and had a very happy conversation, Yuan Fu and Ming Xiu could not be said to have a friendship, but they were indeed regarded by Ming Xiu as a few points, and they were probably classified into the category of Huigen. This time, the two of them also planned to ask for advice, but unexpectedly, the master took the initiative to appear.