"Grandmother, I really didn't steal, I really didn't. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Fu Manyou cried into tears, and even forgot the dirt on his hands.

Both hands tightly twisted the tender yellow skirt, and the Luo skirt was miserable.

She just entered the house, and who knows how Dongzhu could fall off her. But she must not admit it, with the reputation of a thief, she and Brother An have no chance.

What is she doing in the past three years for her transformation and forbearance everywhere, not for Brother An. She remembered every word that Brother Ann had said.

Sister Yan can't even speak, it's already pitiful, why do you still resent her. I don't like a resentful sister.

You said that Sister Yan didn't treat you as a sister, so why should you treat her as a sister and have some respect for her.

It doesn't matter if you don't have silver, every stitch and thread is your filial piety. If my grandfather received a gift embroidered by your own hands, he would be even more pleased.

……

Brother An told her so much, she listened to whatever he said, and then forced herself to change. As long as he likes something, he is willing to do it.

Until now, only the reputation of a thief remains.

Fu Manyou raised his head and looked at Wang Yi'an with teary eyes. "Brother An, do you think I'm a thief?"

Wang Yi'an's expression was extremely complicated, if it wasn't Sister You, it was the second sister.

However, the second sister is a serious princess, how can she steal things. It's Fu Manyou, who is living a tight life now, and there is a shortage of money in his hand, so there is still a glimmer of possibility in comparison.

Fu Manyou understood his eyes. He didn't believe her, and he felt like a thief.

For a while, all thoughts were lost.

Fu Yanwu watched all this coldly, and anger rose in his chest. After she dreamed about it, she carefully looked at the environment in the house.

The rooms have been renovated.

This room was originally connected to the next door, and the one where Wang Qin lived was originally supposed to be the ear room of this bedroom. Behind the dresser is a central door that connects to the transept.

However, no one would doubt Wang Qin. She has the same noble status as Princess Zhan, and she is a member of the Wang family, what reason does she have to harm her family.

Fu Yanwu struggled to suppress the anger in his heart. She can't directly say who the real murderer is, knowing Wang Qin's dirty deeds, no one in this house can live.

But she was really angry.

Wang Qin, why does Wang Qin want to hurt people so much. first harmed those subordinates, and then splashed dirty water on Fu Manyou.

What a vicious woman, no wonder it attracts resentment.

Princess Zhan was keenly aware of the changes in Fu Yanwu's aura.

"Third Miss, what do you think should be done?"

Fu Yanwu raised his pen and waved: It's not her.

Princess Zhan was particularly surprised: "The third lady also thinks that Dongzhu was not taken by her?" I think so too. ”

Fu Manyou lifted his wet face in disbelief. At such a logical moment of beating the water dog, Fu Yanwu actually spoke for her.

Fu Yanwu squeezed the hand raised by Princess Zhan in excitement, and wrote: There are some dirty things in the house.

Then he handed the paper to Mrs. Wang.

Everyone else saw what was on the paper and their faces were full of excitement. Especially Wang Qin.

Fu Yanwu deliberately didn't look at her, but looked at Fuchen and blinked.

Fuchen walked up to Mrs. Wang with a serious face. "Mrs. Wang, our young lady said that we would recite Buddhist scriptures here and make a dojo. There are some things in the house that shouldn't exist, and everyone here has to recite the scriptures together. ”

Old Madam Wang was so frightened that her body softened, and she immediately said, "It's all up to the divination operator." The old body is arranged, what needs to be prepared, and please tell the fortune operator. ”

Fu Chen said: "You don't need to prepare anything else, just burn incense and bow first, and then everyone kneel on the ground and recite the scriptures with me." ”

Fu Yanwu was already meditating on the ground, and the others knelt down when they saw this.

Fu Manyou was originally kneeling, and he was already stunned.

Fuchen walked to the smoke and knelt down, and took out a copy of the original scriptures of "The Great Compassion Mantra" from his arms, all marked in pinyin. Miss said that these spells were originally Sanskrit, even if they were converted into Chinese, they could only be transliterated, and before entering the palace last time, I helped her mark all the pinyin, so that she could familiarize herself with them as soon as possible.

As a result, it was used today.

The voice of the dust is stable and quiet: "The thousand-handed thousand-eyed Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva is vast and complete, and there is no obstacle to the great compassion dharani." ”

Everyone in the room did not dare not refrain from chanting, and said in unison: The vast perfection of the thousand-armed thousand-eyed Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva is unhindered by the great compassion dharani.

"Nam Mu Drink Ratana Doraye (Pronunciation: Nama Drink Rada Nu Dora Yeya)"

Namor drank Radhanudadora Yeya.

……

Wang Yi'an almost didn't say a word, he looked at Fu Yanwu's back meditating in a daze.

At this time, he realized that between him and her, there were three thousand worlds in the Buddhist scriptures. The divination operator should be like this, high up, overlooking all living beings.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yanwu suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Qin.

The louder the chanting, the lighter the black mist behind Wang Qin became, and finally it almost became transparent.

Dispel grievances and leave spirits, and the grievances are almost dispersed.

Yanwu pulled the wrench on his thumb again, punctured, bled out, and Yingluo opened. The white mist drifted towards Fu Yanwu's body.

The crowd was ignorant.

Fu Chen said: "Suo Po He." ”

The crowd repeated: Suo Po He.

Until the last sentence: "Nan Wu Great Pessimistic Guanyin Bodhisattva." ”

The white mist was completely sucked into Yingluo. Fu Yanwu stroked the opal and turned his back again.

Knowing that the chanting was over, the people recited the last sentence three or five times for peace of mind. When I looked up again, I felt that the third lady was more and more solemn.

A maid clasped her hands together and said, "Nan Wu Great Pessimistic Guanyin Bodhisattva." Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you for saving us. ”

Several others immediately chimed in.

Mrs. Wang also followed with her chin head: "Thank you Bodhisattva for your blessing, and thank you for the fortune operator for the Wang family." ”

Yanwu wrote: Guanyin Bodhisattva falls on everyone, and everyone cultivates their own merits. Today, you saved yourselves.

Everyone was still grateful. Fu Manyou, Wang Yi'an, and Wang Qin all looked a little stupid.

Wang Qin was very dizzy for a while. When he opened his eyes and saw that the room was full of people, he muttered, "Grandmother, let everyone go out." ”

This call is tactful and soft, and the same party is like two people.

"Shut up."

Old Madam Wang stared at this granddaughter fiercely.

instantly understood the true meaning of Fu Yanwu's move. It turned out that it was this granddaughter who got dirty.

Old Madam Wang knelt on her knees. "Princess Zhan, forgive me, the old body can't stand you, and the princess is frightened. Fortunately, Dongzhu found it, otherwise the old body would really be dead. ”

Princess Zhan was a good talker, and she was busy supporting Mrs. Wang. "Okay, okay, don't torture the younger generation, fortunately, it's just a false alarm."

Mrs. Wang got up and looked at Yanwu, full of gratitude. "Today, thanks to the fortune operator, a catastrophe was dissipated, thank you."

Fu Yanwu directly grabbed Mrs. Wang's arm and didn't let her kneel.

Mrs. Wang has the bearing of being a family member and knows the severity of the matter.

It's just that Mrs. Wang can only manage the affairs of the inner house, and as for the ups and downs outside the Wang family, she can't do anything.

Wang Yi'an has seen the extraordinaryness of the three words of fortune operator, and even his grandmother can't wait to kneel, and she is more and more disheartened.

Fu Manyou's eyes squinted, feeling a kind of sadness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The person who saved her was the person that Brother An had in mind, what kind of irony and sorrow this was. (To be continued.) )