Just when the Tang staff in the front yard was receiving VIPs, Mrs. Tang in the backyard was sitting in her daughter's room sulking, and Tang Guxi took the maid out to watch the dragon dance performance on the street early in the morning, and did not come back until noon. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Tell me, what time is this, and the person who is going to recruit relatives the next day is not staying at home yet. This...... Hey, this girl is really not worry-free. Madame Tang sat behind a round table, with one hand on the table and a handkerchief in the other, hanging over her legs.

Although she is over half a hundred years old, Mrs. Tang can still see the charm of the past on her face, the perennial leisurely indifference, chanting and chanting Buddha, coupled with her own good temperament, has made her demeanor undiminished over the years.

"Madam, don't worry, take a sip of tea." Mrs. Tang's personal maid Jinxun handed over a cup of hot tea and said softly.

Jin Xun was sent to the Tang Mansion by her father when she was fourteen years old, and she was a few years older than Gu Xi and had been following Mrs. Tang all the time. Among all the maids, she is the most reasonable, gentle and careful. However, in addition to this calm and composed, she seems to have an indifferent mood towards everything in the world, which is what Mrs. Tang admires the most and worries the most.

When Mrs. Tang heard her speak, she looked up again and saw the two little girls by the door hanging their heads low, angry. "I've told you several times, and I know that she has been suffocated for half a year, but I reminded her early in the morning that you can go out and enjoy the fun for half a day, and you must come back at noon, and you can't delay for half a minute. Look at how long it has been, have you listened to what I have commanded? ”

The two maids opened their mouths to speak, but lowered their heads in great difficulty.

"And that Yuming, running around with Miss all day long, my words are well promised, but when I turn around, I can't say a word about Miss, what do I want her to do with Xi'er!"

The room was silent, the hot tea mist on the table curled, and the fragrance of tea hit in bursts, so that the whole room was full of aroma. After a while, Mrs. Tang settled down a little, sat there and sighed, and took a sip of the teacup.

"Madam, you also know that Miss is playful for a while, maybe she has forgotten the time, maybe she will come back soon." Jin Xun said.

"That's it." Mrs. Tang waved her hand, and Jin Xun stepped forward to help her up, "Go back to the room." ”

Jin Xun followed Mrs. Tang out of the door, and when she passed by the door, she looked at the two little girls and gave them a look, and the two girls immediately nodded gratefully, and watched Mrs. and Jin Xun go away.

Halfway through the day, the wind and waves are calm. In the lobby in front, Mr. Tang was feasting to entertain the guests in the Hou Mansion, and after Mrs. Tang came back from her daughter's room with Jinxun in the backyard, she felt sleepy and tired, so she closed the door and lay on the bed to rest for a while. Jin Xun lit the incense burner in the house, and in the smoke and smoke, Mrs. Tang gradually fell asleep.

The scene began to blur in front of him, the smoke seemed to increase more and more, and the aroma of jatamansi came in bursts, and after seeing Jin Xun close the incense burner, he retreated out of the room, and the room was so quiet that even the sound of his own snort seemed to be gone.

There was a deep darkness in front of her, and that darkness was peaceful, peaceful. After another moment, the darkness faded away, and the eyes lit up, and then time seemed to return to the spring of nineteen years ago, under the valley, on the banks of the stream......

In the rainy season that year, Mrs. Tang took two girls, and at that time, Jinxun had not yet arrived at the house, so she took a sedan chair to the Guanyin Bodhisattva Temple to ask for a child. She and Tang Yuanwai have been married for many years, and now they are both almost at the age of confusion, but they have no half of the heirs under their knees. Tang Yuanwai was a great man in the Linqing Dynasty, and often traveled all over the world to negotiate business with merchants from all over the world, so he knew more people. He used his connections and money to buy medicinal supplements from all over the world to nourish his wife.

But two years have passed, Mrs. Tang's stomach is still mediocre, and the two half-aged couples are anxious. Mrs. Tang devoted herself to the Buddha and recited the scriptures in the Buddha hall for half an hour every day, so she thought that it would be better to go to the famous Guanyin Temple in Qizhou to pay homage once.

If the Bodhisattva manifests, then her journey has not been in vain. If it is still the same, then it is really a childless fate, and it is not too late to accept fate.

Thinking like this, Mrs. Tang packed up, took two maids, and prepared a carriage to go to Qizhou, the southernmost part of Shengge. Qizhou is adjacent to many prosperous towns in the north, with developed commerce and convenient transportation, and is surrounded by mountains in the south, with beautiful mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery. There are many trees in the mountains, most of which grow at the foot of the mountain, and under the foot of the mountain are gurgling streams and springs, which continue to flow down from the mountain all year round.

The carriage of the Tang Mansion passes through the foot of Mianshan Mountain, at this time it is less than five miles away from the Guanyin Temple, seeing the pole head on the sun, the weather in spring is cloudy and sunny, hot and cold. Mrs. Tang felt that her mouth was dry and her chest was tight, so she stopped the carriage, and walked out of the sedan chair with the maid and came to a shady place to rest.

At that time, the mountain birds were singing, the warm breeze was blowing, and the valley behind sent a cool breeze, and the sound of the stream tinkling was as pleasant as a gonghou musical instrument. Mrs. Tang sat down on a huge rock to rest, the coachman led the horse to drink, one girl was taking out the dry food from the package, and the other girl took the kettle and went to the mountain stream to fetch water.

After a while, the girl who received the water ran over screaming, and Mrs. Tang hurriedly asked what was wrong. The girl panicked, pointed to the mountain spring incoherently, and said, "That place, that place...... Have a child! ”

When the three of them reached the mountain stream, they saw a baby lying in the middle of two stones that had been washed smooth by the water, wrapped in red satin, with muddy tops, and small branches and leaves on top of the package.

Mrs. Tang almost trembled and picked up the little swaddling baby, the baby girl in the swaddling clothes was already dying, but at the moment when she was picked up by the lady, the cry was like a loud flute, playing the entire sky.

Mrs. Tang, who has always believed in Buddhism, had reached the foot of the temple this time, but she stopped firmly. Because she knew that the Bodhisattva had already manifested.

She held the baby in her arms, got into the carriage and galloped back to Linqing, rescued the dying baby, and raised it as her own flesh and blood.

"Madame, Madame......"

The voice in her ears grew loud and clear, pulling her back from her dream.

Mrs. Tang gradually opened her eyes, and in front of her was Jinxun calling herself, holding a bowl of medicine in her hand, squatting in front of the bed, and said softly: "Madam, it's time to take medicine." ”

Mrs. Tang took out her handkerchief, brushed her teary eyes, nodded and took the medicine bowl.

"Madame, what sad thing do you remember?" Jin Xun sat down and squeezed his shoulders for his wife.

"What can be sad, it's just a dream......"