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Zhou glanced up and asked Mama Su to call Du Yunluo over.

"If Lian Xiao doesn't come back at noon, you can go to Baijietang with me." Zhou Shi got up and walked out as he spoke, "Today, February 19, the old lady should have read the scriptures all morning. ”

As Zhou said, all morning, Mrs. Wu was chanting in the small Buddha hall in the back room.

Basho led them over.

Du Yunluo glanced in the courtyard and happened to see An Niangzi's figure.

An Niangzi was served by Mu Yuanjing's side, and when she was a maid, her name was Qiu Rou.

Back then, Mu Yuanjing married the Liu family in Shudi, and Qiu Rou was a dowry maid and followed Mu Yuanjing all the time.

I heard that Qiu Rou was married in Shudi, but her husband was gone, and there was no one in her mother-in-law's family, so she brought her back when Mu Yuanjing returned to Beijing.

Over the years, it has been a master and servant, adding a bit of sisterhood.

Du Yunluo asked, "Sister Basho, is my aunt also there?" ”

Basho said with a smile: "Mrs. Gu is resting in the warm pavilion, and the townsman is talking to her." ”

Du Yunluo glanced at the main house, it turned out that it was not only Mu Yuanjing, but even Mu Lianhui.

Zhou and Du Yunluo did not enter the main house, but went straight to the small Buddha hall.

The sandalwood in the Buddhist hall is strong.

Wu Lao Taijun twisted the Buddha beads in one hand, knocked on the wooden fish with the other, opened and closed his lips, and recited the scriptures.

Zhou and Du Yunluo knelt down beside Mrs. Wu on the left and right, and folded their hands.

Mama Su stood aside respectfully with her hands down, and saw that the incense in front of the Buddha was almost burning, so she took out three more and continued them.

In the West Warm Pavilion of the main house, Mu Yuanjing was leaning on the Luohan bed, and Mu Lianhui was sitting opposite her, holding a hot tea in her hand, blowing and blowing.

Mu Yuanjing sneered: "How long has it been blowing?" There's a fire at the bottom, and it's cool for you. ”

Mu Lianhui smiled lightly: "It's just to pass the time." ”

"Mother has been chanting all morning......"

Mu Lianhui continued to blow twice: "Grandmother is sincere, today is February 19th, so naturally." ”

People in the world believe in Buddhism, and the same is true in the Hou Mansion, but Mu Yuanjing, she doesn't believe it.

Not only Buddhism, but she also doesn't believe in Sanqing, she scoffs at the ghosts and gods, and Mu Yuanjing doesn't believe in anything.

Mu Yuanjing yawned: "It was the sister-in-law and Lian Xiao's daughter-in-law who came before, right?" I seem to have seen them go to the temple. It's been a quarter of an hour, why hasn't it come out yet? ”

The window of the Xinuan Pavilion was slightly opened, and the movement in the courtyard could be seen just in time.

The arrival of Zhou and Du Yunluo, Mu Lianhui also saw it.

"It's the eldest aunt and Yunluo, they should be chanting with their grandmother."

Mu Yuanjing rolled her eyes and sneered: "Sister-in-law, even Xiao's daughter-in-law is only how old, she worships the Bodhisattva in an old-fashioned manner, if no one calls for it, maybe she will have to read for half an hour."

Talking about the bodhisattva's heart, who knows whether the belly is red or black.

If you want me to say, what kind of Buddha sound and Buddhist language I listened to at a young age, I made a good person yin and yang, and my mind was unpredictable. ”

Mu Lianhui's face sank a little, and the tea cup in her hand was not light or heavy: "Auntie's words are not right, right?" ”

Regardless of whether she was in awe of the Bodhisattva gods in her heart, Mu Lianhui was also a person who was accustomed to chanting.

She lived in Putuo Mountain with the imperial concubine for three years, and the **** listened to the Buddha's voice and Buddha's language.

Mu Yuanjing's words are just like talking about Mu Lianhui.

Mu Yuanjing's brows furrowed suddenly.

She said whatever she wanted, she was burying Zhou and Du Yunluo, and there was no insinuation at all, so she didn't know that Mu Lianhui was uncomfortable.

Mu Yuanjing, who didn't eat soft and hard, saw that Mu Lianhui's face was pale, and she couldn't help but become irritable in her heart: "I didn't mean you, you have to come over after hearing about it, is it my fault?" Looking at it this way, my words are not wrong, the four words yin and yang are really suitable to say you. It's no wonder that this age is still at home. ”

Mu Lianhui's eyes tightened suddenly, hooked the corners of her lips, and sneered: "I'm not married, when you return home, it's all your mother's meal, grandmother has never blamed, why should my aunt laugh at fifty steps and a hundred steps?" ”

"You!" Mu Yuanjing stood up and raised her hand to greet Mu Lianhui's face.

Mu Lianhui didn't dodge or dodge, and looked at Mu Yuanjing mockingly.

Mu Yuanjing's hand hung in the air, and finally did not fall on Mu Lianhui's face, she gritted her teeth and said: "For the sake of the second sister-in-law's face, I don't care about you!" ”

After speaking, Mu Yuanjing turned around and left.

Mu Lianhui held her cheeks and giggled.

It's really for the sake of Lian's face.

The house is now the second room in charge, and Mu Yuanjing has a bad relationship with the long house, if she wants to live comfortably in her mother's house, it is not good for her to do anything to Mu Lianhui.

If this slap is blown, Mu Yuanjing will not be reasonable at all, and Mrs. Wu will blame her.

Mu Yuanjing rushed out angrily, and An Niangzi hurriedly followed.

"Say I eat my mother's meal, is this what I want?" Mu Yuanjing said as she walked, "The broken place in Shudi, the short-lived ghost of the Liu family, how do you want me to stay?" Do I blame me? ”

An Niangzi didn't dare to respond to half a sentence.

returned to the Manhe Garden, opened the curtain and entered the main house, Mu Yuanjing untied the snow coat and threw it on the ground.

An Niangzi bent down to pick up the snow coat, patted it lightly, and hung it on the shelf.

Entering the inner room, Mu Yuanjing was lying on the stepping bed, her shoulders shaking, and she was crying.

An Niangzi came in with a basin of water, twisted the handkerchief, and walked to the bedside: "Mrs. Gu, shed tears and hurt your body, the slave and maid will wipe it for you." ”

Mu Yuanjing sat up, hugged An Niangzi, and cried: "Qiu Rou, I don't want to live in my mother's house, if there is a long-lived man, why should I go back to my mother's house, I am also very depressed alone...... Autumn Rou ......"

An Niangzi sighed secretly, raised her hand to wrap her arms around Mu Yuanjing, and followed her back again and again: "Mrs. Gu, don't cry." ”

In the hall of the Pak Festival.

Old Taijun Wu put down the wooden fish in his hand, and Zhou and Du Yunluo helped him up.

After kneeling for a long time, her legs were uncomfortable, Du Yunluo was old, naturally experienced, and squatted down to rub her legs and knees for Mrs. Wu.

Mrs. Wu said with a smile: "You kid knows things, I'm old, my legs and feet are not younger than you, and I can't do it after kneeling for a while." ”

Du Yunluo rubbed it and said, "When I was at my mother's house, I also accompanied my grandmother to recite scriptures. ”

"No wonder, you also have a heart." Mrs. Wu nodded, "It's almost, let's go back to the house, and we'll just beat it later." ”

Du Yunluo should get down and help Mrs. Wu to walk forward.

As soon as I walked out of the small Buddha hall, I saw Basho waiting outside.

Basho reported the dispute between Mu Lianhui and Mu Yuanjing to Mrs. Wu.

Old Taijun Wu frowned and shook her head: "Yuan Jing...... Ay! She usually gets angry with her sisters-in-law, but now she sprinkles fire on her juniors, where is she still a bit like an aunt. ”

(To be continued.) )