For example, this time, Feng Jinghua found her mother in a temple in the suburbs with a quiet environment but strong incense, and Feng Hanyu always thought that her mother would only stay in the nunnery, and she didn't expect her mother to go to the temple to practice Buddhism.

In fact, some temples will also let the nuns temporarily stay in the temple to learn Buddhism, in their opinion, monks or nuns, are Buddhist disciples, and do not deliberately emphasize what "male and female defense", at the same time, Feng's mother will choose the temple with strong incense to pray for her son every New Year, thinking that the effect of this is better.

Because of this, when Feng Hanyu was happily spending the New Year with her beloved brother Xian, Feng Jinghua was already kneeling in front of her mother, begging her mother to leave with her.

Kneeling in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, the haired nun is about forty or fifty years old, dressed in gray clothes, white-skinned, thin, although there are obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and lips, she still has a delicate face and a good temperament.

She is Feng Xiangkong's wife, Feng Jinghua and Feng Hanyu's mother.

As Mrs. Feng, she is regarded as the third-grade lady of the imperial court, and her status is so noble, but she is no different from an ordinary nun, if she is not someone who knows her, she does not believe that she is a noble lady at all.

"Mother, it's the New Year, you can go home with me." Feng Jinghua has been kneeling beside her mother for a long time, her head hanging low, "My father is in the northern Xinjiang, my sister is in the palace, I am alone now, and you are the only relative in the capital." Mother, your daughter loves you and needs you, can you go home with your daughter?"

If anyone who knows Feng Jinghua well sees her now, they must also be surprised: she is arrogant, resolute and unyielding, she has never flattered anyone, and she has never bowed to anyone, but now, she is so supple, no different from a little daughter-in-law with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Mrs. Feng closed her eyes slightly, intently knocking on the wooden fish, and there were words in her mouth, and she did not respond to her daughter's request.

Finally, Lianggu, who had been with Feng's mother for many years, couldn't help it, stood up suddenly, snatched the wooden fish from Mrs. Feng's hand, and said loudly: "Madam, why don't you say a word on such a cold night, do you really want the eldest lady to kneel until dawn?"

Mrs. Feng, who had no wooden fish to knock, finally opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, looked at Feng Jinghua, and said slowly: "Hua'er, I have told you countless times, unless Ming'er comes back, I will not leave the Buddha Gate." ”

Speaking of his brother, Feng Jinghua's heart hurt fiercely and bitterly.

Her head hung lower, she didn't dare to look into her mother's eyes, and her voice was lowered: "Mother, just go back for a few days, and I'll send you to the nunnery after the New Year, okay?"

It was impossible for her to convince her mother to stay with her, she only hoped to persuade her mother to go back with her for the time being, and then find a way to persuade her mother to go to northern Xinjiang to follow her father, or stay in a safe place.

But Mrs. Feng still said: "No matter what you say, I won't go back, you die of this heart." ”

Feng Jinghua gritted his teeth and raised his head: "Then I will kneel here until my mother agrees." ”

"Whatever you want." Mrs. Feng said indifferently, holding the futon, and slowly stood up, "It's not early, I'm going to sleep." ”

After that, she didn't look at Feng Jinghua and left directly.

"Mother" Feng Jinghua stood up suddenly, and said urgently, "You must go back with me, it may not be safe for you to stay here"

"Then give me back my Ming'er" Mrs. Feng turned her head suddenly, staring at her sharply, "As long as you give me back my Ming'er, I will go back, otherwise, I won't go back if you kill me"

Feng Jinghua's body shook first, and then he froze on the spot, his face turned pale, and sweat even flowed down his forehead.

As if she had suddenly lost her soul, she watched her mother leave.

Lianggu helped Mrs. Feng, and helplessly made a "love can't help" expression towards Feng Jinghua.

After her mother disappeared, Feng Jinghua's body suddenly weakened, and she sat down on the futon, covering her face with her hands, and tears flowed out of her fingers.

She wanted to control her feelings, she didn't want to cry, but a low cry escaped from her pursed lips.

She is now just a helpless child, crying alone and licking her wounds in the middle of a cold winter night.

But this love affair didn't last long.

After about a pillar of incense, she took away her hands covering her face, wiped away her tears, got up from the ground, and walked to the wing.

In a side room, Mrs. Feng was already asleep, Feng Jinghua walked to the door, took out a knife, pried the latch in the door open, and then pushed the door open a crack, took out a bamboo tube, and blew smoke-like hypnotic drugs into the room.

She must take her mother away and take her away, no matter what her mother does to her, she will admit it.

It didn't take long for her to push open the door, walk to the bed, and even call "Mother" many times, but Mrs. Feng didn't respond, so she wrapped her mother in the fox fur she brought and went out with her on her back.

Seeing this, the good aunt who was waiting outside was a little worried: "Miss, is it really okay to leave with Mrs. like this?"

Feng Jinghua said: "It's okay, I will bear the consequences." ”

In any case, the safety of the mother is the most important thing, and she will never hand her mother over to someone who does not care for her.

Lianggu sighed lightly, carried her baggage, and followed behind Feng Jinghua.

A carriage was parked near the temple, and Feng Jinghua got into the carriage with her mother on her back, and left the temple with her aunt.

The next day was the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Mrs. Feng woke up to the faint sound of firecrackers, and the strange and elegant room quickly let her know what had happened.

After she sat for a while, she got out of bed, put on a cotton robe, pushed open the door, and said to the maid outside: "Feng Jinghua asked her to come and see me." ”

At this time, it was almost noon, and the delicate vegetarian meal had already been prepared, and it was still exuding heat.

Yahuan said respectfully: "Mrs. Feng, please dine"

Mrs. Feng interrupted her: "Let Feng Jinghua come to see me, didn't you hear?"

Yahuan didn't dare to slack off, and immediately ran to invite Feng Jinghua.

Soon, Feng Jinghua arrived and said respectfully: "Mother, you sit down first and eat something."

She was slapped in the face by her mother.

It sounded quite loud, but it wasn't really heavy, because Mrs. Feng, who had been fasting and chanting Buddha for many years, didn't have much strength.

Mrs. Feng looked at Feng Jinghua, her eyes were a little stern and a little annoyed: "Why do you want to do such a thing?"

Feng Jinghua couldn't bear to deceive her mother, and told her grievances with Feng Hanyu and what Feng Hanyu wanted to do to her mother.

After hearing this, Mrs. Feng was not surprised, nor did she question or be angry, but was silent for a long time before she sat down and sighed long: "You three brothers and sisters, none of them are worry-free. I have been worshipping the Buddha for many years, and I am still implicated in these messy things by you, and I have no peace. ”

She is a lay disciple who leads the cultivation and has not really become a monk, and the reason why she has not really become a monk is because she has never believed or accepted that her most beloved son has died, and she has been waiting for her son to come back, and she is afraid that after she really becomes a monk, if her son comes back, it will not be easy for her to reunite with her son.

And the reason why she doesn't want to stay at home and don't want to see her husband and daughter is because every time she sees her family, she will remember the tragic situation of one less person in the family and her son's accident, so she has to live so close to the world and live alone.

Feng Jinghua understood her mother's mood very well, and knelt down again: "Mother, I have disappointed you again, please punish me." ”