Going to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha and pray for blessings and disasters is always one of the most important and ordinary activities of the New Year.

If you don't want to go out to the temple crowded with people, then go to the house to worship the Buddha, if there is a Buddha hall at home, you have to go to the Buddha hall to worship, so in the New Year, the Buddha hall in the underworld is open to the Yin family, and anyone can go to the incense to pray for blessings.

In previous years, Lady Purple and Lady Lan would take their concubines to the most famous temple in Tianzhou to pray for blessings, but now, what blessings do they have to pray for

The prince's favor cannot be prayed for, nor can it be sought, and they who can't get the prince's favor are just living ornaments, as dispensable ornaments, it is ridiculous to go to the temple to pray with great fanfare.

So Mrs. Zi didn't do anything for the New Year this time, but on the third day of the new year, she fasted and bathed, changed into plain clothes, and took a few maids to the Buddhist hall of the Yin family to burn incense.

The Buddha hall is located in the depths of the yin house, the environment is quiet and beautiful, usually no one approaches, these days people continue to come to burn incense, but although the number of people who come has increased, it still keeps quiet, no one dares to make noise here.

When Madame Zi arrived, there were already more than a dozen subordinates gathered in the Buddhist hall, and when these subordinates saw Madame Zi coming in, they all stepped aside.

Mrs. Zi reverently burned incense, worshiped the Buddha, and then drew lots, and what was drawn was actually a lot.

Only eight words were written on the signature: sincerity, mother and son reunited.

Mrs. Zi looked at this stick, frowned slightly, and murmured: "This sign, why is the bull's head wrong to the horse's mouth?"

The maid looked at it curiously and exclaimed in surprise: "Sincerely, the reunion of mother and son is so strange." Mrs. obviously has no heirs, how can she be reunited with her son"

The other maids also said, "This sign is really weird. I don't think this is someone else."

"Possibly. Mrs. Purple Hui Zhilan heart, the most is to hope that the prince and the palace are good, usually pray to the Buddha and the Bodhisattva for the safety of the palace, and pray for the whole house to reunite with the family during the New Year's holidays, Mrs. drew such a lot, is there anyone in our house who is separated from the mother or son, is grieving day and night, the Buddha received the prayer of the lady, give inspiration ? "

"Mrs. Lan's prayers have always been fulfilled, especially by lot, and the lot drawn has not been fulfilled very quickly. Hee-hee, I'm so happy now, because this mother and son, who have been separated for many years, will be reunited soon, which is a great thing."

So all the maids echoed and were beaming.

They spoke so loudly that others heard it and didn't think so, but Mrs. Feng, who was chanting the scriptures and knocking on the wooden fish behind the curtain, heard that her hands trembled slightly.

Mrs. Feng's obsession with her son has reached the point where she is crazy and extremely paranoid, and the topic of "mother-son reunion" can definitely arouse her high sensitivity and attention, so as soon as she heard Madame Zi's maid talking about the stick, she stopped beating the wooden fish, pricked up her ears, and listened to the sounds outside.

Hearing that the lottery was not working, she was overjoyed, her hands trembled slightly, and she almost wanted to rush out and ask, "Is it true, are the lots you drew accurate", at the same time, she was already looking forward to reuniting with her son soon.

Normal people will think that this is impossible to reunite with their son soon, but for Mrs. Feng, this is the only hope and motivation for her to live, and it is the life-saving straw for her to survive.

Outside, she was speculating who would be able to reunite with her mother or son, Mrs. Feng tightened her gray robe and shouted in her heart: "It's me, I've been separated from my son for many years, it's me who prays day and night for my son to return, it's me who can do anything for my son's safe return, and I'll be able to reunite with my son soon."

Lianggu saw her appearance next to her, and hurriedly went to help her, with a worried face: Mrs. was worried, and even fell into a demon, how to solve this

Outside, after Madame Zi's maid made a fuss for a while, she followed Madame Zi away, and the Buddhist hall was quiet again.

But Mrs. Feng's heart can no longer be calm.

She was absent-minded for the rest of the time, the whole person seemed to be under the spell, she didn't eat or drink and refused to sit down, just holding her son's puppet, turning around in the inner room, muttering something in her mouth, her body trembling and spasming from time to time, and it was not normal to look at it.

No matter how Lianggu persuaded her, Mrs. Feng didn't seem to hear it.

It wasn't until the sky got dark that Mrs. Feng became tired, sat down on the futon, stroked her son's puppet, and murmured: "Ming'er, my mother is waiting for you, why don't you come back, it's getting dark, it must be very cold outside, you must not freeze, my mother will be distressed"

Lianggu looked at her, shook her head secretly, went outside and came in with hot rice and tea, and said to Mrs. Feng: "Madam, you have to eat well, and when the young master comes back, you will have the strength to catch up with him, right?"

Sure enough, this sentence reached Mrs. Feng's heart.

Mrs. Feng looked at her, then at the food, and after thinking about it, she picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly.

After eating, she returned to the room, asked Lianggu to leave, sat under the candle again, looked at her son's puppet, and muttered: "Ming'er, why haven't you come back, my mother has been waiting for you"

Tuk-tuk

Suddenly, there was a low sound of tapping on the window, as if someone was banging on the window.

Mrs. Feng's heart jumped, and she rushed over to open the window, there was no one outside the window, but a piece of paper blew in with the wind and brushed her cheek.

She turned to pick up the paper, and her hands trembled uncontrollably when she saw the handwriting on it.

She will never forget such handwriting, because this is her son's handwriting, some sloppy, not beautiful, absolutely not of any level and attainment, but full of masculinity, every stroke is full of youthful sharpness.

It was her son who came back, and she was excited, unfolded the paper, and looked at it carefully.

"Mother, there is a temple fair in the city, Ming'er will always be waiting for you at Shandeok Temple, this is the secret of our mother and son, please don't let others know" Just such a sentence, there is no payment, no time, no detailed location.

The way this paper appeared is still so strange, and ordinary people will definitely doubt the origin and authenticity of this paper.

But Mrs. Feng didn't have the slightest doubt, because her mind was on the verge of collapse because of the painful longing for her son for many years, and she couldn't look at her with normal thinking.

For her, as long as there is a glimmer of hope to be reunited with her son, she will do anything, she can do anything.

After she read it, she excitedly stuffed the letter paper into her arms, and ran outside with her son's doll in her arms, but before she ran out of the Buddhist hall, a guard stopped in front of her, and said respectfully: "Mrs. Feng, it's getting late, and the weather is cold, if you have something to do, please ask the small one, and the small one will be done for you." ”

Mrs. Feng raised her eyebrows: "What are you doing, I can't even go out?"

The guard hurriedly said, "The little one just wants to protect Mrs. Feng." If Mrs. wants to go out, please tell Miss Feng that Miss Feng will personally send Mrs. out. ”

Mrs. Feng stared at him for a long time, then looked up at the night again, and turned around: "Then I won't go out." ”

In her son's affairs, she cares about it, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have brains.

As the wife of a general, she has given birth to such talented children, how bad her brain can be

The son said in the letter that he would always wait for her at Seondeok Temple, and also said that she would not let others know, then, she would listen to her son and not alarm anyone, and it was so late now, the temple should have been gone, and she went now, disturbing the Buddhist quiet, not good.

She can endure it for more than ten years, why can't she endure it for a few more hours