The prayer meeting officially began at noon, and the monks recited scriptures to pray for blessings. The believers did the same.

The prayer meeting is divided into three days, the first day is only one meal, the second day is only fruitless, and the third day is not able to eat anything.

Of course, Zhang Qianling is an exception.

"Hey, you bring these vegetables to the West Wing." The monk in charge of the kitchen finally caught an idler and hurriedly commanded her.

The West Chamber, where my father stayed! I was apprehensive, but I still obediently served those dishes.

"Father, the food here is so unpalatable!"

"Well, not all the food in the temple is like this! I won't let you come with me, you won't! ”

"I thought it was going to be fun!" When he said this, Zhang Qingyan glanced at Jun Zimo, who was quietly eating. But the man didn't realize it. It's not so much that he doesn't know the way, it's that he doesn't want to know the way. Zhang Qingyan has a perverse temper, although she is favored by Zhang Qian, but her temper is definitely not someone who can help herself!

Listen to these in your ears, and also see Zhang Qingyan's thoughts in your eyes. Zhang Xianxian stopped at the door for a while before entering with the food.

"What kind of soup is this, why is it all water?" Zhang Qingyan glanced at the soup with a few green vegetable leaves floating in disgust, and stirred it with a soup spoon. The last angry threw the spoon into the soup bowl. A lot of hot soup was splashed, and all of it fell on Zhang Xianxian's hands.

With a shake of his hand, the dish on the serving plate was almost knocked to the ground. Seeing this, the gentleman quickly stretched out his hand, and was able to help her stabilize.

But from this point of view, all eyes saw her direction.

When Zhang Qingyan saw that it was her, she was slightly stunned. But he quickly turned his head away, not looking at her.

"Xian'er, is it a good habit here?" Zhang Qianling's voice was soft, but he didn't really care at all.

"Back to my father, my daughter is very good. Father Lao was worried. She bent her knees slightly, hung her head, and replied obediently.

"Well, it's good!" Zhang Qian said lightly, and then began to eat, not bothering with her. Her acquaintance faded.

The moment he walked out of the door, he looked up at the sky slightly, and the tears that were about to overflow his eyes fell back. In fact, how much she wished she could sit next to her father to eat and be able to be coquettish occasionally.

A pale blue handkerchief was handed to her, and she turned her head slightly, and saw the man with a look of regret. At that moment, his eyes seemed to be engraved into her heart, and she will never forget it. If his rescue of her from the broken courtyard was his salvation for her, then his glance was the poison he gave. is destined to occupy a very important place in her heart in this life.

In order to avoid suspicion, he didn't say a word, and had already passed by her. The blue, the only color she had.

Three days later, the prayer meeting ended successfully. And this third day is also the mother's sacrifice day.

As if for mourning, the sky that had been good for the first two days suddenly began to rain lightly.

Zhang Xianxian got up early in the morning and laboriously got the box to the back mountain, but fortunately it was empty and not very heavy.

She even said that the box contained her mother's clothes, and she was going to burn them for her mother. Otherwise, one day when she returns home, she won't be able to explain the blood in the box.

Because it was raining, the box didn't burn well. It took a lot of effort to light it slowly.

When the sky was already bright, Zhang Qianling came over. Looking at Zhang Xianxian kneeling in front of her mother's grave, her heart moved slightly, and she looked at the fire burning next to her with some doubts.

She remembered that day she had bumped into her when she was leaving, and she said it was her mother's clothes. However, since it is a burning of clothes, why bother burning this box together?

I was puzzled, but I said to her quietly: "Xian Xian, for my father, I want to stay with your mother alone for a while." ”

The tender and sad voice made her heart feel indescribable. She is so sorry for her father when she does this! After all, it seems abnormal for Junzi Mo to appear in Zhang's mansion once or twice or twice. The first time he was an assassin who was caught, but in an instant he was a protégé of his father, and the second time he was seriously wounded......

How to think about it, these things are not simple. But she already had a faint sense that his position was contrary to her father's. And now that she's doing so, she's on his side. But thinking of his handkerchief, she still got up obediently and stepped back without any abnormality.

Zhang Qian looked at the tombstone in front of her, and Yu Guang saw a dress that she often wore when she was a child, and looked over with some surprise, just as her soul came to meet her, but found that it was only a dress that was burned in the fire. I couldn't help but look at it in a daze for a long time.

Seeing him looking in that direction, Zhang Xianxian's heart couldn't help but raise his throat.

And Zhang Qianling's eyes sank when he saw the dark red mark on the remaining wooden board that had not yet been burned.

"Xian'er, what did you put in this box? How can there be blood stains. Zhang Qian looked at Zhang Xianxian on the side with cold eyes, and his tone was equally cold.

Zhang Xianxian struggled to control the trembling of his body, and slowly stepped forward and squatted down by the wooden block that was about to burn out. Look closely. Then he said calmly: "It's just that some clothes have been packed, maybe my father has crossed his eyes, and at this time he is just moth-eaten." ”

As soon as the words were finished, the broken wooden block was burned out, and no one could confirm what it was. Seeing this, Zhang Qian swept her face meaningfully. He wasn't talking either.

Jun Zimo on the side was also a little relieved, but he still had some heart palpitations. Zhang Qian, that old thief, since he is suspicious, will definitely not stop there.

And Zhang Xianxian lowered her head in some frustration, she deceived her father again!