Arrived at the Buddha hall, sure enough, a solemn and gloomy atmosphere came to the face, a big Buddha in the hall crossed his legs and fingers, long eyebrows and wide ears, dressed in gold, not angry and self-righteous sitting on the lotus platform, next to the great mercy of Guanyin Master, the face is beautiful, the jade bottle in hand, looking at the sorrow and pain of the world with a slight smile, as if saying the words of compassion that comforts people's hearts. There is a sandalwood incense table on the side of the Buddha case, with pen, ink, paper, inkstone and Buddhist scriptures, spread out the paper, study the ink, and the incense burner in the incense burner is rising calmly and calmly, there is everything, but no one.

Wen Yushang was young, and no one responded to the few calls of "second sister" inside and out. The old lady said: "Xu is going to change clothes, it's okay, we'll wait for her here." ”

The old lady knelt down first and took in a stick of incense, and then said to General Wen: "Qian'er, you have been away from home for a few years, and when you come back this time, you can just pay a visit to your ancestors and ancestors, their tablets are here, you can go." ”

General Wen hurriedly agreed, and then took incense and respectfully worshiped the ancestors and ancestors.

Wen Yukou and Wen Yuzhi helped the old lady to sit down, Aunt Du had the heart to flatter Wen Yulan, and saw that there was a copy of the scriptures on the table, so she walked over and said with a smile: "Since the old lady is here, take a look at the scriptures copied by the second lady, I can't hold them anymore after copying so much......" She came over with a thick pile of paper, Wen Yuzhi knew that she was illiterate, and whispered to Wen Yusheng: "Your mother is illiterate, you go and take a look, check it and then take it to the old lady." ”

Wen Yushang was startled, walked in front of Aunt Du in a few steps, and said with interest: "Auntie, I also want to see what the second sister wrote, take it for me......" Reaching out to take it, Aunt Du coldly stretched out her right hand and patted it, and said angrily: "The child's family, the old lady hasn't seen it yet, you can't take the lead." Besides, the real work of your second sister can be seen by anyone? ”

After that, he didn't pay attention to Wen Yusheng, and offered the treasure as if he had to send the paper to the old lady, and smiled very eagerly: "Old lady, please take a look." ”

She glanced at Wen Yukou, only to find that the latter's gaze had been on General Wen, the old lady nodded, took it and looked at it one by one, only to look at it a few times, and the originally kind face changed color. The three granddaughters can also see it clearly, in black and white, Liu Yongzang's feelings, Qin Guan smells the fragrance, and there are quite a lot of spring sentences in the Red Mansion, where are the Buddhist scriptures written, and they are clearly some love poems that are not in the stream. With Wen Yulan's extremely beautiful lady Xiaokai, her tone was shy and timid, and she was extremely unbearable.

"Where is this poetry, it's filthy!" The old lady looked at several photos in a row, each of which was full of content, and was so angry that she crumpled it into a ball and fell on Aunt Du's chest: "Go and call Miss Lan to me immediately!" ”

Aunt Du was so frightened that she took a few steps back and thought, she didn't want to step on the corner of her skirt, she fell on her back all of a sudden, all the paper in her hand was taken off, scattered all over the place, and there were a few pieces floating on the Buddha statue, the old lady saw that she had blasphemed the Bodhisattva, and immediately covered her chest, her face turned blue in pain, and Wen Yukou hurriedly stroked her chest: "Old lady, don't be angry, your body has just been cultivated, and you can't be angry!" ”

The old lady pointed to the Buddha statue: "Quick, quick, the Bodhisattva is going to be angry......" She was in a lot of pain, her words were not clear, and others had not yet understood, Wen Yukou had already walked over, rolled up her sleeves, pulled up the corners of her skirt, climbed onto the incense case and took off the papers one by one. When she jumped down, General Wen came out, and when he saw that she had just jumped down and was unsteady on her feet, she frowned and said, "What are you doing?" ”

Wen Yukou raised the paper in his hand: "This ......" General Wen snatched it over, looked at a few, and was furious: "Who wrote it?!" Seeing that Wen Yukou was speechless, a stack of paper hit Wen Yukou with a slash on her face, "It's you?" ”

Wen Yukou's face and forehead were beaten so hot and painful, and they quickly turned red, she didn't rub them, and smiled coldly at her father: "Why is my father angry, if it was really written by me, can I still stand here alive now?" ”

Even if he is as stupid as Wen Yushang, he can't stand it: "Father, you are wrong to blame the big sister, it has nothing to do with the big sister." Aunt Fang Cai fell, and the paper flew to the Buddha statue, and the old lady was worried about blaspheming the Bodhisattva, so the eldest sister volunteered to take the paper down...... These poems are all written by the second sister......"

"What, Yulan wrote it?" General Wen was already impatient, and repeatedly blamed Wen Yukou for his mistakes. There was no remorse at all, and coldly pushed Wen Yukou away: "It's not that you write the best, if you write it, you will be killed immediately!" Your second sister wrote these things, but you didn't notice it at all, and you didn't fulfill your sister's duty, so you should fight! ”

Wen Yukou's eyes were also cold, looking at his father's back, he actually sprouted a little hatred. She pressed the beast in her chest, constantly recalling her father's kindness to her when she was a child, so that she could not expose her father's lies and not beat him down. She had to endure it.

At the very least, be patient before begging him to open the net and allow her to see her mother......

Several mothers-in-law who were keeping vigil were brought in and knelt on the ground, and General Wen asked Wen Yulan where he went, but none of them knew what to do. When the old lady saw that one of them still had the marks of lard and rice wine on his face, he knew that they were eating and drinking just now, and he was so angry that he pointed at them with trembling hands, and he couldn't say a word.

"Tell me quickly, where did the second sister go?! If you don't say it, my father will be tortured, and I'm afraid that your old body and bones won't be able to stand it, and you'll die! Wen Yushang scared them.

The mothers-in-law immediately stirred, and one of them was so frightened that his voice changed, and he really summoned him truthfully: "Ask the general and the old lady to spare their lives, the second lady said that it was too boring, and she had to go out to breathe, and gave us a reward and rice wine, and promised to come back in half an hour." The slaves and maids did not agree, and the second lady said that she would sue us in front of Mrs. Dou, and she would have to endure hardships in the future. The slaves and maids are also helpless, so I beg the old lady to learn from it. ”

At this moment, a delicate and wealthy girl stepped into the Buddhist hall while singing softly, the floor was full of white paper, she picked up one, and her ruddy and pink face turned white. The singing stopped, and the scene in front of her obviously surprised her: "Old lady, why are you here?" Father, father ......"

She knew that her father would return home in the near future, and she had been preparing for a long time after listening to her mother's words, and finally confirmed it last night, thinking that her father would definitely come back to save her from the sea of suffering, punish the little slut, and vent her anger for her mother and daughter. Now the father finally came, but in an awkward time, in an awkward place.

The night watchwoman who knelt on the ground, and the people with different expressions, the paper that should have copied the Buddhist scriptures in their hands was written with love poems, and Wen Yulan, who was used to seeing big scenes, couldn't help but be at a loss.

"Yulan, it's so late, where have you been?" The old lady asked coldly.