She looked at the bathtub where she was squatting quietly beside her, and said with great trepidation: "The princess is not in good health and I really can't serve you! Master, for the princess's good, please bear with it!"
"Who wants Xi'er to take care of her? Wouldn't it be better for me to take care of her?"
Hearing this, the man on the bed pouted his red lips, and his brows were filled with a sense of happiness that he had a wife and everything was in order. It was as if, in his understanding, it was natural for a man to serve a woman!
When Grandma Rong heard this, her face suddenly turned pale!
In her feudal ideology where men are superior to women, it is natural for women to serve men. But if a woman lets a man serve her, is that going against heaven?
Her two thin eyebrows are almost tied into knots!
She said "My good prince" on the left and "My good prince" on the right. No matter how she tried to persuade her, Feng Qingyang would not even look at her.
When she talked until her mouth was dry, the person "listening to the show" on the bed lazily turned his head and looked at the closed door: "Why hasn't Nishang girl brought you dinner? She's starving to death.
I’m the king!
Auntie Rong, are you hungry? If you are hungry, go out to eat quickly, I and Xi'er won't have your share of the food!"
"Your Majesty..." Grandma Rong beat her chest in annoyance!
With the Empress Dowager as her backer, she has never been so ignored in the palace!
But……
"Mother Rong, remember to close the door when you go out. You know, miscarriage is just like confinement, there is no wind!"
Lying in the bed, the woman was so quiet that people thought she was asleep. She lazily poked her head out, curled her red lips, and spoke in a very sad tone.
A mouthful of blood welled up in Nanny Rong's chest and almost spurted out.
Helplessly, under two pairs of innocent and aggrieved eyes, she could only respond submissively: "Here!"
Then, close the door and leave!
…
It was a quiet night, and the cold wind blew open the white screen windows and sprinkled a layer of silver light on the white marble tiles.
In front of the Buddhist hall, a dark yellow figure knelt in front of the Bodhisattva, his white hands tapping the wooden fish.
Muyu dong! dong! dong!
The beads in his hand were spinning! spinning! spinning!
He doesn’t know how many times he knocked the wooden fish, or how many reincarnations the Buddhist beads spun in his hands.
Finally, he could no longer calm down and pretend to be himself, so he threw away the wooden fish irritably, and sat down on the cold ground tired both physically and mentally.
The ground was cold, but no matter how cold it was, it couldn't cool his heart!
He knew that no matter how many sutras he recited, he would never become a Buddha!
But God knows, he doesn’t want to become a Buddha at all!
I used to think that with all the mundane things in the world, it would be better to pick off a thread of worries and stay with the ancient Buddha's green lantern from now on, which would bring peace to my life.
However, people are so mean sometimes!
The more you force yourself to put something down, the more you will remember it involuntarily.
Missing is a disease!
And he is already terminally ill!
"Quick!"
A cautious knock on the door interrupted his remorse. He wiped his face, and the mundane things in his heart and mind were forcibly thrown away. His handsome face looked calm and calm again.
"Master, my disciple wants to see you!"
A clear voice came from outside the door. He raised his eyebrows slightly and responded, "Come in!"
With a creak, the thick carved wooden door was opened, and a young monk, carrying a tray, walked carefully and reverently in front of Li Shuang, as if he was afraid of disturbing the Bodhisattva.
"Master, I found what you wanted!"
As he said that, the little monk put the tray on the small wooden table next to Li Shuang, with his head half lowered, not daring to look directly at him. She looked at the bathtub quietly squatting aside, and said tangledly
: "The princess is not in good health and I really can't serve you! Master, for the sake of the princess, please bear with me!"
"Who wants Xi'er to take care of her? Wouldn't it be better for me to take care of her?"
Hearing this, the man on the bed pouted his red lips, and his brows were filled with a sense of happiness that he had a wife and everything was in order. It was as if, in his understanding, it was natural for a man to serve a woman!
When Grandma Rong heard this, her face suddenly turned pale!
In her feudal ideology where men are superior to women, it is natural for women to serve men. But if a woman lets a man serve her, is that going against heaven?
Her two thin eyebrows are almost tied into knots!
She said "My good prince" on the left and "My good prince" on the right. No matter how she tried to persuade her, Feng Qingyang would not even look at her.
When she talked until her mouth was dry, the person "listening to the show" on the bed lazily turned his head and looked at the closed door: "Why hasn't Nishang girl brought you dinner? She's starving to death.
I’m the king!
Auntie Rong, are you hungry? If you are hungry, go out to eat quickly, I and Xi'er won't have your share of the food!"
"Your Majesty..." Grandma Rong beat her chest in annoyance!
With the Empress Dowager as her backer, she has never been so ignored in the palace!
But……
"Mother Rong, remember to close the door when you go out. You know, miscarriage is just like confinement, there is no wind!"
Lying in the bed, the woman was so quiet that people thought she was asleep. She lazily poked her head out, curled her red lips, and spoke in a very sad tone.
A mouthful of blood welled up in Nanny Rong's chest and almost spurted out.
Helplessly, under two pairs of innocent and aggrieved eyes, she could only respond submissively: "Here!"
Then, close the door and leave!
…
It was a quiet night, and the cold wind blew open the white screen windows and sprinkled a layer of silver light on the white marble tiles.
In front of the Buddhist hall, a dark yellow figure knelt in front of the Bodhisattva, his white hands tapping the wooden fish.
Muyu dong! dong! dong!
The beads in his hand were spinning! spinning! spinning!
He doesn’t know how many times he knocked the wooden fish, or how many reincarnations the Buddhist beads spun in his hands.
Finally, he could no longer calm down and pretend to be himself, so he threw away the wooden fish irritably, and sat down on the cold ground tired both physically and mentally.
The ground was cold, but no matter how cold it was, it couldn't cool his heart!
He knew that no matter how many sutras he recited, he would never become a Buddha!
But God knows, he doesn’t want to become a Buddha at all!
I used to think that with all the mundane things in the world, it would be better to pick off a thread of worries and stay with the ancient Buddha's green lantern from now on, which would bring peace to my life.
However, people are so mean sometimes!
The more you force yourself to put something down, the more you will remember it involuntarily.
Missing is a disease!
And he is already terminally ill!
"Quick!"
A cautious knock on the door interrupted his remorse. He wiped his face, and the mundane things in his heart and mind were forcibly thrown away. His handsome face looked calm and calm again.
"Master, my disciple wants to see you!"
A clear voice came from outside the door. He raised his eyebrows slightly and responded, "Come in!"
With a creak, the thick carved wooden door was opened, and a young monk, carrying a tray, walked carefully and reverently in front of Li Shuang, as if he was afraid of disturbing the Bodhisattva.
"Master, I found what you wanted!"
As he spoke, the young monk placed the tray on the small wooden table next to Li Shuang, with his head half lowered, not daring to look directly at him.