In the Zen room, Mrs. Sai was sitting on a futon, facing a small, low square table. On the table, a small incense burner was smoking, a celadon teapot was still steaming, and two cups of tea were placed on both sides of the square table, under the cups.
Two square towels are used for heat insulation, and the entire display is meticulous and meticulous.
"Mr. Xia?" Mrs. Sai looked at Xia Shang in surprise.
Xia Shang did not pay attention to Mrs. Sai. He looked at the tea table decorations and then looked inside the room. He didn't see anyone else.
Xia Shang was about to say something when a familiar voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Ms. sir."
When Xia Shang turned around, he saw Qin Huairou right in front of him, dressed in simple white clothes, with her hair simply tied up, without any decoration, but her eyes full of surprise, and she still looked so beautiful.
Mrs. Sai was in the house and did not see Qin Huairou. She only saw Xia Shang blankly standing in front of the door for a moment. Her thoughts turned from the initial surprise to a small surprise. When she was about to say a few more words, she saw Xia Shang move away.
Started walking.
"Sorry, Mrs. Sai, I went to the wrong house."
After a few simple words, Xia Shang took the initiative to close the door of Mrs. Sai's meditation room, and the words that Mrs. Sai had already spoken were stuck in his throat.
Mrs. Sai was in a light mood, shook her head with a wry smile, raised her cup and took a sip of tea.
"Do you know that kid too?"
In the room, an old and rich voice floated faintly.
A shadowy voice stood faintly in an inconspicuous corner of the Zen room, and did not slowly walk out until the door was closed. Obviously, he did not want anyone to know that he was here.
When this person walked out of the corner and sat down for tea again, Xia Shang would be shocked if he saw him.
The person who shared the same room with Mrs. Sai was actually an old man with a distinguished status in Liuzhuang that day. In other words, he was the current emperor!
The two seemed to have been chatting for a long time, with calm expressions on each other's faces, just sitting opposite each other and talking lightly.
"Your Majesty also knows him?"
"He is a shrewd man, but a bit immature. How did you know him?"
"He is a gentleman from Jiangnan. Jiangnan is stubborn and cannot be disciplined by ordinary teachers. Only this Mr. Xia has clever methods and makes Jiangnan obedient."
"This boy is quite ambitious. He can teach Jiang Nan."
After a simple conversation, the two fell into silence again.
"I haven't heard the ditty you sang for a long time. How about singing it once?"
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After Xia Shang met his wife, how could he care about anything else?
He followed Qin Huairou to the Zen room where she was.
It turned out that Qin Huairou's meditation room was right next to Mrs. Sai's. She had heard someone making a noise outside the house, so she went out to find out what the sound was. How could she think it was her husband?
As I was sitting down in the meditation room, I heard faint singing coming from the next room.
Through the wall, I couldn't hear clearly what was being sung in the song, but I could tell that the singer's voice was extremely beautiful, and only the tone was very enjoyable.
However, neither of the two people in the room were in the mood to chat. Before Xia Shang opened his mouth, Qin Huairou asked first, "Ms. sir, why are you here?"
"I miss you."
"Not serious!" Qin Huairou said with a straight face and waved her hand towards Xiaoyue.
The little girl came over quickly to pour tea.
Qin Huairou then asked: "Is everything going well at home?"
"What's going on? Without my wife, of course the family will be in chaos, otherwise we wouldn't have come all the way to ask my wife to come back and take charge of the housework!"
One second Qin Huairou really believed it, but the next second she knew it was her husband's joke and shook her head helplessly: "My husband, you came as soon as you came, why are you making noise outside the house? This is an important place of Buddhism. Isn't it disturbing all the pilgrims?"
OK."
Xia Shang didn't answer and didn't want to elaborate. He stood up and walked to sit next to Huairou. He put one hand on Huairou's shoulder and carefully held the other's small hand with the other.
They were originally a pair of arms as smooth as jade, but today I saw that the palms and backs of my hands were a little rougher, not as smooth as before, and you could still feel some small cuts when you touched them.
Xia Shang's face changed and became ugly.
Qin Huairou was shy at her husband's gentleness at first, but suddenly she saw her husband's unkind expression, and knew what was on his mind. She couldn't help but feel worried in her heart, as if she wanted to withdraw her hand.
How could Xia Shang let go and held his wife's hand tighter.
Then he pushed the trousers to his thighs to look at the lady's knees.
What a mess!
There are actually dried blood clots on my knees!
"My lord...my lord, I...I didn't mean...not to tell you on purpose." Qin Huairou was startled, thinking that the lord would blame herself for concealing her wish.
But Xia Shang's heart broke when he saw his wife's scarred knees.
That skin was supposed to be smoother than jade! But now it bears traces of vicissitudes of life!
At this moment, Xia Shang's nose was so sore that he could not speak, he could not open his eyes, and his face turned red.
At this moment, all Xia Shang's thoughts were on controlling his emotions, and he remained motionless.
Seeing that my husband was like this, Qin Huairou became even more anxious: "My husband, I'm sorry, I didn't say anything just because I was afraid that my husband would worry, so... so..."
In the panic, a big hug suddenly came out of the blue, and a chest that was not very strong completely covered Qin Huairou's delicate body.
Xia Shang hugged her very gently, fearing that any of his strength might offend the beauty in his arms.
His fingertips ran through her hair and landed on her shoulders, patting gently.
"As I said, you are responsible for looking beautiful, and I am responsible for making money to support the family. Didn't you take what I said into your heart?"
"concubine……"
"There is no need to have long concubines and short concubines. From now on, I will be you and you will be me."
"Ms. sir, I am..."
"And he said! From now on, we will treat each other as you and me."
"Ms. sir, is there any difference?"
"have!"
"Concubine...I don't understand."
"No need to understand, I just understand."
"oh."
"Huairou, come home with me. I don't want you to suffer for me anymore."
"No! I made a promise to the Bodhisattva, and I cannot break my promise to the Bodhisattva, otherwise there will be a big disaster!"
"When you pray to gods and worship Buddha, you seek peace of mind and the righteousness of heaven and earth. As long as you have a heart of reverence in the world, Buddha will not blame you. Gods and Buddhas are always good. If believers must abuse themselves,
How can such a Buddha be worthy of our worship if we express our desire to seek the Buddha in such a way?"
Qin Huairou couldn't say it, and didn't know how to say it.
"So, madam, it's better to go home with me."
"No!" Qin Huairou still refused, "No matter what my husband said is true or false, I will stay here for a hundred days anyway. Just as my husband said, what I want is peace of mind. If I leave with my husband today, I will be in trouble for the rest of my life.
I can’t feel at ease.”
"Amitabha……"
As soon as Qin Huairou finished speaking, an old monk's voice came from outside the house.
Looking back, I saw an old monk wearing a golden cassock standing at the door with a smile.
"Who are you?"
"The poor monk Guanyin Temple presides over the grass lanterns and has met this benefactor."
"Grass lantern?" Xia Shang recited casually, feeling uncomfortable no matter how he recited it, as if he had heard it somewhere.
After thinking about it for a while, I understood.
Monk Caodeng!
I wipe it!
Xia Shang almost spit out old blood and felt that the whole temple was not serious.
I just hope this grass lantern is not that grass lantern. (To be continued)