The struggle of the eight blessings of rebirth

Chapter 10: Go Your Own Way

Yinhu has been very troubled recently. Before the separation of the government, he could pretend to be an innocent and lovely child. Although he was the first mother, he was still very good-looking and liked by Huang Ama, although the crown prince's "like" made him grateful , but the day passed smoothly.But after the division of the government, it seemed that everything in his plan had deviated.

First of all, although he received a job in the official department in the plan, he was a writer, and because of this he was reprimanded by Kangxi for not making any progress in writing. He thus became the laughing stock of his brother.Because Huang Ama said that another day, his husband will live directly at home and let him learn again. God, he is already dead!

Secondly, it is his marriage. Originally, it is not up to him to decide who to marry. Whoever is rewarded by Huang Ama is the one. He would worry about this kind of thing, but when the imperial decree of marriage came down, he checked it in private, and smoke rose from his head: "Huang Ama, am I your son?"You actually asked me to hold two wedding banquets at the woman's house like a recruit, and you personally ordered the eunuch Wu Shulai to deliver the dowry, why didn't you just give me Feng Guanxia?The most terrible thing is that this Guo Luoluo Caixuan committed suicide before her wedding, and the people in Prince An's Mansion even concealed it for her!Yinhu feels that she has been greatly insulted, are you a fierce woman, you will not marry me even if you die, I want you to know that you are my person in life and my soul in death, I will raise you up , For you, in front of Huang Ama, I understand the righteousness and uphold the dignity of the royal family, hum in private, you will be empty for the rest of your life until you die!Prince Anjun's Mansion, I will not make it easy for you!

Seeing the woman complete the church worship like a marionette, his heart was on fire: Guo Luoluo Caixuan, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!He sent her maid away and sent his own people to her. He intentionally humiliated her on the first day of their wedding. Who would have thought that not only did she not have an attack, but she seemed to be resigned. Hmph, are you pretending to be pitiful now? ?late!But what made him feel strange was that this woman didn't seem to be as domineering and domineering as the rumors said, she was good at housework and painting, and she could even figure out the psychological activities of others with a good understanding.What surprised him even more was that she had a keen insight into things. At first, he thought it was a woman's instinct to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, but later found that it seemed to be more than that, she must be hiding something from herself!
So, he sent people to investigate her more deeply, but they couldn't get any valuable information. Her past was blank. Except for her parents who died early and her grandfather loved her, the rest of the palace treated her like an object. For the sake of her niece's future, Tong Jiashi, the successor of Prince An, created public opinion to force her to "repay her kindness by suicide".Her unfortunate childhood and teenage years were real, which made him wonder what was wrong with the woman lying beside him.Turning over and continuing to observe in the dark, he was stunned. She who used to sleep beside him drooling heartlessly, had tears on her face today, and her eyelashes fluttered uncomfortably. She cried again.

This was the third time in a row that he found her crying.Since the Wanshou Festival dinner, she has been behaving very strangely, picking him up at the door every night, and then asking her with a look of something to say, she said nothing, and then bit her lip and cried at night, so that because of her lip Qiu Ju misunderstood the tooth marks on his face.Yinhu asked Qiuju, and Qiuju only said that she was troubled by Si Fujin asking her to go to Guanghua Temple to ask for a lottery. She was hesitant, so she was troubled, but he didn't think it was that simple.

Early in the morning, when Minzhi woke up, she saw a questioning face on the opposite side, and she frowned: "Good morning." "Morning, your eyes are very swollen." Yinhu pretended to move forward, and Minzhi Zhi naturally moved in the opposite direction: "It's okay, it's just swollen." While getting out of bed from the side: "I'll ask someone to come in and wait for you to clean your face and change your clothes." After a while, Yinhu was dressed and ready to go out: " I'm missing a snuff bottle, it was given by my second uncle, if you go to ask for a lottery, please ask me for one, and see if you can find it."

Minzhi was taken aback: "Is there something missing from you? What did you look like? Where did you miss it? I'll ask someone to look for it for you later." Yinhu looked back: "I didn't see it when I was young, and I always miss it in my heart. ""Okay, I get it now. "Then I'm leaving." After finishing speaking, Yinhu went to court. Minzhi had eaten breakfast, and was alone in a daze in the room. Recently, she often dreamed at night, dreaming of some scenes of being bullied by other children in the orphanage when she was young. Dreaming that she was being pressed down by a group of children to cut her hair, or scribbled on her face with crayons. After she was adopted, she hardly thought about these things. Why did she suddenly dream about them these days? Could it be these few days? The Japanese are under too much mental pressure? Not good, Yinhu must have discovered something, so he made insinuations that he lost something and asked for a signature for him. Forget it, let’s go for a walk, anyway, he I don't mind, I'm so nervous. It's still early, and the prince is still sitting there so steadily, isn't he? Let's go for a walk.

Sifujin was very happy after getting the reply, and within two days the carriage arrived at the gate of Baylor Mansion, Minzhi went out only to find out that Sifujin had moved a small tea restaurant to the carriage, and Honghui refused to recognize Minzhi , reaching out to hug, Sifujin smiled and watched her skillfully dodge her son's "catch" and then, like a magic trick, took out a red pompom and put it in Honghui's hand, teaching him to shake it and make a crisp sound The voice: "Sister and sister, I didn't expect you to be so good at pleasing children. I was afraid that bringing Hui'er out would bother you." Minzhi prepared to come out today because she wanted to let go, so she responded with a smile on her face: " The eldest brother is lively and cute, just looking at it makes people like it, it is rare to come out, let him breathe the fresh air." Si Fujin smiled: "Yes, I think so too."

While chatting and laughing, we arrived at the mountain gate of Guanghua Temple, in the Daxiong Palace, the moment people knelt on the futon, Minzhi felt that time seemed to stand still, and at this moment all the thoughts that were full of heart were put aside, and respectfully kowtowed three times , listening to the monk reading a volume of scriptures.Then came asking for a lottery. It was the first time for her to do this kind of old thing. I don’t know how many people have touched and held the bamboo stick, and the rubbing is so bright that it can be seen. She peeked at Si Fujin’s pious face and muttered something, and Minzhi also closed her eyes: Buddha bless, actually I don't want to ask anything.

Just as I thought about it, a stick came out of the bucket and fell to the ground.Minzhi looked at the lottery dumbfounded: I didn't even shake it and it fell out, so positive?In fact, there are openings at both ends of the stick tube, the upper one has a large opening, and the lower one has a smaller opening. Usually, sticks come out from the top, but Minzhi keeps holding the stick with the center of gravity downward, and the sticks fall out from the small opening at the bottom. Picking it up and looking at it, I felt a little turmoil in my heart: Isn't the lottery number 25 her real age this year?Holding the bamboo stick in her hand, Minzhi looked uneasily at Si Fujin who was trying to shake the stick beside her, and finally waited until Si Fujin rolled out a bamboo stick, and then the two of them each got a sign.Sifujin got a lucky lottery, and she was so happy that she smiled, and when she made a move, it was a 100 tael silver ticket, with some sesame oil money added.When he came over, he asked Minzhi: "What did the younger brother and sister's signing master say?" Minzhi was very embarrassed: "I haven't asked yet!" Sifujin gave her a blank look, picked up the signature and read it: "The Buddha said that washing the sand begins. Seeing gold is only because a gentleman doesn't bother his mind. Prosperity and glory always have the effect of poetry and calligraphy. Miaoli Kungfu carefully searches for it. What does this mean?" Minzhi smiled wryly: "I don't know either."

At this time, a monk with white eyebrows and yellow robe slowly walked out from the inside. Minzhi saw the red cassock on his body, and immediately went up to him: "Master." The monk with white eyebrows waved his hand: "I thought he was just walking around with nothing to do. I didn't expect it to be the decree of the Buddha. Benefactor, is this lottery what you asked for?" Si Fujin respectfully handed over the lottery to the old monk: "How to explain the sign, I'll let the abbot show me." The abbot twitched his eyebrows: "Here The two female benefactors are watching and serving tea!" Sifujin was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master Abbot!" Minzhi was in a fog: Drinking tea and chatting in the Daxiong Palace?The little novice stepped forward: "Please, two benefactors!"

The two were led to the place where they usually do small religious ceremonies in the temple, a long corridor. A round table and two stools had been placed where the incense table was originally placed. It must be a great opportunity to alert the abbot to untie the lottery in person!" Minzhi frowned, "I hope so." After a while, the abbot came and surprised the two of them. The abbot came here in a formal attire. , a bright yellow monk robe, a cassock embroidered with silver thread inlaid with eight treasures, a tin staff in his left hand and a string of shiny black Buddhist beads on his right hand.As soon as this outfit appeared, Minzhi and Sifujin couldn't sit still, they almost knelt down and worshiped.The abbot said kindly: "You two don't need to panic, just sit down. This benefactor, what do you ask for with this stick?" "Ask for lost things" Minzhi remembered what Yinhu said, he lost something.

"The number is determined freely in the dark. I'm afraid I won't be able to find what the benefactor lost." Minzhi's eyes darkened, and Sifujin asked in surprise beside her: "What did you lose, is it important?" Minzhi Shaking my head, I lost it when I was a child, it doesn't matter anymore. The abbot shook his tin stick, and the ring made a jingling sound: "Gold is found in the sand, and a gentleman works hard. The donor must find what he wants. The important thing is that the donor should put things in his heart and do his best." "Minzhi smiled lightly: "Fate is determined by God, if you try your best, you will only be disappointed." The abbot shook his head: "The fate of others may be like this, but the fate of the benefactor is outside of reincarnation." "Minzhi was suddenly excited:" Abbot, can you see my fate?You..." The abbot's pewter paused, and the clear voice brought back Minzhi's mind: "Don't worry, donator, although I can't see the direction of the donator's fate, I know that the donator is an optimistic and open-minded person by nature, but now Just got lost for a while.The old monk has a predestined relationship with the benefactor, so if you send a sentence to the benefactor, do everything according to your own wishes, which is to facilitate others. "

Minzhi suddenly realized: Yes, even if I am Guo Luoluo Caixuan, it is Li Minzhi's version, why worry, I live my life, I can live a more nourishing and comfortable life than others, I have advantages Ah, why are you so sad?It's their men's business to worry, isn't it? After figuring it out, Minzhi immediately beamed with joy: "Thank you, Master Abbot, for your suggestion, the little girl is very grateful."

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Ask for collection, ask for recommendation, ask for tiles. . . . .

(End of this chapter)