The Major General's Country Wife

In a remote courtyard, there was no sound, and there was a lonely figure in front of a Buddha statue.

The thin and thin shoulders drooped slightly as if they couldn't bear it, and they knelt down in front of the Buddha in a daze.

It was already late at night, Hong Baozhi didn't want to sleep, thinking about going to the Duke's mansion today, he subconsciously touched his neck.

The bead that he couldn't put it down and regarded as a treasure had disappeared, and the instigator was himself.

Tears fell down "ba da, pa da", Hong Baozhi bit his lip to prevent sobs from coming out, the trembling of heartache made him feel suffocated.

He was reluctant to return the beads, but he thought about others when he saw things, and he thought hard that he couldn't see what he couldn't see, but he didn't expect that regrets and thoughts were about to drown him like a tide.

He couldn't become a monk in this life, and the six impure threads of affection were difficult to break. Hong Baozhi chose this path to let himself give up and cut off the ties of family affection at the same time.

Tears kept dripping, as if the water was about to gush down from the gate, Hong Baozhi tried his best to restrain it, he knew that he was doomed to be alone all his life.

Even if nothing happened, I was still happy like a bird, carefree and secretly happy from time to time, and there would be no result with Zhan Yi.

The only exciting thing is that we can often see each other like friends, pain and happiness.

Even after Zhanyi, there is someone who I hold my hand for a lifetime, I will smile and bless, even if the queen Jingye is heartbroken and hard to breathe.

"Young Master, Young Master." The servant knocked on the door and said, "Madam is here."

Hong Bao was startled, thinking of the words he had heard from his mother, and that he had never seen her since he came back this time.

A few months passed, it was like forgetting each other, no one wanted to see anyone, the former mother was loving and filial, as if they had never been there before.

"Bao'er." A woman's voice said, "Open the door, my mother will come to see you."

"Here we come." Hong Baozhi got up, wiped away his tears, calmly looked like a real practitioner, walked to the door step by step and opened it.

Under the night, faint lanterns surround a woman, dressed in a rich and charming, gentle and beautiful woman like flowers and jade.

"Amitabha." Hong Bao put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

"Nonsense." A look of disgust quickly flashed in Zhao's eyes, "A good young master Jiao, he became a monk as soon as he said he would become a monk. Isn't it enough to make trouble for so long?"

Hong Baozhi didn't speak, and stood silently inside the door.

Seeing that he bowed his head and said nothing, Mrs. Zhao didn't intend to invite her in, so her beautiful long eyebrows frowned slightly, "Stop making trouble, go in and talk."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Hong Baozhi's reaction, she directly stepped forward, and Hong Baozhi had to back away to get out of the way of the door.

"You all wait outside." Mrs. Zhao told her maid.

She stepped into the small ancestral hall, looked around, then found a chair to sit down, saw that Hong Baozhi was still standing at the door, and said: "Come and sit, I have something to tell you."

Hong Baozhi raised his legs indifferently, and sat down opposite Mrs. Zhao.

The once intimate mother and child are now like strangers, with only the address in their mouths, which shows that there is a blood relationship between the two that is constantly being cut and messed up.

"You're not young anymore." Zhao Shi said: "If you make a fuss about becoming a monk for a trivial matter, have you ever thought about our family members and the reputation of the Hong Mansion? This is not a joke."

When Zhao said this, she watched Hong Baozhi observe his reaction, but the person sitting across from her was not like her flesh and blood, which was completely different from the usual closeness.

She frowned unconsciously again, feeling a sense of irritability in her heart, she had already done enough drama, no matter how coddled she was, she couldn't achieve her goal, so there was no need to continue.

It's been several months, and Mrs. Zhao hasn't seen Hong Baozhi again, and today she doesn't hold hands affectionately like usual, and calls out "Bao'er" with eyes full of love and affection.

"Cough." Mrs. Zhao couldn't bear the silence, she came here late at night to let Hong Baozhi act according to her own arrangement.

As long as he nods his head in agreement, no one can stop him, he can get rid of this evil, and remove the trouble forever.

"Put your hair up." Zhao Shi said, "Stop being childish, you'll be 15 years old after the new year, you should know something to think about for your family, and don't make things difficult for your grandfather."

"I've arranged a marriage for you," said Zhao.

Hong Baozhi raised his head fiercely, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, he looked at Mrs. Zhao in horror, wondering what her plan was, didn't she harm other girls?

"You have a special body, so you can't let outsiders know about it." Zhao Shi said: "Of course it's impossible to marry, you can only marry. Mother has already discussed with your grandmother to let your second cousin marry you as a wife."

"This will not delay his having a son-in-law, and you don't need to consummate the house. If you want to be a young master, you can raise him like this, or you can continue to chant scriptures and worship Buddha, it's up to you."

"It's just that the Hong family can't. How could such a thing happen to the Qingzheng family? Do you want people to laugh at our Hong family and get poked in the back every day?"

"Aren't the grandparents afraid?" the silent Hong Baozhi suddenly said.

Mrs. Zhao was startled, and then said: "Naturally, I'm not afraid, even if someone mentions it, it's just a couple who don't get along, who can get to the bottom of it, your grandfather's family is not a family where anyone can gossip as much as they want. "

"Okay." Mrs. Zhao said impatiently: "You can just get married and don't worry about other things. We will arrange everything."

"Father and grandfather also agree?" Hong Baozhi asked.

"They all think it's a good idea." Resentment flashed across Mrs. Zhao's face, and she said vaguely: "The new emperor has just ascended the throne, and there are many things in the court, so don't bother them if you have nothing to do."

As she spoke, she got up and said as she walked out: "It was said to the public that you were frightened, so you shaved your hair and chanted scriptures in the Buddhist hall to get rid of bad luck. Don't bring up family matters in the future."

Hong Baozhi looked at Zhao's back, and the last trace of family affection in his heart was cut off, like a broken string, which cut him bloody and heartbroken.

There was bitterness in the corner of his mouth, bitterness in mouth, bitterness in heart, bitterness in emotion, there was no hope left, Hong Baozhi opened his mouth and panted heavily, his whole body was limp and weak.

In the dark place, a pair of clear and cold eyes full of frost gradually filled with pity and love, staring at Hong Baozhi tightly.

Hong Baozhi touched his chest, feeling the pain there, tears like beads, slowly slipping down one by one, muttering: "I can't stay here."

He got up slowly, packed a few newly made monk robes, packed the things he wanted to bring into a package and carried it on his back, preparing to leave overnight.

Before he reached the door, the sound of a wooden fish suddenly came from behind him, Hong Baozhi turned around quickly, "Ah!" He took a few steps back and leaned his back on the door leaf.

The tall and straight figure stood quietly in front of the Buddha, knocking on the wooden fish in his hand, but looked at himself with a calm expression.

Zhan Yi looked at the panic-stricken man with wide-eyed eyes, put down the wooden fish in his hand, and walked over slowly, "I never take back what I send."

He took out the small wooden box in his arms and handed it to Hong Baozhi, seeing that his mouth was still wide open, and his stupid eyes were looking at him without blinking.

Sighing in my heart, I don't know when this little guy will live in my heart, every move will affect me, even if I don't see him cruelly, I won't forget it for a day.

He lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down on one knee, "If you don't feel serious, is this okay?"

"You, you, you?" Hong Baozhi raised his hands in surprise, refusing to accept the small box, and leaned against the door tightly to retreat, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to give you a gift, a gift of a lifetime." Zhan Yi said, a smile slowly appeared on his face, "I'm just a martial artist, I don't know what to say, as long as you don't dislike it, I will give you a gift of a lifetime."

Hong Baozhi's eyes dodged, his heart beat faster, he felt that if he didn't calm down a bit, the heart in his chest would fly out by itself.

"Zhan Yi, 27 years old, no relatives and no reason." Zhan Yidao: "You are my only relative, everything about me, including myself, as long as you nod, it will belong to you in the future."

"I, I, I can't." Hong Baozhi suddenly burst into tears, "I can't do it, I can't do it."

At this moment, despair and joy were intertwined, causing Hong Baozhi to completely collapse. What he didn't dare to hope for, but now he couldn't grasp it right in front of his eyes.

"Don't cry." Zhan Yi hugged him distressedly, "You are the best, in my eyes and in my heart, other people don't need to pay attention."

"Hehe." He suddenly laughed out loud, stroked Hong Bao's back, and comforted him: "Don't let others discover your goodness. If someone argues with me, I will go crazy and kill him."

"Uh." Hong Baozhi hiccupped in fright, stopped crying all of a sudden, raised his head from Zhan Yi's arms, and looked over with tears in his eyes.

"Really." Zhan Yi chuckled, the tenderness in his eyes no longer concealed, "If you don't have me in your heart, I can bear it, if you do, no one can take you away."

"Don't think so much." Zhan Yidao: "I know everything about you, but I'm a warrior, we belong to two kinds of people, don't touch if you don't want to be sad."

"Since you don't mind or dislike it." Zhan Yi said with a smile: "Why should I hide? Every time you come to the door, I will quietly hide aside and look at you if I can't see enough."

"Every time you leave, I can't help but beat them up, saying that if they don't see you, they can't make their own way, bring you in, and give me a chance to meet you face to face."

"You, how could you do this?" Hong Baozhi's face turned red, and only then did he know why those people always looked trembling every time he went to find Zhan Yi.

"I'm very bad, right?" Zhan Yi said with a smile: "You can't blame me, they won't say good things, they won't cheer you up before leaving, every time you leave with your head down, how can I not be angry. "

"It's not their fault." Hong Baozhi bowed his head in embarrassment, the smile on his lips could not be suppressed no matter what.

He sighed in his heart: enough, that's all!

Seeing him smiling, Zhan Yi heaved a sigh of relief, and finally coaxed him back, but then his eyes were full of distress, and Hong Baozhi never promised himself.

"Bao'er." Zhan Yi was cheeky, suppressing his sense of shame expressionlessly, "I heard what your mother said just now, are you willing to marry me?"

"I." Hong Baozhi raised his head fiercely, his eyes couldn't hide the panic, he wanted to refuse but was reluctant, his lips twitched a few times and he couldn't speak.

"Your body is special. I have seen many of them." Zhan Yi said calmly, "If you don't believe me, I will take you to meet them in the future. They live a very good life."

"You, how do you know?" Hong Baozhi was terrified, struggling violently, trying to get out of Zhan Yi's embrace.

"Because, I have seen it." Zhan Yi hugged him tightly, not letting Hong Baozhi leave, and said calmly: "I found you first, I checked your body in case you were injured, and didn't feel anything, you are still you , you are still in my heart.”

"Zhan Yi, Zhan Yi." Hong Baozhi paused, and looked at him incredulously, "You, are you really not afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Zhan Yi seemed to think about it, and then he looked into Hong Baozhi's eyes and said seriously: "I'm a little afraid, I'm afraid you are so good, we will not have a chance."