The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 532

Mrs. Bo gradually calmed down, lying on the bed with her empty eyes open, motionless.

Bo Yuxun tucked in the quilt for her, and said softly, Go to bed early, tomorrow will be a good day.

When he got up to leave, his hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Bo Yuxun turned around to look, and a hand like a withered vine grabbed him.

Big things will happen tomorrow.

Bo Yuxun was stunned, and comforted softly: With me here, nothing will happen. You can sleep peacefully.

A Xun, do you still remember the legend about the Hu family's treasure?

Bo Yuxun said, Isn't it a rumor?

Mrs. Bo shook her head, These days I have been thinking about some things when I was young. I was young and young at that time. Now that I think about it, it was a well-designed trap by others, and I paid a heavy price for it. .”

Bo Yuxun sat down again: Speak slowly.

The sound of the wind outside the window melted into the long night, and this night was difficult to settle down.

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Master Xiao, Jiang Chunlan has made some moves. Ye Jian walked in quickly to report the news.

The eyes of the man sitting on the sofa were suddenly condensed, and he said calmly, Say.

Bo Yujiang drove into Mr. Cheng's son at the intersection of Qishan a few days ago. If Missy didn't show up and save her, the consequences would be disastrous. Her plan to kill two birds with one stone is really vicious.

Ran Tengxiao frowned: Is she from Jiang Chunlan?

Her identity has been found out. She is WT, code-named Sunflower. Thirteen years ago, under Jiang Chunlan's control, she became the long-lost daughter of Mrs. Bo, but in fact, she is just a fake.

Fake? Ran Tengxiao frowned, It turns out that she started the layout so long ago.

This woman is too ambitious, What does she want?

Or, what does she want from the Bo family?

If Bo Yujiang used the identity of Bo Yujiang to take advantage of the Bo family to offend the Cheng family, this chess piece that has been painstakingly planned for decades will be completely exposed, unless she doesn't want to continue playing this game of chess.

Ran Tengxiao thought of Bo Yuxun, his attitude towards Bo Yujiang when he was in Jiangzhou was a bit intriguing, maybe someone forced her to blew herself up.

Ran Tengxiao suddenly felt that there was something he had forgotten, and that thread was floating in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch it.

This sense of powerlessness caused a trace of frustration in his heart.

Master Xiao, this Jiang Chunlan is too vicious, one Yujiang is not enough, here is another Sunflower, she is playing everyone as fools...

Ran Tengxiao raised his head suddenly, his gaze was like a torch: Yu Jiang?

He stood up abruptly, his pupils constricted in shock, I see.

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Zheng Qing caressed the embroidered cheongsam with her fingers, and murmured: It's so beautiful, Cong Yan, you are so amazing.

Cong Yan smiled and said: I designed this dress for Ding Jing. She surprised me when she tried on the dress a few days ago. Just to make it perfect, I made some changes in details, and finally it didn't delay you. things.

Ming Jing was wearing a plain long dress, holding a pot ear, poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table in front of Cong Yan.

Cong Yan glanced at Ming Jing, and asked tentatively, Will Ming Jing wear this cheongsam to an important occasion tomorrow?

Ming Jing looked at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing was a little guilty, and immediately laughed: Yeah, by the way, how are you doing recently?

When mentioning his son, the smile on Cong Yan's face became more gentle: The boy has become more and more naughty recently, so it's better not to make trouble with you.

Cong Yan glanced at the time: It's getting late, I should go back, and I have to attend an elder's birthday banquet tomorrow.

Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows: Old lady Bo?

Cong Yan said in surprise: You know.

Zheng Qing smiled: This is the most lively event in Jingzhou recently. Mrs. Bo is well-versed in both Chinese and Western cultures and has high morals. If you can meet her with your own eyes, you will be lucky.

Will have the opportunity next time.

Zheng Qing sent the man to the door, watched him enter the elevator, smiled and waved: See you tomorrow.

Zheng Qing closed the door, turned her head, and saw the girl sitting on the sofa drinking tea in silence, and threw her arms around her shoulders.

Come with me tomorrow.

The girl's eyelashes drooped slightly, and her complexion was like the finest white jade, with a bit of coldness in the warmth.

Why?

Because I want you to have more firework, more fetters, and a strong backer, so that no one can bully you at will in the future. Zheng Qing said firmly.

I don't believe you can really let go, Ah Yu, those are also your relatives, have you never thought about going back to see them? You have the heart to let a bitch occupy the magpie's nest and destroy the home that belongs to you ?

The girl's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: Jiang Yu is dead.

Zheng Qing grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at herself: Jiang Yu is dead, but you are alive, you are the mirror, and you are also Jiang Yu, don't run away anymore, have you ever wondered why God gave you a second time? life?

Ming Jing raised his head and looked into Zheng Qing's eyes, For atonement.

It's also to make up for it.

Ming Jing frowned and murmured, Make up for it?

You saved Cheng Junze, you see, in the dark, fate has pointed out a clear path for you.

Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, I will wait for you in the garage. You decide your own life.

After saying that, Zheng Qing got up and left.

After walking two steps, she looked sideways and said, I got information that Jiang Chunlan will attack the Bo family tomorrow. If you really decide to sever the relationship, the Bo family and you will be completely strangers from now on.

He left without looking back.

Ming Jing sat for a while, got up and walked to the balcony, the wind was blowing with chills, the sky was like splashed ink, without stars or moon, it was deep and oppressive.

The brain remained awake in the cold, and those dusty memories emerged from the deep sea bit by bit under the stimulation of the cold.

Jiang Yu's body died, but her memory remained in her soul forever.

Those pasts have long been annihilated with time, and nothing in the world is eternal. One day, she will also usher in the end of her life.

At that time, neither Ming Jing nor Jiang Yu will completely disappear from this world.

Some people come to this world and always want to leave something behind. This is the value of human existence.

As far as Ding Jing is concerned, she comes naked and disappears when she leaves. If she can erase all traces of her existence so that no one will remember her existence, that would be the best.

She doesn't need people to remember her, and she doesn't need to highlight the value of being a human being. The karma in the world gathers and disperses, nothing more than internal and external causes. Except for the factors of cause and karma, there is nothing in this world.

That is to say, the law of karma and condition, the self-nature is empty.

Ming Jing spread out his palm, the vertical and horizontal lines are like rice paddies, just like this life.

She looked at the other hand, if she held a knife in her hand at this moment, she would be able to escape by cutting off all the fetters of the two lives.

I don't know when, snowflakes floated in the sky, accompanied by the cold night, brushing the shoulders and brows.

It turns out that I am a layman after all.

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On the twenty-first day of the first lunar month of the Bingwu year, it is suitable for sacrifices and marriages.

Huaiqing opened the door, a snowflake came over his face, and a trace of coolness soaked into the skin, which made the drowsy mind instantly sober.

It's snowing. Huaiqing stepped out of the room, went to the eaves and stretched out her hand.

At four o'clock in the morning, the sky is as dark as thick ink, and snowflakes are falling from the sky, and the light figure is like a dancing elf.

Huaiqing murmured: Xueluo Jingzhewei, don't complain about the cold spring, this winter will be very long this year.

After rubbing his hands, Huaiqing went back to the room and added another cotton coat before preparing for today's banquet.

At five o'clock sharp, the team of chefs invited from Dechang Building entered the kitchen with large boxes and small boxes. Today there are many people, and it is necessary to ensure that no mistakes can be made in any link. Huai Qing must be instructed in every detail. She is like a Spinning tirelessly like a top, everything is arranged in an orderly manner.

At seven o'clock, Huai Qing arranged for someone to watch the scene, while she went to help the old lady get up.

Most people can't do this job, and no one has the patience to serve a blind old woman. Only Huai Qing has been repeating the same job for decades without even complaining.

Old lady, Huaiqing wishes you good luck like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and a life that is not as old as the Nanshan Mountain. Today is a good day for you. Look, even the gods have congratulated you on your birthday. The white head was covered with frost overnight and sent you off. A heavy snow.

The old lady was supported by Huai Qing and sat up from the bed, listening quietly.

When I heard the sound of folding bamboo, it turned out to be the sudden snow at night.

Huai Qing smiled and said, The old lady is indeed a cultural person, it's a beautiful description.

The old lady shook her head, May this heavy snow wash away all the filth.

Huaiqing took a red Tang suit from a shelf on one side, Old lady, let's put the clothes on.

There are exquisite embroidery on the chest of the clothes, the buttons are made of white jade, and the neckline and cuffs are covered with white fluff, which is both festive and elegant. The old lady was a great beauty when she was young. However, the temperament was renewed with the years, and the lively color made the old lady's complexion a little more bloody, adding dignity and kindness.

Huai Qing helped the old lady to sit in front of the dressing table, combing her silver hair with a wooden comb. The old lady never dyed her hair. She accepted the color given to her by the years, and the silver was like the frost and snow sprinkled by the moonlight. , The beauty is outrageous.

Madam, your hair quality is really good. Huai Qing looked at the old man in the mirror, When you were young, you must have been a beautiful woman.

Even when you are old, you are still the most beautiful old man.

Time never defeats a beauty, this saying is true.

It would be even more glorious if those depleted eyes were lit by starlight.

A trace of regret flashed across Huai Qing's heart.

The old lady was startled, and stretched out her hand to stroke the mirror lightly, her gentle movements seemed to be touching the face in her memory.

The beauty is old at the flick of a finger, and the autumn has gone to frost. In the blink of an eye, it has been eighty years.

Life, how many eighty years are there? In this way, she is also content.

Huaiqing coiled up a silver thread skillfully, and the old lady handed her a wooden hairpin.

This is the wooden hairpin worn by the old lady all the year round. The head of the hairpin is carved with magnolia flowers. It is simple and elegant. It was carved by the deceased old man himself.

Huai Qing said with a smile: Madam, you are the birthday star today, so you should dress gracefully.

Hua Luo picked up an exquisite wooden box on the table, opened it, and inside lay a blue jade hairpin, the whole body was green and clear, and the head of the hairpin was carved with auspicious cloud patterns, elegant and dignified.

This is a birthday present from the young master to you. The young master is full of filial piety. Do you know the old lady?

The old lady caressed the jade hairpin, and the smile on her face grew stronger: Okay, I will wear it today.

Huaiqing took the jade hairpin, and gently inserted it into the silver hair bun, the silver and blue colors contrasted beautifully.

After serving the old lady for breakfast, the time came to eight o'clock.

Ji Rouen yawned, and when she opened the door, she shivered coldly: Why is it snowing? Bad luck.

She had foreseen that today's birthday banquet would not be peaceful.

Ji Rouen hummed a little tune, and after washing up, she called Ye Qingxing.

Turning around, I was shocked: You child, why are you walking so silently?

Bo Lianye's eyes were dim: Mom, who are you calling?

Ji Rouen coughed lightly, For your grandma, ask her when she arrives, so I can pick her up at the door.

Really? There are a lot of guests here today, so there must be something that can't be taken care of. It's time for you, the mistress of the house, to show off.

Ji Rouen curled her lips: With that girl Huaiqing here, what can I do, she has taken care of everything.

Mom, have you forgotten that Huaiqing is just a maidservant of the Bo family, and she will never be in the elegant hall.

Ji Rouen also thought about it: Don't worry, your mother knows it well.

Bo Lianye looked at the whiteness in the courtyard, and the Huichun Hall in the distance was being arranged in an orderly manner, her eyebrows slightly frowned: I don't know my sister...

Lotus leaf. Bo Yujian walked out of the study door and waved to her.

Bo Lianye hurried over: Father.

Bo Yujian took a look at her, There should be someone from the Qu family today. Qu Lanting has a daughter who is about seven or eight years old. This young girl likes you the most. For example, the girl from the Song family. Here it is, please treat me well.

Bo Lianye was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised her head to look at Bo Yujian.

Father was reminding her.

She thought of her father's position, adhering to the family tradition of the Bo family, even in his official career, his father has always been low-key, never formed a party for personal gain, and kept a clean slate.

However, Qu Jia... his father had already made a choice.

Bo Yujian raised her hand and patted her shoulder lightly: Lianye, you are a smart boy, you must know what to do. By the way, I remember the third young master of the Qu family, who is about the same age as you. They are both of the same age. They should have There are a lot of common topics, you have to treat this third young master well, and don't lose face to our Bo family.

Bo Lianye's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and she looked up at the man in front of her quietly.

dad…….

Bo Yujian smiled and patted her head: Lianye, dress up well, Dad believes in you.

Then turn around and leave with his hands behind his back.

The wind and snow under the eaves were still there, and Bo Lianye suddenly felt cold all over her body and shivered uncontrollably.