Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law

The courtyard at night is picturesque, with stars twinkling on the deep sky and bright moonlight shining down, creating a quiet and mysterious beauty.

Unfortunately, the unpleasant sound of the pipa, like slaughtering a pig, destroyed the beauty of the night.

In the quaint wing room, Yang Qingqing was lying flat on the ground, with a carpet on the ground. She supported her upper body with her elbows, and the pipa was lying flat beside her. She was reading a book while plucking the strings of the pipa next to her.

There was no rhythm, let alone melody, it was just random plucking.

She was wearing a dark blue ethnic costume from Shufu, with a very short skirt. From the back, you can see that her body curves are very graceful and beautiful, her posture is graceful and slender, and her white calves swing back from time to time, and you can see that the whole person is very leisurely.

The white tiger Dabai lazily perched in the tiger den that Yang Qingqing had specially prepared for it, about ten feet away. Maybe it was really tired, with its head drooping and its eyes half-closed, when the harsh sound of the pipa woke it up again.

Dabai opened its mouth slightly and let out a low roar, but soon it noticed the death gaze of its owner, who was still swinging a pillow in front of it, pretending that if it roared again, he would throw the pillow at it.

Dabai had no choice but to lower his head in grievance and let it hang on the ground.

But at this moment, its ears stood up and smelled the scent of a "stranger". It suddenly stood up, but did not stand up completely. Instead, it lay low, grinning, and roared towards the outside of the house.

Tigers have a strong sense of territory and a particularly sensitive sense of smell. Dabai regarded this courtyard as its own territory. As long as outsiders came in, it would immediately roar to drive them away.

At the same time, Yang Qingqing also heard footsteps outside the house. With her perception as a mid-level warrior, she could tell from the footsteps that it was a man's footsteps.

She lived in the backyard of the palace. In this backyard, except for those boys, only one man could come in.

That was the owner of the palace.

"He's coming"

Yang Qingqing looked inexplicably flustered and stood up quickly.

To be honest, she was "disturbing people" at night and her behavior was quite annoying, but she was still afraid of Chen Mo in her heart, even though the two had not met formally.

But a person's reputation is like a tree's shadow.

Chen Mo was a ruthless man who drove away foreign enemies and pacified the rebels. It was difficult to count the number of people who died in his hands. He was not a weak scholar.

Of course, she was afraid, but she also believed that with her father around, Chen Mo would not dare to do anything to her, at most he would beat and scold her.

She was not unable to bear these.

Thinking of this, she decided to act more arrogant and rude later.

Chen Mo didn't knock on the door, but pushed it open directly. Then he heard a cold shout: "Who?"

Before he could speak, the voice rang again: "Are you the King of Wei? With your status, are you so ignorant of etiquette? You didn't even knock before entering?"

"Roar!" Dabai also roared at Chen Mo, and then slowly approached Chen Mo. This was the normal reaction of a wild beast looking at its prey.

"Pa!"

But in response to Yang Qingqing, there was only a loud slap. The next moment, the white tiger Dabai was blown away by an invisible force and hit the wall hard. After landing, it made a low hum and looked at Chen Mo with fear in its eyes. It didn't dare to move forward.

This time, it was directly obedient.

"A beast is a beast. It doesn't know how to shake its head when it sees its master, but instead shouts at the master. It deserves to be beaten." Chen Mo's expression was cold, but his sharp eyes were coldly glaring at Yang Qingqing.

In name, Yang Qingqing is Chen Mo's concubine. Naturally, everything about her belongs to Chen Mo, including her pet.

"You" Yang Qingqing glared at Chen Mo, but she was panicking in her heart. She didn't even see how the other party made a move.

Chen Mo walked past Yang Qingqing, came to the desk and sat down, and said: "This is my territory. You are my concubine. Do I need to knock on the door when I come to you?"

Chen Mo glanced at Yang Qingqing lightly, and directly crushed the other party from the aura.

Yang Qingqing didn't expect Chen Mo to be so rude as soon as he came in, and belittled her so much, just when she was organizing her words to fight back.

Chen Mo continued, "Talk about etiquette to me, okay, I will talk to you. From the moment you first stepped into the gate of the palace, you were my woman. As a concubine, you had to greet the mistress when you first entered the door, but after such a long time, have you ever greeted her once?

When I came back, did you come out to greet me? Is this the etiquette you are talking about? Hmm?"

Chen Mo stared at Yang Qingqing with deep eyes.

As the daughter of a big family, Yang Qingqing is good-looking. Her clothes are colorful, mainly made of navy blue fabric, embroidered with exquisite patterns, full of ethnic characteristics of Shufu. She has a high nose bridge and a graceful figure. The skin exposed outside is white and delicate, and there is a wildness in her body.

Yang Qingqing couldn't refute anything that was said. After all, what Chen Mo said was true. She could only grit her teeth and say, "It's late at night. King Wei wants to see me?"

"You also know it's late at night, so why are you still disturbing people at this time?" Chen Mo said.

"I was practicing the pipa and forgot the time. I apologize to King Wei here." Yang Qingqing naturally had a way to deal with it. She bowed to Chen Mo and apologized.

"You don't need to apologize. Lord Yang has made great contributions to the court. For his sake, I won't bother with you."

Hearing this, Yang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a trace of pride rose in her heart. This man still had some concerns about his father.

But the next words of the young man made Yang Qingqing feel like she had fallen into an ice cave.

"As the saying goes, a forced melon is not sweet. I see that what you have done these days is obviously dissatisfied with me and this marriage. Well, my small Wei Palace can't accommodate a big Buddha like you."

As he said, Chen Mo picked up the paper and pen on the desk and wrote eloquently. In the end, before the ink was dry, he threw the finished paper to Yang Qingqing and said, "Go back to where you came from."

Yang Qingqing picked up the paper on the ground and looked at it. She was stunned on the spot and said in shock: "You want to divorce me?"

The wife has a high status and is the mistress of the family. If someone wants to divorce her, it will be very troublesome. If the wife is divorced without making any mistakes, the person who divorces her will be opposed and spurned by everyone, and even the government will not support it.

But it was different for concubines. Divorce was very casual.

The ancients said, "If the woman is good, keep her; if she is bad, condemn her; it doesn't matter."

The concubine's stay or departure depended on the husband's preference. If the husband liked her, she would be allowed to live; if she disliked her, she would be discarded or given away at will. She was not treated as a person at all, but more like an object, without human rights.

Yang Qingqing naturally understood this, so she was completely stunned by such treatment.

He dared to divorce her?

You know, this not only damaged her own reputation, but also slapped her father Yang Xian in the face. After all, her daughter was divorced by others. If it was spread out, how could the father save his face?

Did he not care about his father at all?

The most important thing was that she couldn't imagine how angry her father would be if she returned to Shufu with the divorce letter, and her reputation would be completely ruined.

She only wanted to be sent to the "cold palace", but didn't want to be driven out of the palace.

In the former, she was still a concubine in the palace, but in the latter, she was completely unwanted.

"It's not me who wants to divorce you, it's you who did it. Since you don't plan to live a good life, why should I keep you?" Chen Mo was already somewhat dissatisfied with what Yang Xian did, but he was his father-in-law after all. If this relationship was gone, he would not have to worry about it.

"You can't divorce me, how can you, how can you, how dare you divorce me" Yang Qingqing's eyes widened, her face was pale, her mouth slightly opened, her lips trembling, obviously frightened by the divorce letter.

"I am the King of Wei of the Song Dynasty. To put it bluntly, I have great power in the court. Guess why your father married you to me? He begged me. Divorcing you is just a matter of a word. Why not?"

With that, Chen Mo stood up and said, "Pack up your things tonight. I'll send you back to Shufu tomorrow morning."

After that, Chen Mo walked out of the house.

But before he could walk a few steps, Yang Qingqing opened her arms and blocked him in front of him. She was sweating on her forehead and said, "You can't leave."

"This is my territory. I can come and go freely. How can I not leave?" Chen Mo said coldly.

"Take back the divorce letter and I will let you go." In order to prevent Chen Mo from leaving, Yang Qingqing grabbed Chen Mo's sleeve and said anxiously.

"Since you are not satisfied with this marriage and don't plan to live a good life, then I will divorce you, isn't it just what you want?" Chen Mo stared into Yang Qingqing's eyes and said coldly.

"No, I didn't." Yang Qingqing was so anxious that she cried at this moment.

Chen Mo: "???"

"I was wrong, don't divorce me." Yang Qingqing said, her face was panicked.

In the final analysis, Yang Qingqing was a spoiled young lady. Whenever she encountered something that made her unhappy, she would make a fuss.

But when it really came to the real thing, she was afraid and would give in.

When in Shufu, Yang Qingqing was unwilling to marry Chen Mo and even made a scene in front of Yang Xian. But after Yang Xian made up his mind, she still had to come to Linzhou.

If she was really tough, she would have threatened to die.

And now it is the same. Seeing that Chen Mo really wanted to divorce her, Yang Qingqing was afraid.

Chen Mo stared at the panicked girl and sneered: "You are not wrong, you are afraid. You can't bear the consequences of being divorced. Besides, I don't see a trace of expression on your face that I am really wrong."

After saying that, Chen Mo flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

"No."

Yang Qingqing hugged Chen Mo from behind, then knelt down with a plop, grabbed Chen Mo's robe, and said: "Prince, I am really wrong. Don't divorce me. I will never play the pipa at night again."

Yang Qingqing's eyes were red and she cried directly.

Chen Mo turned around and looked at Yang Qingqing who was kneeling in front of him. His tone softened a little: "Do you really know you are wrong?"

Although he was dissatisfied with Yang Xian, he didn't want to fall out with Yang Xian in the current situation.

After all, Yang Xian also contributed to him. If it was spread that he divorced Yang Xian's daughter, it would have some impact on his reputation.

"Yeah." Yang Qingqing nodded.

"It's useless to just say it. You have to prove it to me." Chen Mo said.

"How to prove it?" Yang Qingqing was stunned, and then said: "I will go to pay my respects to the princess at dawn tomorrow. No, I will go now. And I will smash the pipa later."

"Come here." Chen Mo grabbed Yang Qingqing's arm, pulled her up, and pulled her towards the bed.

After reaching the bed, Chen Mo let go of her and said: "Come here, help me take off my clothes."

Yang Qingqing was stunned, and then her pale face turned red, but she did not move.

Chen Mo said: "Why are you standing there? Don't you want to prove it to me?"

Yang Qingqing bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and helped Chen Mo take off his clothes like a maid.

Chen Mo took off his shoes and lay on the bed, with his hands on the back of his head, and said lightly: "Come up."

Yang Qingqing's jade face changed suddenly when she heard the words, and her delicate body trembled slightly, but she still took off her embroidered shoes and climbed onto the bed slowly.

At this time, she found that Dabai's tiger eyes were sweeping towards the bed, and said in a clear voice: "Dabai, get out."

Dabai was afraid of Chen Mo at this time. Hearing the voice of his master, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly opened the door and left the room, and closed the door again sensibly.

Yang Qingqing sat on the bed nervously, still some distance away from Chen Mo, and said in a trembling voice: "Then what?"

"Take off the armor." Chen Mo glanced at her and said.

Yang Qingqing: “???”

After knowing from Chen Mo’s eyes that removing armor meant taking off clothes, Yang Qingqing hesitated again and again, but still took off her clothes.

Soon, the national costume was taken off, revealing the underwear inside.

“Take it off again.” Chen Mo said.

Hearing this, Yang Qingqing’s face became redder, and she took off her underwear again with her heart prepared.

“Take it off again, take it off again.” Chen Mo found that she still had a few small clothes like rags inside, covering the most critical parts of her body.

Yang Qingqing held back tears, tears swirling in her eyes, turned her head away, took off the last armor, and covered it with her hands.

“Okay, sit on it.” Chen Mo said.

…

I don’t know how long it took, Dabai, who was guarding outside, only knew that the crying of his master had never stopped since he came out.

The night was also deep, and the moon could not be seen.

In the room, Yang Qingqing was already limp as mud. With the candlelight in the room, the snow was already red like clouds.

Yang Qingqing buried her head in the quilt, not looking at Chen Mo at all, her heart was in a mess.

At this time, her shoulders were hugged, and her whole body leaned into Chen Mo's arms. She subconsciously said: "Prince, I... I... can't do it anymore."

How can an inexperienced girl be the opponent of Chen Mo, who has experienced many battles.

Chen Mo stroked her hair and whispered: "You proved it just now. I will not divorce you after I go to pay my respects to Mi'er tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Yang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.