Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 246 Prayer
Fan Jinyao was frustrated again in seeking medical treatment from Dr. Shen and had to find another doctor.

The doctor checked her pulse and said, "My wife is overthinking and needs to relax."

"Am I okay?" Fan Jinyao put one hand on his abdomen and clenched his fist tightly with the other.

The doctor's eyes flashed slightly, "My wife's qi and blood are a little weak, just take a few doses of medicine to regulate her condition."

"Thank you, doctor, please help me prescribe the medicine." Fan Jinyao said eagerly.

The doctor wrote a prescription, but Fan Jinyao had taken several medicines prescribed by doctors in order to get pregnant. When she saw the medicinal materials written on it, she frowned, "I have taken all these medicines, but they are useless."

"Madam, physical conditioning is not something that can be accomplished overnight. It requires patience and time. Everyone's physique is different, and the effect of medicine will also vary from person to person. You have tried many medicines before, but the effect is not obvious. This may be because you The body needs a longer period of conditioning.”

"But..." Fan Jinyao looked anxious, "I'm not young anymore, if not..."

Another concubine in the family is pregnant, but her belly has not moved. Is this really retribution?

No, she must have suffered too much during her exile and her body was injured. As long as she takes good care of herself, she will definitely be able to get pregnant.

"Madam, please don't worry. If you take good care of yourself, you will definitely get what you want," the doctor said.

Fan Jinyao bit the corner of her lower lip, "Get some medicine."

After returning home with five doses of medicine, Fan Jinyao immediately sent his servants to boil the medicine, drank a large bowl of bitter medicine, and only ate half a bowl of rice for lunch.

Taking a nap in the afternoon, Fan Jinyao had constant nightmares. The bloody baby opened its mouth and said something silently. In the blink of an eye, the concubine who had lost the child rushed towards her with a ferocious face.

She woke up screaming, her body was soaked in sweat, even her underwear was soaked, and she sat on the bed, breathing heavily.

From that day on, she couldn't sleep well. In just a few days, she lost a lot of weight.

Restless day and night, I pray to gods and Buddhas.

Fan Jinyao went to Wenxin'an to seek inner peace.

At this moment, Song Huai fainted for no apparent reason, and Princess Rui went to Zhao's house again, begging Song Yuanqu and Zhao Wangshu to go to the nunnery and copy the Peace Sutra for Song Huai.

Song Yuanqu was more than eight months pregnant, and Mrs. Zhao Cui and Mrs. Zhao Li were very worried. She went to Wenxin'an in a carriage every day, but it was difficult to refuse.

If Song and Yuan Qu didn't copy the scriptures, if something happened to Song Huai, Princess Rui would definitely be blamed, and they would feel guilty for the rest of their lives.

"Yue'er, you have to take good care of your sister-in-law." Mrs. Zhao Cui warned.

"Don't worry, grandma, I will guard my sister-in-law every step of the way." Zhao Wangshu said.

Song Yuanqu smiled and said, "Grandma, don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

Mrs. Zhao Cui looked at her, her eyes full of worry: "Qu'er, you are pregnant now, so you have to be careful in everything."

Song Yuanqu nodded and said softly: "Grandma, I know."

Afterwards, Song Yuanqu and Zhao Wangshu got on the carriage and headed to Wenxin Temple.

When I arrived at Wenxin'an, I got off the carriage and looked up to see Fan Jinyao getting off the carriage opposite.

Song Yuanqu took a breath and frowned slightly. She still remembered the quarrel with Fan Jinyao.

Zhao Wangshu saw Fan Jinyao and whispered, "Bad luck."

Although Mrs. Qiao had told her a long time ago that Fan Jinyao was practicing Qing in Wenxin'an, she did not expect such a coincidence to meet her so soon.

Fan Jinyao had a vicious heart. When Zhao Wangshu saw her, he couldn't help but suspect that she did it on purpose when she met them today. Fan Jinyao also saw her sister-in-law and her eyes fell directly on Song Yuanqu's swollen belly, jealousy flashing across her face.

Song Yuanqu felt Fan Jinyao's gaze and turned slightly.

Zhao Wangshu took a step forward, stopped in front of Song Yuanqu, and looked at Fan Jinyao coldly, "Miss Fan, are you feeling uneasy? Did you come to the nunnery to seek relief from the Buddha?"

Fan Jinyao's expression changed slightly, she calmed down, and said with a fake smile: "Jinyao comes here naturally to cultivate his moral character and pray for Buddha's blessing. Aren't they Mrs. Song and Miss Zhao?"

Song Yuanqu gently pulled Zhao Wangshu's sleeve, indicating that she did not need to argue with Fan Jinyao.

Zhao Wangshu didn't want to really anger Fan Jinyao, so he helped Song Yuanqu into Wenxin'an.

After entering the nunnery, Zhao Wangshu and Song Yuanqu went to the Zen room as usual to copy scriptures.

Fan Jinyao went to the main hall, knelt in front of the Bodhisattva, and chanted sutras in a low voice.

However, although she was reciting sutras, her mind was not on the sutras at all.

She hated Song Yuanqu, hated her for taking away her sweetheart, and hated that she was pregnant again now, which further consolidated her position in the Zhao family.

Fan Jinyao pinched her palm hard with her fingertips, trying to wake herself up with the pain. She looked up at the compassionate Bodhisattva, kowtowed deeply three times, and prayed to the Bodhisattva to give her a child.

At this moment, an old nun walked into the hall, looked at Fan Jinyao for a long time, then walked to her and asked softly: "Donor, are there any worries in your heart?"

Fan Jinyao was startled. She did not expect that the nun would see her thoughts. She looked at the nun, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but she said: "No worries."

The nun smiled slightly and said: "Donor, in a pure place of Buddhism, resentment is the most taboo. If you have something on your mind, you might as well tell the poor nun, and the poor nun may be able to give you some advice."

Fan Jinyao did not dare to tell anyone about killing her concubine's newborn child, "Thank you Master for your comfort. I have no distracting thoughts. I just came here to pray to Bodhisattva to give me a child."

"Amitabha, if the donor is pious, the Bodhisattva will definitely bless the donor and give him a child." The nun said with her hands clasped together.

The nun didn't bother her anymore and left.

Outside the temple, Hong Chang, who heard the conversation between the two, ran to the Zen room and reported to Zhao Wangshu, "Miss Fan came to the nunnery to beg for a son."

Zhao Wangshu felt relieved, "Keep watching her and don't let her get close to the eldest mistress."

"This slave girl knows that she has asked Miao Ren in the nunnery to keep an eye on her." Hong Chang said.

Zhao Wangshu nodded slightly and continued to copy scriptures.

Although Song Yuanqu was pregnant, her speed in copying scriptures was not slow at all. Her handwriting is neat and every stroke is full of piety.

The maid looked on, giving her water from time to time, or gently massaging her shoulders and neck to relieve her fatigue.

Suddenly, Song Yuanqu stopped writing, her face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Young mistress." The maid supported her, looking nervous.

Seeing this, Zhao Wangshu put down the brush in his hand and said, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Song Yuanqu took a deep breath, tried to calm down his emotions, and said, "It's okay, maybe I'm a little dizzy after sitting for a long time."

"Sister-in-law, don't be too tired. We have to copy slowly. There is no rush." ​​Zhao Wangshu helped Song Yuanqu lie down on the couch.

"I'll take a break before copying again." Song Yuanqu said, gently touching his belly.

Zhao Wangshu took the thin blanket handed by the maid, covered her body, watched her close her eyes, and then continued to copy the scriptures.