Wife Hua

Chapter 53
Mrs. Mu Guogong supported her chest with one hand, and supported the luxuriously decorated carriage wall with the other. The gems hanging on the carriage shook and hit each other, and there was a crisp sound.

The crisp and sweet voice covered Mrs. Mu's murmured exclamation, "Something happened, it must have happened!"

"What?" The Lord Jiamin was bending down to pick up the scattered beads.

She remembered very clearly that her mother attached great importance to the string of black prayer beads that was always worn on her wrist. Even on the most solemn occasions, she would rather cover up the prayer beads with her sleeves than take them off.

"Mother, don't worry, all the beads of prayer beads have fallen into the carriage. When we arrive at the temple in a while, I will ask the maid to search carefully. There will never be a single beads missing."

The Lord Jiamin was holding two Buddhist beads that he had picked up. The pitch-black Buddhist beads had a faint glow, like a pair of human eyes.

"Crack." Mrs. Mu Guogong knocked down her daughter's palm severely, and the Buddhist beads rolled down again.

"Mother!" County Mistress Jiamin was startled at first, and then was startled by her mother's distressed appearance.

She didn't care that her wrist would not be red and swollen by her mother's slap, and quickly supported Mrs. Mu Guogong. The cold touch showed that her mother's physical condition was very poor, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Mrs. Mu Guogong stared blankly at her daughter who was close at hand, with a complicated expression and stroked the face of Jiamin county magistrate with her cool fingers, "Hua'er, don't blame mother, don't blame mother, mother has... tried her best gone."

Mistress Jiamin had more doubts in her heart, but a beautiful and heart-warming smile bloomed on her lips, "Mother dotes on me, loves me, treats me very well, how can I blame you?"

After a short pause, she blinked her innocent and pure eyes, and softly comforted her: "Not to mention the parents who suffer from body, skin, skin, and skin. If the daughter hates and complains about the injustice of the mother, it is the daughter's fault. You gave the daughter life, raised and cultivated the daughter. , my daughter will never think that you are eccentric and don't love me just because... because you love my brother more."

When it came to the end, Mu Hua's final voice brought out a hint of coquettishness, "Mother, my daughter will never blame you, after all, she is the daughter you gave birth to. Without your hard work and planning, how could my brother and I be where we are today?"

Although his mother is Duke Mu's official wife, Duke Mu loves his wife, Mrs. Liu, the most.

Mrs. Liu gave birth to the eldest son of Duke Mu.

If it weren't for the elder brother's fighting spirit, where would there be a place for the mother and them in the Duke's Mansion?

She was betrothed to Mu Guogong since she was a child, and finally because of the decline of her mother's family, Liu Shi had to be a concubine.

Mrs. Mu Guogong took a deep breath, her eyes calm and determined, "Hua'er won't blame me, well, I am also for you."

However, her chest was still dull, and there was a faint sharp pain.

"Mother, let's go back first." County Lord Jiamin suggested again: "When you get better, I will accompany you to the temple to stay for a few more days, and I hope that you don't have to rush to burn incense. This year, you often donate to the poor. , took out a large sum of money to reshape the golden body of the Bodhisattva, and the incense of Guangfo Temple gradually flourished because of you, if you are not feeling well today, if you don’t go to the temple, if the Bodhisattva is alive, I won’t blame you.”

Mrs. Mu shook her head and said, "You don't understand, I have to go to Guangfo Temple no matter what..."

See for yourself, what kind of accident happened!
Otherwise, how could she rest assured?

"Call your brother in..." Mrs. Mu Guogong stopped talking, grabbed the county magistrate Jiamin, and changed her words: "Forget it, don't tell your brother, this matter...you must not mention it to anyone."

"My daughter understands."

Lord Jiamin nodded as if he was thinking, and responded obediently.

Naturally, the movement in the carriage cannot be heard outside, but the prince of Mu Guogong who is riding on the BMW horse is no longer as gentle as before interacting with the ladies who threw flower sachets at him, absent-mindedly thinking about the familiar and unfamiliar back, And the way that Jin Yiwei looked at him...was faintly displeased.

Did he offend Jin Yiwei?
With the current status of Duke Mu's mansion and the fact that he is highly valued by the emperor, he is not afraid of Jin Yiwei's stumbling block.

However, being watched by Jin Yiwei is always a trouble, and he has to find a way to solve this problem.

He has been registered as the son of Lord Mu, and he has the world-renowned military exploits to protect his body. His elder brother is no longer his opponent. Just like his mother said, he can't give his elder brother a chance!
After all, my father loves my brother-in-law more!
The carriage drove out of the capital and along the official road, without the ladies and ordinary people standing in the way, the speed of the carriage was very fast.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the carriage arrived at Guangfo Temple in the west of the capital.

In the past, Guangfo Temple was just an ordinary temple in the capital, and the incense was neither good nor bad. Since Mrs. Mu Guogong often paid homage to the Buddha here, and rebuilt the golden body for the Bodhisattva, the incense of Guangfo Temple became much stronger overnight.

More and more people came to worship Buddha and make a wish.

Guangfo Temple was sheltered by the Bodhisattva, and the story of praying for the lottery gradually spread among the nobles and the common people.

In particular, the new abbot of Guangfo Temple is a person with profound Buddhist teachings. Those who have heard him give lectures always have the feeling of enlightenment, and there have been magical scenes of Buddha's light shining all over the place.

What's more, Guangfo Temple is particularly effective in seeking marriage, which makes many girls who are waiting for marriage go to Guangfo Temple to ask for a marriage lottery, to bless themselves with a good husband.

There are also girls from honorable courtiers who beg to be favored by the Bodhisattva, like the princess of Jiamin County, who are valued by the empress dowager and the emperor.

"What did you say? Burned?"

Mrs. Mu Guogong's voice was a little higher, and she looked at the Zhike monk in disbelief, "How could there be a sudden fire? You...you haven't been able to put out the fire?"

The Lord Jiamin supported his mother's wrist, but he didn't dare to say anything at this moment, lowering his eyelids, being submissive and gentle.

"Why don't you send a letter to the Duke's mansion immediately after setting fire to the Buddhist hall? You donkeys don't know... I don't know how important the spiritual seat in the Buddhist hall is to us..."

"Mu Yi!"

Mu Guogong's son slowly tensed his face, regained a little calmness, and looked at Mu Guogong's wife who stopped him, "Mother, I know my mistake."

Mrs. Mu Guogong nodded slightly, and said to the monks who knew the guests: "The grand master of the Buddhist hall is my son's former spiritual tablet. He suddenly heard that the spiritual tablet was burned, and he lost control of his emotions. Back then... that battle was too intense. It’s hard, and it’s too crippled. My son has been born and died several times, and he crawled out of the dead. It’s also because there are too many robes sacrificed, so my son repaired the Buddhist hall and prayed to the eminent monks to use the scriptures to influence the evil spirits in the souls of heroes.”

Suddenly, Mrs. Mu Guogong lost her voice in horror.

A middle-aged man walked out of Guangfo Temple, with a sloppy beard, ragged clothes, slightly drunk eyes, and a sloppy look of being drunk.

"Mother, do you know him?" Sensing his mother's strangeness, the county magistrate Jiamin asked in a low voice, "He is from the Duke's Mansion..."

Mu Shizi rubbed his eyes, paused slightly, lowered his hands, hesitated for a while and said, "Kowtow to my mentor!"

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(End of this chapter)