Be a paranoid boss in Tianwen

Chapter 52 The Buddhist Layout of the World (22)

A few days later, Mother Lu's body was cremated. Nan Xing put some ashes in a small porcelain bottle, handed it to Yan Zhi, and tied the strap of the thin cloak for her:
"Jin Qing will follow you to the Western Regions, take care of yourself on the way."

She was immersed in grief all the time, as if she didn't hear his words, only when she put the small porcelain bottle in her hand, did she react a little.

Next to him, Jin Qing was still wearing the light blue dress, not the one that Mother Lu made for him. He watched Nan Xing help Rouge into the carriage quietly, with such care and gentleness that it was impossible to think of the one who could burn ten people to death with a smile on his face. Multiple personal demons.

"I have already made arrangements for the Western Regions. If you really arrive in the Western Regions, someone will tell you what to do next."

Leaving the carriage and returning to Jin Qing, Nan Xing ordered.

It took her a long time to find someone who looked exactly like Lu's father.

"Are you sure you can give her to me?"

Jin Qing couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Knowing that he is revenge on him, but still handing over his weakness to him, what on earth is he thinking.

Cursing his lips, he smiled, and Nan Xing's eyes fell high, without waves or ripples, unusually calm;
"I handed her over to you, isn't it the best revenge for me?"

You can't meet each other in life, and you can't share the same acupuncture point in death.

Jin Qing stared at him without blinking, and suddenly laughed, like mocking or self-deprecating, after a long while, he stopped laughing, and his eyes were cold and cold:
"I always underestimated you."

Although we cannot meet each other in life, we cannot share the same acupuncture point in death.

But it was his wish that she be safe.

Heh, he thought he had found his weakness, so he was complacent and proud.

But this man caught his only weakness.

"I will take good care of her, so careful that she will even forget you!"

After leaving a sentence that seemed threatening, the carriage finally set off with a clatter of hooves.

Seeing the carriage going away and gradually disappearing from sight, Jiang Long was puzzled:

"Why did you send her away?"

Although attached to the soul of this mortal, Jianglong didn't know what he was thinking from the beginning to the end.

Even, sometimes even if he opens his heart, it's just a bad trick to trick him.

"As the Dragon Subduing Arhat, have you ever seen the Dao of Heaven?"

Nan Xing once again looked up at the sky habitually. The sky was clear, and the crowded clouds disappeared, leaving only the endless blue.

Heaven?

This word is a bit unfamiliar, after thinking for a while, I probably understand it:

"I don't know what is the way of heaven, but everything in the world has its track to be found, and there is also a track to do. If you destroy the track, you will be punished by heaven!"

"Then how about I follow the sky?"

Standing with his hands behind his back, Nan Xing continued to look up at the sky. Today he was wearing the white gown made by Lu's mother, his long hair was tied up with jade buttons, standing there, straight as a rock, and the warm breath around him was covered by a kind of A cold and treacherous alternative.

His eyes seemed to be burning violently, and also seemed to flow a strange river of blood. Under the bright and clear sky, he seemed to be in darkness.

Er Gouzi bit off the chicken leg, feeling a bad premonition.

It has forgotten that no matter how gentle and considerate Nan Xing is, in the real world, he is still a dangerous existence judged as paranoid and anti-social.

【Xing Xing, what are you going to do? 】

Er Gouzi's voice trembled a little, and his hands trembled so much that he could barely hold the chicken legs.

"Follow the way of heaven!"

The voice was very light, just like before, without waves or ripples, but the hostility was stronger than that moment, and even the air around him seemed to become thinner and colder.

Lu's father died of illness, it was the way of heaven running its course.

At that time, she didn't know much about the way of heaven, so she was at a loss what to do. Later, she left mother Lu in Li's residence. She thought that if she survived the bleak autumn, she was against the way of heaven.

Unexpectedly—

The way of heaven that has deviated from the track can still return to the track.

So Mother Lu died.

Lu Yanzhi's spirit also faintly collapsed.

Tiandao is repairing all the people and things affected by her.

Well, since she can't defy the way of heaven, then she will follow the way of heaven and be the one who promotes the way of heaven!

Behind him, the old butler hurried over, seeing that Li Maochun and Li's mother were still there, he stood quietly.

It wasn't until Li Maochun and Li's mother turned back that he took a step forward and spread out his palms, holding two identical small porcelain bottles.

One is empty, the other still contains several pills:

"Young master, this empty medicine bottle was found in Mrs. Lu's yard when she cleaned up her residence, and the other one was picked up by a servant from Jin Qing."

After taking the bottle, Nan Xing poured out the pill and sniffed it lightly, the taste was very familiar.

Huh~
She suddenly laughed.

The way of heaven is indeed returning to its original trajectory.

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It was night, Yan Zhi and Jin Qing left, and the atmosphere suddenly became deserted.

At the dinner table, the three of them were very dull.

"Oh, I didn't feel it in the past, but today I found out that there is one person missing in the family. It's uncomfortable."

Finally, Li Maochun couldn't help sighing.

Although Jin Qing didn't talk much, he would still echo what he said.

Rouge also likes to chat about interesting things she hears.

Now, both of them are gone, and the family has just held a funeral, and the coldness is unbearable, and they don't even have an appetite for food.

"Yeah, I don't know where Jin Qing's child and Yanzhi are."

Mother Li lost her appetite, put down her chopsticks, and looked out of the door sadly:

"Xiuyuan is the same for you. The road to the Western Regions is so long. Why did Jin Qing, a child, take Rouge with him? What should I do if something happens along the way?"

"It has been arranged properly and nothing will happen."

Nan Xing replied in a deep voice.

The guards he personally selected would swear to protect the two of them to the death, if they couldn't protect——

Will kill them with his own hands.

She has arranged everything properly, everything against the sky, everything that goes with the sky, everything is considered exhaustive.

"That's it--Even if Jin Qing is still young, he is still a man. If you ask him to take Rouge to the Western Regions, if people know about it, he might gossip."

Mother Li still didn't quite understand Nan Xing's arrangement.

What's more, Rouge is already a little confused, and her body may not be able to bear it after being exhausted.

"No problem."

But no matter how much incomprehension and dissatisfaction there was, Nan Xing lightly said nothing to stop her.

Li's mother couldn't help staring at him for a while, her eyes were dark and her complexion was very pale, even her biological mother couldn't see through his heart.

Sighing, Mother Li didn't want to think about it anymore.

"In the past, when Rouge didn't get married, the three of us ate it. At that time, we didn't feel deserted. Oh, people, it's easy to be dissatisfied."

Li Maochun also put down his chopsticks and sighed again.

It seems that when people get older, they like to be sad and cherish autumn.

When you see fallen leaves, you think of death.

When I hear the sound of rain, I feel sad and miss.

Smelling a familiar smell reminds me of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake my mother made when I was a child.

It seems that people are aging day by day in the constant recall of memory.

After dinner, Li Maochun went back to his room after finishing some things in the study.

Mother Li is embroidering a small red bellyband, which she made for her future grandson.

(End of this chapter)