Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 77 Best Birthday Gifts (1)

I try to keep my time out and bring dogs at home. Even buying groceries every day, let Rosh's disciples go. But Rosh is busy building a monastery with his disciples and his family. As a treasurer, I can't stay home all the time. So, after more than a dozen days of boredom, I finally couldn't help it. I picked up the alley and walked, but I still didn't expect it. I turned around and saw Monson with a gloomy face. He must have sent someone outside my house day and night to watch, otherwise how could he have kept the rabbit for more than a dozen days?

As soon as you see him, hold your step. Unconsciously running back, but realizing the uselessness of doing so after turning around. Sighing heavily, he gave up running away and turned back to face him.

“That's smart. That's how I like practical women.” He looked up and laughed, slowly walking to me, revealing in his eyes a look of caution that had never existed before. “You should know what the master wants to ask: how did you keep me awake for a day? ”

As he approached me, his stomach ached again, pounding straight down his throat. His disgust has reached such a point! Every time I think of him in the last 10 days, I want to throw up. I took a few deep breaths and held back.

“The concubine is a married woman. The small general disciplines the concubine despite her own wishes, forcibly persecuting her, and the Buddha is unbearable. ”

“Ha ha, you mean, you have the power?” He grinned and circled around me, his eyes were thicker, "Ai Qing, do you think I'd be scared to say that? Isn't that better? Can you help me win more hearts and minds with the Buddha's protection and propaganda? ”

“Monson, you have no heart for me, and I have no heart for you. Just because I know a book, you're forcibly marrying me. Isn't that funny?” It's so depressing. This book sold everywhere in the 21st century.

It was so annoying to him, it was just another nausea, and his voice couldn't help but be much higher: "I have assured you that I will never say a word in this book to a second person again. What more do you want from me? ”

“Axel, I want you, not just because of this strange book.” He came closer to me and his eyes sparkled, "the book says, naturally appalling and disobedient. But the emperor did it, but never said it, said it, and never had to do it. These are not strangers, but true emperors. ”

I looked up at him so hard, and Monson really wasn't easy to analyze so deeply. Like the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, the Confucianism, it will never mark its own actual practitioner's technique. Machiavelli was scolded for insidiousness and cunning. In fact, his unethical political science was not abetting, but exposing. If he could meet a monarch like Monson, he would not end his life miserably in poverty.

I was thinking, forced by his tall body, I had to go back again. “And, Irene, you know, I'm afraid there's more to this book than that? ”

I'm irrevocable, back on the corner. He leaned down in my ear and whispered: “The longer I spend with you, the more astonished, the more scared. You see wisdom, I've never seen it in other women. How threatening would it be if other men found out you were capable of this? You already know so much about me that I hide the blade from myself, so do the wandering, wait for the timing. How can these efforts be ruined in your hands? ”

He raised his head and spoke colder, slowly saying word for word: "Only husband and wife are the best allies. If you don't marry me, you're my enemy. ”

The spring breeze at the beginning of April brought goose bumps all over me. He pinched my chin and hurted me so hard. As the eagle's deep eyes tightened, the shooting was... killing...

The voice fell into my ear, cold as ice: "Do you think Monson would put a man in the world who could ruin my future at any moment? ”

“You...” My hand is holding the anesthesia gun in my sleeve, but I can't take it out. Thought of countless possibilities, but didn't expect him to start killing. Back against the wall, sweating, struggling to ask, "Are you going to kill me? ”

“Though it is desperate. However, since you and I can't be allies, this is the only way to go..."

He rubbed his fingers on my face, his rough cocoon slightly tied his skin, the kind of cold, smooth, trembling nausea like a snake sliding through. This was the last grass on the camel's back. I couldn't help it. I didn't know where the strength came from. I pushed him away and immediately bent over and vomited.

I don't eat much these days because of my thoughts. So I didn't throw up much. But this vomiting really hurt me, and when I was done, I couldn't help but lean against the wall and gasp and wipe my mouth out the pad. Seeing him frowning, he asked disgustingly: "Are you too timid or are you so disgusted with me? ”

I closed my eyes and didn't want to answer. I laughed in my heart a few times, it was the first time someone threatened to kill me. And this man's threats, to my knowledge of him, are not just words. It's my own fault, I shouldn't have messed with this wolf...

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me with his hands on my lips: "Ai Qing, why is my nose bleeding? ”

I stayed, my brain blank instantly, staring at the blood on his fingers. Insensitive, feeling his head raised. I relieved him of his hands and gazed at his intricate eyes. Cover your nose and feel the blood continue to pour out. After a while, I took the pad off and saw the bloodstream bloom into a small, demonic flower, a stark reminder of a fact that I could no longer ignore.

“Monson, you don't have to kill me yourself.” The corners of his mouth pull out a bitter smile of acidity, despair and grief, and he doesn't even have the strength to speak.

“I haven't had a few months... and I'll be a hundred by then. Rest assured, no one in the world knows your true intentions. ”

“Ai Qing...” He shouted, hands on my shoulder, the gloom faded in his eyes and turned into an unbelievable god. You want to say something, but you don't say it with your mouth open.

“Please, don't let the magician know...” Sorrow comes from it, the nose is sore. Shot his hand open, shook his head and said in a weak voice, "I'm tired, I'm going home. ”

I stopped ignoring Monson and walked home myself. He followed me a few steps and finally stopped in my disgusting eyes, leaving me alone. Instead of walking, it floats. I've never felt my body float so lightly. Floating into the room, even down the street to forget everything. I sat there until Rosh pushed the door in and I woke up suddenly and wiped my face. That's when I noticed it was dark and I forgot to cook dinner.

Since escaping from famine, in order to get everyone back to health as soon as possible, and because of the physical effort involved in raising money for one family each day, Rosh has led the way in giving people dinner and the no-noon rule has been temporarily broken. So I cook for them every day.

I apologized to Rosh and rushed to the kitchen. Roshla grabbed me when I stepped out of the door: "Ai Qing, look at you. You've been looking really bad lately, aren't you tired? ”

He pulled me back to bed, semi-compulsive me to lie down: "You don't have to make dinner, get some sleep. I let Panyattaro and Mama Zhang do it. ”

He went out and told me to come back later. Light the oil lamp and lift it to the front of the bed: "Here, I'll give you a pulse. ”

“No!” I shouted, shrinking my hand into a quilt. I suddenly realized that I had lost my temper and was rushing to cover it up, "No, I'm fine. I'm just too tired to sleep. ”

“You're still so scared of seeing a doctor.” He sat by the bed, holding my hand, looking softly at me, "he said," I'll call you after dinner for my husband. ”

“Mmm.” I grabbed his warm hand and felt a little relieved. I'm really tired of worrying about Monson these days...

When I woke up, I saw Rosh still around me, but my eyebrows were wrinkled. Then he found his finger on his wrist. I broke his hand and shouted, "Rosh, what are you doing? ”

“Ai Qing, have you had any physical abnormalities lately?” He looked up at me and frowned, “Why didn't you tell me? ”

My heart was cold and I felt like I was dripping through the ice water. I tried everything I could to hide it, but I let him see it!

“Alas, it's all Rosh's fault. What should have been seen long ago was that famine and the building of monasteries took up too much thought and not too much attention.” He stared at me carefully, his face was a little red, and he asked softly, "Ai Qing, is Moonshine here? ”