Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 78 Life of prospective parents (2)

“No. Why bother people in the middle of the night? But it's just noodles. Husband's okay.” He pushed me back, knocking on my head, "You wait and don't follow me. ”

“Well, you remember to put the water in first, not too much. Put the noodles in after the water is turned on. Don't cook too long or it will rot. Also, the noodles are in the first box drawer in the kitchen cabinet. One face is enough.” I shouted at him for opening the door, and I gave him a detailed order, "And a quarter of a spoon of salt would do. ”

“Got it.” He smiled gently and shook his head helplessly. If he was familiar with modern vocabulary, he would definitely say "Tang Monk”.

Actually, I'm not very comfortable. I want to go to the kitchen to help him, but he'll definitely drive me back to rest. He sat in bed and waited. His stomach was grunting for a long time. He woke me gently until I forgot to eat and slip down Zhou Gong's head.

He handed me the chopsticks with a bowl of hot air. I didn't catch him, watching him laugh. His nose and face were dark, his eyes were a little swollen, his eyelashes were glued with charcoal ash, and his clean, unruly appearance added a bit of funnyness. I wiped his face with my sleeves, and there was a scene in his head with his hands and feet blowing firewood. It was hilarious and touching.

He blushed, clamping his face with chopsticks and sending it to my mouth: "Eat it while it's hot. ”

I took a bite with a smile. He stared at me, a little nervous: "How about that? ”

Light and tasteless, except for the white water boiled, not even the onion blossoms. I took another big bite, looked up at him and felt satisfied: “It's better than the noodles I ate on my birthday. ”

He shouted and said embarrassingly: “This is the third pot... the first pot is boiled down, the second pot is too salty, the third pot can finally be imported. ”

I took the bowl and ate it in a big mouthful. It's the first time in his life he's cooked. How can it be wasted? He wiped my mouth and whispered, “Don't eat so fast. You don't have to comfort me. This side can barely be accessed, and that's all you'll have tonight. In the future, learn to cook for your husband and make good food for you and your children. ”

I opened my mouth and looked at him with amazement, and this guy who never stepped into the kitchen was willing to learn how to cook? "Eat it, it hurts when it's cold. ”

I ate and peeked at him. Under the oil lamp, he concentrated, and his focused look made my heart slip past the warm currents, ironing my body. At this moment, he's just a man with a wife and child, and it's up to me and my baby. After eating that bowl of noodles, I drank the soup and laid him down satisfied. Leaning in his arms, sighing softly, baby, how lucky you are to have such a good father...

Duan Ye heard that I was pregnant and came to visit at the end of May. I asked him to talk to Yao Yao Xian about the Book. Duan Ye told us that Lu Guang refused, on the grounds that Rosh was cunning, afraid that he would go to Chang 'an to benefit Lu's cold country.

Alas, Lu Guang refused unexpectedly. Rosh doesn't care, but I'm still a little sad. After all, 16 years of waiting, how long can life wait?

The Great Buddha Temple, prepared by Rosh, is ready for construction. He's been busy these days asking artisans, proofreading drawings, reviewing expenses, and keeping me in mind. To reassure him, I raised the baby at home.

At the beginning of June, the weather began to heat up and sneak up in the summer. Unlike the boring heat in Gangnam, the summer in the northwest has cool winds sooner or later, making it comfortable. Her stomach was slightly convex, but she looked smaller than a normal pregnant woman for five months. Rosh got sad and forced me to eat all kinds of supplements every day. When the apricots matured, I couldn't get enough of them. I usually didn't dare touch the acid at all, but now I keep my mouth shut every day. Mama Zhang said to me with great certainty that her stomach was small and pointy and that she would be a boy. Ask Rosh if he likes boys and girls, he only laughs and says boys and girls like it.

In mid-June, a group of people suddenly arrived at home, and Lu Shao, who had not seen him for a long time, proudly announced that Ryokyung wanted to worship Buddha and that he would listen to Buddha every day, asking Master Rosh to bring all his family back to the palace immediately.

He didn't allow us to pack too much, and we were almost escorted into the carriage. Rosh looked iron blue, just dead to protect me. His twenty-four Turtles disciples, as well as Mama Zhang, held the dog and stepped into the long-overdue Ryongwang Palace with us.

We were housed in the outermost compound of the palace. It can be seen that the compound has been hastily renovated to look like an unethical temple. Lu Shao is proud to claim that this is the newly renovated Wang Jia Da Temple, presided over by Ryongwang, the western domain name Monk Morosh.

Rosh understands that he is again under house arrest by Lu Guang.

I walked into the house with a basin and saw him standing in front of the window staring down at the stars. We went back to the palace for half a month, and he started being a daily advisor to Lu Guang, and I know he didn't like this disguised detention very much.

A slight sigh and a shout: "Rosh, come wash up. ”

He turned around and picked up the basin immediately: "Didn't I tell you not to do the rough work? What if the tire moves? ”

“There's no such thing as weakness. Besides, it would be nice to exercise properly.” I smiled and handed him the towel.

Looking at him for the past half month, his eyebrows were wrinkled and his heart was sighing: “Lu Guang still doesn't feel comfortable with you. Before he rebelled, he had no time to worry. When the rebels returned, they found you more popular and famous. I'm afraid he'll be upset by then. ”

Help him to remove the monk's coat, then say: "Yao Xiao, please, remind Lu Guang. If he doesn't hold you back any longer, there will be more monarchs who want you to use it for them. So, in the name of please, what is the difference between being respectful and being under house arrest? ”

He wouldn't let me move too hard, he pushed me to the bed. Shaking his head, he said, "Ai Qing, that's not why I'm unhappy. How can I regenerate my anxiety for Lu Guang's behavior if I've known to wait 16 years? ”

Dim your eyes and sigh again as you lift your eyes: "Lu Guangguang forbid me to build the Great Buddha Temple again, saying that the Royal Temple in the palace can be built. ”

In my heart, Gozhen's plan to build the Tianzhuan Hill Cave collapsed. He picked up the washed basin and walked outside, trying to hide the fluctuating emotions: “Tomorrow, let the disciples return the good money to the donors. ”

Watching him go out, the lonely figure was a bit heavy, really hard to bear. Why can't I help him with anything? Suddenly, I suddenly felt a slight movement in my stomach, such as the fish swimming by. I stopped immediately and thought about the nuances. Wait a minute, no response. Must be how much I care. Sigh is getting ready for bed, suddenly again! This time it is true that the baby has moved and he is sending a living message!

“Rosh, the baby just moved, he kicked me.” I yelled. Rosh walked in the door and hurried to my face and leaned over my stomach.

He listened half the time, but he didn't move. I'm a little rushed: "Baby, kick it. Let Dad know you're safe in there. ”

He raised his head and covered his hands on my stomach. He smiled and said: "The baby is too small for me now...”

“It's moving!” I shouted, holding his hand, looking at him with anticipation.

He looked up at me excitedly, his anxiety just swept away and his eyes filled with incredible joy: “Really, it moved! ”

He was happy to put his ear on my stomach again and muttered: "Son, for my father's sake, I hope you will spare your mother, be born safe and grow healthy. If you say yes, move. ”

I'm funny: "It's only been five months since my baby heard what you said. ”

I suddenly felt my stomach overturned, and Rosh and I looked at each other amazingly. Rosh's face rejoiced, thrown away earlier, smiling and glowing: “He's you, my child, the best child in the world, how can you not understand? The baby will move as well as you do, strong and kind. ”

I couldn't help but rejoice and look closely at his crisp eyebrows and portray the child in my heart like this: “I wish the child were like you. Be as intelligent as you are, pick a look, even figure, good and pure mind, and resilient to your ideals..."

“Don't move! ”

It was strange to see Rosh's face change so rapidly that his eyes spilled out of horror and horror. He grabbed my back of the head quickly and lifted my chin with one hand. When a piece of paper was covered in the nose, it was freezing. He still found out...