Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

Su Qingwu's heart tightened. He hurried forward and held on to Mu Yunyao. "What's wrong with you? ”

Mu Yunyao tried to avoid Su Qingwu, but his eyes hurt so badly when he moved, tears gathered: “Mind your own business! ”

After being pushed, Su Qingwu did not let go. Instead, he pulled down Yunyao's sleeve. In his tone, he had a slight imperceptible urgency: “Don't rub your eyes with your hands. Don't move. Let me blow it for you. ”

Closed his eyes, he couldn't see what was around him. There was a vibrant smell of Su, and Yunyao felt panicked for a moment. He had to remember everything he had experienced in his previous life. His breath suddenly seemed messy: “Don't bother my cousin, Shiqin... Shiqin...”

I don't know if Shiqin is busy helping Su Qing tidy things up. I didn't hear Mu Yunyao shouting.

Su Qingwu frowned. He lifted his hand and gently fixed Yunyao's face. The gentle touch in his hand suddenly deepened his eyes. He calmed his breath and lowered his voice: “Don't move!” After that, the motion gently blew into Mu Yunyao's eyes.

Despite the pain in his eyes, Mu Yunyao directly pushed Su Qingwu aside: “Cousin, please also weigh yourself.” Her eyes were red, and when she opened them forcibly, tears flowed uncontrollably.

Su Qingwu looked at her as she was now, and remembered what she had just said. He had to raise a hint of remorse in his heart: he should not have asked Mu Yunyao in such a straightforward manner. After all, as she said, she had only been in Kyoto for more than 20 days. Apart from the two times she entered the palace, she had not even left the house. She should not have had the opportunity to arrange these. More importantly, the woman who danced in front of the Circuit was almost identical to Yunyao, who had never seen Yunyao dance before.

“I'm just trying to help you.” Su Green frowned and looked at Yunyao Mu with a slight wrinkle.

“Don't bother my cousin.” Mu Yunyao turned to the cabin and was in a very bad mood. She hated Su's family and had no fondness for Su Qingwu.

After busy, Shiqin came out and saw her like this. She hurried forward to hold people, and her voice was full of worry: “Miss, what is wrong with you? ”

“I'm a fan of the wind and sand. Take a look. ”

Shiqin helped Mu Yunyao check it out. After blowing it a few times, she blew out the sand in her eyes: “Is the lady better? ”

Although the eyes are no longer sore, but still red and red with some tears, Yunyao blinked and his breath relaxed: “It's okay, can you arrange it in the cabin? ”

“It's all packed up, miss. Shall we go back for a moment? ”

“Mmm.”

Listening to the conversation between the two servants, Su Qingwu loosened his fist and twisted his fingertips with no expression on his face. It seemed that the touch of Yunyao's cheek was still present on his fingertips. It was as warm as a ball and smooth as coagulated grease. It made his heart tremble beautifully.

For a long time, he bent over and picked up a piece of ginkgo leaf from the ground. There seemed to be emotions in his eyes that were struggling to emerge, but he pressed it down with reason: “If everything in the world is in the same shape and his heart doesn't move, everything doesn't move...”

After reading this sentence in the Buddha's Book, Su Qingwu turned around and left. He only picked up the ginkgo leaf in his hand, but eventually didn't throw it down.

Once settled, kneel for two hours from night onwards.

Jin Lan and Jin Qiao began to help Su Qing and Mu Yunyao prepare early in the morning. When it was time to kneel at night, they took out the stitched and delicate cotton pads and tied them to their legs. The cotton pad is filled with blood circulation medication, filled with cotton, extra soft, and with the futon prepared in advance, kneeling for two hours is too much sin.

In fact, most of the kneeling is about that form. Normally, you don't really have to kneel that long. But the Lady has the heart to torment Su Qing and Mu Yunyao. Naturally, there will be no accommodation. Otherwise, Sister Qi will not be sent to keep an eye on you.

Mu Yunyao looked at Su Yaxian and others with a slight apology in his heart: this time he had involved them. Later, when Su Yaxian was planning to leave the Grand Lady, he could take the opportunity to help, which is to repay today's apology.

In the palace of prayer, the candle fire is bright, the wooden fish is clear and delightful, the sandalwood scent is serene, Mu Yunyao brought his own copy of the Buddha's Scripture to serve on the incense case under the Buddha's throne.

Su Yaxian and others also set aside their own copies of the Buddhist Scriptures, except that they only wrote two volumes together with the twenty volumes of Mu Yunyao, contrasting with the actual strength.

Su Qingwu couldn't help but glance at Mu Yunyao, but found her face as usual, with a slight smile on her lips, as if there was no grudge or resentment.

Su Qingwu represented the Su family to advance the incense, then backed down and knelt down on the futon in front of the ceremony.

Mu Yunyao and others followed the prayer, each kneeling on the futon, calm his heart and wait for the monks to read the scripture prayer.

At one time, the entire hall was quiet, with only wooden fish thumping.

Mu Yunyao looked up at the Buddha above the throne. Her eyes were extraordinarily calm. After a long time, she leaned down to pray to the Buddha, and darkly meditated in her heart: reborn for a lifetime, may her mother live a hundred years.

She has her own arrangements for the way forward, so she can move forward step by step, without having to put hope in Buddha's pity, the only thing that can make her want, that is, the life expectancy of her mother. She hoped that her mother and father would live a hundred years, and if she could truly fulfill this wish, she would be willing to let the two of them reflash the Baohua Temple.

On the other hand, Su Qing, too, saluted the Buddha, but what she prayed for was that Mu Yunyao's life should be safe and smooth, and that she should not experience the suffering of previous generations.

The sound of the mermaid sounded regular. Su Qingwu was thinking of the Buddha scripture. However, instead of praying for blessings, he wanted to calm himself down. He did not want to let Mu Yunyao disturb his mind, let alone get into a dilemma because of her, so he tried over and over again to pull out the seeds that had germinated in his heart.

Not to mention the three Sisters of Su Yaxian, who are just hoping that time will pass quickly.

The prayer palace nominally prayed for the old master of the Su family, but none of them could really remember him.

The first night was very peaceful, although the time was a bit difficult, but under well-prepared circumstances, there was not much sin, just some numbness on the knees.

Two hours later, Mu Yunyao accompanied Su Qing back to the cabin.

Shiqin and Shiqi rushed in with hot water so that they could soak their feet and kneel in the contaminated cold.

After Yunyao's feet were soaked, the whole person was much more comfortable. Just when he returned to the room, he saw a small note on the table in the room. After opening it, it was the handwriting of the King of Qiu, which had only two simple words written on it: by the stream.

Yunyao frowned and burned the note on the candle fire: the king of the clam also came to Baohua Temple?