90 days of spring are passing by

Chapter 19: Unfolded new lotus

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On the third day, she sat up and looked in the mirror and imitated the smile of the woman in her memory over and over again.

She learned it very well because she remembered it clearly and she always had a good memory.

At that time, her eyes were smiling, and the corners of her lips were raised.

She still remembers it.

She saw a funny and sad woman in the mirror.

She didn't want to live such a miserable life anymore, and she didn't want to see him again.

Xin He begged Baili Fu'en to give her the deed of betrayal. She said that after taking the deed of betrayal, she would never come to him again, nor would she talk about it to the madam, as she should be treated as if she did not exist.

Baili Fu'en was a little angry, but then he laughed angrily, nodded and said yes, "Promise me one thing, and I will give you your freedom."

"What's the matter?" She believed him.

"That smelly monk has been in the mansion for two years. I really feel like it's an eyesore. Go and help me get rid of him."

Xin He said he couldn't do it, "He is the eminent monk invited by the Crown Prince to send blessings."

"It's actually very simple, as long as you do what I say."

"Okay." She agreed.

As long as she can be free, the life and death of others have nothing to do with her.

After hearing the message from his servants, the prince immediately captured Zhikong, together with the two monks from Mingyin Temple in the Buddhist hall.

The servants in the mansion stood in two rows, and the prince sat in the hall, furious, "You are a monk, and I care for you, but you do such evil things to ruin the reputation of my prince's mansion."

Zhikong stood quietly in the hall without saying a word.

Bailifu'e was blocked from the door by the maid, "Sister, my wife must not taint my ears by saying such things."

Seeing that Zhi Kong was silent, the prince asked Xin He again, "I would like to ask you again, you are pregnant, but you are here with this lewd monk?"

Xin He didn't speak either.

Baili Fu'en fanned the flames and said, "Yes or no, let someone take her pulse and we will know."

When the prince heard this, he asked someone to come and take Xinhe's pulse.

"My lord, this girl is indeed pregnant."

Xin He still didn't speak, she didn't even dare to look Zhi Kong in the eyes.

The prince had already concluded that Xin He had seduced the eminent monk with her beauty and had someone pull her down and beat her up. It would be a meritorious deed if the evil bastard was killed, so as not to stain the eyes of the Buddha.

Zhikong spoke slowly, gently but firmly, and said, "But there is such a thing."

Everyone in the hall was silent. Bailifu'e stood outside the door and was stunned for a moment, then turned and left, "He doesn't want his life, I don't care what they do!"

The crown prince's eyebrows twitched, "You—"

"It was the young monk who forcibly defiled Miss Shenhe and ruined her innocence. This matter has nothing to do with my two senior brothers or Mingyin Temple. Miss Shenhe was not at fault."

Baili Fuen smiled slightly and said, "Father, it is better to kill this lewd monk and still preserve the former glory of my prince's palace."

After all, the Lord relented and asked the left and right men to push him down on the bench and beat him severely until his skin and flesh were torn and blood flowed. However, he did not kill him, saying that he would be allowed to breathe until tomorrow. Born in Shizifu.

Xin He turned his head away, not daring to look at his miserable state. He didn't say a word despite the thirty-big board. He could only hear the dull sound of the board falling on him.

Seeing that she was still in the mood to look in the mirror, Baili Fuhe kicked the door open and said, "You are finally happy now, aren't you?"

Xinhe pretended to be stupid, "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know what you and your brother are planning, but you took advantage of him, didn't you?"

"I never took advantage of him," she said decisively.

"With his nature, if he doesn't admit it, do you think you and your brother can frame him as you wish?"

"But if he admits it, he has to admit it himself." Xin He, like Baili Fuen, acted shamelessly.

Baili Fuhe taunted, "He just played chess with you a few times and wrote poems a few times, so he can make you pregnant?"

"I'm tired." Xin He didn't want to defend.

"Tomorrow, my father will drive him out of the house. He is seriously injured and may die on the way." Bailifu'e said.

"What does it have to do with me?"

The moonlight was not very bright, so she followed Baili Fucai through the darkness.

"My mother and I asked for a warrant to see him for the last time. My mother also knew who he was and didn't believe that he would do such a despicable thing. Of course, my mother knew my brother even better and knew that he would always carry out military operations. The master regards him as his sworn enemy. His poems and songs are not as good as his, but he is jealous that he is full of articles..." Bailifu's calyx continued to chatter.

The woodshed was very dark, and there were two guards outside. Baili Fuhe took out the warrant from the Crown Prince's wife, and the two men walked away.

"Master Zhikong, you—" Bailifu'e was helpless, and in the middle of his sentence, when he saw the bloody man leaning against the wall and chanting sutras, he couldn't say a word and turned around with red eyes.

Xin He carried her back and said, "I'm here to see off the little master." Her charming face was hidden in the darkness.

"Thank you, donor."

"Thank you?" She smiled bitterly.

He should hate her and shouldn't say a word of thanks.

"You will be kicked out tomorrow, but what else do you want to say to me? If you hate me, I'm afraid you only have this chance to complain."

Zhikong's blood filled the woodshed with a faint scent of lotus.

Xin He said, "It seems that the water lily in the pond in the mansion has just begun to bloom. I remember Master Zhikong said that lotus is the flower with the most Buddha nature. If Master wants it, I can pick a few to see you off."

"No need, it's just fine if the flowers bloom in the water, why bother picking them."

She turned to him in confusion and asked, "You don't hate me?"

"I don't blame you. In this world, everyone has selfish motives. Why is it surprising? Since I practice Buddhism, I should save people."

"Monk, I don't need you to ferry me."

"Do you still remember the story I told you?"

"Remember... you said that the child who picked the gold leaves never came back."

"I haven't finished talking to you yet, and then she came back."

Xin He was not in the mood to listen to these boring stories anymore and said perfunctorily, "Why are you back?"

"She walked halfway and used up the three golden leaves, but she still hadn't reached the country she wanted to go to, met the people she wanted to see, and saw the beautiful scenery she wanted to see."

"It won't help if she comes back. She has already picked all the gold leaves."

"Yes, the Bodhi tree asked her, do you want to play with me at night and read poems to me now? The child said no, I still want to go far away. The Bodhi tree said, cut off my branches and leaves, and you can sell some. Money, you take that money and maybe you can go where you want to go this time.”

"Did the child do as he was told?"

"Yes, she took an ax and chopped off all the branches of the Bodhi tree, leaving only a bare trunk."

Xin He shook his head, "She shouldn't have done that, and Bodhi Tree shouldn't have indulged her." She sighed, "Are you done? If so, I'm leaving."

"There's another part, do you still want to hear it?"

"No, this story is very boring." Xin He said.

She did it as agreed, but Baili Fuen said to her, "He didn't break the new lotus, but he was humiliated by climbing the flower. He was willing to block the infamy. What kind of good person do you think that monk is?"

Xin He now understood that he was just teasing her, and Baili Fuen had no intention of giving her the deed of betrayal.

"You don't know who he is, but I know very well. You can't even compare to his little finger."

"Oh? A monk is moved. Compared with me, a person who walks through the flowers and leaves day by day, he is just fifty steps away. Why do you use him to anger me?"

(End of chapter)