"What are you afraid of!" Lu Xuer shouted viciously, sneering, "I can crush her to death with one hand! Am I afraid of her?"
The maid lowered her head and curled her lips in disdain. She still didn't forget to show off her eloquence at this moment, as if she was so powerful. Who scared her to pee her pants when she was in Anxi Marquis's mansion? Now she can only be arrogant in front of the servants. It's nothing more than the pride in her heart. She doesn't want to show weakness to others. To be honest, the servants feel sorry for her. Back then, everyone gave face to the master. The lady was no different from a real legitimate lady. Now she has fallen into the situation of being driven away. Who can she blame
"The Marquis will not let us stay in Tianshui..." the maid whispered. The Marquis is not a man who is kind to women. Just looking at what happened tonight, you can tell that he is cruel and vicious. Such a Marquis is not something that their young lady can subdue.
Lu Xuer looked at the maid impatiently with sharp eyes, "What are you afraid of? You useless thing, we won't leave, let's see what he can do to me?" After being kicked by Sima Hong, the cruel and cold-hearted man, her leg hurt so much that a large area was bruised, which was a good reason for her to stay in Tianshui to recuperate.
Lu Xuer had a good plan, and she was also tired of making trouble, so the maid tactfully cleaned up the mess in the room for her.
When she woke up the next morning and opened the door, she saw a group of burly soldiers in iron armor lined up at her door. The leader said to her expressionlessly, "Miss Lu, I am here on the orders of the Marquis to escort Miss Lu home."
There were twenty soldiers in a row, all of them were wearing heavy armor and holding weapons, and they were strong and healthy. They were not escorting her home, they were clearly escorting her on the road!
"I won't go back!" Lu Xuer screamed in a shrill voice, "Do you know who my father is? I'm right here! Dare you touch me? I'll ask my father to chop off your head!"
The captain glanced at Lu Xuer with contempt in his eyes, but his tone was still very respectful. "Military orders are as heavy as a mountain. I hope Miss Lu won't make things difficult for us. When we arrive at Xi'an Prefecture, Commander Lu can kill or chop me up as you wish. I and others will have no complaints."
Lu Xuer screamed angrily, turned around and ran into the house, trying to close the door, but was a step too late. Several men pushed open the door, grabbed her, took out a sack, put her tightly in it, tied her up, carried her to the carriage, and threw her into the carriage without mercy.
The maids were so frightened that they dared not even breathe. They packed their things and got on the carriage behind Lu Xuer under the impatient eyes of the soldiers.
The sun had not yet risen completely, and the orange-red glow illuminated Tianshui City. A new day was about to begin, but no one noticed that a team of soldiers escorted two carriages and quickly drove out of Tianshui City. When approaching the carriages, it was not difficult to hear the sharp shouts and curses of women.
The first day of every month was the day when Mingyu went to the ancestral temple of Anxi Marquis's mansion to burn incense. Originally, Sister Liu wanted to persuade her not to go, fearing that the travel would be bad for the child. However, Mingyu had been lying in bed for so many days that she felt like she was turning into a moldy mushroom. She felt that the child was doing well in her belly, and asked two or three doctors to check her pulse, and they all said that the pulse was stable and the child was growing well.
The carriage was covered with a thick mattress and moved slowly all the way. By the time we arrived at the ancestral temple on the mountain outside Tianshui City, the sun had already set.
The ancestral temple was built in a remote area and did not suffer much from the war. After the Tartars occupied Tianshui, several monks in the ancestral temple ran away in panic. The remaining few old and weak monks closed the temple door and survived the years by growing crops on the back mountain until Sima Hong led his troops to recapture Tianshui.
Mingyu privately thought that the reason the ancestral temple was preserved was, firstly, that it was built in a remote mountainous area. The Tartars mainly attacked towns and would not necessarily come here. Secondly, they probably did not know that this was the Sima family's ancestral temple, otherwise... ... Think about how the brutal Tartars treated the old marquis, how could they let go of the Sima family's ancestral temple
Sima Hong rebuilt the ancestral temple, added tablets for the old lady and others, and the monks who had escaped returned one after another. The ancestral temple was almost the same as before. In addition to the tablets for Sima Chang and others, the temple also enshrined a one-meter-high colored porcelain statue of Guanyin.
Mingyu lit a stick of incense for each of the Sima family's tablets, fulfilling her duty as a daughter-in-law, and then walked to the Guanyin statue. The facial features of the colored porcelain Guanyin statue were not clear. The Bodhisattva held a jade bottle, lowered her head slightly, and seemed to have a smile at the corner of her mouth. Mingyu could almost feel the Bodhisattva's gentle eyes.
It is said that it is better to be a Bodhisattva with lowered eyebrows than to be a wrathful Vajra. But how easy is it to be a Bodhisattva with lowered eyebrows and pleasing eyes? It is okay to lower eyebrows once or twice, but do you have to lower your eyebrows and pleasing eyes for the rest of your life
Mingyu knelt silently on the cushion in front of the Bodhisattva statue and clasped her hands together devoutly. Even though she had traveled through time, she did not believe in ghosts and gods. However, at this moment, she and Sima Hong were in such an awkward moment, and there seemed to be no other way except to pray to the Bodhisattva.
First, she prayed to the Bodhisattva to bless her parents, brothers, sisters-in-law, and her newly born nephew Yu Ge'er with safety, health, and happiness for the rest of their lives. Second, she prayed that her father in her previous life would be able to live a good life after her death. Third, she prayed... God would be quick on her and give her some relief. It was too cruel to use such a blunt knife to sharpen someone. She really wanted to return to the modern era and go back to honor her father.
As soon as Mingyu left the Anxi Marquis's Mansion, Sima Hong followed her. He was also very upset. He didn't want to go to the ancestral temple, but when he saw Mingyu going there, he followed her. He thought that since he had quarreled with her so fiercely, Mingyu would definitely not come to burn incense, given her vengeful nature. Unexpectedly, Mingyu went anyway.
After Mingyu's carriage entered the ancestral temple, he rode over on his horse, dismounted at the door, and walked into the ancestral temple. As soon as he stepped through the gate, he saw the place where the statue of Bodhisattva was enshrined. Mingyu was kneeling there quietly. Even though she was pregnant, her waist was still slender and graceful, and her tied-up hair revealed her fair and tender neck.
Sima Hong watched in silence. He was too familiar with Mingyu's figure, as if it was engraved in his heart and he would never forget it. The fragrance in the hall was lingering, and the sound of wooden fish and bells came from the side hall, adding a bit of solemnity and sacredness to this place.
He saw Mingyu kneeling down and bowing to the Buddha statue. As far as he could remember, Mingyu and he had come here many times, but they had never worshipped the Guanyin statue. Why did she kneel down and worship Guanyin today? What did she want to ask the Bodhisattva for? Why did she ask for something? Was it because her life was not going well
Sima Hong's mouth was bitter, he clenched his fists, and his heart ached. He thought he was such a bastard. He only said "I'll treat you well" to Mingyu, but it was all empty words. When they really met, he suspected that he had abandoned his wife. He wanted to enter the hall and pull Mingyu up. He wanted to tell Mingyu that she didn't need to pray to the Buddha. We can live a good life together and we won't ask anyone for anything!
But in the end he did nothing. He just stood quietly at the door, watching the petite and beautiful figure finish worshiping the Buddha, get up from the cushion, and after turning around, the two of them looked into each other's eyes.
Sima Hong looked at Mingyu and smiled. In the afternoon sun, Sima Hong's smiling face was particularly handsome. Mingyu was a little surprised. She didn't expect him to come over. She hesitated and stood there. Sima Hong walked over naturally, smiled and took Mingyu's hand, and said intimately: "I heard that you came to burn incense, so I came to take you home."
As he spoke, he held Mingyu's hand with one hand, put his arm around Mingyu's waist with the other, and slowly helped Mingyu walk forward.
Seeing him acting as if nothing had happened, Mingyu's anger started to boil over. When he was happy, he would pamper her, but when he was unhappy, he would find an excuse to lose his temper? Now that he had finished his temper, he came to show his goodwill? She was not a pet cat or dog that she could tease when she was happy and kick away when she was unhappy.
"I still want to listen to the abbot's lecture." Mingyu paused and said calmly, "Your Majesty is busy with official duties. I won't bother you anymore. Please go back first."
Sima Hong pretended to be calm on the surface, but he was nervous inside, afraid that Mingyu would not go down the stairs. He said with a smile: "Yu'er, don't be like this. Let's be fine, just like before, how wonderful!"
"What's wrong with me?" Mingyu asked back, "Have I ever done anything to let you down?" Thinking about the wish she made so devoutly on Valentine's Day, it's ridiculous to think that things have changed and people have changed!
Sima Hong held Mingyu's hand and said in a deep voice, "You are not wrong. I am wrong. I shouldn't be so petty and suspicious of you."
It was rare for the proud Ba Tian Bao to apologize. After Ming Yu was surprised, she took a deep breath and shook her head, saying, "You are not wrong. I am wrong. I shouldn't... Forget it. If you feel uncomfortable about this, you should write me a divorce letter. I don't think I did anything wrong. You don't need to divorce me."
Sima Hong's lips trembled with anger. He held Mingyu's hand tightly, as if his wife would run away if he let go. The smile on his face could no longer be maintained. "I... my heart and eyes are full of you. I don't want any other woman except you. I love you wholeheartedly, and now you want to divorce me? Xu Mingyu, you have such a cruel heart! Don't even think about it. I said a few years ago that you are my Sima Hong's person in life and my Sima Hong's ghost in death. You must sleep in the same bed with me when you are alive, and you must sleep in the same coffin with me when you die, and be buried in the same grave! Don't even think about leaving!"
Mingyu was so angry at being so domineering and unreasonable that tears fell from her eyes and hit Sima Hong's hand that was holding hers. She felt really wronged. Why was his apology so insincere
Sima Hong felt that the tear was burning his skin. Seeing Mingyu's aggrieved look, his hardened heart softened. He sighed and hugged Mingyu in his arms.
"You are such a heartless little scoundrel!" Sima Hong sighed, "How can I bear to let you go?"