Zhongnan Mountain, Puji Temple.
Accompanied by the maid Qingluo, the third wife went back to the wing room, because they were practicing with hair, they were not allowed to contact too many monks, and they were not allowed to go down the mountain at will.
As soon as Fang entered the room, Qingluo was startled.
The heads in the room seemed to have been ransacked by someone, the incense burner on the table was spilled, the jade screen was broken, and the red candles were smashed to pieces. After walking a few more steps inside, Qingluo became furious.
"Ma'am, it's Daoji, it must be that stinky monk who did it! He usually covets his wife's beauty, and sneaks into the wing room again and again, trying to do something to her, but every time he is bumped into by the servants, destroying him." Good thing! He must be holding a grudge, so he took the opportunity of us going down the mountain to destroy our wing as a show of revenge!" Although Qingluo accompanied the third wife to practice, her temper never calmed down and she was very irritable.
The third lady frowned, waved her hands and said, "Forget it, don't worry about it."
"Don't worry about it?!" Qingluo couldn't help complaining for her master, "You can ask the abbot for incense burners, red candles and so on. We just donate some sesame oil, but madam...he even asked for our bed. They were all smashed, and the quilts were all burned, where are we going to sleep this late at night?!"
The third lady obviously didn't care, "Isn't it the same wherever you sleep? You even lived in the bottom of a well back then, do you still care about having no bed or quilt?"
"Ma'am..." Qing Luo's brows were furrowed into a ball.
The third lady glanced at her and signaled her not to say any more.
When Dongfang Jing and Luqiao were looking for it all the way, they happened to meet Qingluo picking up firewood on the hillside outside Puji Temple. The firewood behind her has piled up into "a small mountain", but she is still going on.
Luqiao couldn't help asking in surprise, "How long is the winter on this mountain, and do we need to store so much firewood?"
Seeing that it was her own lady who came, Qingluo couldn't help complaining, "This firewood is not for winter, it's just for heating my wife..." She took Dongfang Jing's hand and chattered all about Monk Daoji Let Dongfang Jing listen, and then said, "My wife has a gentle temperament, even if she is being bullied all the time, she will not make a sound. Miss, you have to persuade her, if this continues, we will be forced to death sooner or later! "
Dongfang Jing didn't want to be nosy at first, but the third wife is the mother of Junior Sister Wanyun, she borrowed Junior Sister Wanyun's body to be reborn, so naturally she has the responsibility to help her take good care of her mother. I believe that only when she takes good care of the third wife, will Junior Sister Wanyun rest in peace in the spirit of heaven.
"There's no need to move this firewood back, let's go back to the wing and find my mother." Dongfang Jing smiled, as if she didn't take that monk Daoji to heart.
"But miss, in this cold winter, there is no quilt and no bed, and if we don't have these firewood to keep warm, we will definitely freeze to death!" Qing Luo looked anxious, and bent over to carry the firewood.
Lu Qiao also felt that what she said made sense, "Miss..."
Dongfang Jing narrowed her eyes and smiled, "What are you afraid of? Tonight, someone will bring the bed and quilt over—"
"Miss means—"
Luqiao and Qingluo asked together.
Dongfang Jing lowered her voice, and whispered to Qingluo's ear.
After hearing this, Qing Luo was shocked, "Miss, how can this be done?! Didn't you push my wife into the fire pit? If Master Abbot finds out about this, my wife will definitely be kicked out of Puji Temple !"
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