After taking a bite and swallowing the things in his mouth, Xining replied: "There are a few brothers in the court and a few sisters in the palace. Only then can my father become a monk. This is better for me. It can help the brothers and sisters to safeguard the father's stay."

The blood, power, industry left behind.

If the owner enters the palace, he will definitely change the stable relationship in the palace. Sometimes, for the sake of power, even a brother and sister will fight to the death, not to mention that they were not born by the same mother.

The palace should be honored, not a sentence that can be summarized by my sister. Since this is the case, it is a whisper between father and daughter.

Master Fujiwara seemed a little regretful: "Actually, I believe that it is better than Lai Tong. If you can enter the palace, he can inherit the Fujiwara family."

Master Fujiwara was originally the fifth son of his family, but later became the elder of his family and inherited the family business. Therefore, he didn't care much about the rules of establishing a chief.

Xining raised her neck and thought for a long time before she sighed thoughtfully: "This will cause waves again. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. If you really have the ability, you can write another genealogy."

Master Fujiwara's brother, Dao Takashi Fujiwara, was once powerful for a while. He died after only five years of his leadership in the government. After his death, his descendants were prosperous and declined, and his younger brother Dao Takashi Fujiwara replaced him as the legitimate source, and his descendants later became known as the Bai family of Zhongguan in later generations.

Master Fujiwara also pondered, then nodded and continued to eat.

He should have had an understanding of this. He sent the eldest daughter to the palace, and the original Heavenly King's central palace died after giving birth, which made his daughter the new central palace. There was only one position, and even the daughter of his biological brother must give way.

If it weren't for the same mother and sister, this might have happened.

Other sons can completely separate their families and form their own family. They will scatter branches and leaves for the Fujiwara family. If one branch declines, other side branches can rise. Anyway, they are descendants of the Fujiwara family.

Xining was having a meal, no matter what, it was a big shot with a powerful figure in the era, which was enough to be remembered.

"When An Pei Jingming was alive, many people said that he was born by the fox fairy because of his yin and yang." After eating, Master Fujiwara gently put down his bowls and chopsticks, picked up the towel prepared next to him, and wiped his mouth and hands: "With your nonsense, few people say you are evil."

After putting down the scarf, he looked at her with a smile: "You are stronger than him."

Master Fujiwara has indeed outstanding features. He has no doubts and directly gave a conclusion, or considered a conclusion.

Xining continued to eat, and finished her meal with a little bit. She chewed it slowly in her mouth and said lightly: "What harms people is the evil spirit."

Master Fujiwara sighed slightly: "Yes."

How wonderful she was, she just wanted to protect herself. She didn't fight for power or seize power. Of course she had this ability. There was no palace fighting or house fighting now. Otherwise, it would be the same as the previous plot, with a surging wave after a while, and a stormy wave after a while, and one after another.

After taking the last bite, Xining calmly picked up the towel and wiped his mouth and hands: "I'm done."

Taoist Master Fujiwara picked up the small wooden stick and knocked on the bowl next to him. The metal bowl made a crisp knock. Someone came in outside the door and moved the low table out.

Taoist Fujiwara picked up the Buddhist beads: "Go and spend time with your mother, and spend time with her more."

"Yes, father!" Xining stood up, and Taoist Master Fujiwara began to pretend to recite scriptures and worship Buddha.

When I arrived at Mrs. Akiko's place, Mrs. Akiko also used up her meal.

Seeing her coming, I pulled her up with great joy, knelt down, and started asking non-stop: "I just came back from the Taoist lord. The food is very delicious. Taoist lord must have a great appetite, right..."

Xining listened silently, and the owner should be very happy at this time. When she died young, Madam Akiko was with her side, and she shed tears the most.

Even if death is the patent of the nobles, the nobles regard death as the cherry blossoms bloom and wither, but they will still be sad when they see their daughter pass away earlier than them.

It shouldn't be the case in this life. After Mrs. Mingzi finished nagging, Xining asked softly: "My father has become a monk. Why don't my mother move to the village to live with me?"

Mrs. Akiko was silent immediately. After a long time, she raised her head and said earnestly: "You can't let your father not become a monk? Maybe you can let Master Taoist..."

"Can you change your mind?" Xining smiled faintly: "My mother didn't notice, didn't even come to persuade her?"

"Yes, why are they just coming to persuade me? Could it be..." The first thing Mrs. Akiko thought was whether the sons wanted Master Fujiwara to become a monk and give up her position.

But think about it, it shouldn't be. Master Fujiwara has been in the court for decades and has a deep foundation. His sons naturally live a stable life under his wings.

On the other hand, Mrs. Akiko looked around and saw that the maids around her were very aware of the times and all of them were retreating.

There was no one else, and Madam Akiko asked in a low voice: "Has they all agreed?"

Xining nodded slightly: "My father has been infected for many years and wanted to become a monk very early. But at that time, he could not break the world, so he dragged it to the present. Now is the time."

The prosperity will lead to decline, and the rapid retreat is much better than the bleak ending. After all, Master Fujiwara is in his fifties. If he didn't become a monk early, he would apply lead powder every day to court, and no matter how much medicine he had, it would not last for a few years.

Xining mentioned again: "I will go back to the village in the second day. My mother will consider whether to go with me."

Mrs. Akiko was pondering.

This is also the idea of ​​the master. He used to owe his mother a lot, and he can be remedied in the future: "Mother, don't worry, think about it slowly."

"No need!" Mrs. Akiko made up her mind: "I won't go for the time being. Master Taoist is here. As long as he doesn't go to the temple for a day, I will stay here for a day."

"What if my father went to the temple?" Xining asked. After all, Master Fujiwara has been building the Facheng Temple in recent years, just for today. In order to build this magnificent temple, tax collection in many places has been delayed and delayed, and has rushed to build services.

Mrs. Akiko sighed: "Although the eldest family is someone else's son, he is still young. Your other brothers also need me. If I am not here at a critical moment, how can Yuanjia help them?"

The native family of Mrs. Akiko Genya, monks cannot ask about worldly affairs, and even if they come forward to speak, they will be considered inappropriate. As long as she is still in the Fujiwara family, she is the woman of the Fujiwara family. As long as she does not become a monk, Genya is her original family.

What a good mother, Xining didn't force it: "My mother thought of staying in the village for a few days, just come here."

Mrs. Akiko nodded, took her hand and sat quietly for a long time.

Although Master Fujiwara meditated and recited scriptures all day long, if there was anything in the court, several brothers would come to pay their respects and bring inquiries when they greeted him.

The wives and concubines at home no longer make trouble. Originally, Fujiwara Taoist was old and in poor health, so he didn't care much about women in recent years. It seemed that Master Fujiwara's becoming a monk had no effect, and they still lived their lives, and it would be useless to make trouble.

Xining lived for a few more days, taught the chefs in the mansion some dishes, and then went back to the farm.
Chapter completed!