Influenced by her father, she believed in the reincarnation of cause and effect.
But she also firmly believes that people cannot surrender to fate. The more adversity they face, the more they must hold their heads high and their chests high. God cannot see those who shrink back, but it will never give up on those who are unyielding. There is a Buddha in the heart and a Buddha everywhere. People are in this world.
A living Bodhisattva who was born to achieve good results.
"Yes, it's grandma who overthinks it. Your mother won't have angina now. She is happy, smiling without any pain..." Thinking of her daughter who died young, Mrs. Yan took out her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes.
teardrop.
I don’t say I’m sad, but it’s actually a bit uncomfortable.
The pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person to a person will never go away. Those who are alive will only remember it until the image in their memory becomes blurred and slowly fades away, and the regret will be replaced by other things.
"Oh! Stop talking. If you talk too much, you will shed tears too. Walk quickly, walk quickly, don't delay me because of me. Go enjoy the plum blossoms and tell grandma when you come back."
At her age, there is nothing she can't let go of.
"Grandma, drink the medicine first. There is still half a bowl left." Situ Qingqing pointed to the half-drunk soup. She was afraid that the old man would not drink it because of the pain, so she gave special instructions.
"Little housekeeper, don't I know how to take care of my own body? I haven't seen you find a good family and be depended on for life, so I won't close my eyes." She had to look after her daughter. The son-in-law is so out of character.
, I’m really afraid that he will lead her precious granddaughter to evil.
The imperial master who was once as glorious as the moon, with extraordinary grace, in the eyes of his mother-in-law, was just an unruly boy who acted impulsively and impetuously, making him unworthy of being a father.
Whose son would take someone else's daughter away without the parents' permission and on the advice of a matchmaker, and send a letter saying that they are getting married and there is no need to come to the wedding banquet because they have already paid homage to each other. He behaves like a child's play and treats the two of them with nonsense.
The family was very angry.
"No, I have to see you finish drinking the medicine before leaving." Situ Qingqing valued her grandmother's health, and she didn't miss this moment.
Seeing her granddaughter staring at her insistently, Mrs. Yan, who disliked the bitterness of the medicine, had no choice but to frown and drink the whole medicine, and urged the girls to go out.
Then several little girls who looked like flowers left together.
"Yu Niang, I'm not worried." She is still so young, when will she be able to make her mark?
Aunt Zhong, whose best name is Yu Niang, was all smiles and presented her with a bowl of nectar water. She said with a smile: "Then you will live a few more years and watch the young lady get married and have children, and then support her as her mother-in-law. As long as you
Our family is not in ruins, the young lady has the confidence to live a good life no matter which family she marries into."
The dowry should include a little extra cash to ensure that she has enough food and clothing throughout her life, and no one can hold on to the money.
"Yeah! You're right, at least I'll live another one or twenty years. My granddaughter is a little miracle doctor. She's afraid she won't be able to keep me alive for a hundred years." When talking about happiness, Mrs. Yan was as happy as a child.
Yes, I danced and ate an extra plate of honey pears.
Aunt Zhong also laughed. Young and old, don't you need someone to coax you? The master's heart is happy and his body is healthy. She is also happy to see it.
The master and servant, who had been together for decades, chatted happily about the marriages of several younger generations, commenting on which son was good and promising, who was worthy of the prime minister's daughter, who was too evil to be a son-in-law, and whose family.
Shuzi is a frequent visitor to the brothel... As he talked, he couldn't help but start to worry, fearing that his child would marry someone wrong.
But these are too far away for the charming guests who are about to go to Qingping County Prince's Palace. What they think about today is whether they are dressed appropriately today, whether their hairpins and hairpins will exceed the standard, whether the colors of their clothes match well, and whether they want to meet a noble person.
How to salute, be careful not to say the wrong thing, and behave well...
Yan Zhifei warned his cousin, "Just follow me for a while. If you don't understand, please bear with it for now. Ask again when we are alone. Don't look around when there are outsiders. If asked about something you don't want to answer, just pretend to be shy and reserved."
He pursed his lips and smiled, and no one would be so ignorant to ask the question."
But it's still hard to say, after all, there are several female relatives who have trouble with the Prime Minister's Mansion, such as the young lady from Chen Guogong's Mansion and the granddaughter of Mr. Xu Zhongshu.
"Okay." She said less, Situ Qingqing is the best at pretending.
Walking into the backyard of Qingping County Prince's Mansion, after passing the screen wall covered with trees and vines, Situ Qingqing took a few casual glances and lowered his eyes uninterested. Compared with the ingenious natural landscape of Wuyou Valley, the furnishings of the Prince's Mansion were too ingenious.
Lost its beauty.
Only by comparison can we know beauty and ugliness. We have seen the blooming spring scenery, admired the summer lotuses with green leaves and lotus leaves, the autumn maples all over the mountains and plains like fire, and brewed tea in the winter snow. It is more comfortable than Tathagata. Each season has its own beauty.
It cannot be compared with deliberate landscaping.
However, Situ Qingqing was still speechless when she saw nearly a thousand red plum trees in full bloom in the garden. What she was thinking about was not how spectacular and beautiful it was, but how much money would it cost to build this forest?
"Why are you not afraid at all? You have no fear on your face." Yan Zhifei asked curiously.
When she came to the banquet for the first time two years ago, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, she didn't know where to put her hands and feet, her mind went blank, and she had no idea what they were asking.
"Why should you be afraid? The county prince's palace can eat people." You are just here as a guest, how can you be like a dragon in a tiger's den, trying to fight your way out?
"It's best not to be afraid, but don't embarrass our Prime Minister's Mansion. When you come to the Prince's Mansion, stop your vulgar behavior and don't drag us down." Yan Zhiru said disdainfully. She is a person with no words and deeds, just like them.
They all had to suffer, and it took eight lifetimes of bad luck to go with her.
"Zhiru, if you don't like it, stay away from us. There's no need to force yourself to be with us. But I'm warning you, we are all sisters. Don't hurt the sisterhood just to show off." Yan Zhifei was a little unhappy.
The way.
Yan Zhiru is as selfish as her biological mother, only caring about her own interests and trampling on the dignity of others at will.
"You should give her more advice. I know the principle of both prosperity and loss, as long as she behaves herself and doesn't interfere with my affairs." Yan Zhiru still doesn't like this person.
The cousin came out from nowhere and shamelessly stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion and never left.
Yan Zhiru didn't know that Situ Qingqing's father was the imperial master of the dynasty. She only saw him as a scoundrel who smiled and flattered his grandfather, so she thought he was a fake Taoist priest who cheated and cheated, and despised him from the bottom of his heart.
How could my aunt fall in love with such a low-class thing?
In fact, not many people knew the news of the imperial master's return to the capital. Situ was under tight control. He entrusted his daughter to Prime Minister Yan and left soon after. Outsiders only knew that Situ Qingqing was the daughter of a distant relative of the Yan family and was temporarily staying in the palace. Everyone thought that Situ Qingqing was the daughter of a distant relative of the Yan family.
Miss Cousin calls it.
Anyway, there are a lot of cousins, and Mrs. Yan Er's nieces often come and go. She really regards herself as a member of the Yan family and hangs out with several cousins from time to time.
"I will keep an eye on you and prevent you from harming my family." Yan Zhifei was very protective of Situ Qingqing, her cousin. She gave Yan Zhiru a cold look, then led the sisters forward, looking ashamed to be associated with her.
Her likes and dislikes are very clear and she has a strong personality.
Instead of walking together with Situ Qingqing, she played into Yan Zhiru's hands. She looked at the daughter she was familiar with not far away, and walked separately from them without saying a word.
"There's no need to get upset over such a trivial matter. My father and I have been traveling for many years, and we've seen a lot of all kinds of people. She's not as bad as those bandits who block the road!"
But bandits are even worse. They get robbed in turn. She and her father like to encounter robbers the most, because it means there is another windfall to be made.
"Have you ever encountered bandits?" Yan Zhifei looked at Situ Qingqing in fear, this was simply too scary!
"It's okay. My father is a magician. He is the best at pretending to be a ghost. He sprayed a few mouthfuls of ghost fire into the air, and the robbers shouted that there was a ghost. They were scared to death."
But what they didn't know was that they were just phosphorus powder soaked in wine. When the wine was sprayed, it turned into a green fireball, like a ghost wandering around.
"Hey! Your father is so powerful. It sounds really interesting. Tell me how he pretends to be a ghost. Can a person really breathe out will-o'-the-wisp?"
A quiet young lady who loved to read rural legends came close to her, holding her handkerchief tightly with admiration on her face. She wanted to hear it but was afraid and covered half of her face. Her eyes shone like glass.
A group of little girls were chatting and laughing happily.
"What's your name? Which family's daughter you are from?"
Suddenly, the vision dimmed, and a beautiful woman with a delicate body stood in front of her. She had a beautiful face, a gentle smile, and a soft nobility exuding from her whole body.
"Madam, my name is Qingqing." Situ Qingqing looked up and was startled. Unknowingly, she was surrounded by forty or fifty rich people from various houses. They were holding their chins or chins, looking attentively.
Listening to her and her father's story-telling experiences, I asked questions from time to time.