What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 168 You are back (Xue Dao is back)

"Ma'am, look at this."

Xiaohan was cleaning up Lin Zhao's case, and found an unopened letter in the book, took it to the second floor, and said at the stairs: "This is the letter from the young master, why didn't you read it?" what."

It was only then that Lin Zhao remembered that she asked Guanshi Cao to come to Tinglan Shuixie to talk about something that day, she slipped the letter into the book, and said, "Tell Ping Lian to take good care of Hui Zhen, don't tell her to run away."

Xiaohan grinned, probed and said, "Young Madam, why don't you ask Sister Mangzhong to talk about it?"

Lin Zhao turned his head, looked at her winking, only thought it was funny, and simply said: "Then you go and talk to Mangzhong, and then ask Mangzhong to tell Pinglian, go."

"Hey!"

Xiaohan answered loudly, and went downstairs quickly, and heard her shouting from afar: "Sister Mangzhong!"

Lin Zhao chuckled, and stood in front of the window holding the letter. It was snowing outside again, but it wasn't cold, so she reached out and took a piece in her palm. Maybe her hand was too cold, and the snowflakes hadn't melted for a long time.

Opening the letter, Lin Zhao closed his eyes, afraid that there would be those shameless words on it.

'Ming Weiqi, I'm going back'

Who knew that there were only these eight characters on the letter, which had nothing to do with the sticky teeth in the past. Lin Zhao accidentally took the letter and looked left and right, suspecting that it was not written by Xue Dao, but the dog crawling handwriting was indeed his fault.

This letter arrived a few days ago, so Xue Dao should be back in these two days.

For some reason, Lin Zhao's ears became hot. He tugged at the collar of his jacket, put the letter back, and walked to the bedroom, but saw the box in the corner with the painting scroll that hadn't been opened that day. put it in the box, this time, she looked at it for a while longer.

'The young master never showed me Pingxi, he always watched it by himself in the middle of the night with a lamp on and cooking oil, and slept with his arms around him. '

Ping Lian's words that day suddenly came to mind.

Lin Zhao thought about it and went back to bed.

The next day, when we returned to Dongjun Terrace, Lin Zhao was going to send Huizhen out of the city. Liu Sheng said as always that there was no car or horse to take care of, so Lin took care of it, so he asked Ping Lian to hire a carriage outside.

At noon, when I went out of the city to the Bodhi Temple, Mrs. Miao Qing heard that Lin Zhao was coming, so she came out to greet her, and saw Huizhen next to her, who had not seen her for more than a year, the little bald head had grown new hair, and her eyebrows and eyes were stretched I just saw Mrs. Miao Qing, I didn't dare to face it, and I lowered my head deeply.

"Huiming, take Huizhen back now."

Mrs. Miao Qing has compassion for all things in her eyes. She knows that Huizhen has been unwilling to be a nun from the beginning, but a girl who has no father and mother still has to eat and drink in the temple. How to survive.

"Mrs. Lao Lao specially sent her back."

Mrs. Miao Qing clasped her hands together and bent slightly towards Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao quickly returned the gift.

"Young madam looks very haggard." Mrs. Miao Qing looked at the snow covered sky outside the corridor and said, "The sun is still high, young madam is here in the snow, let's have a cup of hot water."

Lin Zhao didn't refuse. Following her into the wing room, Mrs. Miao Qing personally poured a cup of hot water. Lin Zhao took it with both hands, holding the chipped porcelain cup, feeling the gradually melting palm, bowed his head and said: " What happened yesterday disturbed my wife, please forgive me."

Mrs. Miao Qing still had that peaceful warmth on her face, and she sat down in silence.

"Master is a pure cultivator, how can she be afraid of power, she must have come yesterday, because someone told you that there is a little nun in Xue's residence, and wanted you to meet her." Lin Zhao looked up.

Master Miao Qing didn't affirm it, but she didn't deny it either. After a while, she said calmly: "I picked up this child Huizhen in front of the temple 11 years ago. She was naughty since she was a child, and she didn't like to meditate and pay respects to the Buddha. She is not in this temple." But she is so young, where can she go, I don't want to detain her, but I want to wait for her to grow up before letting her out. If it wasn't for the young lady this time, Hui Zhen would be in danger. .”

Lin Zhao said softly: "With a Buddha in your heart, you can cultivate yourself in the downtown area. If you don't, you're just a commoner doing asceticism in temples."

Mang Zhong stood beside her, thinking about this, and thought of Xue Dao.

Which kind is the young master?

"I have been in this Bodhi Temple for so many years, and I have never seen such a brilliant person as Young Madam."

Mrs. Miao Qing looked at Lin Zhao, and said leisurely: "You are also a person who does not want to be rigid."

Lin Zhao was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what Mrs. Miao Qing was referring to, but suddenly remembered his previous life, where he could only escape until death, so he said in a low voice, "If it is at the cost of your life to break free from the shackles, is it worth it?"

Mang Zhong was startled when he heard the words, what is the young lady talking about?
Mrs. Miao Qing is not the case. She thought for a while and said calmly: "The most rare and precious thing in a person's life is knowing what he wants in his heart. Young Madam is not like a fool. You shouldn't waste it, you have to understand that the world is full of suffering, and the only happiness is your own body."

Lin Zhao raised his head, like a branding iron watered with warm water, and slowly sank his heart: "Thank you, Master, for your teaching."

"I became a monk, not to teach the world." Master Miao Qing said indifferently, "The snow is getting bigger and bigger, young madam, please go back as soon as possible, the official road is difficult, I wish you peace."

Lin Zhao nodded.

After leaving the Bodhi Temple, the snow on the road was already thick, and Lin Zhao asked Ping Lian to park the carriage at the not-too-distant Shili Pavilion, saying that he was afraid of disturbing the teacher's practice, so he would walk there now. Every step was very difficult, and Mang Zhong couldn't help complaining: "Why has it snowed so much in the past two years?"

Lin Zhao was not God, so she couldn't answer this question. She walked forward with her jacket and skirt in her hands, and there was a loud sound of horseshoes coming from behind her.

Lin Zhao was thinking about Mrs. Miao Qing's words just now in his head, and he was quite lost in thought.

Mangzhong looked over and saw a person and a horse galloping towards him. The horseshoes galloped wildly, and the snowflakes splashed on the road. She frowned and took care of Lin behind her. When you are by your side, you can slow down.

As it got closer, the speed of the horse really slowed down.

Mang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to Lin Zhao, "Ma'am, the snow is too heavy, let's rest in the Ten Mile Pavilion later before going back."

Lin Zhao responded lightly, listening to the sound of hooves approaching, but getting slower and slower. She lowered her head and saw the strong legs of the steed in her sight. For some reason, the man reined in his horse and stopped in front of himself and Mangzhong. Lin Zhao was puzzled and raised his face.

The thick black fur twirled with bird-gold feathers was draped over his back, filled with the sky full of white snow, and formed a small mountain on his shoulders. The person on the horse looked down and saw that the melted snow had soaked his dense body. Eyelashes, a pair of black eyes with a touch of moisture, revealing tenderness and pity, smiling lightly, with a peerless ease, thin lips slightly parted, white air exhaled from them, just like the fog rising from a hot spring in the forest, covering Hold his reluctant gaze.

Mang Zhong was shocked by the man's beauty, and was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao looked at the man, his bright pupils trembling slightly, he held his hands on his chest unconsciously, and clenched them uneasily, like a wooden man.

Mangzhong was terrified, it was too indecent, and when he was about to remind Lin Zhao to avoid suspicion, a man's voice that was softer than his appearance sounded above his head.

"Mingwei, I'm back."

Mangzhong froze suddenly, looked back and forth, his head was like a rattle.

Lin Zhao looked at Xue Dao, feeling a little nervous, and smiled lightly after two breaths: "You are back."

(End of this chapter)