Chapter 963

A wedding dress has been prepared for three years. Although there is no gorgeous gold thread and jewelry decoration, every stitch and thread is carefully sewn by Lin Qiaoyu. Holding it in Zhao Wanxi's hand, she feels more and more heavy.

"Don't worry, my daughter will wear it and marry into the palace. She will live up to my mother's good intentions."

The mother and daughter held a candlelight conversation for a while. Before Lin Qiaoyu left, she went to visit Joan. Joan grew up looking at her. She was as close as her daughter. Seeing that she was in a coma with a low fever, the woman felt very sorry for her.

"Tomorrow, let's go to the temple and ask the Bodhisattva to help Joan get better."

When Lin Qiaoyu talks, Mou Guang glances at Mu Si inadvertently, the corner of the lip pulls to pull, want to say again stop.

"Mother, it's getting late. You should go back and have a rest earlier. I'm taking care of Joan. It's OK."

Zhao Wanxi saw through her mother's mind at a glance. She was worried that it would be improper for her to stay in Joan's room.

Lin Qiaoyu thought carefully: "qiong'er is injured. It's not a matter of a day or two to recover. My mother will send two servant girls to Cuiyuan to help her, and she can also take care of the two children."

"That's fine!"

Seeing off Lin Qiaoyu, Zhao Wanxi turns around again. The boy of Dushi stands on the corridor outside the door, pursing his thin lips and clearing his throat unnaturally.

"Miss Wan Xi, Joan's injuries are all due to her negligence. Let her stay and take care of her."

Although the words were to Zhao Wanxi, he didn't have the courage to look into the woman's eyes, and his cheek was hot and about to burn.

Zhao Wanxi looked in her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. It seemed that the boy was really interested in Joan.

"Joan's not very stable tonight. I'll stay and take care of her, but Tomorrow I'm going to the temple with my mother to pay my vows. Joan and the two children will be taken care of by you. "

"Yes."

The next morning, after settling in two children, Zhao Wanxi went out with Lin Qiaoyu.

After driving for nearly half an hour, Zhao Wanxi came to Laiyin temple in the north of the city. She stepped down from the carriage and looked at the smoke curling and her head surging.

"Mother, is the Bodhisattva here really effective?"

Zhao Wanxi has never been a feudal superstitious person, but since her soul came here, she has encountered a lot of strange and treacherous things, and her belief has also been unconsciously shaken.

Lin Qiaoyu almost didn't think about it, blurted out: "of course, as long as you are sincere, the Bodhisattva will appear. Look, aren't you all right now? "

Carrying a bamboo basket full of incense, the woman tightly leads her daughter and takes Zhao Wanxi into the temple.

"Xi'er, order three incense first!"

Zhao Wanxi didn't know anything. She ordered incense and worshipped Buddha according to her mother's meaning. All the Bodhisattvas in the temple worshipped. Her eyes glanced at a corner of the temple. Dozens of pilgrims lined up. At the end of the line, a peaceful old monk with white beard came into her sight.

The old monk's face was ruddy, his snow-white beard was flying with the wind, and the immortal wind was proud. In front of him was a South bamboo tube with a thick bowl mouth, in which there was a sign.

"Mother, what are you doing there?"

Lin Qiaoyu looked in the direction of her daughter's sight. Her eyes were bright, and her tone was full of respect: "abbot Wuxiu is the host of this Laiyin temple. These people are all here to find him to sign, but it's a pity Abbot Wuxiu only solves one signature every day. "