Chapter 265

She grabbed Liu Mudan, fell on her shoulder, and said, "it's better to trouble the imperial concubine."

Liu Mudan was stunned. His eyes glanced at Feng Zhi and said with a smile: "good Ok I'll take you there. I'll go when you're OK

"I'm going to have a baby too..." Hua Qiong was lying on Liu Mudan's shoulder and biting her ear. "I don't want to talk to her girl's house or a man, but I want to ask you. It's suitable for you..."

Liu Mudan couldn't refuse to say so. He quickly asked the female slave to help Hua Qiong away.

Feng Zhiwei looks at Hua Qiong's back, and smiles.

No one's standing in the way.

She took two people to the gate of the Dharma living Buddha's yard and asked for a meeting. Then, although she was a little uneasy, she was a princess, and only brought two people to come. She had no reason to refuse, so she had to invite her in.

The lacquered corridor was silent, and the light of tung oil lamp under the eaves was dim. The old man, shriveled like a child on the thick colorful carpet, was still peeping at the visitors with a thousand li eyes.

Behind him was a bronze Buddha with a mysterious smile and a silent gaze at the graceful woman.

Feng Zhiwei opened the door, and everything in the room was clearly visible. Zongchen and Gu Nan Yi stood at the door. The small lamas waiting in the yard were staring at the two people in the room without blinking.

"What are you doing here?" The old Lama's thick eyelids fell down and looked at the ground.

"Come and see our damaala." Feng Zhiwei sat down far away, his words were kind, but his tone didn't sound like that. The next sentence made Dama shocked, "look at him, how can he not die?"

"I want to die..." Dharma was silent for a while, and said with a hoarse smile, "you wicked wolf, can you bite the God on the cloud on the grassland?"

"For decades, people have worshipped incense and offered sacrifices, which really makes you dizzy and regard yourself as a God." Feng Zhiwei smiles and lights up the oil lamp on the table. The light of the lamp shines out the shadow of eyelashes at her eyes. "In my opinion, you are not as good as the solid one behind you, and you will never talk disorderly."

"No nonsense." Dama stares at her for a moment and says in a hoarse voice, "this is the biggest sin of the precepts' disciples. I dare not commit them."

"Even if every word you predict is true." Feng Zhiwei leaned forward, staring at his eyes, "do you dare to say that you are out of public interest? How dare you say you've never been affected? Dharma, a disciple of the precepts, must be impartial at all times. Do you dare to say that in this matter, all your words and actions have nothing to criticize and have a clear conscience? "

Dama did not move. Her old wrinkles were stacked like a rotten blanket in the shadow of an oil lamp.

There seemed to be something heavy pressed down in the dark and deep atmosphere, and the old Lama's eyebrows showed a little tired look.

"What did Chloe say to you?" Feng Zhiwei leaned back and leaned on the huge pillow with a leisurely look.

"He just told me what had happened recently." Dama shook his head. "It's not what you guess. You say something bad. Even if you say something, the result of divination is predestined. No one can control it."

"When you are divining, is he by your side?" Feng Zhi slightly revealed a sneer, "Damar, you really want to know."

The old Lama was shocked, and his turbid eyes moved. He recalled the scene of divination. His original conviction gradually showed a trace of confusion. After a while, he shook his head, "he is far away."

"You can't do it far away?" Feng Zhiwei follows further.

The old Lama fell into another round of meditation. His expression became more and more confused. His old brain seemed to be turning slowly tonight. He tried his best to recall the scene when he arrived at Huyin temple not long ago, but found that he could not remember the details clearly.

"Old Old... " He shook his head and sighed, but he was still stubborn, "God's will will will not be wrong. You don't need to say anything more. God's disciples will never change the divination results."

"Who wants you to change it?" Feng Zhiwei stood up and laughed lazily, "Dama ala, you look bad and often have insomnia, right? But it doesn't matter. Soon, you'll be able to sleep well

She turned and left with a smile. Her light pace led to a flash of oil lamp fire. In the flickering light and shadow, the old Lama raised his eyelids, looked at her back, and murmured: "the wolf came to the grassland..."

"What kind of cloth do you think is good for baby diapers? Do you use sago in summer? Or cotton? Can you get sore with heat? " In the back hall, Hua Qiong grabs Liu Mudan and asks incessantly, touching her stomach, "Oh He's making a mess of me tonight

"Cotton cloth is fine. We don't pay as much attention to the grassland as the Central Plains..." Liu Mudan gently stroked her stomach and asked anxiously, "go to see a doctor? You child, I said you would ask for a medical officer. Why didn't you... "

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor.

As soon as Liu Mudan's hand was loosened, Hua Qiong Shua sat up and stretched out his waist. He said with a smile, "Oh, what kind of medical officer do you want? I'm ready. "She got up with clear eyes and neat movements, walked around the room at full speed, and spread her hand to Liu Mudan. "Your words are more useful than panacea. I'm in a good mood now!"

Liu Mudan looked up at the pregnant woman who was just dying. His expression on his face was very wonderful. His nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes.

"All right?" Feng Zhiwei stepped in with a foot and said with a smile, "it's really troublesome for peony flowers. Peony flowers come out and nobody can stop them."

"No one can stop Hua Qiong." The Peony Rose with a smile, "OK, her spirit is good, I've been used up, you've also left, I'll continue to walk."

"Help yourself." Feng Zhi smiles and sees the queen mother of peony run away. She turns to Hua Qiong, who complacently touches her stomach and praises her son, and says, "one thing doesn't bother two masters. Tomorrow I have to borrow your big belly."

The breath of the grassland in the morning is fresh and bright. It shines on the royal court with black tiles and white walls. Therefore, the second Potala Palace on the high hill is pure and noble.

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