Chapter 498

The main hall is majestic and solemn, and the Golden Buddha smiles with flowers.

The table in front of the Buddha provides fragrant flowers, vegetables and fruits. Walking all the way in, countless long-term lights are lit on both sides, making the hall shine like day.

Sandalwood is faint and tranquil.

The thin lotus leaf helped the thin old lady step into the door of the temple, trembling under the heart of the Golden Buddha's long lamp in front of him, and his expression was more respectful.

The ground is paved with gold bricks, which can be seen by light. It is said that it comes from the largest kiln brick firing center in the moon Dynasty, which is specially fired for the imperial palace. Xiangguo Temple is the Huguo Xiangsi temple. The amnesty gold bricks are named as gold bricks because they are firm and fine in texture and sound like metal. It can be said that each gold brick on the ground has a history of hundreds of years.

Old lady Bo looked solemn and walked slowly on the gold brick step by step. She took three pillars of incense from master Mingdeng. Her left hand was up and her right hand was down. She broke away from the help of thin lotus leaves and knelt down slowly from the futon.

"The believer Murong frost is seventy to nine. May all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas bless me, so that I can have a lot of paramita, such as great compassion, Bodhi Heart, giving, keeping precepts, humiliation, refinement and meditation wisdom, and get rid of the suffering of reincarnation, with a view to the Bodhi fruit position of permanent happiness."

Three kowtows and nine obeisances, the lights are always on.

At this time, fireworks are in full bloom and the new year is coming.

"Dong Dong Dong" three bells and drums hit from the southeast, shaking the deaf and enlightening the past and the present, just like the washing of the soul by the god Buddha, washing away all dirt and ushering in a new life.

Bo YuXun stood at the door of the hall, looking at the fireworks in the sky, listening to the aftersound of bells and drums, and his state of mind was miraculously calm.

Bo Lianye knelt down with old lady Bo and kowtowed solidly.

What are you asking for?

The country is beautiful, the family is healthy, and the future is good.

As a three good student in the new era, she has always thought that this is feudal dross. It's better to concentrate on God and Buddha than to work hard by herself.

But now kneeling in front of the statue of Buddha, smelling the sound of bells and drums, and smelling the faint sandalwood at the tip of her nose, her heart was also irresistibly pious.

This is probably the power of faith.

Seeing old lady Bo back to the meditation room for a rest, Bo Lianye didn't feel sleepy at all. When she went out, she saw Bo YuXun standing under the eaves, and Bo Lianye walked over with a smile.

"Uncle, don't you want anything? Do as the Romans do. What if the Buddha hears your prayer and helps you?"

Bo YuXun shook his head. "The Buddha can't help me."

Thin lotus leaf stared at him blankly. The man in front of him was like a fog, visible and unable to grasp.

"Go to bed early." Bo YuXun gave an instruction and left the backyard.

Different from the silence in the backyard, the front hall is brightly lit, and there is an endless stream of people coming to offer incense.

Bo YuXun found a secluded place and could see the green brick road in front of the hall. People came and went, incense was in full bloom, and fireworks were everywhere in the world.

Thinking of something, he took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket. The mobile phone was turned on and muted, but he didn't know how many unread messages there were in just a few minutes.

No one dared to call to harass him and sent him blessing messages.

There are colleagues in the hospital, college students and friends with jet lag abroad.

Bo YuXun crossed one by one, and finally his eyes fell on the head of the mirror.

It is a quiet lotus, as clean as herself.

The chat box is clean.

At this time, she's probably asleep.

Bo YuXun was holding his mobile phone and his mood was complicated.

As expected, Bo Yujiang ascended the door of the Chiang family, which has exposed her relationship with Jiang Chunlan, which is enough to prove that her dove occupying the magpie's nest is a man-made conspiracy.

He is not afraid to scare the snake. Only when the snake shows its head can he hold it seven inches and get the answer he wants.

He looked back at the brightly lit Buddha Hall. The Buddha looked at the world with compassionate eyes, spreading great love and transforming the world.

If the Buddha has eyes, bless the little sister to be wronged.

If you are reborn, please vote for a good family. Your parents are alive, your family is rich, safe, happy and happy.

This is the only wish.

——

Zhao ninghan woke up at noon the next day.

Zhao's mother rushed up and cried, "Han Han, you finally wake up. You're going to scare your mother to death."

Zhao ninghan blinked and stared at the ceiling above her head. Her brain was still confused.

She turned her head and looked at the arm full of tubes, with some confusion in her eyes.

With a slight movement, the tearing pain in her lower abdomen came, which made her subconsciously take a breath.

"Don't move. You've just had an operation. The effect of anesthesia has just passed. The doctor ordered you to stay in bed for rest these days."

"I..." Zhao ninghan opened her mouth and found that her voice was hoarse.

Zhao's mother quickly fed her water: "the doctor said that you can only eat liquid food these two days. You can bear it. When you get well, your mother will cook delicious food for you every day."

Zhao ninghan felt better after drinking water to moisten her throat. She suddenly grabbed Zhao's mother's hand and eagerly asked, "where's my child? Have you saved it?"

Zhao's mother's eyes flushed and said softly, "I'm still young, and there will be children in the future."

Zhao ninghan's face turned pale for a moment, biting his lower lip, "bright mirror."

She pronounced the name almost gnashing her teeth.

"Where's Song Sheng?" That's the one she's holding on to now.

Zhao's mother looked at the door and said, "I was still there last night. I don't know when I left. Han Han, is this Mr. Song reliable? I don't think he cares much about you. It's his child."

Zhao ninghan is a little upset. She doesn't open the pot. She's really her mother.

Zhao ninghan drooped her eyebrows and eyes and was in a bad mood. Zhao's mother was still nagging: "you said you were going to the Spring Festival Gala. I had already told the young ladies and sisters that they would stay in front of the TV to watch your program and praise me for raising an excellent daughter, but they didn't see you all night. Those little sisters spoke awkwardly and annoyed me to death..."

Zhao ninghan took a deep breath and endured a knife on the prefix.

Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open and a young female doctor came in. Zhao ninghan had some impression of her. It seemed that she had performed the operation on herself last night.

"Wake up." The female doctor grew up with beautiful faces and eyes. She smiled with a peach blossom like sweetness, giving people a sense of approachability.

Zhao ninghan has good eyesight. She sees the work permit hanging on her chest. She is a resident of Obstetrics and Gynecology - ye Qingxing.

Ye Qingxing came up to check Zhao ninghan's body: "in the first two days, we should prevent wound infection and complications. If you have any discomfort, you must tell me in time."

Then the deciduous green apricot sighed deeply: "it's a pity that you are so young."

Zhao ninghan suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

Next to Zhao's mother asked, "Dr. ye, can my daughter still get pregnant?"

Hearing this problem, ye Qingxing's face was more compassionate. "I didn't have time to tell you last night because it was sent too late and there was serious bleeding. In order to save your life, I can only choose to remove the uterus. As a doctor, I really can't bear it, but it's helpless."

"Boom" was like a bolt from the blue. Zhao ninghan was stupid.

Zhao's mother was also stunned. She grabbed ye Qingxing's wrist unbelievably, and her voice was sharp and harsh: "what did you say?"

When ye Qingxing was caught, she felt pain, stabilized her mind, and comforted again: "there is no way. I know what it means to lose a womb for a woman, but Miss Zhao, I've tried my best..."

Her face showed some hesitation, and she wanted to stop talking. Zhao's mother eagerly asked, "speak quickly."

Ye Qingxing bit her teeth and seemed to make up her mind: "Miss Zhao's ectopic pregnancy was not dangerous at all. It's just a small operation. The bad thing is that it was sent too late and delayed the best operation time. It's a pity."

Zhao's mother covered her face and cried bitterly, "my poor daughter, you are still so young."

Zhao ninghan was lying on the hospital bed, numb, dazed and painful.

Two tears spilled from the eyes and fell on the pillow towel.

Ye Qingxing pretended to inadvertently remind: "the young woman who sent Miss Zhao last night, I wonder if Miss Zhao has an impression? If there is any contradiction, it's better to wait until the injury is cured. Nothing is physically important."

Zhao ninghan remembered that Mingjing sent her to the hospital last night.

Zhao ninghan doesn't accept this feeling. If it weren't for her, she wouldn't have a miscarriage, let alone lose her uterus, and would never be a mother.

The doctor also said that it was a minor operation. She sent it too late.

Whether Mingjing is intentional or not, this account can only and must be counted on her.

Ye Qingxing looked at the mother and daughter who were trapped in grief or anger in front of her. The corners of her mouth pulled up a smile, fleeting, as if she had never appeared.

She said gently and considerately, "I'm on duty these days. If I have something to do, I'll ring the bell and the nurse will call me."

Zhao ninghan was not in the mood to talk to her, but he was also his own chief surgeon. He said with a smile: "please, doctor Ye."

"This is my duty as a doctor. Don't thank Miss Zhao."

Ye Qingxing leaves the ward, closes the door of the sick room, listens to the painful cry inside the door, and her fingertips tremble slightly.

She didn't know whether to be happy or glad that the disaster had passed.

Taking a deep breath, ye Qingxing returned to the office. When she passed the nurse desk, she asked the nurse on duty, "Xiaoxiao, where is the young girl who sent Miss Zhao last night?"

LV Xiaoxiao shook his head: "it should be gone. The more I think about it, the more familiar I look. Do you know who she is?"

A mysterious and excited face.

Ye Qingxing's heart jumped suddenly. Is there a big reason?

She asked quietly, "can you be more famous than Miss Zhao?"

"It was impossible before, but I'm not sure later."

LV Xiaoxiao said, taking out his mobile phone and handing it to ye Qingxing: "I know you didn't have time to watch the Spring Festival Gala last night, but as long as you watch it, you must be deeply impressed by this person. She is now popular in the whole network and has no worse popularity than Zhao ninghan."

On the mobile phone screen is the girl who caught a glimpse last night. Standing on the largest stage, she is calm and calm, has a beautiful voice, her eyes are like stars, in full bloom, unforgettable and amazing.

After watching the program, ye Qingxing frowned and said, "Mingjing? So she's called Mingjing."

"It's more than that. She's from Jiangzhou. She's the famous Miss h Road, but she's world-famous for her charity. Do you think it's wonderful?"

Hearing that ye Qingxing was from Jiangzhou, she put down half her heart.

Jiangzhou is high in the sky and far away from the emperor. It's really not enough to see it everywhere in Jingzhou.

She returned her mobile phone to LV Xiaoxiao: "I'm a very excellent person. Unfortunately, I have some contradictions with Miss Zhao. If these messages are leaked out, I'm afraid those fans of Miss Zhao will not be so friendly to her. Xiaoxiao, pay attention, don't leak your mouth, which will bring unnecessary trouble to Miss Zhao and the little girl."

Then he left the nurse desk and went back to the office.

LV Xiaoxiao's eyes turned. Dr. Ye's words reminded her that if she broke the news to the marketing number, it must be the whole network fryer.

However, in view of her professional quality, she still dare not disclose the information. In case Zhao ninghan is investigated afterwards, she can't afford to go away.

But if you hold it like this, it will kill you. It's like holding a peerless treasure, but you can't let people see the pearl light. It's a pity.

After the Spring Festival Gala, in addition to New Year greetings, the whole network is now full of hot spots to discuss last night's program. The only two fried points are qufeitai and Mingjing.

Needless to say, with a cool and handsome red leather coat and stable singing skills, Qu Feitai once again makes people appreciate the style of Xiao Tianwang.

Der Spiegel also took this stage to open its popularity.

Young people are amazed at their appearance. After all, today's young people are known as the appearance Association. Such amazing beauty brings a glimmer of light to the gloomy entertainment circle.

However, the people captured by the mirror are more middle-aged and elderly groups.

There is such an interesting post in a forum - the title is about how many people like bright mirror.

As soon as the mirror appeared, my grandmother, who has been fasting and chanting Buddhism all year round, knelt on the ground and called the Bodhisattva to manifest her spirit. I'll be good. My grandmother knows the Pearl with her eyes.

The replies under the forum have been more than 1000, all with goodwill ridicule.

——My mother said that this woman has a Buddhist appearance. It's a pity that she doesn't become a monk. Then I checked on the Internet and found that she is really a Buddhist. It's amazing.

——It's a pity to become a monk. Such a beautiful face, in its prime of life, facing the Green Lantern ancient Buddha for a lifetime, is simply amassing natural things.

——The old man's eyes are vicious. He can see the Buddha's appearance of Mingjing at a glance. They all say that the appearance is born by the heart, which is enough to show that Mingjing is really a compassionate person. No matter how good his acting skills are, he can't deceive those experienced old people.

——She and the little boy named Deng Yang really moved me. Everyone should learn from the mirror to do good and accumulate virtue.

LV Xiaoxiao rummaged through the hot search, and almost all the entertainment lists were covered by Mingjing and qufeitai.

At this time, someone in the group of girlfriends bubbled and sent a picture.

LV Xiaoxiao opened it to see the picture of Mingjing on the program.

——What brand is this skirt, @ Xiaoxiao, aren't you a fashion baixiaosheng? Check it for me. It's the same one.

——Emo... This dress looks good, but it also selects people. People wear fairy clothes to come to earth. If we wear it, it's dancing God

LV Xiaoxiao almost laughed, but it's true that this skirt is beautiful. Only a tall body and a dusty and cold temperament can wear the effect. Ordinary people wear it, not to mention jumping, and it's almost the same as throwing a basin.

LV Xiaoxiao couldn't help typing in the group - she saw a real person in the middle of the night last night. Apart from anything else, she was the only one who could wear this dress. Ordinary people don't think about it.

The crowd was silent for a long time and the fryer was.