Chapter 52

Lin Qing hurried out and was bumping into the mirror ready to go downstairs.

"Bright mirror."

The mirror stopped and looked at her quietly.

Lin Qing took a deep breath. She didn't make up and looked a little haggard. She was more gentle than the fierce sword.

She looked downstairs and said sadly, "it used to be my mother who was sorry for you. My mother apologized to you. My mother doesn't expect your forgiveness, but can you save shaodan for the sake of shaodan and your compatriots? Now the only thing that can save him is you. As long as you can save shaodan, my mother promises that she will never hurt you again and will be twice as kind to you."

He was about to kneel down. Uncle Wen exclaimed behind him, "Madam..."

The mirror looked quietly.

Lin Qing knelt halfway and saw that the other party was indifferent. It was neither kneeling nor not kneeling.

As soon as I looked up, the girl's dark and deep eyes looked quietly, like a millennium old well, with no waves, mysterious and dangerous.

Lin Qing's face is somewhat embarrassed. Is this girl's heart made of stone?

"Those who plant the cause must eat the fruit. I wish shaodan the end. It's the consequence of your indulgence and indulgence. If you encounter power today, what should you do if you don't control and cause great disaster in the future?" The cool and gentle voice of the mirror came quietly, and Lin Qing's heart jumped with horror word by word.

She murmured, "whose children are so spoiled? He is the only seedling of Zhu family."

"Ridiculous, do you wish your family has a throne to inherit? How about other children? That's the business of other families. Do you follow the fashion, ideas and education? What did you bring him into the world, regardless of his drunken and rich life? A waste, a dandy and kidnapped in the name of doting? This is what you call love. In fact, it's just selfish , just to satisfy your self moving maternal love, it's not love, it's destroying him. "

Lin Qing's face became whiter and whiter. He opened his mouth to argue, but he was speechless.

Uncle Wen took a deep look at the mirror. If it wasn't for the wrong time, he really wanted to applaud.

That's right. He had repeatedly implicitly advised his wife before, but her wife didn't listen at all. A loving mother loses more children. This is an eternal truth.

It's time for madam to wake up after the young master's accident.

"Why are men more valuable than women? Women are good at leaping and bounds, opening up new territories, Wu Zetian is good at breaking opportunities, women are emperor, Li Qingzhao is amazing, and a generation of literary giants. Which of these women is worse than men? As a woman, you should understand that women are not easy in life, and teach your son what respect is, rather than bullying men and women by relying on power and money. One day he will be in prison When I cried to you about why you didn't persuade him at the beginning, I regretted that for you, it was a heart torture of tossing and turning every night. "

"It's a lesson for him this time. If you're really good for him, you should think about what to do in the future."

Then he turned and went downstairs.

After taking two steps, her side eyes said faintly: "I promised a person that I wouldn't let him have anything. This time, it's him that is the real growth."

Lin Qing murmured, "am I really wrong?"

Uncle Wen sighed: "madam, Miss Mingjing is right."

Zhu Xiangxiang stood at the door, looking bleary.

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When they went out of Zhu's house, Bai Ziyan glanced at the mirror. "I always think I underestimated you. Just listening to you, I won't read for ten years. I've been taught."

"But then, Zhu shaodan is your own brother. You don't feel bad at all?"

"People have to pay for what they do. What's special about him?"

Bai Ziyan compared a thumb, "say it, how do you want me to teach him?"

"You can do whatever you want and let it go."

Bai Ziyan asked curiously, "you just said you promised someone. Who did you promise? How can I think more and more wrong?"

The bright mirror's eyes flashed slightly, turned the Buddha beads, and said faintly, "old friend."

Bai Ziyan touched his chin and stopped worrying about the topic. Instead, he asked, "according to you, bullying people with power is a dandy waste. What about me? Am I also a dandy waste in your eyes?"

The mirror glanced at him: "Buddhists believe in the lives of all people. All dharmas are idealistic. If they understand, all living beings are Buddha. If they are confused, all living beings are Buddha. Buddha and all living beings are equal. However, since feudal society, imperial power is supreme. How can there be real equality? Within the scope of extreme power, they can really do whatever they want, such as ancient emperors. Do they believe in Buddhism? No, they just use Buddhism to consolidate power and educate people's faith. Everyone Equality is the ultimate ideal pursued by mankind. However, since the creation of the world, the differences and classes of human society have never really disappeared. From this point of view, you are a smart dandy. "

The rules of the game of human class, at his young age, have been playing very smoothly.

Bai Ziyan rolled his eyes and said, "the big principles are set by set. I really don't know whether you praise me or hurt me."

Bai Ziyan thought of something and looked at her up and down: "you really have no desire and no desire to learn Buddhism? You are a young girl. I don't believe you won't have a spring heart."

"Love leads to worry, love leads to fear. If you leave the lover, there is neither worry nor fear." The girl's indifferent and ethereal voice seemed to come from the distant sky. Her expression had an unspeakable compassion, which made Bai Ziyan uncomfortable.

"I don't believe that people have seven emotions and six desires. If not, we'll see. I'll see if you really have no desires."

The mirror laughed it off.

The driver waited at the gate, and the two took the bus to the racetrack in the western suburb.

On the way, Bai Ziyan calls Jiang Jinchen and Gao Chang respectively. Gao Chang agrees. Jiang Jinchen refuses on the grounds of learning. Bai Ziyan moves out of the mirror. The other party is silent and hangs up.

The racetrack in the western suburb is built in the rolling countryside, which reflects the surrounding green rural scenery. On the east of the racetrack is a grandstand that can accommodate 30000 spectators, and on the west is a majestic horse house. The racetrack is also equipped with five-star hotels, restaurants, natatoriums and museums. Horse racing is a very expensive sport and has always been a way of entertainment for the rich, Therefore, people in and out of here are either rich or expensive.

It was still early. Bai Ziyan and Mingjing went to the restaurant first and ordered a glass of juice while drinking.

It's almost noon. There are many guests in the restaurant.

At this time, two men in black came in. They looked serious, their footwall was steady, and their steps were very regular. They looked quickly around the restaurant, walked to the window seat and sat down. Their eyes were still looking at the restaurant. They seemed to be looking for something?

The bright white fingers gently stir the juice in the glass.

Bai Ziyan was playing with his mobile phone in the sofa, unaware of everything.

At this time, a waitress walked past the mirror with a cup of coffee. The woman was thin, and her rigid uniform still couldn't hide her romantic beauty. However, her face was extremely ordinary, which made people feel regret.

At the moment of passing, the mirror stirred the hand of the juice, and the pulp rolled in the glass,

One of the two men in black looked at the woman's back.

The mirror squinted and suddenly got up: "I'll go to the bathroom."

Bai Ziyan gave a careless "um".

The internal structure of the restaurant is a square. The outer walkway surrounds the whole restaurant for a week. The woman didn't return the same way when she delivered the coffee, but went out from the front and turned into the bathroom.

The two men looked at each other, and one of them caught up.

The woman took a dagger from under the washstand in the bathroom and wiped it gently with a paper towel. An ordinary face was reflected in the mirror, but her eyes were very beautiful and cold.

Footsteps came from the door. The woman curled her lips coldly, hid in the corner of the wall and raised her dagger high in one hand.

Suddenly, she frowned, the footsteps were wrong, light and heavy, light in front and heavy in back.