Chapter 532

Mrs. Bo gradually calmed down, lying in bed, with her empty eyes open and motionless.

Bo YuXun tucked her in and whispered, "go to bed early. Tomorrow is a good day."

When he got up to go, his hand was suddenly held.

Bo YuXun turned and looked, and a hand like a withered vine caught him.

"Something big will happen tomorrow."

Bo YuXun was stunned and said softly, "there will be no accident with me. You can sleep at ease."

"Ah Xun, do you still remember the legend of the Hu family's treasure?"

Bo YuXun said, "isn't it a rumor?"

Mrs. Bo shook her head. "These days, I've been thinking about some things when I was young. At that time, I was young. Now I think it's all a trap carefully designed by others, and I paid a painful price for it."

Bo YuXun sat down again: "speak slowly."

The wind outside the window melts into the long night, which is difficult to settle down.

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"Xiao Ye, Jiang Chunlan has a move over there." Ye Jian walked in quickly to report the news.

The man sitting on the sofa suddenly coagulated his eyes and said quietly, "say."

"Bo Yujiang drove into Mr. Cheng's son at the intersection of Qishan a few days ago. If it weren't for the eldest lady, I'm afraid the consequences would be unimaginable. She killed two birds with one stone."

Ran Tengxiao frowned: "is she from Jiang Chunlan?"

"Her identity has been identified. She is from WT, code named sunflower. Thirteen years ago, under the operation of Jiang Chunlan, she became Mrs. Bo's long lost daughter, but in fact, she was just a fake."

"Fake?" Ran Tengxiao's sword eyebrow was locked: "so long ago, she began to layout."

The woman is too ambitious. "What does she want?"

Or what does she want from Bo Jia?

If the Bo family offends the Cheng family with Bo Yujiang's identity, the chess pieces she has been planning for decades will be completely exposed, unless she doesn't want to play this game anymore.

Ran Tengxiao thought of Bo YuXun. When he was in Jiangzhou, his attitude towards Bo Yujiang was somewhat intriguing. Maybe someone forced her to explode.

Ran Tengxiao suddenly felt that he had forgotten something. The thread was floating in his mind. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not grasp it.

This sense of powerlessness raised a trace of frustration at the bottom of his heart.

"Xiao Ye, this Jiang Chunlan is too insidious. One Yujiang is not enough, and another sunflower. She is playing everyone as a fool..."

Ran Tengxiao suddenly looked up and looked like a torch: "Yujiang?"

He suddenly stood up and his pupils shrank with shock. "I see."

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Zheng Qing stroked the embroidered cheongsam with his fingers and murmured, "it's so beautiful. Congyan, you're so powerful."

Cong Yan said with a smile, "I designed this dress for the mirror. She surprised me when she tried it on a few days ago. Just for perfection, I made some detailed modifications, and finally didn't delay you."

Mingjing is wearing a plain dress, holding a pot ear, pouring a cup of tea and putting it on the table in front of the smoke.

Cong Yan glanced at the mirror and asked tentatively, "will the mirror wear this cheongsam to attend important occasions tomorrow?"

The mirror looks at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing felt guilty and immediately laughed: "yes, by the way, is Jin Jin all right recently?"

When I mentioned my son, Cong Yan's smile became more gentle: "that boy has become more and more naughty recently. I'd better not bring trouble to you."

Cong Yan looked at the time: "it's late. I should go back. I have to attend an elder's birthday party tomorrow."

Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows: "Mrs. Bo?"

Cong Yan said in surprise, "you know."

Zheng Qingxiao: "this is the biggest excitement in Jingzhou recently. Mrs. Bo is well versed in Chinese and Western learning and has high moral integrity. If you can see her with your own eyes, you will be lucky to see her."

"There will be a chance later."

Zheng Qing took the man to the door, watched the man enter the elevator, smiled and waved, "see you tomorrow."

Zheng Qing closed the door, turned around and saw the girl sitting on the sofa, silently drinking tea, rushed over and hugged her shoulder.

"Go with me tomorrow."

The girl's eyelashes are slightly drooping, and her face looks like the best white jade. It is warm and cold.

"Why?"

"I can't bully you any more, because I can't rely on you any more." Zheng Qing's words are unequivocal.

"I don't believe you can really give up. Ah Yu, those are also your relatives. Have you never thought of going back to see them? Do you have the heart to let a bitch occupy the magpie's nest and destroy the home that belongs to you?"

The girl's voice was almost inaudible: "Jiang Yu is dead."

Zheng Qing grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at herself: "Jiang Yu is dead, but you're alive. You're a mirror and Jiang Yu. Don't run away. Have you ever thought about why God gave you a second life?"

Mingjing looked up and looked into Zheng Qing's eyes, "for atonement."

"Also to make up for it."

The mirror frowned and murmured, "make up?"

"You saved Cheng Junze. You see, fate has pointed out a bright way for you."

"At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you in the garage. Decide your own life."

With that said, Zheng Qing got up and left.

After taking two steps, she looked sideways and said, "I got the information that Jiang Chunlan will fight against the Bo family tomorrow. If you really decide to cut off your relationship, the Bo family and you will be completely strangers from now on."

Leave without turning back.

After sitting for a while, Mingjing got up and went to the balcony. The strong wind blew on his face with the cold. The sky was like ink splashing, with neither stars nor moon, deep and depressed.

The brain keeps awake in the cold, and those dusty memories emerge from the deep sea bit by bit under the stimulation of cold.

Jiang Yu's body dies, but the memory remains in her soul forever.

Those past has long been annihilated with time. Nothing in the world will remain unchanged forever. One day, she will usher in the end of her life.

At that time, whether it is Mingjing or Jiang Yu, it will completely disappear from this world.

When someone comes to this world, he always wants to leave something, which is the value of human existence.

As for Mingjing, she comes naked and disappears when she leaves. It's best if she can erase all traces of existence and no one will remember her existence.

She does not need people to remember her, nor does she need to highlight the value of being a human being. The causes of the world converge and disperse, which is nothing more than internal causes and external causes. Apart from the factors of causes and causes, there is nothing in the world.

That is, the so-called karma generates law and self nature is empty.

The mirror spreads out the palm, and the vertical and horizontal lines are like the paths in the fields, just like this life.

She looked at the other hand. If she held a knife in her hand and cut off all the fetters of the two lives, she could get rid of it.

I don't know when snowflakes are floating in the sky, blowing all over my shoulders and eyebrows with the cold night.

"Originally, I am a layman after all."

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On the 21st day of the first month of the ninth lunar month, it is appropriate to offer sacrifices and marry.

When Huaiqing opened the door, a snowflake brushed his face, and a trace of coolness soaked into his skin, which made his dizzy mind clear for a moment.

"It's snowing." Huai Qing stepped out of the door, went to the eaves and stretched out her hand.

At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was as dark as thick ink, and the snowflakes fell from the sky. The light posture was like a dancing spirit.

Huaiqing murmured, "don't complain about the cold spring. This winter will be very long."

He rubbed his hands and Huaiqing went back to the room and added a cotton padded jacket. Then he went to prepare for today's banquet.

At five o'clock sharp, the chef team invited from Dechang building entered the kitchen with large and small boxes. Today, there are many people with mixed eyes. We must ensure that no link can go wrong. Huaiqing must give instructions in place for every detail. She is like a top, rotates tirelessly, and everything is arranged in good order.

At seven o'clock sharp, Huaiqing arranged someone to stare at the scene, while she went to serve the old lady to get up.

Most people can't do this job, and no one has the patience to serve a blind old woman. Only Huaiqing has repeated the same work day by day for decades, and has never complained more than half.

"Old lady, Huai Qing wishes you happiness like the flowing water in the East China Sea and a longer life than the pine in the south mountain. Today is your good day. You see, even God has congratulated you on your birthday. It cleared the frost and covered your head all night and sent you a heavy snow."

The old lady sat up from the bed supported by Huaiqing and listened quietly.

"When I heard the sound of bamboo folding, it was a sudden snowfall at night."

Huaiqing said with a smile: "the old lady is indeed a cultural person. It's a beautiful description."

The old lady shook her head. "May the heavy snow wash away all the filth."

Huaiqing took a red Tang suit from the shelf on one side, "old lady, let's put on our clothes."

The clothes are exquisitely embroidered on the chest and made of coiled white jade. The collar and cuffs are white fluff, which is both festive and elegant. When the old lady was young, she was a great beauty standing out from the crowd. Although the twilight was getting smaller and smaller, her body was haggard, and her temperament embedded in her soul was renewed by the years. The lively color added a little more blood color to the old lady's skin color and added dignity and kindness.

Huaiqing holds the old lady sitting in front of the dressing table and combs her silver hair with a wooden comb. The old lady never dyes her hair. She accepts the color given to her by the years. The silver is like the frost and snow shed by the moonlight. It's so beautiful.

"Old lady, your hair is very good." Huaiqing looked at the old man in the mirror, "when you were young, you must be a great beauty with national beauty."

Even if you are old, you are the most beautiful old man.

It's true that years never defeat beauty.

If those exhausted eyes point into the starlight, what brilliance it is.

Huaiqing felt a touch of regret at the bottom of her heart.

The old lady was stunned and stretched out her hand to gently touch the mirror. Her gentle action seemed to touch the face in her memory.

"It's been 80 years since the young lady flicked her fingers at the old and defrosted in autumn."

How many eighty years of life? In this way, she is also satisfied.

Huaiqing skillfully coiled a silver wire, and the old man handed her a wooden hairpin.

This is the wooden hairpin worn by the old lady all the year round. The hairpin head is carved with magnolias. It is simple and elegant. It was carved by the deceased old man and given to the old lady as a token of love. The old lady has always been around.

Huaiqing smiled and said, "old lady, you are the birthday star today. You have to dress up gracefully."

Then he picked up an exquisite wooden box on the table and opened it. Inside, there was a green jade hairpin, which was green and clean. The hairpin head was carved with auspicious cloud patterns, which was simple and elegant.

"This is your birthday gift from the young master. The young master is filial. Do you know the old lady?"

The old lady stroked the jade hairpin and smiled gradually: "OK, wear it today."

Huaiqing took a jade hairpin and gently inserted it into the silver bun. Silver and green color match each other, which is wonderful.

Serving the old lady after breakfast, the time came to eight o'clock sharp.

Ji Rouen yawned. As soon as he opened the door, he shivered coldly: "why is it snowing? Bad luck."

She had foreseen that today's birthday party would not be peaceful.

Ji Rouen hummed a tune. After washing, he called Ye Qingxing.

As soon as he turned around, he was startled: "you child, why don't you walk quietly?"

Thin lotus leaf's eyes were faint: "Mom, who are you calling?"

Ji Rouen coughed softly, "give it to your grandmother and ask her when she will arrive, so that I can pick her up at the door."

"Really? There are a lot of guests here today. There must be something you can't take into account. It's time for you, the housewife, to show."

Ji Rouen glanced: "there's the girl Huaiqing. What can I do for her? She's done everything."

"Mom, have you forgotten that Huaiqing is just a servant girl of Bo family and will never be able to ascend the hall of elegance."

Ji Rouen thought, "don't worry, your mother knows."

Bo Lianye looked at the Fen white in the courtyard. The Spring Festival Hall in the distance was being arranged in an orderly way. Xiumei frowned: "I don't know my sister-in-law today..."

"Lotus leaf." Thin jade slips walked out of the door of the library and waved to her.

Thin lotus leaf hurried over: "father."

For example, the girl who is about seven or eight years old in the song Orchid Pavilion should be the youngest one in the song Orchid Pavilion's family. She should be the one you like the most

Thin lotus leaf was stunned and subconsciously looked up at thin jade slips.

Father was reminding her.

She thought of her father's position and adhered to the family style of the Bo family. Even in his official career, her father was always low-key and never formed a party for personal gain.

However, the Qu family... My father has made a choice.

Bo Yujian raised her hand and patted her on the shoulder: "lotus leaf, you are a smart child. You must know what to do. By the way, I remember the third young master of the Qu family, who is about your age. They are all peers and should have many common topics. You should treat the third young master well and don't lose the face of our Bo family."

Bo Lianye's heart sank to the bottom of the valley and looked up at the man in front of him quietly.

"Dad..."

Thin jade Jane smiled and touched her head: "lotus leaf, dress up well, Dad believes you."

The words fell back and turned away.

Under the eaves, the wind and snow remained the same, and the thin lotus leaves suddenly felt cold all over and trembled uncontrollably.