The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 1400

Pei Shuyu dared not have any more thoughts, but her heart remained as calm as an old well. "My second cousin has a good nature, and I think he can treat me well." He was a thousand times better than the arrogant and aloof man.

"My second brother is also studying hard, and he will surely achieve great things in the future. Although he cannot compare to the nobles, he is not inferior. Sister Shuyu, if you marry my second brother, you will have a stable life."

A woman who wanders aimlessly, isn't her only wish for a stable life?

Pei Shuyu concealed the bitterness in her heart, nodded slightly, and looked up, "My cousin's advice to me is something I should also tell myself."

"I've long forgotten."

That handsome young man, with his bright and shining eyes that could hold all the world's wonders, could not see her.

She wanted to step forward, but the beauty of Madam Song touched a raw nerve in her heart, revealing her inferiority complex. She couldn't compare to her... she couldn't even compare to a single strand of Madam Song's hair.

“Good sister, let’s just consider this a dream. Life in the capital is too noisy and may not suit our personalities.”

The swaying carriage finally came to a stop.

The old women in the oxcart, half-soaked from the rain, trotted up to us and said, "Ladies, we've arrived at Longen Temple. Madam would like you to get off the cart."

The two men, supported by the maid, lifted the carriage curtain and got out of the carriage.

As Mei Qingyu predicted, after the rain stopped, Longen Temple was filled with fresh air and was very quiet. The heavy rain that had fallen early in the morning had stopped many worshippers. Now that the government's convoy had stopped, they were the first group of guests to offer incense today.

The monks in charge of Longen Temple were waiting at the entrance early in the morning. They greeted Pei Chen, Pei Hua, Xiao Bei and other young men, saying, "We are sorry for not welcoming you properly, but we hope you will forgive us for our great honor."

"Master, you are too kind. It is we ordinary people who have disturbed the tranquility of the Buddhist temple. Please forgive us."

After exchanging pleasantries and courtesies, they led the women inside, with Madam Mei and Xiao Yinxiu leading the way, each supported by a maid, as they entered the main hall.

Following them were Gu Shi, Qi Yueniang, and Xu Lingqiao. The young ladies and grandmothers, supported by their maids, entered in a colorful procession, adding much brightness to this quiet and deserted Buddhist temple.

The last person to get off the bus was Song Guanzhou. Despite using crutches, she walked almost as fast as an able-bodied person. Because they were going out that day, Ren Dong and the others still put in a lot of effort to dress her up in a new outfit.

Song Guanzhou was dressed in a fashionable double-bun hairstyle, wearing an orange-yellow brocade narrow-sleeved spring shirt with ink-splashed flowers and rain-like patterns, and a white silk gauze long skirt with gold-embroidered threads. He was also wearing a pair of pearl-studded upturned shoes. Ren Dong took a shawl, but Song Guanzhou disliked it.

“My legs are weak and I don’t have a spare hand to hold the shawl. Please prepare a plain old-fashioned garment. If the wind makes me feel cold, I can put it on.”

This light yet youthful and lively outfit is even more special than the brocade dresses worn by the ladies before her.

Although the girls were dressed charmingly, they were still unmarried and dressed modestly and shyly, often covering their faces with round fans.

Compared to Song Guanzhou, he lacked a graceful and generous demeanor.

She led Ren Dong and the others into the main hall. Longen Temple was ancient and grand, and Song Guanzhou found it quite interesting to visit as a tourist attraction.

When the abbot personally chanted the sutras and the entire Duke's mansion knelt and bowed along with Madam Mei, Xiao Yinxiu, Song Guanzhou moved outside.

Xiao Bei and the others had already finished kneeling and bowing in the first group. Seeing her come out now, they couldn't help but tease her, "Guan Zhou's legs can't kneel, why didn't you wait inside to offer incense?"

If we're talking about bad luck, no one can be as unlucky as Song Guanzhou.

Song Guanzhou waved her hand, found a wooden chair and sat down. She put down her cane and placed it in front of her face, then shook her head. Pei Hua came to her rescue, "Sister-in-law, you are not feeling well. Why don't you ask a maid or servant to kneel and pray on your behalf? Sincerity will bring results."

“Brother Hua is right. All my maids and servants are inside kowtowing. I saw them kowtowing so hard they wanted to break their foreheads.”

"They are also begging you to have fewer illnesses and misfortunes."

To be honest, Song Guanzhou was a materialist by nature and did not believe in gods or Buddhas at all. In modern society, she liked to visit temples to see their unique architectural styles.

Before long, after burning incense, Zhang Fanghui, who was also unable to kneel, helped Granny Li out.

"Guanzhou, how about we go draw lots and have our fortunes told?"

Just like in modern times, the temple is a complete package. Song Guanzhou was not interested. "Sister-in-law can go. I have never believed in these things. I will say something disrespectful and offend Buddha."

Yo!

Xiao Bei glanced sideways, "Guan Zhou doesn't believe in these things?" With a flick of his wide sleeve, he pointed at the clay sculptures of gods and Buddhas. Song Guan Zhou turned around and looked up at the imposing Great Protector.

Everything is preordained.

Song Guanzhou knew that wealthy families in this era were very devout, especially the women, who knelt and prayed with great sincerity and gave generously incense money. Naturally, she could not reveal too much of her true feelings.

He urged his maid to inquire about vegetarian meals, emphasizing that everyone should come once in a while to enjoy the scenery and delicious vegetarian food.

Linshan and Linxi followed in different ways. Linshan hardly hesitated to follow Song Guanzhou in and out. Linxi, on the other hand, was much more cautious. If they entered the Buddhist hall, he would stand guard outside.

Song Guanzhou sat under the eaves, watching the rain sometimes pour down and sometimes clear up.

As Ren Dong took turns burning incense and praying to Buddha, Song Guanzhou stared in disbelief. "Are you going to kneel and worship every single Bodhisattva and deity?"

Longen Temple!

There must be dozens of Buddha and Bodhisattva statues enshrined there. After going around like this, will your knees still be sore?

“Young Madam, Longen Temple is very efficacious. Since your leg is uncomfortable, we will kowtow a few more times for you. We are sure to move Buddha and bless you with a peaceful and safe life.”

Song Guanzhou sighed, "Go on, go on, I won't say anything more."

Even Buddha respects individual destiny.

Mrs. Mei, Xiao Yinxiu, and all the girls, including Zhang Fanghui, were very solemn and devout. Although she was pregnant and could not kneel, she still followed along to each hall to pray and donate incense money.

Song Guanzhou gradually found himself alone.

Later, with only Lotus and Linshan by his side, Song Guanzhou teased Lotus, "Why don't you have your sister Honeysuckle come and take your place?"

Lotus followed beside her, carrying a small food box, her face beaming. "Don't worry, young mistress, I gave my birth date and time to Sister Dong. She said she'd draw a fortune for me."

"It must be a very lucky draw."

Song Guanzhou coaxed her, then looked at Linshan, "Brother Linshan has been working hard today and can't go to the Bodhisattva or Buddha to express his wishes."

"It's alright."

Lin Shan sat diagonally opposite her, keeping a close eye on everything around him. Hearing Song Guanzhou's polite manner, he simply spoke the truth, "I don't believe in these things either. Life is hard. If gods and Buddhas are truly powerful, how many can they save?"

"You don't believe me?"

Lin Shan laughed heartily, "To be honest, young mistress, the master of the manor, the fourth young master, and your subordinates don't believe it, and of course, the third young master doesn't believe it either."

After Aunt Qin was poisoned, there was no cure. Before she died, perhaps no one was more devout than the Third Young Master Pei Che. He almost offered his life as a sacrifice to Buddha, but did Buddha respond?

No!

"Yes, our fate is in our own hands. Only when we are seventy or eighty years old do we have the right to sigh and say, 'It's fate!'"