First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 36 Birthmark

Mrs.    pointed to the kang head beside her, and smiled gently: "Sit down and talk."

  Gu Jiao sat down on the kang, and there was a small table between the two, and a few delicate snacks were placed on the small table.

Mrs.    pushed the dim sum in front of her: "Are you hungry? Let's eat something first, the fast food will come in a while."

   "Yeah." After climbing the mountain for so long, Gu Jiao was indeed hungry. Gu Jiao picked a yellow flower-shaped snack.

  Gu Jiao is very quiet.

  "Is it delicious?" Madam asked her.

   "Yeah." Gu Jiao nodded. Seeing her wife looking at her suspiciously, she paused and said, "It's better than Li Ji's."

   "What is Li Ji?" Madam asked.

  "The best dim sum shop in town." Gu Jiao said.

Madam is finally relieved now. In fact, she made these dim sums by herself. She would make dim sum to pass the day when she had nothing to do in the house. It is a pity that she has a pair of children. It made her suspect that she did not make it too unpalatable.

  Gu Jiao’s eating appearance was not pretended, she really thought it was delicious.

Madam    found a sense of accomplishment in Gu Jiao, and couldn't help but look at Gu Jiao a few more times. There was a birthmark on Gu Jiao's face, which she had just noticed.

  What a nice girl, what a pity, Mrs. secretly regrets.

  After that, she noticed Gu Jiao's hands again. They were a pair of hands that worked all the year round. The palms of her palms were cocooned and the backs of her hands were staggered with scars.

Mrs.    thought of her daughter. Fortunately, her daughter was born in the Hou Mansion, and she does not have to suffer from the suffering of the people, otherwise she would have to feel bad for herself as a mother.

  Gu Jiao sat in his wife’s room for a while, and ate a plate of chestnut cakes into her belly. At this time, the abbot also went back to the temple.

  Gu Jiao didn't forget what was going on, and after leaving his wife, she went to the abbot's Buddhist room.

  The abbot is a bit older, with a gray beard, but very energetic. He should have been practicing martial arts all year round.

  Gu Jiao said concisely: "...I wonder if the abbot is willing to sell?"

  After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the abbot to answer for a long while. She looked intently and saw the abbot staring at her... face unblinkingly.

  Gu Jiao just wanted to ask, is there anything on my face? When I think of it to my lips, doesn't she just have something on her face?

  "Abbot?" Gu Jiao reminded.

   "Cough cough cough!" The abbot returned to his senses, cleared his throat, and sat upright and said, "You just said...you want to buy a mountain?"

  Gu Jiao: "Yes."

  Host abbot: "How old are you this year?"

Ok?

  Is this topic turning a bit faster?

  "Can't you buy mountains when you are young?" Gu Jiao asked calmly.

   "Ah, no, no! Amitabha, don't get me wrong, little donor!" The abbot stood up with one hand and said, "The meditation master who is in charge of the temple's property has gone out. It will take three or two days to return. It is better for the donor to come back in a few days."

   "Well, I will find a day to come again a year ago." After Gu Jiao said, she got up and said goodbye.

  The abbot’s eyes always follow her birthmark.

  Gu Jiao frowned, “Abbot, although I don’t mind what others think of me, you are a monk, and you always stare at other people’s flaws. Isn’t it a bit wrong?”

  The abbot hurriedly apologized: "Old Na is rude, please don't be offended by the little donor!"

  After Gu Jiao left, the abbot still recovered for a long time.

  A disciple stepped forward and asked: "Abbot, what's the matter with you?"

   "I remembered one thing," the abbot said.

   "What's the matter?" the disciple asked.

  The abbot sighed, "It happened many years ago."

  He drank too much that night and wanted to order some shougong sand for the newborn baby. As a result, he shook his hand and spotted the little girl’s face...

  The next day, he woke up, remembering the mess he had done, and hurried to apologize to Madam Hou, only to find that the child in Madam Hou’s arms had a pale face, and there was no trace of shougong sand at all.

  Because he drank too much, he was not very sure about his memory. Since the little baby has no face, he should have not done it, right?

  After so many years, he has completely forgotten about it. But when I saw that little girl just now, the memories came to my heart, and he wondered if he really put Gong Shao on someone's face that night?

  No, he ordered the daughter of the Hou Mansion, and the girl just said that she was a villager at the foot of the mountain.

  Gu Jiao went to see the lady just now when she got out of the presiding monastery, but she was told that the other party had gone down the mountain.

   "These boxes of dim sum were given to the little benefactor by the lady instructing the little monk, please be sure to accept the little benefactor." The monk who cleaned the monastery handed a big baggage to Gu Jiao.

  Gu Jiao took it in her hand and weighed it down, and she knew that the lady had kept all the snacks for herself.

  Gu Jiao sighed softly, the clothes have not been returned to her...

The clothes that Mrs.    gave Gu Jiao look good, but it is not conducive to walking on the mountain road. This cannot be blamed on the poor quality. After all, people who can afford this kind of material don't need to walk on their own.

  On the way back, Gu Jiao walked very fast. She was a little worried that the old lady could not get along with the neighboring house. After all, the old lady had a bad temper and was picky. She belonged to an extremely out-of-group type.

  Unexpectedly, Gu Jiao was dumbfounded as soon as she walked in.

what's the situation? Why are there so many people? Are they all women?

  Gu Jiao and Xiao Liulang did not take the initiative to move with the people in the village. In the past, only someone who had to write a letter of faith would come to their home. The highest record is three a day, and there can be no more.

  So why didn’t Gu Jiao understand why their main room was suddenly full?

  The old lady sat domineeringly on the top chair, and the second uncle Luo’s mother-in-law, the second aunt Luo, stood beside her respectfully holding a pot of tea.

   On the other side is Aunt Zhang’s daughter-in-law Gui Fang. Gui Fang is holding a tray with melon seeds and a tea cup.

  Gu Jiao is even more puzzled, isn’t sister Guifang just out of confinement?

  The rest of the people don’t seem to have the right to be close, so they stand on the opposite side, you squeeze me and I squeeze you, just like a country version of Gongdou drama!

   "Okay, let's go back." The old lady put down the seeds and waved her hand.

  Everyone retired, and before leaving, they all bowed and bowed to the old lady.

  The court concubines salute them and are pleasing to the eyes, but a group of village women in turbans salute, it is simply the scene of a large-scale car accident!

  Gu Jiao gave Leide what he didn’t want, and grabbed Xue Ningxiang next to him and asked, “What did my old lady do?”

  Xue Ningxiang said with adoration: "My aunt is telling the folks! It sounds good!"

  Gu Jiao's mouth twitched: "What's the matter with saluting?"

  Xue Ningxiang thought for a while before she understood what Gu Jiao was referring to: "Oh, you mean this? My aunt taught it, she said that everyone in the theater is like this!

  The talents of the opera garden are not like this!

  The old lady is blatantly fooling the big guy to salute her.

  Gu Jiao was wondering where the old lady came from, is she such a demon?

  　Small theater①

  　　 Old lady: Set the rules, and I am professional!

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  　　Small theater②

  　　 Jiaojiao: You may not believe it, you are my medicine.

  　　Rokuro:...

  (End of this chapter)