The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 283 Good Retribution (Part 1)

"Master, we have been discovered." Huai Qing put down the monitoring device and sighed.

Standing in front of the window, Bo Yuxun looked at the bright moon in the sky through the carved window. His tall back was as tall and straight as a pine tree, and his handsome face was as clear as jade.

Hearing this, the man just smiled faintly, tapped his slender fingers on the window sill, like a butterfly perched lightly on a flower branch.

Huai Qing stared at the man's fingertips.

She has never seen a hand more beautiful than the young master's. It is more heroic than a woman's softness, but it is a little lighter than a man's roughness. The fingers are like onion roots, white and slender, like a piece of carefully carved rough jade, every angle It's all so perfect and exquisite.

These are a pair of beautiful hands like works of art, and they are also a pair of hands that save lives and heal the wounded.

But now, these hands, for the sake of the one they love the most, pick up the long sword and raise it high against the enemy.

"Jiang Chunlan has a background in intelligence and is very vigilant. She will suspect sooner or later."

"Then didn't we startle the snake?"

"The snake has to poke its head out before it can know its lair. You did a good job tonight."

As long as you can fool Qin Qiuxi, you will be successful.

"So what do we do next?"

"Huaiqing, it's enough for you to help me this time. What I'm going to do is dangerous and not suitable for you."

"Young Master." Huai Qing stood up abruptly, clenched his fists, and his eyes gleamed with resentment.

Bo Yuxun frowned and looked at her.

"Master, please let me be with you. During the years you left, I haven't stopped studying for a day. I know everything, and I can definitely help you."

Bo Yuxun looked at her quietly.

Huai Qing's gaze was firm and unwavering, without giving in at all.

She has a face with little white flowers, but her eyebrows and eyes reveal a kind of determination, like a grass that emerges from the cracks in the rocks, and she will never bend down despite the wind and rain.

Everyone has a story that cannot be told to others, and it has gathered into the road to go in the future. Even if the road is full of thorns, we must move forward bravely.

Bo Yuxun didn't ask why, he just asked, "Have you decided yet?"

"Yes, master, I have already prepared."

Bo Yuxun nodded: "Qin Qiuxi will contact you again, and report to me in time if there is any movement."

Huai Qing closed the door and left.

At the corner, I met Bo Yujiang.

"Miss." Huai Qing called out with a low eyebrow, and walked away.

"Did Qin Qiuxi make things difficult for you tonight?" Bo Yujiang's gentle voice came from behind.

Huai Qing turned around and said respectfully: "Miss Qin apologized to me."

Bo Yujiang narrowed her eyes: "This is not something she can do."

"If Miss has nothing to do, I should go to serve the old lady to sleep." Then he turned and left.

Bo Yujiang stared at Huaiqing's back, his eyes were uncertain.

Turning his head to look at the closed door in front of him, what the hell are these two doing?

——

Huaiqing came out of the main room where Mrs. Bo lived, and turned into the west ear room next to it. This is the closest to the old lady's room, and it is more convenient for her to take care of the old lady nearby.

The side room is smaller than ordinary wing rooms, but it is more than enough for her to live alone.

After washing, Huaiqing wrapped her hair with a towel, and the towel was passed around her chest, revealing her smooth shoulders.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the room.

"Who?" Hua Luo quickly took the coat aside and put it on his body.

"Huaiqing, it suddenly occurred to me that there is something I forgot to tell you..." After speaking, the person pushed open the door and walked in.

Huai Qing's back was facing the visitor, an ugly scar on her smooth back was very eye-catching, and was covered by the coat almost in the blink of an eye.

Huai Qing turned around, frowned and looked at the person who came by: "Miss, you are so late, what can you do with me?"

Bo Yujiang smiled and said, "That's right. I see that the weather forecast will be fine tomorrow. If you have time tomorrow, take your mother to a nearby park. It's not good for the elderly to stay at home."

Is this kind of thing worth going to when the eldest lady herself?

Huai Qing said respectfully: "Miss, don't worry, taking care of the old lady is what I should do."

"I always feel at ease when you do things. It's getting late, so you should go to bed early." Hua Luo closed the door and left.

Bo Yujiang walked down the veranda, the lights flickering on and off fell on her face, and the scene she saw just now flashed in her mind.

On Huaiqing's back, there was a large area of ​​burns.

What secret is hidden in her body?

——

Huai Qing locked the door, turned around and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, took off her coat, and turned her back to the mirror.

Gather long hair to your chest. She turned her head and looked into the mirror.

I saw the woman's graceful body curve clearly reflected in the mirror, but from the butterfly bone to nearly two-thirds of the waist, there were winding and terrifying scars, like the back of a toad, terrifying and ugly.

The woman's hand brushed over the uneven scar inch by inch, and the fire in the sky was reflected in the depths of her eyes.

The fire burned for three days and three nights, and even the forest was turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Power is really a good thing.

It can turn deliberate murder and arson into a natural disaster, and turn the savage-looking swindler into a noble lady respected by everyone in the upper class.

What an irony!

Gathering up her clothes, Huaiqing walked to the window, in a flower pot on the window sill, there was a small boxwood tree, the branches twisted and twisted, like an open umbrella, but winter came, only the trunk was left leaf.

Between the gray and bare branches, there is a slender vine branch entwined. The vine branch is so thin that it emerges from the rotten mud and wraps around the trunk tightly, like a dodder attached to a big tree. flower.

"Our hometown can never go back, only you will always be with me."

The woman gently stroked the vine branch with her fingers, "When will you bloom?"

That day is probably not far away.

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This night, some people could not sleep all night, some were haunted by nightmares, and some fell asleep soundly.

On the big bed, Liu Muxue turned over and spread out on the bed in a big shape, with all four corners occupied by her.

Smacking his mouth, he was still muttering in his sleep; "It's delicious... Sister Cui, come with me."

Liu Muxue was awakened by urination, got up and got out of bed muttering, walked out of the living room, and inadvertently saw a figure reflected on the glass door on the balcony facing away from her.

Liu Muxue's urgency disappeared in an instant.

Picking up the desk lamp in the corner, Liu Muxue walked over cautiously.

"You... are you a human or a ghost?"

Turned on the light on the balcony only to find that it was a bright mirror. Sitting cross-legged in meditation, with a straight back, he seemed to be asleep, but the beads between his fingers were moving in an orderly manner.

"Why don't you sleep here in the middle of the night and cultivate immortals?" Liu Muxue breathed a sigh of relief, just as she put down the desk lamp, she felt the urge to urinate again, and rushed into the bathroom in a panic.

Liu Muxue came out comfortably, exhaled slowly, and opened the glass door of the balcony. Liu Muxue was almost forced to shut herself by the cold wind, so she quickly stepped back and pulled the glass door.

Seeing someone wearing a thin long skirt on the balcony motionless like an old monk in meditation, Liu Muxue shivered subconsciously.

"People who cultivate immortals can't compare." Hua Luo hurriedly got into the warm bed.

Deep night, biting wind.

The sky is like a plate, and the stars are like chess.

In the boundless night, who are the chess pieces on the chessboard, and who are the chess players?

As the political and cultural center of the country, Jingzhou Railway Station is still crowded even late at night.

Two men in black struggled through the crowd, as if they were looking for someone.

She watched quietly in the dark.

Suddenly someone bumped into her, and the end of his eyes caught the person falling backwards, about to fall to the ground, and that big and excessive belly was exposed under the light without omission.

With a glint in his eyes, he grabbed the woman's waist with one hand and pulled her into his arms to stand firm.

The woman has a pair of eyes that are so beautiful that it breaks your heart. At this moment, they are full of panic and fear, making people feel heartache even looking at them.

"Thank you, brother." The woman hurriedly covered her belly with her coat, and looked around in panic.

When she saw the man in black gradually approaching from the crowd, the woman was extremely desperate, and her beautiful face was pale with no blood.

However, she is not willing to accept her fate like this, and she must find hope even in the dead end, because she has more important people to protect her.

At that moment, she saw a pure lotus growing out of the mud, holy and elegant, with a subtle fragrance.

Her eyes fell on the woman's big belly, "Why did they arrest you?"

The woman froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Because I..."

When danger looms, explanations are no longer important.

"Come with me." She took the woman's hand and walked into the darkness.

It turned out that from that late night, when she felt compassion and took her hand at the risk of being exposed, the seeds of fate had already been planted.

Karma is a cycle.

what goes around comes around.

"Amitabha."

The last point is an interspersed memory. I don’t know if everyone understands it. The context is roughly clear. After all the love and hatred are laid out, the curtain will begin. Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. Well, roughly It's just such a story, it's not that we don't report it, it's not time yet