The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 62 Nine Luminaries (Part 2)

This was the first time Lin Qing walked into Ming Jing's room.

This room was originally a guest room, and it was decorated like a model room. Later, when Ming Jing came back, he asked Uncle Wen to tidy up the guest room for Ming Jing to live in.

It was Zhu Xiangxiang who took over the job from Uncle Wen. At that time, she didn't pay much attention to the child, so she let Xiangxiang go.

It turns out that this is the room Xiangxiang prepared for Mingjing.

There is no change from before, it is still the same word, cold.

She should have noticed a long time ago that there was a gap between the two children, which could not be bridged no matter what, and it was unfair to anyone to force them to be sisters.

There was a yellowed sutra book by the bedside, and there were several bottles and jars on the dressing table, which were a set of good brand skin care products.

She thought it was Zhu Xiangxiang who prepared it, thinking that at least Xiangxiang would not make mistakes in face projects.

There is a small round table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a single sofa is placed on the left and right.

Ming Jing made two cups of tea, put them on the table, sat down on one of the sofas, and turned to look at Lin Qing.

"Please sit down."

Lin Qing felt a little uncomfortable with her polite attitude, but didn't show it on the face, and walked to the opposite side and sat down.

"Put your right arm out."

Ming Jing folded a towel and placed it under Lin Qing's wrist.

Only then did the index finger and middle finger of his right hand join together and slowly rest on the pulse point of her right wrist.

"Adjust your breathing and relax." Ming Jing said slowly.

Ming Jing's eyes were slightly closed, and the wind was blowing in from outside the window, and the white gauze curtains fluttered gently.

Lin Qing stared blankly at the girl in front of her.

This was the first time she looked at her so seriously.

Lin Qing carefully recalled everything that happened after she came back. She never told her grievances, nor asked her family to do anything for her. No matter what happened, she would never be emotional, as if no one or anything was worth mobilizing her. mood.

Is it because she has no desires and desires since she was a child, or is it that their so-called relatives are not worth mentioning in her heart?

No matter what the answer is, she is uncomfortable.

"Recently, do you often feel chest tightness and shortness of breath? Dizziness?" Ming Jing said lightly.

Lin Qing froze for a moment, then replied: "Yes."

"Put out your tongue and let me see."

Lin Qing opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

Ming Jing nodded: "Recently, I have been staying up late every day, and my spleen and stomach are weak due to too much thinking. I will write a prescription, and you can follow it."

Ding Jing bowed his head and wrote.

Lin Qing saw her bowing her head quietly, and leaping forward with her powerful running script, extremely chic.

She has never looked at this child properly, she is so outstanding.

Lin Qing's eyes gradually became moist, and she quickly lowered her head to cover it up.

Ming Jing handed it to her after writing it, and Lin Qing took it and left.

When she was about to walk out of the room, she turned her head and took a look. The girl was sitting quietly in the sun, and she turned her head to look out of the window. In the silhouette of the sun, the girl's profile was quiet and beautiful, like a flower blooming quietly in time. You Tan.

Lin Qing turned around and left with the prescription, and closed the door carefully.

During this period of time, everyone in Zhu's family is taking a lunch break. Mother Zhou has arranged dinner and is going to go back to her room to rest for a while.

"Miss? Why are you here?"

Ming Jing was standing at the door of the room, why did she come to the nanny's room?

Ming Jing looked around: "Go back to the room and talk."

Mother Zhou shared a room with Xiaoying. When Mingjing walked in, Xiaoying was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone. Seeing Mingjing walking in, she immediately got up from the bed, quickly put on her slippers and stood up.

"Miss."

Zhou's mother closed the door and asked curiously: "Miss, you don't take a lunch break. Do you have any orders to come to us?"

Der Spiegel went straight to the point: "Has mom eaten anything alone recently?"

Zhou's mother was overjoyed, and the young lady took the initiative to care about the wife.

"My wife drinks a bowl of white fungus and bird's nest soup every night before going to bed. This is my wife's habit for many years, for beauty and beauty."

"Drink every night?"

"Yes, every night."

Ming Jing nodded, "I see."

The words fell out of the room.

Zhou Ma and Xiaoying looked at each other, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

That night, Ming Jing accompanied Grandma Zhu to watch TV in the living room. Lin Qing and Zhu Xiangxiang also watched TV together, chatting and laughing. It was so lively. Grandma Zhu hadn’t been this happy for a long time. Seeing that it was almost time to go to bed, she was reluctant to leave.

Ming Jing supported Grandma Zhu and went back to the room in person: "The elderly should go to bed early. When you get up tomorrow morning, I will teach you Wu Qin Xi to prolong your life. Your leg bones will be more agile, and you can run without any problem."

Grandma Zhu smiled from ear to ear.

Lin Qing and Zhu Xiangxiang walked upstairs side by side. When going up the stairs, Zhu Xiangxiang held Lin Qing by the arm and asked, "Mom, Mingjing will check your pulse at noon. Is there any problem?"

Lin Qing glanced at her: "What?"

Zhu Xiangxiang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked worried: "I'm worried about your body."

Lin Qing withdrew his gaze, and said lightly: "Ming Jing said that my spleen and stomach are weak due to fatigue, and prescribed medicine for me, just take it on time."

Zhu Xiangxiang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Sending Lin Qing back to the room, Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at the clock on the wall. At 9:15, he went downstairs and entered the kitchen. Mother Zhou was pouring tremella and bird's nest stew into a porcelain bowl when she saw Zhu Xiangxiang He came in and said with a smile, "Miss Xiangxiang, are you hungry again?"

Zhu Xiangxiang nodded: "Mom Zhou, is there anything to eat?"

Mother Zhou smiled and said, "I knew it. I specially wrapped a few more shrimp dumplings for tonight and kept them for you. When I deliver this bowl of soup to Madam, I will make it for you, Miss."

Chinese medicine is boiling on the stove next to it, and the whole kitchen is full of the bitter taste of Chinese medicine.

Zhou Ma said that she was about to leave with the bowl in her hand. Zhu Xiangxiang took the bowl of soup and said, "I'm free, I have nothing to do. I'll send it to my mother."

"Miss Xiangxiang is really filial." Mama Zhou complimented her.

Zhu Xiangxiang came out with a bowl, just as he saw Ming Jing coming out of Grandma Zhu's room, Zhu Xiangxiang smiled and said, "Is grandma asleep?"

Ming Jing glanced lightly over the bowl of white fungus and bird's nest soup, and landed on Zhu Xiangxiang's face.

Zhu Xiangxiang touched his face: "What's wrong?"

Ming Jing turned silently and went into the kitchen.

Zhu Xiangxiang's eyes flickered slightly, he glanced at the soup in his hand, and walked upstairs.

"Miss, the medicine for my wife is almost ready. According to what you said, I boiled it for two hours."

Ming Jing waited for two minutes, Zhou's mother turned off the fire, picked up the rag and prepared to pick up the medicine jar.

Ming Jing took the rag and said calmly, "I'll do it."

Hua Luo wrapped the rag around the handle of the medicine jar, put a strainer in the bowl, and poured out the boiling Chinese medicine little by little.

Filter the medicinal residues three times until all the residues are filtered out.

Every movement of her is very serious, Zhou Ma watched silently, Xin Dao Mingjing is really filial, she doesn't like to talk, she is good at talking about a person, but like spring rain, moistens things delicately silent.

Ming Jing picked up the medicine bowl, Zhou's mother exclaimed: "Miss, it's hot, you can use a towel to cushion it."

"No need." Hua Luo walked out of the kitchen with the medicine bowl in his hand.

Lin Qing was quite flattered to see Ming Jing personally delivering the medicine to her, even though this person was her own daughter.

Lin Qing quickly took the bowl, but she suddenly retracted her hand because it was so hot.

Ming Jing walked in with the bowl in hand, "I'll do it."

Lin Qing saw that her face remained unchanged, the burning pain on her fingertips was so clear, and her heart was even more uncomfortable.

On the tea table, the bowl of white fungus soup remained intact.

"I forgot to tell you that the bird's nest is hot in nature, which is incompatible with the medicinal properties, so don't drink it for now." Then he picked up the bowl of white fungus soup and left the inner room.

Lin Qing didn't think much, and fell silent while looking at the bowl of black Chinese medicine.

How many years has she not had this stuff?

Ming Jing returned to his room with the bowl in his hand, Zheng Qing was reclined on the sofa getting a pedicure, with a mask on his face.

Seeing Ming Jing bringing in a bowl of white fungus soup, he subconsciously wanted to take it, "It's so sweet, can you give me something to drink?"

Ming Jing put the bowl on the table, and seeing her expression, Zheng Qing felt that it was not that simple.

Ming Jing took out the needle bag from the bedside drawer, opened it, took out a silver needle, and then inserted the silver needle into the soup.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "When I was filming a costume drama, there was a scene where the eunuchs had to try silver chopsticks when they were serving food to the emperor. If the silver chopsticks turned black, the food would be poisonous. I always I thought it was made up, but I didn’t expect it to exist.”

Der Spiegel took out the silver needle, but it didn't change color.

"Did you make a mistake? Is this not poisonous?"

Ming Jing pushed the bowl in front of her: "Drink it."

Zheng Qing curled her lips: "There is a colorless and odorless poison that cannot be tested with silver needles. If I die from the poison, you will never find a more lovable and powerful helper than me."

Ming Jing looked at her indifferently, and Zheng Qing quickly picked it up: "I'll drink it, can I drink it?"

"Why are you still testing poison, are you engaging in house fighting?" Zheng Qing wiped his mouth.

Ming Jing's face was serious, "When I felt Lin Qing's pulse at noon, I found that she had been poisoned by chronic poison."

Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows: "Interesting, who do you think?"

"I gave her a chance." Ming Jing shook his head in disappointment.

Zheng Qing patted Ming Jing on the shoulder: "When a person is about to turn bad, it's useless to persuade her. It can only show that she is bad from the bottom of her heart."

"However..." Zheng Qing frowned: "Lin Qing has never treated her badly, and even wronged you all the time because of her. How could she do such vicious things? She is devoid of conscience. Does she know about the will? gone?"

It is impossible for a person to go bad for no reason. Ming Jing thought of the night of the reception banquet, and Zhou Ling stood up to testify to Zhu Xiangxiang.

"I asked you to check Zhou Ling, do you have any clues?"

Speaking of this, Zheng Qing cheered up: "This woman is so interesting. The more I check her identity, the more confused she is. It is obvious that there are forces to deliberately erase it and deliberately fake it. From this point of view, her approach to Zhu Wentao is also premeditated, but I can't hack into the National Security Bureau to retrieve the files for the time being, otherwise I can tell if it's a person or a ghost."

"What can Zhu Wentao plan for her?" Ming Jing asked.

"Lin Qing is also investigating her, and seems to have found something. This woman is also not simple. She and Zhu Wentao are torn apart. You can wait for the time to eat melons and watch the show."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zheng Qing's mind, and he clapped his hands suddenly, "Zhu Xiangxiang never has the guts, could it be Zhou Ling?"

She looked at Ming Jing very calmly, knew that she had already guessed it, and couldn't help sighing: "You are too quick to think, Zhu Xiangxiang is an idiot who is used by others without knowing it. Only Lin Qing is her only backer in this world. Do you still expect a mistress to be good to the original adopted daughter? She is so naive."

Ming Jing lowered his eyes lightly, "There is a saying in Buddhism, one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, heaven and hell are often only between one thought."

"Aren't you going to tell Lin Qing? So that she can be on guard."

Der Spiegel did not speak.

"Aren't you afraid that Lin Qing won't be able to accept her favorite adopted daughter's betrayal and she will be too sad? She treated you like that before, and she's not your own mother. Isn't it just a matter of watching her slap her in the face?"

Ming Jing turned the beads, "She is the mother of Senior Sister."

Zheng Qing choked: "Your senior sister won't be poisoned to death by you, right?"

In order to steal the identity and come back for revenge, isn't that what is written in the novel?

Then this can only be the villain rather than the heroine.

"Senior sister treats me very well, she is the best senior sister in the world." The girl's voice was as gentle as a dream.

"When she wakes up, I will return her family to her safe and sound."

Zheng Qing really wanted to ask her senior sister what happened, Ming Jing got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, so Zheng Qing had no choice but to give up.

The night is late, and the dream is also deep.

"Your senior sister is destined to have a catastrophe, and she may not be able to escape this disaster. Since the teacher knows that you have achieved great success in the Nine Obsidian Technique, it must have been divined."

"You and your senior sister have always had a deep relationship. If you overcome this calamity and your senior sister is safe, you will fall into the demon again."

"That's all, everything is just the cause and effect of the previous life, and the cycle of heaven."

"The debt owed must be repaid."

The Jiuyao technique here comes from the Tripitaka "Brahma Huo Luo Jiuyao", a Buddhist scripture for astrology and disaster relief

Buddhism pays attention to a cycle of cause and effect. The so-called debts owed must be repaid. Who owes whom?