The daily life of a concubine's daughter

The top of the green mountain is covered with white snow. When the sky in the east is just beginning to turn pale and the earth is still dark, the light of the snow on the top of the mountain has already illuminated the sky.

Shi Yao climbed up the mountain, panting with exhaustion. Her delicate face was flushed with clouds, and her pair of black eyes were sparkling and full of energy, looking very energetic.

She was just about to recite a line of "The Cangshan mountains are covered with snow, shining brightly in the southern sky" to suit the scene when she saw a long queue forming outside the threshold of Qingyin Temple.

After a few counts, there were actually over a hundred people, each carrying a basket filled with incense, flowers, fruits, and lanterns on their arms. They were stamping their feet, breathing heavily, waiting for the mountain temple to open as if they were facing a great enemy.

Shi Yao's interest in reciting poetry suddenly waned, and her enthusiasm for climbing the mountain was also completely gone.

"Miss, we are late again!" The little maid Banxia complained with a pout.

Well, I have to get up early tomorrow to climb the mountain again.

This was the third day they had gotten up early to climb the mountain in order to ask for the first stick of incense and pray for a good marriage, which made her and the girl's four legs suffer.

Shi Yao's legs suddenly felt like they were filled with lead and she couldn't move a step.

Alas, she transmigrated into a book, a story of rebirth and revenge of a group pet.

Unfortunately, the original owner was a vicious female supporting role. In her previous life, she not only stole the man of the heroine Shi Mingzhu, but also stole her throne as queen. She was the first small boss that Shi Mingzhu wanted to kill after her rebirth and evil transformation.

In the end, she married a playboy, and the husband and mistress were a mixed team, and the one who domestically abused the original owner.

The original owner gave birth to eight daughters in a row. When she was pregnant with her ninth child, her husband kicked her off the bed because she was old and ugly, leaving two lives.

Some of the original owner's daughters were sold into brothels, and some were given away as concubines and tortured to death.

Only the youngest daughter survived because of Shi Mingzhu's mercy, but she cut her hair and became a nun. She spent the rest of her life eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures to pray for Shi Mingzhu and thank her for her great kindness...

Shi Yao couldn't help but shudder when she thought of the original owner's ending.

Before she went to Beijing, she came to burn the first incense stick and pray to Buddha to give her a chance to mend her ways. Is it so difficult?

With the sound of bells, the gate of the mountain temple opened. The people who had been queuing up quietly just now suddenly swarmed into the temple gate, pushing the little monk who was opening the door against the door, and their bun-like face was squeezed into a flat meat patty.

Banxia, ​​who was eager to try, took a breath and stumbled to retreat: "Girl...Girl! Tomorrow, tomorrow, shall we come again?"

Shi Yao frowned with worry.

When the area in front of the mountain gate was bare, she rubbed her face, which had been frozen like an ice sculpture, and went inside with Banxia, ​​burning incense and worshipping Buddha, kneeling down to beg Buddha, Bodhisattva, gods, and God to spare her.

She grew up under the red flag, is a good girl with correct values, and she really can't be the vicious female supporting role.

She kowtowed three times to each Bodhisattva with sincerity, burned three incense sticks, and donated ten coins to each merit box. Then Shi Yao put her hands together and asked the abbot: "Master, where is the path for this believer?"

I heard that the old monks in the world of novels have psychic abilities and can see people's past and present lives.

The abbot replied solemnly: "The road is under your feet."

"..."

It is better to listen to your words than to listen to your words.

"Do more good deeds and you will be rewarded."

"..."

It means donating more incense money, right?

The first stick of incense fell into vain, and the master and servant went down the mountain in disappointment.

Banxia's teeth creaked from the cold: "Don't be discouraged, girl. You have been doing good deeds for many years. Just as the abbot said, you will be blessed in the future and marry a good husband."

Shi Yao raised her eyelids and looked at the vast land. Just as she was about to say something, a figure suddenly came into her sight.

Not far away, a man untied his belt, threw it onto a tree branch, and tied a knot. His fiery red back looked desolate and listless in the cold wind.

"Warrior! Wait a minute!"

Although it is difficult to persuade a ghost who wants to die with good words, and the freezing cold wind makes people not want to meddle in other people's business, but thinking that doing one good deed a day and saving a life will increase the merit points in the merit book, Shi Yao bravely ran with her trembling legs.

He stepped forward, rushed forward, slapped the man's hand away, quickly took off the suicide tool, and held it tightly in his own hand.

The man turned around and turned out to be a handsome, wealthy young man with a gold necklace inlaid with a circle of rubies around his neck, and a golden longevity lock hanging from the necklace.

The anxiety in the boy's eyes turned into surprise in an instant, and then into guilt.

If such a beautiful boy were hanged here, he would probably turn into a ghost, right? Shi Yao, who traveled through the book, firmly believed that there were gods and ghosts in this world.

In line with the principle of not mentioning the parents of people who are trying to commit suicide, she said in a gentle voice, "Why can't you let it go? Look at this magnificent landscape, look at those polite and enthusiastic monks on the mountain, or at least take a closer look at me, who is as beautiful as a flower. There are so many beautiful things and people in the world, how many have you experienced? Wouldn't it be a loss if you died?"

She was dressed as a vicious female supporting character and was struggling to survive, so what could be so depressing about this wealthy young man in front of her that he had to hang himself?

Enough support.

The boy shuddered, his eyes seemed to be enduring something, and he said vaguely: "I, I didn't commit suicide."

If it wasn't suicide, why tie the belt to the tree?

Could it be that the northwest wind is blowing on the belt?

Shi Yao smiled perfunctorily and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I misunderstood. So, are you going down the mountain? Where do you live? I will give you a ride."

"No, that's not necessary." The boy shivered again, his cheeks flushed.

Save people to the end, send Buddha to the west, Shi Yao put the hand warmer into the boy's arms: "Sir, are you cold? Don't despise me."

The young man wrapped his hands around the hand warmer and handed it back, apparently wanting to return it to Shi Yao, but for some reason, he retracted his hands and held the hand warmer tightly against his waist: "Thank you very much."

It turned out that the young man had a stutter. Shi Yao was considerate and didn't reveal it. She smiled and said, "Sir, come down the mountain with us. It's cold and we need a companion on the road."

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy rushed out from the woods and shouted, "Master! Master!"

"Yes, it's my servant. Miss, please go down the mountain first." The boy's eyes flashed with surprise and he shuddered. "Waist, give me back my belt."

The servant stood guard beside the young man with vigilance: "Miss, do you know my master?"

Why is his grandfather's belt in the hands of a girl?

"I don't know him." Shi Yao smiled and pulled the boy aside. In the boy's suspicious eyes, she whispered, "Just now your young master tied his belt to a tree and wanted to hang himself! Poor guy, I don't know what he is thinking. You must keep an eye on him and try to comfort him."

She returned the belt to the servant.

He turned around and shouted, "Banxia, ​​let's go."

Since a fourth person knew that the young man was going to commit suicide, she and Banxia had no choice but to stay here, lest the young man get embarrassed and jump off the mountain in anger.

When she came across a person committing suicide, Banxia’s legs stopped shaking, her waist stopped aching, she felt much more energetic and quickly caught up with Shi Yao.

After walking down hundreds of stone steps, he gossiped with Shi Yao in a hurry: "Miss, how could such a handsome and wealthy young man hang himself? If I were him, even if the sky fell, I would still live a shameless life, eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, marry a virtuous wife, and take in three or four beautiful concubines..."

Shi Yao flicked her forehead with her finger: "Wake up, you are just a poor lady's maid!"

The young man and the servant who were left behind by the two men let out a long sigh at the same time.

The servant Guiquan asked hurriedly, "Master, are you relieved?"

The boy’s red face turned pale with endurance: “Not yet.”

"Then I'll keep an eye on you, don't let anyone misunderstand me again."

The boy said nothing, handed the hand warmer to Gui Quan, grabbed the waist of his pants, turned around and walked about ten steps, hid behind a century-old tree, and lifted up his clothes.

How could he have expected that the girl would think he was going to hang himself just because he was afraid that the wind would blow away his belt.

The intermittent sound of water behind him stopped. Gui Quan counted to dozens, turned around, and returned the belt to the young master.

The young man scooped up a handful of snow to clean his hands, tied his belt, held the hand warmer, glanced at the slender figure under the stone steps, his brows calm, and said softly: "Let's go down the mountain too."

In the vast white snow, a girl in red, with lively eyes, a face like a jade sculpture, a faint smile on her red lips, as beautiful as peaches and plums, graceful and charming, with a red belt in her hand...

He wanted to paint this vivid beauty as soon as possible.