The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Jiu Yao (two more)

This is the first time Lin Qing walked into Der Spiegel's room.

This room was originally a guest room, and it was decorated like a model room. Later, when Mingjing came back, he asked Uncle Wen to tidy up the guest room and give it to Mingjing.

It was Zhu Xiangxiang who took this job from Uncle Wen. At that time, she didn't put too much thought on the child, so Xiangxiang left.

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

There is no change from the previous, it is still a word, cold.

She should have noticed that there is a gulf between the two children, which can't be crossed anyway, and forcing them to be sisters is unfair to anyone.

There is a yellowed scripture on the head of the bed, and a few bottles and jars on the dressing table. It is a set of good brand skin care products.

She thought it was Zhu Xiangxiang who prepared it, and thought that Xiangxiang would at least make no mistakes in the face project.

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, did not show it on her face, walked to the other side and sat down.

"Extend your right arm."

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

Only then did she merge her right index finger and **** and slowly put it on the pulse of her right wrist.

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

Ding Jing's eyes closed slightly, wind was blowing in from outside the window, and the white curtains flew gently.

Lin Qing stared at the girl in front of her in a daze.

This is the first time she looks at her so seriously.

Lin Qing recalled everything that happened after she came back. She never told her grievances or asked her family to do anything for her. No matter what happened, she would never be emotional, as if there was no one or anything worth mobilizing her. mood.

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

No matter which answer, she feels uncomfortable.

"I often feel chest tightness and shortness of breath recently? Dizziness?" Ming Jing said lightly.

Lin Qing was stunned, and replied: "Yes."

"Put my tongue out and show me."

Lin Qing opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue.

Mingjing nodded: "Recently, staying up late every day, the spleen and stomach weakness caused by too much thinking, I will write a prescription, you can eat according to it."

Dingjing writes with your head down.

Lin Qing watched her quietly lowered her head, leaping forward in a bold and unrestrained writing with one hand, extremely chic.

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

Lin Qing's eye sockets gradually moistened, and quickly lowered his head to cover up.

Ming Jing wrote it and gave it to her, 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 sat quietly in the sun, turned her head and looked out the window. In the silhouette of the sun, the girl's profile was quiet and beautiful, like a flower quietly blooming in time. You Tan.

Lin Qing turned and took the prescription to leave, carefully closing the door.

At this time period, I wish everyone in the family are on lunch break, Zhou's mother arranged dinner and prepared to go back to the room and rest for a while.

"Miss? Why are you here?"

Mingjing stood at the door of the room, why would she come to the nanny room?

Mingjing glanced around: "Go back to the room and say."

Zhou's mother shared a room with Xiaoying. When Ming Jing walked in, Xiaoying was lying on the bed and playing with her mobile phone. When Ming Jing came in, she immediately got up from the bed, put on her slippers and stood up quickly.

"Miss."

Zhou's mother closed the door and asked curiously: "Miss, you are not taking a lunch break. Is there anything to tell us when you come to see us?"

Ding Spiegel went straight to the subject: "Does mother have any food from a separate entrance recently?"

Mother Zhou was overjoyed, and the lady took the initiative to care about her.

"Madam always drinks a bowl of white fungus bird's nest soup every night before going to bed. This is a habit of the lady for many years to beautify her face."

"Drink every night?"

"Yes, I drink it every night."

Mingjing nodded, "I see."

The words fell out of the room.

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

This evening, Der Spiegel accompanied Grandma Zhu to watch TV in the living room. Lin Qing and Zhu Xiangxiang also watched TV together, talking and laughing. It was so lively. I wish my grandma hadn't been so happy for a long time. Seeing that the bedtime was approaching, they were reluctant to leave.

Ming Jing brought Grandma Zhu back to the room in person: “The elderly should go to bed early and get up tomorrow morning. I will teach you Wu Qin Xi to prolong your life. Your leg bones will be more agile, and running will be no problem.”

I wish my grandma laugh from ear to ear.

Lin Qing and Zhu Xiangxiang walked upstairs side by side. When they went up the stairs, Zhu Xiangxiang cuddled Lin Qing and asked, "Mom, Ming Jing will give you a pulse diagnosis at noon, is there a problem?"

Lin Qing glanced at her: "What?"

Zhu Xiangxiang's heart jumped and he looked worried: "I am worried about your body."

Lin Qing retracted his gaze, and said lightly: “Ding Spiegel said that my spleen and stomach are weak due to fatigue. He prescribed medicine for me and just take it on time.”

I wish Xiangxiang 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 went to the kitchen. Zhou's mother was pouring the white fungus and bird's nest soup cooked in the cup into a porcelain bowl and saw Zhu Xiangxiang Come in, smile and say, "Miss Xiang Xiang, are you hungry again?"

Zhu Xiangxiang nodded: "Mother Zhou, do you have anything to eat?"

Zhou's mother smiled: “I knew that I made a few more shrimp dumplings for the evening and kept them for you. When I deliver this bowl of soup to my wife, I will make them for you.”

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

Zhou's mother said she was leaving with the bowl, Zhu Xiangxiang took the bowl of soup, and said, “I'll be fine, I'll send it to my mother.”

"Miss Xiang Xiang is really filial." Zhou Ma shunned her mouth.

Zhu Xiangxiang came out with a bowl, and saw that Ming Jing came out of Grandma Zhu's room, Zhu Xiangxiang smiled and said, "Is Grandma asleep?"

Ding Jing's eyes faintly passed 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 the matter?"

Ming Jing turned in silence and went into the kitchen.

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

"Miss, the medicine for Madam is almost ready. According to you, it took a full two hours."

Mingjing waited for two minutes, Zhou's mother turned off the heat, picked up the rag and was about to pick up the medicine pot.

Mingjing took the rag and said lightly: "I'll do it."

Wrap the rag around the handle of the medicine jar, put a strainer in the bowl, and pour out the hot Chinese medicine little by little.

Filtrate the dregs three times to complete the filtration.

Every movement of her is serious. Zhou Ma watched silently, and she said that Miss Mingjing is really filial. She doesn't like to talk, and she doesn't like to talk to someone, but like a spring rain, she moisturizes things carefully. silent.

Ding Jing picked up the medicine bowl, Zhou Ma exclaimed: "Miss, it's hot, you can put a towel on it."

"No need." Then he walked out of the kitchen with the medicine bowl.

Lin Qing was quite flattered when she saw Ming Jing personally come to deliver her medicine, even though this person was her biological daughter.

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

Ming Jing walked in with the bowl, "I'm coming."

Lin Qing saw her face unchanged, and the feeling of burning her fingertips was so clear, it was even more unpleasant in her heart.

On the coffee table, the bowl of white fungus soup remains intact.

"I forgot to tell you that the bird's nest is sexually hot, which conflicts with the nature of the medicine. Don't drink it for now." Then he took the bowl of white fungus soup and left the inner room.

Lin Qing didn't think much, she fell silent as she watched the black bowl of Chinese medicine.

How many years has she not drank this thing?

Ming Jing took the bowl and returned to his room. Zheng Qing was pedicure on the sofa with a mask on his face.

Seeing Ming Jing brought a bowl of white fungus soup in, he subconsciously took it over, "It's so sweet, can you drink it for me?"

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

Mingjing took out the needle pack from the drawer of the bedside, opened it and took out a silver needle, and then inserted the silver needle into the soup.

Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows: "When I was filming a costume drama, there was a section where the **** was serving dishes to the emperor. I had to try silver chopsticks. If the silver chopsticks turn black, the dish will be poisonous. I thought it was made up, but I didn't expect it to be."

Dingjing took out the silver needle, there was no change in color.

"Did you make a mistake? Isn't it poisonous?"

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

Zheng Qing curled his lips: "There is a colorless and odorless poison, and the silver needle can't be tested. If I die of the poison, you will never find a cuter and more powerful helper than me."

Ming Jing looked at her faintly, Zheng Qing quickly picked it up: "I drink, can't I drink it?"

"Why do you still try poison, do you engage in house fighting?" Zheng Qing wiped his mouth.

Ming Jing's face was condensed, "When I checked 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 it is?"

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

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

"But..." Zheng Qing frowned: "Lin Qing has never treated her wrongly, and even wronged you all the time for her. How could she do such a vicious thing, it is simply utter conscience, does she know about the will? ?"

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

"Zhou Ling, who I asked you to check, is there any eyebrow?"

Speaking of this, Zheng Qing came to the spirit: "This woman is so interesting, her identity is getting more and more fascinating, it is obvious that the influence has deliberately erased it, and deliberately fraudulently, from this point of view, she is also premeditated when approaching Zhu Wentao, but I can't hack into the National Security Bureau to retrieve files for the time being. Otherwise, it's a ghost or a person.

"What can Zhu Wentao do for her to plot?" Ming Jing asked.

"Lin Qing is also investigating her. It seems that she has discovered something. This woman is also not easy. She and Zhu Wentao have torn apart some of them. Then you can wait to eat melon and watch the show."

Zheng Qing's mind flashed, and suddenly he clapped his hands, "Zhu Xiangxiang has no such courage, is it Zhou Ling?"

She looked at Ming Jing very calmly, knowing she had already guessed it, and she couldn't help but sighed: "You have turned your mind too fast, Zhu Xiangxiang, this idiot, is being used without knowing it. Only Lin Qing is her only backer in this world. Do you still expect a junior to be nice to the original wife's adopted daughter? She is really naive."

Ding Jing looked down faintly, “Buddha has a saying that you become a Buddha with one thought, and you become a devil with one thought. Heaven and **** are often only between one thought.”

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

Ming Jing did not speak.

"You are not afraid that Lin Qing can't accept the betrayal of her favorite adopted daughter, are you too sad? She used to be so to you, and not your mother. Wouldn't it happen to watch her slap her face?"

Ming Jing turned the Buddhist 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 it all written in the novel?

Then this can only be the villain instead of 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 wanted to ask her senior sister what was wrong, Ming Jing got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath, Zheng Qing could only give up.

It is late at night, and so is the dream.

"Your senior sister was hit by a catastrophe, she may not be able to escape this, because the teacher knows that you have achieved great success in the Nine Lights Art, she must have fortuned it out."

"You and your senior sister have always had a deep relationship. If you cross, your senior sister is safe, but you will fall into the heart again."

"It's nothing more, everything is nothing but perennial cause and effect, the cycle of heaven."

"The debts owed must be paid."

　The Nine Lights Art here comes from the Buddhist scriptures of astrology and disaster relief in the Tripitaka "Brahma Fire Luo Nine Lights"

　　 Buddhism pays attention to a causal cycle. The so-called debts are always repaid. Who owes whom?

(End of this chapter)

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