I really don't like wading in muddy water. What's wrong with staying on my own farm, eating meat and enjoying the scenery? But there is no way, who knows that the body owner is the daughter of Fujiwara Michio.
Since you enjoy the benefits of this status, you should fulfill your due responsibilities.
The oxcart was driving through the melting snow, which was a very difficult road. From time to time there were potholes that made the car shake like it was on a boat.
In fact, with this status, in addition to the fact that the car is larger than the average noble lady and the entourage is larger, the flags hung on the car and held by the attendants are all the Fujiwara family's marks.
Along the way, everyone they met gave way. When entering the city, the guards immediately let them go without asking any questions, and even bowed to the car.
This is power. If the Queen Mother, Queen Mother, or Heavenly King in the palace are passing by in a palace car, they will not bow and salute, but kneel down.
Human beings are obsessed with this kind of power, causing ridiculous and even terrible things to become natural.
When they arrived at the door of the house, the servants quickly put the straw mat in front of them. Akui, Aling and other maids helped pull up the skirt to prevent the clothes from being stained by the mud mixed with snow and water on the ground.
People in the mansion followed: "Master Dao Zhang did not come out after shaving his hair yesterday. Mrs. Lunzi led people to forcefully break in, but was stopped by the guards at the door. Mrs. Lunzi was pushed to the ground for this."
Hoho, it’s so exciting that I don’t even want my wife anymore. It seems that this time Mr. Fujiwara is serious about becoming a monk.
Far away, I heard the sound of knocking wooden fish, and the smell of burning incense wafted to my nose. For a moment I thought I had arrived at a temple.
A group of wives and concubines were kneeling in front of the door in the corridor, with cushions under their bodies. Some of them were already drowsy while kneeling, while some were already kneeling to the point of dying.
Taking off her clogs, Xining walked in. Seeing her coming, Mrs. Akiko wanted to stand up, but staggered and still knelt there.
Xining walked over, and Akui and Aling helped lift Mrs. Mingzi up.
"Your Majesty, please advise your father..." Mrs. Mingzi, who was very weak, said with difficulty.
Although her face was covered with makeup, it was obvious that she was not in a good condition. Ever since Fujiwara Michichiro shaved her head and hid inside without seeing anyone yesterday, she and a group of wives and concubines have been on their knees until now.
If he wasn't used to kneeling, this kind of kneeling method could kneel someone to death, not to mention the long-term lead poisoning and the fact that he was wearing more than ten kilograms of fine clothes.
"My daughter will try her best." Xining comforted her. In fact, she knew that this was the general trend and she couldn't persuade her to come back: "My mother is about to faint. Help my mother down."
"No, if the Taoist Master doesn't come out, I will kneel and die here..." Mrs. Akiko looked very stubborn.
But Xining glanced at it, and Akui and Aling helped her down.
This is how it should be. Since kneeling is useless, why kneel here.
Seeing that Mrs. Akiko left, the other concubines also wanted to leave, but Mrs. Renzi was still kneeling here, and they also wanted to see what the fifth lady would do. After kneeling for so long, I would have fainted already, and I didn’t care if I waited any longer.
Xining went straight to the inner room, but someone stopped him at the door.
Guards with swords stood on the left and right, still wearing the soft armor they wore when on duty. There were also eight soldiers with spears, four on each side, to prevent anyone from jumping in through the window.
The leader of the guard stretched out his hand to stop him, and his words were respectful but tough: "Master Taoist, please stay here. No one is allowed to enter."
Everyone watched, waiting for the fifth young lady to also be deflated. In this era, the husband is the wife's guide, and the son is the father's destiny. Even if the wife and son cannot handle things, what can a young lady do?
Xining laughed suddenly and shouted loudly: "Is this Mr. Fujiwara in the room?"
Everyone was stunned, and the head of the guard's face changed, and he was livid: "How can the Fifth Young Lady call you by your first name?"
Xining asked, "Aren't you a monk? Do monks have a name?"
When the head guard chokes, a monk is no longer a worldly person. He took a deep breath: "Even if the Taoist Master becomes a monk, the Taoist Master has given orders before, and the young ones must fulfill their duties faithfully."
Xining smiled: "Don't worry, I will make you loyal."
Then he shouted: "Buddha is destined to meet someone. Is there a monk in the house? My little girl wants to join Buddha."
After a while, someone in the room said: "My Buddha is merciful and saves all peoples from water and fire. Please come in, this female benefactor."
Xining raised an eyebrow at the captain of the guard, and then walked in.
The captain of the guard was left confused outside the door. If the person in the room was not Michichi Fujiwara, would what he just said count?
A group of wives and concubines stared blankly at the fifth lady entering the house, and some even secretly looked at Mrs. Renzi. Mrs. Renzi was kneeling there, her whole body trembling slightly, her hands clenched tightly, and the bones of her fingers turned white.
Can I not be angry? I made a fuss and broke in, and ended up being pushed to the ground, almost breaking my waist. As a result, the fifth lady stood at the door and said a few words before being let in. Then why bother?
When Xining walked in, he saw the shaved Fujiwara priest, wearing a cloth monk's robe, sitting cross-legged on a futon, holding a string of agarwood beads in his hand, turning the beads one by one. He closed his eyes and muttered words. I don’t know what sutra I was reciting.
After Xining thought for a while, he went to the confession table first, took three incense sticks, lit them, bowed respectfully three times, and put them on the incense burner. Instead, he went to sit on a futon opposite Michio Fujiwara.
Instead of sitting on his knees, he sat down cross-legged.
"Hi, monk!" Xining said calmly: "Do you have a Buddhist title?"
Mr. Fujiwara opened his eyes suddenly and glared at her with extremely sharp eyes.
Well, finally he looks a bit like a powerful person.
But he quickly closed his eyes again: "The poor monk observes the Dharma's name."
"Pfft~" Xining laughed suddenly: "I'm sorry, father, I'm not used to you calling yourself a poor monk. Your current situation doesn't look poor. There is no one else now, so don't be like this. Whatever you do, I won’t even object.”
Mr. Fujiwara still had his eyes closed, spinning the beads in his hand: "Oh, you don't object?"
You shouldn't be like the women outside, crying and fussing, kneeling and begging him to return to secular life.
"Why are you objecting? You just changed your name. As for whether you want to change your lifestyle, that's my father's business." Xining was a little hungry and saw the tributes on the table, which looked pretty good. So he stood up, took a piece of pastry and took a bite.
It's a pity that the pastries are always scented with fragrance, and they smell fragrant.
She directly spit the food in her mouth into the fire pot next to her, threw down the pastry she had taken a bite of, grabbed an apple, and took a bite with a "click".
This apple was just put in yesterday and I can finally eat it.
So after eating, I returned to the futon and sat cross-legged. It's not easy for Twelve Singles to sit down cross-legged. You have to know that you don't wear this kind of clothes anymore.
Hearing the sound of her biting the apple, Mr. Fujiwara opened his eyes: "This is for Buddha."
"If he wanted to eat, he would have eaten it long ago." Xi Ning chewed nonchalantly: "It's not that it's something that was offered to the Buddha. Mortals who eat it will live a hundred years and gain blessings and longevity. My father has also recited it so many times. It’s done, and it’s almost ready to eat.”
