Chapter 292: I hope the Minister of Power will come early tonight

However, no one in Goose pays attention to her.
Nan Baoyi wrinkled her little nose pitifully.
Nan Yan's hands in the sleeves were tightly clenched into fists.
Nan Baoyi is too cheap, really too cheap!
How could she have such a cheap sister!
When she was angry, Nan Baoyi looked over.
She smiled apologetically towards Nan Yan, "I didn't do what my sister wanted and was abused and humiliated by thousands of people. In my heart, I really feel very sorry. Or, would you call me a few words to clear my hatred?"
Nan Yan was embarrassed.
She found that Nan Baoyi was not only cheap, but also had an unprecedented thick skin!
She sneered and sneered: "Nan Baoyi, your face is really thicker than the soles of my shoes."
"My sister's cheek is not as thick as the sole... because you have no cheek at all, hahahahaha."
"you--"
Nan Yan was speechless with anger.
I understood why the old monk was so angry that he vomited blood.
She calmed her mind and said in a deep voice, "Nan Baoyi, you won't be arrogant for a few days. At the foot of Zhennan Temple, the high platform that burned you down is already being built. Forty-eight days later, let's wait and see. I hope you will be burned to death by the fire. When I can laugh so happy!"
After speaking, he walked away blankly.
In the dungeon, only Nan Baoyi and the old host were left.
The old host put his palms together and chanted Amitabha.
Nan Baoyi looked at him.
He was born old and cold, and his brows did not have the kind eyebrows that he was used to as a monk.
She was holding the iron fence, her tender and delicate face deliberately showed frailty: "Old host, in fact, you know, I'm not an evil girl?"
The old host did not answer.
"You know that I am not an evil girl, but I still want to burn me...I was burned alive, but it hurts very much. Old host, my Buddha is merciful!"
"All beings are suffering."
"I'm not suffering. I even had a sweet life before I took the unnecessary infamy. My suffering was caused by Nan Yan and Xia Minghui, and by Zhennan Temple. You are the one who persuaded me to put down the butcher knife, but The one with the butcher knife is also you."
"One suffering benefactor, save the world, why is there suffering? The common people say that the donor is evil, then the donor is evil. The evil is in hell, and it is justified."
"What if I am willing to go to hell?"
"That is the merit of Zhennan Temple to influence evil worship."
Nan Baoyi smiled, "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? If I go to voluntarily, then I am a Buddha. Now that I have become a Buddha, why bother to go to again?"
The old host was speechless.
He stared at the girl deeply.
I can't blame the brothers for being so panicked, this woman has a pure heart of seven orifices, I am afraid she will be a person of great merit in the world.
Burn this kind of person...
He is sinful.
just……
A trace of cruelty passed in his eyes, and he turned away in silence.
Nan Baoyi stayed alone in the dungeon.
She lay on the small couch in large characters, "The monk in the Buddhist temple is really boring, not as fun as the old Taoist priest, he can tell jokes!"
When feeling bored, the cellar door was reopened.
It turned out that the Nan family donated a large sum of incense money and came to visit specially.
"Jiaojiao!"
Nan Baozhu bounced and urged the little Sengmi to open the prison door, "We have been anxious when such a big thing happened! Grandma is still lying on the couch because of her anger. She insists on seeing her in person regardless of her illness. Look at you, we didn't let her come."
She hugged Nan Baoyi with tears in her apricot eyes: "Jiaojiao, you have lost weight again..."
Nan Baoyi hugged her back and said, "Zhuzhu, you are fat again..."
The two sisters, the second aunt and Cheng Yerou, commanded the Nanjia servant to carry various things into the cellar.
The cold wall was coated with new powder, the new and precious crystal bead curtain swayed slightly, and a heavy gauze curtain separated the inner room, the outer room and the study room.
Furniture such as golden nanmu babu bed, makeup mirror, book case, official hat chair, bogu frame, etc., are placed in a proper place.
The bedding embroidered with hibiscus flowers is exquisite and soft, and all kinds of dresses and jewellery are carefully put into the cupboard and treasure box by the maid, and even a furnace of incense is added.
The rare summer fruits and vegetables are iced in a crystal plate, and a large bunch of lychees is especially eye-catching.
In just two quarters of an hour, the dark and damp cellar turned into a bright boudoir.
"Although it is more luxurious and comfortable than at home, it is more pleasing to the eye than before." Jiang Clan took a seat on the embroidered pier, picked up the tea cup, and behaved like a mistress, "Do you like Jiaojiao?"
Nan Baoyi said "Uh".
In other words, she came to jail.
How can it be like a summer vacation!
Cheng Yerou personally rolled up the bed sheet with a gold hook and smiled: "What Jiaojiao wants to do, just let it go. The ancestors have said that no matter what you want to do, the Nan family and the Song family will give their full support."
Nan Baoyi whispered, "Is the business at home okay?"
"The Shu brocade has been affected a bit. Fortunately, our family is an imperial merchant, so we don't have to worry about not being able to receive orders." Nan Baorong peeled off a lychee and fed her gently, "The bank's business is on the right track. Second uncle, eldest brother, and Shining will be able to open the bank branch to Shengjing before the end of the year."
Lychees are sweet.
Nan Baoyi couldn't help but bend his eyebrows.
Nothing at home, she was relieved.
The newly decorated dungeon is very comfortable to live in.
And the lectures for seven or forty-nine days continued.
The old host probably felt that Zhennan Temple had lost his face in the discussion yesterday, so today he specially invited the most sophisticated monk in the temple to appear.
There were only a lot more people who came to watch, even Gu Chongshan and a group of officials from Jinguancheng came to watch.
Nan Baoyi talked freely, stupefied that the monk was speechless, and finally ignored the scriptures, almost crying out of the cellar!
The people had completely forgotten that Nan Baoyi was an Xie Chong girl. Hearing the wonderful things, they couldn't wait to applaud, as if they admired it.
Nan Yan was in the crowd, her pretty face pale and twisted.
She cooperated with Xia Minghui to get Nan Baoyi into Zhennan Temple. It was for her to suffer!
But look, she slept on a high bed with a soft pillow, wearing a brocade and satin, and even ate the rare fruit like lychee!
Is she here to suffer? !
She obviously came to enjoy the blessing!
The old host was even more embarrassed.
He arranged for the monks of Zhennan Temple to come on stage one by one to argue about which one was not a famous monk who had attained the Taoism, and in the end no one had ever talked about Nan Baoyi!
The eminent monks even sat in rows outside the iron fence, each with a small notebook in their hands, while sitting in Nan Baoyi and talking about the Tao, they used pens like an enclave to record her golden words.
In that posture, she only asked her to teach the Dharma!
The number of people watching the Taoism is increasing day by day.
Nan Baoyi's reputation is like an arrow from the string, soaring to the sky!
Some people call her a Xie Chong girl, and some people say that she was wronged. Over the past month, she has almost occupied all the chatting resources after dinner in Jinguan City.
The girl in the center of the whirlpool eats fruits in the dungeon all day and reads the history.
After eating and supper every day, I leaned against the cell door, secretly hoping that the ministers would come early tonight.
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The argument is too difficult to write. Jiaojiao and the old monk argued for three hours.