Chapter 442: Poison mother

The scene from the last time I came to Jinshan Temple is vivid. Du Xuechun walked straight into the hall and looked up at the smiling Buddha.
Unlike last time, today is the Lantern Festival, people in the temple come and go, the incense is strong, and the good men and women pray in the temple piously, just like when Du Xuechun came last time.
But if the Buddha can really bless the world, why can't he protect my child! She looked a little crazy, Mingying saw it, and hurriedly grabbed her sleeves. There were people coming and going in the temple. Du Xuechun prayed for Dashun that day and was easily recognized.
She stepped back a few steps, suddenly bumped into something, turned her head suddenly, and saw a little monk holding a box of bamboo sticks in his hand, unbiased, and she hit one on the ground.
The little monk touched his bare head, picked up the bamboo sticks on the ground, and saw the letter, "The path is clear and unclear. Don't be true to him if you don't know. The mud wall fell and returned to the city, even if it is difficult to help him. Row."
The little monk was taken aback and looked at the woman in front of him in astonishment. She was dressed in plain clothes with no blood on her face. Her eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and she was totally lacklustre. But even so, she could still see that she should be a person. A woman who is all over the country.
"What's the matter, little monk, what does this sign mean?" Mingying looked at the silly little monk in a puzzled manner, took the sign in his hand into his own hand, and read the words above every word.
"The donor, you are drawing a lottery." The little monk was a little embarrassed. Although he could not bear to say it, the monk did not speak.
"Nonsense!" Mingying threw the bamboo stick to the ground, with an angry tone, not only surprised the little monk, but also attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.
Just when the little monk had nothing to do and did not know how to deal with, the Jinshan Temple host appeared in time. He held the Buddhist beads and gently moved it. When he walked in front of a few people, he nodded slightly and said: "Amitabha, let the donor go to the backyard with the poor monk. Quit anger. , You have caused trouble again, and you still don’t want to retreat."
Hearing this, the little monk stuck his tongue out, chanted Amitabha, and ran away quickly.
I wanted to come to the host to recognize Du Xuechun. Since she was invited, Du Xuechun did not refuse, and the staff in the hall were too numerous. Now she was attracted by the signing of a sentence. She nodded her head and supported Mingying’s support. Followed the host to the backyard.
In the backyard of the Jinshan Temple, ordinary pilgrims are not allowed to enter. Last time, Du Xuechun only went to turn around the pavilion. Today, under the leadership of the host, he was shocked to realize that there is something special inside.
She did not pay too much attention, but silently followed the host to the last Wangchen Pavilion.
Knowing that the two people have something to talk about, Mingying and Wangchuan just stood far away, not close.
The host gently twisted the Buddha beads and said to Du Xuechun: "The empress seems to be caught by the past."
As if being seen through, Du Xuechunfeng narrowed her eyes and looked sharply at the monk in front of her.
Seeing Du Xuechun’s nervousness, the host smiled kindly, and said,
You don’t have to be nervous, but you have to be careful about everything. The poor monk doesn’t know what happened to the mother, but there is a message for the mother. Be careful about everything. Be strong, stay behind in everything, and cherish the people in front of you."
"Thank you, Master, for your guidance." Du Xuechun nodded gratefully, and she accepted the kindness of the host.
It's just that she didn't expect to meet Chu Junhe again here.
Soon after the host left, she wanted to blow the air in the Wangchen Pavilion, so she stayed for more time, and soon heard Wangchuan's voice behind her, "Hey, who are you, leave now!"
"It's not your house. I will come as soon as I want. What's the reason for leaving?"
There was a disagreement, and the atmosphere of the two was drawn up. Fortunately, Mingying recognized Chu Junhe's identity, and hurriedly held Wang Chuan, and said: "It's such a coincidence that I met the son again."
When Wang Chuan heard the words, he stared at the well-dressed man in front of him. He suddenly slapped his head, pointed at Chu Junhe, and said, "You, you, you, you are not the person who was chopped up last time. I was kind enough to give you medicine this time, you were so rude to your savior!"
Seeing that this child was quite interesting, Chu Jun's mouth was slightly raised, and then he bowed his hand and said in the singing voice of Tsing Yi: "Thank you, En Gong."
The two of them were rarely amused by him. Du Xuechun pulled the corners of his mouth when he heard what he said, and signaled Mingying and Wangchuan not to stop them.
After being able to get out, Chu Junhe walked into the pavilion. He saw that Du Xuechun hadn't seen Du Xuechun's figure so thin for a few days, and the originally bulging lower abdomen had become flat, he knew that she might not have a stable life these days.
"Master Chu didn't say a word, just staring at others. Is it a bit rude?" Du Xuechun suddenly had the desire to speak for no reason. Maybe it was because of a love affair with Chu Junhe, maybe the words that just presided over made her feel a little distracted. , Or perhaps because the cool breeze in this Wangchen Pavilion can indeed make people forget the past.
"Where, I'm just thinking about what my savior has gone through and made myself so miserable." Chu Junhe said naturally. The two were like good friends who had known each other for many years, and there was no obstacle in speaking.
After choking on each other a few words like this, Du Xuechun's face also had a little more smile, Chu Junhe also had a faint smile, and suddenly remembered something. He took out the small porcelain bottle that Du Xuechun gave last time from his arms. He hesitantly asked: "Where did Miss Du learn from? Where did this bottle come from?"
The porcelain bottle in front of him was green. Although the material was ordinary, the whole body was round and round. Du Xuechun put away the smile on his face, narrowed his eyes, looked at Chu Junhe, and said, "Why, do you have any questions?"
"It's nothing, I just met someone from the bottom of the world. Medicine and poison are unparalleled in the world. This bottle seems to come from her hand." He shook the porcelain bottle and put it in his pocket again, with a brisk tone, and said, "Maybe it's just a coincidence. I'm thinking about it too much."
"I don't know what the name of the person the son is talking about?" Du Xuechun asked when he saw that he did not seem to be a fake.
"The people of the rivers and lakes are called the poisonous mother-in-law." Chu Junhe recalled the past and immediately said, "Chu often runs around looking for beautiful jade gems. It is inevitable to be framed by others. She was rescued by the poisonous mother by accident. She also gave me medicine. , Exactly like the girl’s bottle."
It turned out that Du Xuechun was relieved. No one knew about her learning from the Poison Mother. It was also accidental to know Chu Junhe. If he was close, it would not be known, but now it seems that the two are indeed destined.
After she was born again, she only cared about revenge and helping Feng Xuanche deal with the affairs of the palace. There were only two people, Wangchuan and Mingying, back and forth. It was the first time she made friends.
The unpleasant quarrel with Feng Xuanche, the pain of losing her child, she didn't know who to confide in these things, and now she is fortunate enough to meet Chu Junhe, and she feels relieved, and her heart feels much better.
"Unexpectedly, your majestic empress, she had such a miserable life. Tsk tsk tsk, I said, otherwise you will be my doctor and guard, and I will give you two taels of silver every month, how about?" Chu Junhe finished listening to her. , Said owingly.