Then, where should this widow go?
But when he recovered, the widow had already left with a smile on her face, and the monk shook her head, that's all, then take the widow into the palace and let her help in the royal dining room.
Without him, she was afraid that she would not survive.
Chu Yue This "illness" was just "illness" for three days, and then healed. The prescription is to strengthen the body. She gave Eagle a lot of money to help him catch it, and then gave it to " (Hupo Pour it down.
She didn't drink the medicine, but obviously after this illness, her relationship with the monk has improved.
The relationship is hard to get further, and it is natural to strike while the iron is hot.
Half a month has passed, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger outside. This time Chu Yue is boiling the foot bath for the monk in the kitchen.
When it was finished, she brought it over.
"This kind of rough work is called Ying Da do." The monk came over and opened the door, watching her come over with such a bucket of water and said.
"The concubine is used to rough work, and can serve the master, it doesn't matter if the concubine is tired." Chu Yue pursed his lips.
Obviously for her, it is her honor to be able to serve him, and she also likes to serve him.
The monk didn't have the habit of soaking his feet, and only occasionally washed his feet, but since she recovered from her illness, she had to boil his feet every day.
It is said that it is comfortable to soak, but also to keep fit.
"Master, your toes are so beautiful, but they are a bit too hairy." The widow who was washing his feet shyly said.
The monk made her wash her feet uncomfortable for the first time, but he couldn't bear to see that sad thing she didn't let her wash.
Now, he is quite accustomed to washing her feet, and she is still very comfortable, even when he is doing a foot massage, the strength is not enough, in the end, it is a woman, it is inevitable that she has no strength.
The monk did not speak, just enjoying her holding her little hand on his foot.
Chu Yue was pressed and pressed, and his soft hand stroked his feet. The monk closed his eyes and his sword eyebrows moved slightly.
But he didn't move much.
Chu Yue touched his toes and said: "The greatest fortune of my concubine's life is to be a master cook. I don’t know if it’s right to think this way. Will it disturb the master’s practice, but the concubine is If I want to serve the master like this for a lifetime, my concubine has nothing to ask for."
The monk didn't speak, and waited for her to leave before he opened his eyes, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
This little widow really told him that he didn't know how to persuade him. She was considerate and considerate to everything about him, but she wanted to follow him all her life.
The monk took a scripture and read it, but didn't read it for a long time.
Then he came out after putting on his shoes. Just as the father-in-law gave the zhezi, he went to the next room to deal with the zhezi.
The father-in-law called Yingda, and whispered: "What's the matter, why do we think the master is not happy?"
"The master is very happy recently." Yingda shook his head.
Although the master did not say, but Ying Da grew up with the master, how can he not tell?
Father-in-law Feng frowned and said: "Where can our family be mistaken? The master son was indeed in a bad mood just now."
"It should be the widow." Yingda said.
"How do you say?" Feng Gonggong said quickly.
"I don't know." Ying shook his head.
The father-in-law Feng began to guess. He also followed the master's son. He was more mindful and asked, "How is the master's son sleeping at night?"
"I slept well at night, but I didn't go to rest until late these few days." Yingda said.
Father Feng's eyes lit up: "What did the widow say?"
Ying Da shook his head: "How do I know this." He didn't dare to lean over and listen: "The master likes to let her serve." But he was certain.
Every time she comes, the master will be very happy. Although she will not be overjoyed, everyone who is familiar with it knows that the master is in a good mood.
"It's really a means. If it wasn't from this background, the achievements would be limitless." Father Feng said with emotion.
He is an eunuch, and it can be seen that there are more methods in the palace, but I have to say that this widow also has a hand.
Can the master be unable to sleep at night, can the means be average?
Especially knowing that she also personally washed the feet of the master, and had direct physical contact with the master. The master did not bother her, which shows that this widow really has a way.
But that said, he was born as a widow, who couldn't turn the sky, and when his merits were fulfilled, it was time to break with the widow.
But after serving one, she will be enough to keep her prosperous and wealthy for the rest of her life.
This is also her good luck.
The father-in-law Feng came back to serve, and the monk reviewed the notes and asked, "Is there any disaster in the snow this year?"
"Don't worry, the master will cut taxes by 30% after he became the throne. The people are rich enough. Although the snow is heavy this year, it did not cause any disaster." Feng Gonggong said.
Hearing this, the monk's complexion eased a little, halfway through the notes, he stopped.
The father-in-law also thought that he wanted to order something from his master's son, so he listened to his master's son: "At the end of the day, bring this widow into the palace and arrange a position for her in the royal dining room."
Father Feng was shocked!
The master son actually wanted to take the widow into the palace!
"Yes." But even though he couldn't add to his surprise, Father Feng didn't dare to say anything and agreed.
After solving this matter, the monk just continued to deal with Zhezi, and her mood was a little better. Let her stay in the palace, will she always be too disappointed?
After the father-in-law withdrew, he said he wanted to see the widow.
Yingda went to call Chu Yue.
"The madam takes good care of the master. This is the monthly money given to the wife this month. I hope that the wife will continue to work hard and the future will be unlimited." Feng Gonggong said with a smile.
If the future is not promising, Chu Yue didn't care, didn't pick up the money, and said: "My monthly money is for charcoal fire."
Feng Gong Gongxin said how much beast gold charcoal is enough for this little money? How much do you consume in a month than the master, how much is enough?
"Then I'll go in and ask the master." Father Feng said.
I went in and asked, and soon came out: "The master said that charcoal fire sent his wife, and the money will be calculated this month."
"I'm sorry? The master is good enough for me, how can I always take the master's things for nothing?" Chu Yue shook his head.
Across the wall, the monk was standing in the yard, a smile on his lips when he heard this.
"The master will give it to you as long as you do your best to serve a good master. It will be your greatest reward." Feng Gong hinted pointedly.
This dead doesn't want to catch the monk's pigtail all the time.
