Return from hell, the yandere villain is not easy to mess with

After breakfast, Shen Xixi took Yin Shuang out of the room and headed towards the prayer hall in the front hall.

Different from the prayer meetings held by high-ranking dignitaries in the past, the prayer that Li Wanrou asked Shen Xixi to come over was to eliminate the sins of the old lady of the Fu family, so that she could be reborn in bliss after death.

Rich families always have a lot of unavoidable hardships and do many undesirable things, and the same is naturally true for the old lady in the Hou Mansion.

In the capital, many aristocratic families dedicated lanterns to the Jinguang Temple. Every once in a while, the filial children would go to the temple to copy Buddhist scriptures for the elderly at home, enshrine them in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall, and then burn them and pray to show their sincerity.

When we arrived at the prayer hall, we found that the bookcases for copying Buddhist scriptures, futons, pens, ink, paper, and inkstones on the tables were all ready.

In the center of the room, Master Juechen, wearing a spotless white monk's robe, sat quietly on a yellow futon. Hearing the sound, he slowly opened his eyes.

"The donor is here." Juechen bowed slightly and spoke in a low voice.

"Thank you, Master." After giving a salute to Juechen, Shen Xixi walked to the desk with Yin Shuang. Yin Shuang beside her laid out rice paper on the table and began to grind ink.

"It's okay. It's rare for the third lady to be so filial. I will definitely feel your sincerity." Looking at Shen Xixi, who was wearing plain clothes and not wearing any makeup, Juechen's inner attitude towards her changed, and his voice was gentle. He asked her to take a seat.

"Master Miaozan, it's just a little thought of me as a junior." He knelt down in front of the desk, picked up the "Infinite Life Sutra" prepared beside him and spread it out.

"The third lady is too modest. If you are ready, the young monk will start..." Facing the impeccable Shen Xixi, Juechen raised his eyes and glanced, then smiled faintly and began to explain Buddhism.

A large family has never been exposed to Buddhist scriptures before, so it is difficult to copy them while chanting them. In this case, Jinguang Temple will send monks to explain and teach by words and deeds.

Shen Xixi had read a lot of poetry and scriptures before, and she learned it very easily without feeling irritated. Every time Juechen explained a paragraph, she would pick up a pen and copy it. When she met something she didn't understand, she would ask in time, and she didn't feel bored.

Yinshuang sat on the futon beside her, looking at Juechen for a while and Shen Xixi for a while. Listening to the voices of the two people talking, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her head was like a chicken pecking rice bit by bit.

Seeing how sleepy she was, Shen Xixi silently reached out her hand, pulled her to her legs and laid her down, picked up the cloak on the side and covered Yinshuang, and then continued to copy Buddhist scriptures.

Juechen, who was sitting above, heard the chanting pause and couldn't help but raise his head and take a look. Looking at the girl sleeping next to Shen Xixi's legs who was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, there was a trace of light in the deep eyes. A faint smile.

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In Shen Mansion, Shen Qing in the study was dumbfounded. He looked at the pear wood box on the table for a moment, as if he wanted to see the flowers, with panic and disbelief in his eyes.

I saw that the box that was supposed to contain the letter was replaced by an ancient parchment scroll.

Looking at the ancient and complex depiction on the sheepskin, it clearly looks like a map.

After enduring the excitement, Shen Qing stood up and walked to the window to close it. He looked around through the door and made sure that there was no one else except his servant, then returned to the desk.

Trembling, he picked up the sheepskin in the box. On the palm-sized sheepskin, a huge crabapple flower was intricately depicted. The connection between the leaves and the rhizome was a map.

Realizing that what was in his hand might be the treasure map that he had been searching for for many years, Shen Qing couldn't hide his excitement. He put his broad palms together and held the map firmly in his hands.

Suddenly, a few lines of small characters in the corner of the sheepskin caught Shen Qing's attention, causing him to spread out the map again.

Shen Xixi: "The Fu family is so ambitious that Xi'er has no other choice but to hand over the plan entrusted by her father to her uncle and hope that he will keep it safe. Xi'er has nothing to do in return."

Looking at the words left by Shen Xixi, the doubts in Shen Qing's heart gradually cleared away, and he understood why the map appeared here. It seemed that Shen Xixi knew the Fu family's thoughts about her.

I was afraid that I couldn't keep the picture, so I put the picture in his hand, but...

Thinking of the missing letters, Shen Qing couldn't help but frown. Did Shen Xixi find those letters?

When did those letters disappear?

"Knock knock" twice brought Shen Qing back from his thoughts.

"Who?" Shen Qing put the map into his sleeve and hid it, and answered the door.

"Master, Fu Hou and Fu San are here!" Outside the study, Lin Fengwan stood in front of the door with her maid, with a gentle smile on her face.

Thinking of Fu Minghe's purpose of coming this time, the smile on his face deepened. According to the news from the servants, Shen Xixi had been kicked out of the Fu family, so her Rou'er would be the future Madam of the Hou Mansion.

"I know, I'll be there in a minute." When Shen Qing heard Fu Minghe's name, his eyebrows beat a few times, and he suddenly remembered that he had made an appointment with Fu Minghe today to discuss the marriage of his two children.

"Okay." Knowing that her husband cared about Shen Xixi, Lin Fengwan said no more and left with the maid.

"I can only suffer Xi'er." Shen Qing muttered, leaning on the chair of the master for a while, then opened the door and called the servant to change his clothes, and set off towards the living room...

In the living room, Fu Youxing sat on a chair, drinking the fragrant tea served by his servant, and his consciousness gradually drifted away.

The last time I came here, I was with Xi'er. Because of him, Xi'er was seriously injured. Unexpectedly, just a few months later, when he visited the Shen family again, he wanted to marry Xi'er's... sister.

"Xing Zhi, what's wrong?" Fu Minghe, who was sitting aside, saw his son's worried look and asked in a deep voice.

"Father, my son is fine..." Knowing his father's interest in the Shen family, Fu Youxing smiled softly, saying that he was fine, and couldn't help but clenched the hands hidden in his sleeves.

He must get help from the Shen family...

After coming out of Shen's house, the sky had turned dark, because the servants of the Hou Mansion suddenly came to report. Fu Minghe went back after talking about business. Fu Youxing stayed at Shen's house for lunch, and accompanied Shen Rou to visit the garden for a while before leaving.

"Master Shen, there is no need to see you off. Xingzhi is going back." At the door of Shen's mansion, Fu Youxing bowed and saluted as he looked at Shen Qing who was seeing him off. His moon-white robe shone with golden light in the sunset.

"It's okay. We don't talk to each other. Xianxu walks slowly." Shen Qing nodded with satisfaction to the polite Fu Youxing.

Although the two families each have what they need in their marriage, the son-in-law is a talented person and the daughter really likes him, which makes Shen Qing feel better.

Farewell to Shen Qing, Fu Youxing got on the carriage and left.

After getting on the carriage, the smile that had lasted all day disappeared. As if he had lost all his strength, Fu Youxing leaned against the wall of the carriage, feeling a pain in his head like a needle.

Shen Qing seemed very happy today. During the dinner, he took him to drink a lot of wine. He drank too much and his stamina was a bit strong.

Suddenly, the carriage seemed to hit something, and the carriage braked suddenly, causing Fu Youxing to almost rush out.

"What's wrong?" Resisting the turbulence in his stomach, Fu Youxing's eyes were filled with impatience and his voice was sharp.

"Third Master, we bumped into someone." Outside the carriage, the driver's voice was trembling, and he was already scared to death.

"Idiot!" Fu Youxing cursed in a low voice, rubbed his swollen and painful temples, raised his hand and opened the car curtain and looked forward.

"help me!"