Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 3.4

"Madam, why are you crying?" Madam Zheng said in surprise.

Xiao's subconsciously reached out and touched the corner of his eyes, starting with the wetness of his hands.

She slowed down, only to find that the corner of the messy ruined temple had become a corner of the magnificent Daxiong Palace, and the corner of her left hand was turned into a sign.

Is it a dream?

But it's too real.

If it's not a dream-

Xiao Clan looked down at the signature in his hand: "Working hard and trying to succeed, when the flowers bloom, there is a gust of wind; Xijun can only take advantage of it, and hope that there will be no red in the east."

She couldn't help substituting this signature on herself in the "dream".

The previous sentence said that she was conscientious in managing the backyard of the government, and only hoped that IKEA would have a good room and her son would become a talent. As a result, the mother-in-law watched with cold eyes, her husband was cold by nature, and looked close. The son who had spoiled him for more than 20 years was not only not his own, but also desperately wanted her life.

As for the Xijun in the latter sentence, recalling what happened in the "dream" just now, she couldn't help turning her head to look at the third Buddha who was not far away or graceful or kind.

At this moment, a middle-aged monk hurriedly walked in, stood still in front of the sign stand, folded his hands together, bowed and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk suddenly suffered from abdominal pain. The female donors have been waiting for a long time. Are the two female donors asking for signing? Huh-"

The eyes of the three people suddenly fell on the signature in Xiao's hands.

Madam Zheng subconsciously looked behind the middle-aged monk, where there were old monks everywhere.

Xiao's obviously realized this too. She was taken aback for a moment, half-opened her mouth, and only said: "This sign stand has always been the master and you are in charge of it alone?"

"Exactly." The middle-aged monk suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's not a dream, it's really not a dream..." Xiao Clan held Madam Zheng's hand and staggered to stand firm, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and like being poured with cold water from head to toe. Both up and down lost consciousness.

Sadness, hatred, confusion... emotions intertwined in her heart.

"Madam, what's wrong with you, madam?" Looking at the shaky appearance of the Xiao Clan, Madam Zheng said anxiously: "Madam, you can't have an accident. The purpose of our coming to Huguo Temple at this moment is for the upcoming expedition to Tartar. Soldiers pray for blessings, if you have something to do in Huguo Temple at this point, wouldn't it be a blow to the soldiers' morale if it spreads out?"

Xiao Clan was relieved suddenly.

Madam Zheng was right. At this point, she couldn't mess around, let alone draw conclusions in a hurry.

In case, what if you are really dreaming!

She couldn't help being lucky.

Finally, she suppressed the complex emotions in her heart, took a short breath, and then tried her best to maintain a calm tone, and said slowly: "Mother Zheng, didn't you just say that the osmanthus flowers in the back mountain of the temple are blooming?"

Madam Zheng knew what to ask and what not to ask, she just followed Xiao's words and answered: "Yes, the monk in the temple said, it's going well!"

"Then let's take a look!" Xiao picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, a decent smile was pulled from the corner of his mouth, and he instantly restored his former grace and luxury.