My Loyal and Lovely Husband

Wang Su, who has been kneeling on the ground all the time, is clear about it, because both his parents and sisters believe in Buddha.

“I know! On the day of Buddha’s birthday, all the monks around the temple will participate in Buddhist activities or receive pilgrims. If Jiang Qingshou really goes to Dajue temple, he must be seen by monks! ” Wang Su says quickly.

County Magistrate Wang Hai and Yamen servants are suddenly enlightened.

Jin Weiwei shakes her head and says, “it’s true, but it’s not what I want to say.”

People look at her again.

“Dajue temple is famous for praying for the Qiuzi Guanyin. So seldom do people know that every year on the day of Buddha’s birthday Dajue temple will use the best cinnabar, Huailin cinnabar, to paint the name of Buddha on the palm of every pilgrim who comes here…” Jin Weiwei says and walks to Jiang Qingshou.

Jiang Qingshou’s pupils widen. He already understands Jin Weiwei’s real purpose, and quickly holds his fist tightly.

Weiwei indifferently looks at him and quickly catches his fist, forces him to open his hand. Weiwei is born with great power, and easily opens his hand.

Jin Weiwei, raising her voice, says loudly: “But please look, his palm has nothing!”

The palms are exposed in front of the people. The Yamen servants stretch their heads to see. Wang Hai also comes down and walks to Jin Weiwei’s side. With only one glance, his face turns gloomy when he looks at Jiang Qingshou again.

“Jiang Qingshou, what else do you want to say?” Wang Hai asks.

Jiang Qingshou is greatly anxious and wants to shout to explain, but his mouth is blocked by veil and could only make a faltering voice.

A yamen servant takes it out from his mouth.

Jiang Qingshou quickly calls out: “My County Magistrate, I did go to Dajue temple for relaxation that day. The Buddha’s name was painted on my hands, but I washed them off after I came back!”

It’s just Cinnabar, although it is not easy to wash off, but not impossible, Wang Hai ponders.

However, Jin Weiwei suddenly smiles. Her laughter is crisp and refreshing, and her whole person is lively and vivid, just like a flower just in bloom.

This sweet laughter makes all the people puzzled, and wonder what happened to her.

“What are you laughing at, girl?” Wang Hai asks in confusion. This case falls into a dilemma again, and she should have no reason to be happy.

“Of course I want to laugh…” Jin Weiwei’s breath is a little unsteady because of her laughter. She takes a breath and reveals her final answer: “Because what I said earlier is a lie.”

Ah! There is an uproar.

Jin Weiwei continues: “As long as the Buddha’s birthday comes every year, the Dajue temple does hold Buddhist birthday meetings and various activities, but there is no tradition of drawing Buddhist names on the palms of pilgrims.”

It turns out to be so!

“I was thinking that my mother believes in Buddhism. Why have I never heard her mention such things as drawing Buddha’s name in her palm? ” Not long ago, the Yamen servant, who said he saw his mother decorate the Buddhist niche, suddenly realized the truth.

“I was really fooled by this little girl!” Wang Hai is dumbfounded.

“Jiang Qingshou, what else do you want to say?” Jin Weiwei stares at Jiang Qingshou, her eyes and eyebrows showing her contempt and pride.

Jiang Qingshou is so excited that he has lost all his reason. He quickly roars to defend himself: “My County Magistrate, my memory went wrong just now. At that time, there was no monk in the temple who drew the name of Buddha in my palm!”

How could he withdraw his confession in the court? Does he regard Wang Hai as a fool? or thinks Wang Hai is just a county magistrate who can be tricked at will?

Wang Hai looks at Jiang Qingshou angrily.

Unexpectedly, Jin Weiwei laughs again at this time. She wipes her tears from the corner of her eyes and says, “look, what did I say just now? Jiang Qingshou, you are a complete fool. Otherwise, how could you believe anything I said?”

After listening to this, people are stunned again. Then someone asks in a low voice: “Miss Jin, what you just said is not true?”

“So the truth is that they will paint on the palms of pilgrims on Buddha’s birthday?”

Jin Weiwei does not answer, just looks at Jiang Qingshou with a smile.

Wang Hai now, in fact, does not need Jin Weiwei to answer. He already knows the answer. Whether Dajue Temple draws the name of Buddha in the hands of every pilgrim is not important at all. The important thing is that Jiang Qingshou has fallen into the trap.

Jin Weiwei walks around Jiang Qingshou. She gets close to his ear and says softly, “My good uncle, what do you think? Does Dajue Temple draw the name of Buddha on Buddha’s birthday

Sweating in fear, Jiang Qingshou looks pale and his lips begin to tremble.

Not long after, outside the threshold of the court, a yamen servant with a thin middle-aged monk in cassock stands there.

“Lord, Liao Kong is here.” Says the Yamen officer, holding his fist.

Wang Hai takes a look at Jiang Qingshou, who is shivering. His eyes show a strong disgust. He swings his sleeve and walks back to the desk. He sits down upright: “now, let Liao Kong reveal the final answer to us.”

“LiaoKong!” Wang Hai looks at the bald monk and yells solemnly.

LiaoKong walks into the public hall, his hands joined together, and quietly says: LiaoKong is here !”

“Tell me, on Buddha’s birthday, will Dajue Temple paint the name of Buddha with cinnabar on the palms of every pilgrim who comes?” Wang Hai asks.

LiaoKong half droops his eyes, solemnly answers: “Yes!”

“Impossible -” after Liao Kong exposes the truth, Jiang Qingshou, like a madman, tries to rush forward: “I, Jiang, have lived in Linshui County for more than 40 years. Why have I never heard of it

Liao Kong raises his eyes and calmly says: “Benefactor, monks never lie!”

Jiang Qingshou is still unwilling to give up, and keeps roaring: “you are the helper of that cunny girl, and get together to cheat me! I will remember you! ”

“Shut up! Jiang Qingshou, why are you still denying your error? ”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

In this situation, Jiang still refuses to admit his crime and shows no regret at all. It is extremely abhorrent. With an angry face, Wang Hai picks up the gavel and knocks it on the table.

Jiang Qingshou is directly awakened. He suddenly realizes that he has lost his manner. He kneels down trembling and yells: “I’m really being wronged! Three generations of my family are good people. How can I… ”

Yeah! Three generations of ancestors are good people, but the descendants are bastards! Jin Weiwei thinks silently.

“Stop. How shameful you are to mention your ancestors! It’s a waste of the reputation of your grandparents!” Wang Hai is really disgusted by Jiang, and roars with anger: “Plug his mouth.”

The Yamen have long been angry with Jiang Qingshou. A beast dares to roar at the court. They couldn’t wait to come forward and put a rag into his mouth.

A smell of acid and stink fills his mouth. Jiang Qingshou intends to take it off, and the next second he is pressed on the ground by the Yamen servants.

“Woo Hoo!” He rolls his eyes in pain.