Tomorrow, I'll copy the Rebirth Sutra for you. You must remember me and come back to see me.
Qin Songmo knew that his youngest daughter was stubborn.
But when he heard his little daughter's inner voice and learned that she wanted to copy the Sutra of Rebirth for a bird... that was not dead at all, he couldn't help but raise his hand to support his forehead.
Taking a deep breath, he patted her back lightly with his big palm from time to time.
It was not until half an hour later that the breathing of the person in his arms became long and deep, and the man carefully put her back on the bed.
After he walked out of the room with warmth, Mingyue walked forward.
"Master, that bird..."
Qin Songmo raised his hand to stop him, "Just keep it in the other courtyard for now."
Even though Ming Yue was standing under the eaves, he could still hear the conversation between the Prime Minister and the young lady inside the house.
The bird was obviously not dead and was kept by the Prime Minister in his other courtyard, but the Prime Minister said that the bird was dead, which made the young lady so sad.
Unable to bear that the young lady would have to get up and copy the scriptures tomorrow, Mingyue still couldn't help but bite the bullet and said, "But the young lady likes that bird very much."
"Mingyue, Shengyi is smarter than you think. Even I have nothing to teach her."
"Besides giving her what she wants, the only thing I can teach her is to endure the brief pain of separation."
"Ahem...never mind. Are Changxiao and the others ready?"
Ming Yue, who finally understood the Prime Minister's painstaking efforts, suddenly became quiet.
Hearing the Prime Minister's question, he just responded dully.
Qin Songmo looked up at the sky where snow was still falling, and his boots made a squeaking sound as he stepped on the snow.
"Then let's go."
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