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Chapter 197 Princess, no one dares to bully you

Wei Yunzhu understood, he believed it.

Then he suddenly changed the subject: "Pei Ji, if someone bullies me in the future, will you seek justice for me?"

Pei Ji's voice became sharper, with a hint of chill: "Princess, no one dares to bully you, if there is, I will definitely not let you go."

There was a mist in the girl's eyes, as if she was very moved, she subconsciously rubbed her forehead against the man's chin, and said in a low voice, "I believe you."

After a long time, she said softly again: "Pei Ji, in the future, we will have two children, a boy and a girl, okay?"

child?Pei Ji suddenly thought of what the doctor said, and his body froze. In fact, he had never thought too much about his heirs. He didn't need anything, as long as the little princess was by his side, that was enough.

I couldn't bear to tell her.

But now, the girl he loves says she wants to give birth to two children for herself, and they are the children of him and the little princess, carrying their love, with his fiery purity, something he never dared to dream of. !

"Tell me, what's the name of our child?"

Pei Ji just looked at him tenderly, the girl thought about it carefully and said a few names, but she was not satisfied, so she punched him on the chest angrily: "I can't think of it, and neither do you!"

Pei Ji smiled a few times, and reached out to hold the restless little hand: "What are you in a hurry for? We can think about it slowly."

The girl looked helpless, turned around lazily, and deliberately turned her back on him, which provoked the man to chuckle frequently, but he also took the trouble to coax his wife.

At this moment when the fireworks in the world are so gorgeous, Pei Ji feels that he and the little princess will surely be able to be like countless ordinary couples, loving each other and growing old together.

Perhaps, the Buddha still had compassion for him, and even though his sins were serious, he could achieve consummation.

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The weather is getting colder and colder. On the day of Lidong, there was a little rain. The streets and alleys of Chang'an City are full of pedestrians who have not had time to change into new coats, shrinking their necks and hurrying home.

Wei Yunzhu stood on the porch, looking up at the desolate and solemn scene in front of him, Pei Ji had been gone for more than half a month.

I would write to him every day, never expressing my longing, only the endless trivial things.She picked up a little raccoon cat in front of the mansion, and it was very cute, so she kept it as a pet; the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent a new winter official uniform, which was changed from the bright embroidery method in the past. It was so exquisite and unique. If he wore it It must look good; the dining room made sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and the sweet-scented osmanthus was transported from Lingnan by Li Yi with great effort.

There were so many, many, messy little things, and they were handed out one by one. At first, she was still counting, but she couldn't count after that.

Until the third day of November, Pei Ji wrote a letter with a few words: "November [-]th, don't read it."

Wei Yunzhu understood that Pei Ji always kept what he said, and it seemed that he would definitely come back on November [-]th.

She put away the letter in her hand, and Rong Qiao came from behind with a cloak, and gently put it on for her: "Miss, it's cold outside, let's go inside quickly."

Wei Yunzhu nodded, turned around and walked inside.

"Rong Qiao, go and call Miss Feng back, and tell her that I am willing to accompany her to Qiling Temple to pray for the disaster victims."

A few days ago, Feng Wei sent someone to bring a message, saying that she was invited to go to Qiling Temple in a few days to pray for the famine victims in the north. After thinking for a long time, she decided to go to the appointment.

Some things should come to an end.

Rong Qiao opened the door, and there was a burst of warmth, mixed with a hint of fragrance, the warm atmosphere engulfed Wei Yunzhu's cold outside.

She glanced at the case on the table: "Rong Qiao, grind ink for me."

Picking up the brush, there were thousands of thoughts in my heart, but I didn't know how to write it for a while, Wei Yunzhu frowned, and decided not to write.

Putting down the pen, in a daze, the emotions in the eyes were complicated.

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A few days ago, there was a famine in the north, and the victims were starved to death on the streets. The situation was tragic. Feng Wei often went to Qiling Temple to copy scriptures for the victims and pray for blessings.

On the tenth day of November, Feng Wei and Wei Yunzhu set foot on the mountain road to Qiling Temple.

This year's early winter was different from the previous cold, the wind swept through the cold and thoroughly chilled, Wei Yunzhu opened the curtain of the carriage, looked at the desolate scene outside the window, couldn't help shivering.

Rong Qiao took another cloak, wrapped it around her, and said worriedly: "If I had known that the cold air on this mountain was so severe, I should have brought you a few more thick coats. If you were sick, Rong Qiao would feel so guilty." !"

Wei Yunzhu came back to his senses, and smiled softly: "Okay, you're almost wrapping me up like a bear, don't worry, my body is already fully recovered, how can I be so weak and unrestrained."

When they arrived at Qiling Temple, Feng Wei was still friendly, and they copied the scriptures for a day in the side hall with her, and then arranged her in a meditation room to the west.

It's not luxurious, but it's simple and clean. It's quite the elegance of Zhangtai Yangliu. However, the windows and door joints here are a little loose. The cold wind blows from outside, and the bamboo door "cracks". The cold air rushed in all at once.

In the daytime, it is still the same, but at night, the mountain is already covered with frost, cold and dew, and the damp chill is curled up in the cool wind. This kind of coldness pierces the bone marrow. I can't stand it no matter what.

Rong Qiao wrapped Wei Yunzhu's cloak tightly, but the girl was still trembling, even her lips were a little purple from the cold.

Seeing her distressed, she immediately ran out and caught a young novice, hoping that he could change her daughter to a better meditation room, at least, without giving wind.

But the little novice's expression was stiff, and his attitude was not good: "Almsgiver, there was a heavy rain on the mountain a few days ago, which destroyed all the meditation rooms. This one is already considered very good. If you want to change it, it will only be a worse."

Rong Qiao muttered angrily, "What kind of attitude!"

The little novice became even more angry, and immediately turned around and disappeared forever.

When she ran back, she saw her own lady trembling, and said simply: "There is no good Zen room, there must be charcoal fires, miss, please wait, servants go find some charcoal fires."

Wei Yunzhu said: "There is no need to make this trip in vain, there must be none."

Rong Qiao didn't believe in evil, she ran out stubbornly, and came back dejectedly after about ten quarters of an hour: "Miss, as you expected, there is no charcoal fire."

"However, it's already winter and November. How could such a big temple not prepare charcoal fire? It's really strange!"

Wei Yunzhu had expected a long time ago that this trip with Feng Wei would definitely not make her feel better, so she asked Rong Qiao to bring the quilt from the bed and wrap herself tightly, and then she stopped trembling .

(End of this chapter)