After the new widow, I became a tyrant's tender outer chamber

Chapter 18 Misunderstanding
The rain became more and more wanton and ferocious. Looking from under the eaves, it became a grand rain curtain. The flowers and plants in front of us were like the sky, which looked extraordinarily gloomy.

Ruan Yuyi stood on the porch, reaching out to touch the raindrops, and the rain hit her warm palm and slipped down.

She turned around and said to Mu Xiang in the wing room, "Is there no extra umbrella?"

Seeing that it was raining, the group of them hurried to the courtyard arranged for them by the temple, without bothering to take extra umbrellas, only the ones in the wing room were at hand.

It's raining like this, it's definitely unrealistic to go to the people in the temple to get it, but she can't go to other people's rooms to borrow it, otherwise, if the other party asks, it's good to see something.

Mu Xiang came out of the house and shook her head helplessly, "I really can't find many."

Ruan Yuyi's hand holding the umbrella handle was tight, and she didn't know if the prince would still be in his courtyard in such weather.

"Do you have the transcribed papers?" she asked.

Mu Xiang pulled out a corner from the sleeve, "It's always been here." Ruan Yuyi took it and hid it in her arms.

So they opened the umbrella, leaning against each other, and trotted into the rain.

When they arrived at the temple, their shoes, socks and dresses were inevitably wet. Ruan Yuyi was shivering from the cold, and her little face was a little pale.

After Mu Xiang arranged her properly, she held up her umbrella and went to the dining room in the temple, saying that she was going to cook a bowl of ginger soup for her.

Ruan Yuyi nodded, took out the scripture copy that was dry in her arms, and held it tightly in her hand.

The rain slanted in and drenched half of the corridor. She originally wanted to take a fire bag and go to the courtyard to burn the scriptures, which could be regarded as expressing her memory of this unknown heroic spirit.

However, the heavy rain beat everything into a mess, don't say it, I'm afraid it can't even light a fire outside.

Not seeing the prince, she thought for a moment, then went to the small temple, after all, she saw that His Highness also burnt incense here.

She found a copper basin, put scriptures in it, and lit it by the door.

The flames burst into flames at once, devouring her mental energy bit by bit with joy.

The burnt paper ashes were blown all over the sky by the wind, and some were blown into the temple and fell on her skirt.

Because her elder brother joined the army, she knew all too well that in recent years the barbarians have been rampant, oppressing and plundering countless border people, making them restless, and even after that battle, only a few years after Ansheng, there is a faint intention to seize the land.

These women and children do not have the ability to carry guns. It is because of the soldiers who have not returned home for many years and their sacrifices one after another that they can exchange for the safety of their homeland.

She stared at the changing firelight, thin sadness wrapped around her heart like vines.

Suddenly, a stern shout came from above, "What are you doing here?"

A pair of black forged boots stood in her peripheral vision.

Jiang Huaiyang frowned, didn't she know that burning paper is not allowed in the temple?
Ruan Yuyi trembled from the sudden reprimand, she kept squatting and looked up at him, the face of the person in front of her was full of stormy appearance.

Although Shi Zi usually had a cold face, he had never been so stern. She didn't know which bottom line had been touched by him, and she was a little shocked for a moment, and looked back at him timidly.

Jiang Huaiyang saw that she was raising her head, her eyes seemed to be a little more fresh than the rain-stained flowers outside, and she suddenly felt more dry.

As soon as he encountered something about the lieutenant general, his thoughts became chaotic. At this moment, he only felt that the blood all over his body was screaming.

So he pulled her up from the ground.

He held the sword in his hand for a long time, and he didn't know the weight when he grabbed the woman's delicate forearm. Ruan Yuyi was pulled by him and staggered, almost crashing into his arms.

She staggered and managed to stay in shape, and the pearl tassels on her hair shook violently as if frightened.

When Mu Xiang came back with a bowl of ginger soup, she happened to meet this scene.

She whispered, "Miss!" As she walked, the light yellow juice swayed and splashed a little, and the warm soup soaked into her fingers.

The flames under his feet were still beating, as if he couldn't wait to get out of the shackles of the copper basin.

Jiang Huaiyang noticed the porcelain bowl in her hand, but didn't look carefully at what kind of soup was in it. She snatched it and poured it all into the copper basin, and the fire went out all at once.

"You..." Ruan Yuyi originally had good intentions, but in exchange for scolding, plus she couldn't bear the fact that the ginger soup brought by Mu Xiang in the rain was ruined like this, she felt ashamed and angry.

She struggled a few times, but Jiang Huaiyang's hand was still tightly gripping her forearm like iron clamps.

He sneered, and dark waves surged deep in his eyes, "It is disrespectful to burn paper in front of the Buddha. I don't believe you don't know."

This is a Buddhist hall, who gave her the courage to burn paper here, not to mention...the temple will hold a [-]-day chanting for the deputy general here, and it will end in the first few days.

How could he tolerate her messing around at this juncture.

Seeing their posture, Mu Xiang was startled for a moment, and wanted to step forward to save the young lady, but someone behind her held her shoulder, and she looked back.

He was a man with slender eyes and a soft face.

Wen Zhi stepped forward with a calm expression, cupped his hands, "Master, what happened?" He heard the movement, so he wanted to come over and take a look, but unexpectedly saw this scene.

Seeing him here again, the girl seemed a little surprised.Wen Zhi looked away.

"Clean up here quickly." Hearing Wen Zhi's question, Jiang Huaiyang regained his senses, and finally let go of his grip on her.

Ruan Yuyi looked down and saw that there were some red and white fingerprints on her forearm. She silently rubbed the sore spot, leaned forward and said, "Your Highness, forgive me."

Maybe she shouldn't have wished to transcribe the scriptures all morning, and her wrists were sore after copying, and people didn't appreciate it at all.

That's right, this soldier sacrificed his life to go to the country's calamity, and after his death, he will have his own son to pay homage to him.After all, she was troublesome.

"Mu Xiang, let's go." Her voice was as soft as a cloud, which could be blown away at will, but Mu Xiang could hear the helplessness inside.

She shouldn't have allowed the young lady to hook up with the prince.

Ruan Yuyi's tiny bell rang between her wrists, and she lifted her foot and was about to leave.

Jiang Huaiyang didn't stop, just stood still, but his chest felt a little stagnant because of the broken ringtone.

Wen Zhi stopped her.

"Girl, why are there words on the paper you burned?"

He fiddled with the remaining unburnt pages in the copper basin, and because it was wet, the handwriting on it was also blurred, and he could only vaguely discern that the words were neatly arranged.

Ruan Yuyi suppressed all the emotions in her eyes, took a deep breath, felt a little calmer, and then opened her lips, "It's just some scriptures."

"Is it the Ksitigarbha Sutra?" Wen Zhi turned to the bottom corner that was still intact, picked it out, and asked after carefully identifying it.

Ruan Yuyi remained silent.So what if it is, so what if it is not, the son's words can speak against her tens of thousands of words.

Jiang Huaiyang was startled when he heard this.The concubine likes to bow to the Buddha, so he has heard about the usefulness of this scripture, but why did she copy this thing and transcribed so many sheets.

He turned his head to look at the incense sticks that were still burning on the altar, and a thought popped into his mind——

She was praying for the lieutenant who died far away, as an ordinary citizen who was sheltered by them.

Wen Zhi crushed his fingertips, and the shredded paper fell back into the copper basin.He got up and said, "Master, can I ask... why is there ginger slices on it?"

Girl, I can only help you so far.he thought.

Jiang Huaiyang took a look at the mess when he heard the words, and then noticed the sporadic ginger slices in the copper basin, which were white and yellow, and now they fell inside, covered with a lot of paper dust, which seemed a bit out of order.

Looking at Ruan Yuyi again, half of her dress was slightly wet, her hands were mingled together, stroking from time to time, her jade face was as pale as paper, and she looked fragile and pitiful.

He knew he had missed her.

The autumn rain brought a chill, and the weather was getting colder day by day. She was obviously so slender, but she was still wearing thin clothes. Do you really think he likes to look at her?

He looked complicated, but softened his attitude, and ordered in a deep voice, "Wen Zhi, go and get a new bowl of ginger soup. Take your lady to the next room to rest." He said to Mu Xiang again.

If you don't cherish your own body, who will take care of it?

(End of this chapter)