Don't abuse the prince, the princess has remarried

Chapter 346 Blowing Immortal Qi on Him

He said lightly, "Not bad."

Then he looked at Gu Qianzhou and said, "Try it too."

Hearing this, Su Shuangluo lifted her hand, poured a cup for Gu Qianzhou, and said softly, "Princess Chu, please have some tea."

Gu Qianzhou picked up the teacup, put it to his lips and sniffed it lightly, and then took a sip. It was sweet and dense, and the taste was good. It wasn't that the tea was brewed well, but that the tea was good.

He smiled and said, "It's delicious. I didn't expect Susi Yao to make tea so well."

Su Shuangluo pursed her lips and smiled humbly, "Princess Chu congratulates me."

The Empress Dowager said the tea was good, and Gu Qianzhou also said the tea was good, but after they tasted it, they didn't touch the cup of tea in front of them again.

Su Shuang sat there with downcast eyebrows, a humble and gentle appearance, with a faint shadow under her long eyelashes, her expression could not be seen.

The Empress Dowager looked at Gu Qianyu and said, "Didn't you just talk about the interesting things in the south of the Yangtze River? Let's continue, and the Ai family will also listen to it."

The emperor heard that the empress dowager was interested, and said with a smile, "Choose more anecdotes to tell the empress dowager."

Gu Qianyu respectfully replied, "Yes."

I'm not stage fright, so I thought for a while and said, "One time when I went to the south of the Yangtze River, I stayed in a temple. In winter, the wind was bleak and the grass and trees all over the mountain were withered. Only two peonies stood side by side behind the temple, blooming brilliantly. .

And the young lovers around who offer incense will come to pay homage to these two peonies. They only say that after paying homage to the peonies, they will be able to sing in harmony and have a good marriage for a hundred years. "

The Empress Dowager was indeed aroused curiosity, "Why is this? I only heard of worshiping Bodhisattvas and gods, but never heard of worshiping peonies."

Gu Qianyu smiled and said, "That's right, the court lady was also curious, and after asking the abbot, I found out that there is a reason for this.

It turned out that many years ago, a scholar was studying here and saw a peony at the door that was dying, so he watered it carefully every day.

Not only carefully watered it, but also talked to it every day and recited poems to it. Day after day, the peony came back to life and bloomed beautiful flowers in the winter.

The scholar was overjoyed, watered it more attentively, and wrote more beautiful poems for it. Day after day, one person and one flower accompanied him through the long spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In the spring of the next year, the scholar bid farewell to Mudanhua and went to Beijing to take the exam, but he didn't want to be beaten to death and thrown into a mass grave because he provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.

That night, it rained heavily, and he, who was clearly dead, suddenly came back to life.

He had a dream. He dreamed that a beautiful fairy in white clothes kissed him and blew fairy air on him, and all the scars on his body healed, and there was no pain at all.

After he woke up, his mind was full of the figure of the fairy, haunted in his dreams, he didn't think about food and drink, and his midnight dreams were all about her.

He looked for her everywhere, but the world was so big, how could he find the girl of his dreams?

Later, I met an eminent monk.

He asked, how to find the fairy in the dream?

The eminent monk said, why look for it, the fairy is by your side.

The scholar is puzzled.

The eminent monk enlightened the way, what kind of cause was planted, what kind of fruit will be produced, you saved a peony flower essence, but the peony flower essence gave you the essence in the end, bringing you back to life.

As if he understood something, the scholar returned to the temple where he studied at the beginning, and went to the back mountain to see that the peony that bloomed all year round had withered, leaving only a dry rhizome.

The scholar hugged the dry rhizome and cried into tears...

(End of this chapter)