Long live Emperor Wu!

Li Shan realized it later and turned to look at the surprised Shaojian Xu, his eyes panicked and he seemed to blame himself.

He shouldn't have said it...

Xu Shaojian was very discerning. He immediately put away his surprised expression and said businesslikely:

"I know, I'll let someone do it now. I also have some friendship with Wu Cairen, so I'll do it based on my own friendship. Can't the abbot of Ganye Temple give me some face?"

Li Shan's panic suddenly relaxed. He looked away uncomfortably, his face turned slightly red, and he said no more.

……

……

Ganye Temple.

There were six people assigned to Ganye Temple together with Wu Rou, including the beautiful woman from Persia.

She was also a talented person when she entered the palace, and she has been a talented person ever since.

He only danced for Emperor Taizong during his own small palace banquets to cheer him up. He was not summoned to serve as a bed attendant, nor was he assigned any errands. He just lived in the harem comfortably for more than ten years.

Now, I went to Ganye Temple with her and had my hair shaved.

She was in front of Wu Rou, kneeling on the futon, her hair falling off while she cried heartbreakingly.

I don’t know if it’s because Persian beauties are so simple and bold, but they don’t kill pigs so loudly…

The old host who had been chanting sutras to support the ceremony finally couldn't help but frowned, stopped reciting sutras, and advised her:
"Why are you crying? It's just hair, not a head, and there are no scars. If you stay here for four or five years, if you really can't stand it anymore and want to leave, no one will stop you. Your hair will still grow back..."

The Persian beauty looked at the old host in confusion for a while, and the last strand of hair fell off her head, and she suddenly burst into tears again.

I guess I didn't understand.

The female official who followed her and understood Persian remained in the palace.

When it was Wu Rou's turn, the Persian beauty in front probably cried so hard that Wu Rou felt tired and numb.

The hair on the head was first cut into a dog-gnawed shape with scissors, and then a razor was used to scrape the scalp bit by bit and let it fall down.

The soft hair fell in front of her eyes. She reached out and grabbed a handful. It felt cold in her hands and was as smooth as silk, which made her feel a little pity in her heart.

The host was reading the scriptures and saw that she was calm. He couldn't help but praise her and said:

"You look like you have wisdom."

Wu Rou looked up at her and said in her heart: I'm afraid you've made a mistake, I just don't want to make a fool of myself.

……

This is how the life of a nun in Ganye Temple began.

The royal temple usually only receives people from the royal family, and ordinary people cannot enter at all. It is boring and clean.

Every morning, the six new arrivals would be called up to fetch water and firewood, and help wash vegetables and cook. After breakfast, they would gather in the main hall and learn to chant sutras...

The morning bells and evening drums, apart from the daily hard work of eating and working, with the company of incense candles and scriptures every day, life is not that difficult.

not so sad...

Wu Rou raised her hands to cover her eyes and looked at the blue sky and white clouds reflected on the four walls of the temple. She suppressed the heavy loss and unwillingness in her heart and kept talking to herself.

"Hurry up and get water. What are you doing standing still?" the "senior sister" next to her urged her.

Wu Rou withdrew her gaze and looked at her coldly.

This senior sister was in her 40s and was a survivor of Emperor Gaozu's harem. It was said that Emperor Gaozu's harem had as many as 300 people.There are even more who have no heirs, but those who can persist must have wisdom.Wu Rou didn't think that Senior Sister Cui always disliked them.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Do you still think you are a queen? Waiting for someone to get you water?" Senior Sister Cui frowned viciously.

Wu Rou changed her hands while holding the bucket, and said calmly with the gentle and distant expression of Li Shan in her mind:

"Senior sister, I misunderstood. I was born like this, and I didn't mean to glare at you."

After that, he went to fetch water.

She skillfully hung the bucket on the well rope, threw it down, and then shook the handle to pull the water up very neatly.

Senior Sister Cui looked at her sideways for a while, then finally let her go and went to find trouble with others.

It's not that she wants to let Wu Rou go.

In fact, Wu Rou is the most worry-free among these people.

She doesn't cry or make trouble. Although she is not a palace maid, she works better than the others for some reason. When asked, she has done all the things she did when she was abused by her brother at home.

She never needed supervision when reciting sutras. She could memorize many sutras more easily than her senior sister. If she hadn't known the inside story, she would have thought she was a bhikshuni transferred from some temple.

Even the host looked at her coldly, and would test her a few words from time to time, praise her, and wish he could take her in as his apprentice.

After fetching water, several people sat together in a basin and washed their clothes.

Senior Sister Cui held a teaching stick and dangled it in front of their eyes. While shaking it, she said:

"Why are you crying? You are still crying after washing clothes? You are not allowed to wash clothes for others, so you wash your own clothes. Are you so aggrieved? Do you think you have someone to take care of you?!"

As she spoke, she hit the Persian beauty who was wiping her tears with a stick, hit her on the back of her hand, and said angrily:

"You are the only one who has a lot of tears. Wash them quickly!"

Good guy, after this beating, she howled like a pig being killed.

Wu Rou happened to be right next to her. She was so frightened that her head hurt. She threw the clothes in her hands into the basin irritably and said softly:

"Why do you always hit her? If you didn't hit her, she would have finished washing it long ago."

When Senior Sister Cui heard that she had pushed her, she swung her stick and hit Wu Rou on the arm, and said angrily:

"Don't think that because the abbot values ​​you, you can pick on me! If I don't beat you, you will still be living in a dream and can't get out! I tell you, from now on, you must honestly understand your identity. No matter how you behave, you will be punished. You’ll suffer the consequences!”

The stick had edges and square corners, and when it hit someone, it hurt like a knife. No wonder the Persian beauty cried so miserably.

If it hit her hand, she would scream.

There was another soft cry all around, and now the other five were crying, feeling aggrieved and depressed.

Wu Rou covered her arm, gritted her teeth, and held her breath to endure it. She didn't recover for a long time.

Ah……

It was really...the long-lost pain of her skin and flesh could really bring back memories of her past.

She suddenly raised her eyes and turned around. Her eyes were single in front and double in back, and the ends of her eyes were red, as if with grievance and resentment. She covered her arms and stood up, walking into the hall.

At this time, the abbot was in the hall.

Let her swallow her anger and get beaten?no way!

She walked into the hall door angrily, and then she saw a familiar face, it was Waiter Xu!
When the abbot saw Wu Rou coming, he smiled and said to Xu Huaian:
"Isn't this what you call Wu Cairen? Don't worry. Where can she be taken care of? She can take care of herself. She has adapted very well after coming here. She is much less worried than the others."