who is my husband

Chapter 40

Out of the palace in a gloomy mood, Yun Ying asked Chu Wu to drive the carriage, and the group of three went to Qingshan Temple.

The mist is lingering, the maple leaves are fluttering, and the red of the mountain covers the Qingshan Temple after the light rain, which feels like a dream.

Perhaps the realm of Buddhism can really brighten people's mood. Even Xiao Jin, who has been sleeping in the carriage obediently, seems to be infected with the tranquility of Buddhism. The fuss of the past.

After the carriage arrived at the foot of the mountain, Chu Wu tied the horse to the stump, and the three of them walked towards the temple on foot on the bluestone steps.

After announcing the door of his house, he let the little monk who was sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard go in to report. After a while, an old monk with a bald head and white beard came out to meet him quickly. When he saw Yunying, he was slightly stunned, and then came In front of her, he saluted and said: "The old man Wuchen welcomes His Royal Highness the Princess! I don't know that the Princess is coming, but I can't greet you from afar, and I hope the Princess will forgive me!" If the disciple who went to inform said that the person who came claimed to be Chu Yunying, he would He definitely won't recognize her, the chubby and cute little milk baby back then is now so beautiful, as beautiful as Princess Chuyun back then.

Of course Yunying didn't know who he was, but obviously from what he said, the person in front of her must be the abbot.Putting his hands together in front of his chest, he bowed politely and bowed, "The abbot doesn't need to be too polite. It's Yun Ying who came here suddenly and disturbed the purity of Buddhism. Please forgive me a lot."

The abbot was flattered and responded: "The princess is serious."

Yunying didn't want to continue to salute him back and forth like this, so she said bluntly: "Abbot, Yunying came here this time to pray for the emperor, and she doesn't want anyone to disturb her, so I asked the abbot to prepare a clean meditation hall for Yunying, is it convenient? "

The abbot's old face was full of appreciative smiles, "It's really rare for the princess to have such a kind heart. The emperor is a generation of Mingjun, and the princess praying for my emperor is to pray for the people of Canglan. The princess is concerned about the country and the people. It's a great act of kindness, as long as the Princess makes the request, the old monk will definitely do his best."

"In this way, there will be trouble for the abbot."

"Princess, please!"

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What the abbot prepared for her was a meditation hall in the corner of the courtyard called Jingxinzhai, which was clean and secluded, which met Yunying's requirements.After kneeling on the futon decently, he asked Chu Wu and Zhu'er who were guarding the door to close the door.

Of course she didn't come here to chant scriptures and Buddha, but because someone had been following them since the three of them came out of the palace, and that person stopped outside the temple gate until the abbot brought them here. If she guesses wrong, that person is the maid next to the queen. It seems that the queen is still suspicious of her, so she must come here and put on a good show.

After about a stick of incense, a purple figure suddenly floated out from behind the Buddha statue, and landed in front of Yun Ying with a light leap.

Yunying was so frightened that she immediately fell down on the futon, and when she saw who was coming, she said angrily: "Brother, you are so elusive, I thought you were haunted! It's scary!" He kept stroking his chest, suppressing the shock by himself.

Song Xiyang bent his mouth, picked up the tribute peach on the table and took a bite, "Why did you come to meet in such a place of asceticism? Compared with it, I still prefer Ningxianglou."

Yun Ying stood up, took the tribute peach from his hand and put it in her mouth, eating happily, and occasionally wiped the peach juice that accidentally flowed out from the corner of her mouth, "Go to Ningxianglou, you patronize merry and happy, How can I have the mood to talk about business!"

Song Xiyang stared blankly at her eating the tribute peach he had bitten, couldn't move his eyes away for a while, just stared at her with the corners of his mouth curled up like that, thinking that the peach must be delicious, he had long forgotten that he had already bitten it just now One bite, the taste of ordinary peaches
Yun Ying waved her hand in front of his pair of peach blossoms, "Hey, come back to your senses! Where is the girl who is still reminiscing about Ningxianglou? OK, after we finish the business, you can go back and continue." Which girl deserves his endless aftertaste? ah.

She had made an agreement with Song Xiyang yesterday, and they would meet at Chunxin Pavilion in Ningxiang Building after she left the palace, but something happened today, and the queen's people were following her again, so she had to come to Qingshan Temple for a walk.Of course, after deciding to come to Qingshan Temple, she went to Jinglan Palace before leaving the palace. The purpose of course was not to catch up with her aunt whom she had not seen for three years, but to let her pick a trustworthy maid in Jinglan Palace and go to Ninglan Palace. Chunxin Pavilion in Xianglou went to Song Xiyang and told Song Xiyang that she was waiting for him at Qingshan Temple, and that the queen's people were guarding outside the temple gate to prevent him from entering through the main entrance.As a result, that guy appeared in front of her in such a frightening way.

"Tell me about your entry into the palace today? How is your father's health?" Song Xiyang regained his senses with a slight smile, ignored her teasing, and began to talk to her about business.

"Oh, good! Uncle's body is very weak." In the clean and hidden Jingxin room, the two sat on the altar table, dangling their legs, talking while eating fruit.

(End of this chapter)