Concubine Rebirth: Your Highness, I am sick

Chapter 209 Seducing the Monk
Around the coffin in the main hall, ice blocks were continuously replaced.In midsummer, even if Emperor Zhengheng passed away physically, people always hoped that his soul would be kept fresh.

People who cried until they couldn't cry anymore finally felt a little cold.

Yong Yi saw the princesses and sons-in-law on the other side, kneeling opposite each other.Among them, Yongrou's son-in-law, Cui Hailin, is carefully putting on clothes for Yongrou.

Oh, Yongrou.

She used to be the younger sister that Yongyi looked down on the most, she was timid but reckless, she couldn't do anything without being sensible, and she was not even as good as Yonghuan, who was born to Concubine Jing, as able to chat together.

But how can He De, this stupid girl who is so contemptuous, actually marry such a Zhouzheng son-in-law?

Yong Yi felt unspeakable jealousy.She even felt a little resentful, resentful that she was too proud back then.If her father, queen, mother and concubine were still alive, she would be able to pick out all the young men in the world, not to mention that she is still alone today.

The death of Emperor Zhengheng will change her from a princess to an eldest princess.The eldest princess is more difficult to marry than the princess. Isn't this the truth that the whole world knows?
The eminent monks who practiced deeds have changed, and they also need to rest and rotate.

The low sound of saluting Buddha sounded again in the hall.

Yong Yi only felt that there was a voice that was extraordinarily magical, which made his heart clear when he heard it.

Following the prestige, a young monk lowered his eyes, knocked on the wooden fish with one hand, and bowed to his chest with the other hand.The monk was so beautiful that he looked like a painting from a distance.

Yong Yi looked a little crazy.She had never seen such a young monk in the palace. His thin body was covered by gray monk robes, and he was indescribably charming and mysterious.

The young monk was naturally Zhen Jing.He did things with peace of mind, immersed in his own world, completely unaware that there was a pair of princess eyes looking at him all the time.

Yong Yi forgot to cry, just stared blankly at Zhen Jing, and suddenly became oblivious to such a hard and long suffering of keeping the spirit.

The two imperial uncles who were guarding her side thought she was tired from crying, and they secretly rejoiced that she didn't bother themselves any more.

The princes and princesses kept watch until the second night, and were finally allowed to take turns to rest. Only Qin Yan had to stick to the first three nights.It's not that he's not sleepy, but he can't leave. If he's really sleepy, he can only get up and walk around, or kneel there a little crookedly, and take a nap.

Zhenjing occasionally raised her eyes, but she wasn't completely in a trance.Only he himself knows what he is waiting for.

Until he was replaced by the next group of eminent monks, Cui Haitang did not appear.Zhenjing was a little disappointed, the prince was different from herself after all.He never leaves here, let alone release the concubine's ban first at such a time.

How inappropriate it is.

In the side hall of the main hall, a room was specially arranged for the eminent monks who practiced rituals to rest.After leaving the main hall, Zhenjing did not return to the side hall immediately, but stood on the corridor in the distance for a while.He felt that he needed to repent, every time he thought of the crown prince and side concubine... no, thinking of Miss Cui, he felt that he needed to repent.

"Mage."

Suddenly, someone called out from behind.

Zhenjing was startled, and turned around to look, but she was a young woman in filial piety.Hurry up and say: "Dare to ask the female benefactor what is the matter?"

The young woman is of course Princess Yongyi.She followed Zhenjing out.She knew it was wrong, but her footsteps seemed disobedient, so she followed her involuntarily.

"What is the name of the mage?"

"The poor monk is Zhenjing. I don't know the female benefactor..."

"What if I say I'm a princess?"

Zhenjing's face was calm: "The benefactor is the princess."

"Forget it, I'm actually a court lady."

Of course Zhenjing knew that she was not a palace lady, and a palace lady was not qualified to wear sackcloth and filial piety.As for whether she is a princess or not, Zhenjing doesn't think it matters.

"Whether it's a princess or a court lady, the poor monk looks the same. The poor monk is going back, so let's say goodbye."

Zhenjing doesn't like to be wordy with others, and feels that it is really inappropriate to chat with a young woman in the dark, so she wants to leave.

"Master Zhenjing stay a step!" Yong Yi called to stop him, "I have doubts in my heart, can the mage solve it?"

"What doubts does the benefactor have?"

Yong Yi was originally looking for something to say, but when he asked him such a serious question, he really became suspicious.

"You said, why some people are born noble, but their hearts are not happy?"

"The desire is too strong, but it is out of reach."

Yong Yi was taken aback for a moment: "Then why aren't the poor happy?"

"Survival is not easy, exhausting."

"So, wouldn't there be no happy people?"

Zhenjing said indifferently: "No desire, no pursuit, contentment and happiness."

Yong Yi shook his head: "It's hard for a mage to solve the hatred in my heart."

hatred?Zhenjing finally became interested and looked at her seriously.I have to say that she is very beautiful, but this beauty is exhausted. Although she looks very young, she has a kind of decadent spirit.

"The Dharma is boundless. If the female benefactor can repent calmly, it will not be difficult to forget the worries and relieve the hatred. Hostility makes people violent."

Yong Yi raised his eyebrows, and heard his subtext.

"Am I cranky?"

"At least, the mind is not peaceful."

"Yeah, I see people who were not as good as me in the past are happier than me now, and I can't calm down."

After a long while, Zhen Jing said: "It is enough to see that the female benefactor is indeed a golden branch and jade leaf."

"how do I say this?"

"A calm lake can't withstand the withering of a single leaf, and the ripples can spread out half of the lake. But in the stormy waves, a century-old tree can swallow it completely, because it has strength in its heart."

Yong Yi sneered: "Master, why don't you just call me hypocritical."

Zhenjing lowered her head and joined her palms together: "Amitabha, the poor monk dare not."

Yong Yi wanted to scold someone, so he opened his mouth, seeing Zhen Jing's picturesque beauty, he suddenly felt reluctant to part with it.

"You have nothing to dare. I remember you, Master Zhenjing."

Zhenjing didn't want to get entangled with her any more. Hearing what she said, an ominous premonition arose in her heart. She saluted slightly, turned around and left without speaking again, so as not to cause any trouble.

"Master Zhenjing!" Yong Yi shouted, and suddenly found that his voice was heard far away in the night.She was afraid of being heard, so she didn't dare to shout again, and watched the background of Zhenjing disappear into the night with hatred.

Zhenjing walked quickly back to the side hall, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.Secretly thinking, when Emperor Zhengheng's funeral is over, he will not be able to stay in the palace anymore anyway.

Although...Although I feel reluctant, it is really time to leave.

In the palace, there were many people who were fidgeting.Although the main hall is full of undercurrents, in the lonely harem, all the concubines are in mourning.Their fear is absolutely sincere, because they don't know what their future fate will be. Should they go to the Taifei Garden in the outer suburbs to wait for their death, or go to a farther place to guard the mausoleum of Emperor Zhengheng?

All hopeless.A despair lonelier than death.A long-lasting despair.

(End of this chapter)