It seemed that he didn't care about her accidental eavesdropping.
She raised her feet and walked in. The old monk looked at her kindly and performed a Buddhist salute, "Almsgiver Wei, I was still used to it last night."
Wei Jingwei felt relieved when she saw that his tone was like that of an elder.
"Reply to the host, everything is going well for me here. The temple is quiet, which suits me."
The monk nodded, "The poor monk's Dharma title is to abstain from anger."
"Abstain from being in charge of anger."
"The donor can stay here with peace of mind. Baiyun Temple is quiet and a good place to live."
Wei Jingwei knew that the host must have been entrusted by her grandmother, so she nodded in agreement.
The two chatted for a while about life in the temple, and Jiehe suggested that she join in and listen to the monks chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.
Wei Jingwei agreed and went back.
.............
"Humph, it's true, aunt. I'm not a child anymore, and I already have someone in my heart... Why bother helping me look at other young masters? I don't like any of them! How about Mr. Jiang... ..."
In the palace, Princess Rong'an, who had just come out of Concubine Jiang's palace, was muttering dissatisfiedly, and Jinzhan frowned beside her.
Seeing that there was no one around, she hurriedly whispered: "Princess, I don't want to say this. If others hear it, I have to say it again..."
She was kindly reminding her, but Princess Rongan was in a bad mood at the moment. She had just pestered Concubine Jiang to ask her to go to the emperor to blow the pillow, so that she could settle down her marriage to Jiang Yinbai.
Concubine Jiang, who always dotes on her, did not respond this time and just sent her back perfunctorily.
Princess Rong'an has nowhere to vent her anger.
She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Jinzhan with a pair of sharp eyes, making Jinzhan's face turn pale.
"When will it be your little slave's turn to teach this princess a lesson?"
Her voice was faint, with a chill that penetrated her heart.
Jinzhan knelt down on the corridor outside the hall with a plop, and said in a sad and frightened voice, "My lord, it's your fault. It's your fault for talking too much. Please go around me."
Jinzhan's begging for mercy did not make Rongan feel any better. She looked down at her coldly, "You kneel here, do you want others to say that I am domineering? Since you have admitted your mistake, go back and kneel. Here. I am punishing you by kneeling in the yard, and don’t get up unless I tell you to.”
The weather is getting warmer, but it is still cold after all. Kneeling on the stone slab in the yard in such weather will definitely not get better as time goes by.
After being punished by kneeling down, I still have to continue serving him. I guess there must be something wrong with his legs.
Jinzhan knew it very well, his voice was trembling and he was extremely frightened, but he still had to comply.
Princess Rongan glanced at her coldly and continued walking forward.
.............
In the hall, there are lampshades made of crystal jade, bead curtains made of plump and round pearls of about the same size, pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes, and an unusually large bedside, with the bed tent made of extremely precious shark. yarn.
The bedding on the bed is woven and embroidered with silver thread, and is filled with colorful peony flowers. The gentle breeze makes the gauze flutter, like a dream.
Waves of sweet voices of women came from outside, and a woman in gorgeous clothes could be vaguely seen from the bead curtain. Her delicate body was shaking with laughter because she didn't know what to say. The pearls on his head are also swaying, and the body is covered with silk. Gorgeous lights are intertwined in this space, making people dazzled.
After laughing, she leaned against the chair in a dazed manner, holding her pointed chin with one hand. Her eyes returned to calmness, her red lips opened slightly, and she exhaled softly: "Rong An, this kid is still a little younger after all."
The beautiful maid next to her moved her eyes slightly and said with a smile: "The princess is like this because you are used to pampering her."
"Hmph, this palace is overly pampered." Concubine Jiang was not happy at the maid's words. Instead, she frowned and became a little irritated.
He raised his forehead slightly, his eyes were sharp and charming. The two completely different temperaments were blended into one, which did not make people feel awkward.
The corners of her lips were slightly raised, her eyebrows were lightly swept, and her pair of dark, bright eyes made people look like they were falling into the mist.
But if you look closely, you can see that there are sharp edges as small as the tip of a needle, and the person who stabbed them felt panicked.
The maid pursed her lips and replied thoughtfully: "Your Majesty, since Princess Rongan likes Jiang Yinbai, why not help her? I know that Mr. Jiang is a capable person. His Majesty also thinks highly of him now. I will definitely be able to do it in the future." Contributing to our fourth prince.”
Concubine Jiang glanced lazily at her maid, a bit of a warning, but not at all reproachful.
"I know everything you said, but this matter is not that easy. Jiang Yinbai is not an ordinary young master who can be manipulated at will. He has deep thoughts." She paused, with a flash of anger on her face, " I also mentioned this matter to the emperor, and the emperor agreed at that time and said that he would ask him in a few days. Who would have thought that there would be no news after this."
The maid took a few steps forward and whispered: "Could it be that Your Majesty feels that the Fourth Prince is getting older now and is a little shy..."
"Idiot! The emperor loves my fourth prince very much. I think it was Jiang Yinbai who refused..."
When Concubine Jiang talked about this, although she used doubtful sentences, her tone was affirmative.
The maid asked doubtfully: "Princess Rongan is your niece, and besides, is it possible that the Jiang family is not worthy of his Jiang family? Could it be that Jiang Yinbai is a fool?"
Oh, to be His Majesty's favorite minister, Jiang Yinbai must not be a fool.
The answer can only be that Jiang Yinbai refused.
He doesn't want to get involved with the Jiang family, doesn't want to get on his son's boat, or maybe he doesn't like Rongan.
She was a little skeptical about the last one. Rong An had unparalleled looks and a good family. How could there be a man who didn't love sex...
It can only be that he doesn't want to.
Concubine Jiang sighed and quietly said nothing more.
The maidservant also kept silent and stood there with her head bowed.
Life in Baiyun Temple was leisurely and comfortable, and several days passed without realizing it. Wei Jingwei gradually became familiar with the life here, and did not feel any inconvenience.
After getting up early in the morning, she took a walk in Baiyun Temple, and occasionally listened to the monks in the temple chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.
Such days are peaceful and comfortable, but make people feel more truly alive than the time at Mei's house.
Although Lian'er complained several times that the food was a bit crude, she just smiled and felt that it was not important.
She didn't pay much attention to this.
But since the first time, she had never seen Princess Jingshui again. Although they were both in the same temple, she seemed to have disappeared.
