Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 749 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (1)

In the morning light, the sun is shining brightly, rising from the top of the mountain in the distance, covering the entire mountain forest with golden light all over the sky.

The green trees all over the mountains, enjoying the cool breeze, the rustling leaves, accompanied by the crisp birdsong on the branches, are like a symphony in the morning, which makes people feel refreshed and open-minded.

Above this piece of green trees, halfway up the mountain, a solemn and solemn temple stood silently there, and the bells sounded continuously, and the ethereal ringing spread throughout the entire valley.

The young monk who woke up in the morning, dressed in simple monk clothes, stood on the tripod bell pavilion at the top of the temple. His bare head was illuminated by the sun, like a mirror, which could almost reflect light.

The little monk silently recited the Buddhist scriptures as usual, while striking the tripod bell regularly, allowing the heavy and solemn bell to continue.

In the temple, the incense has also been lit, and the sweeping monk is holding a broom, and is sprinkling water and sweeping the ground in the morning light.

On the treetops that had fallen all night, the leaves were still lush and lush, but on the ground, there were still a lot of residual leaves.

After being swept away, the ground was clean, leaving only the Zen incense left on the monk's body when he walked by.

At this time, everything is silent, only when the bell rings,

In the courtyard at the back of the temple, a girl with double flat buns, dressed as a servant girl and holding a water basin, knocked on the door lightly.

"Princess, it's three o'clock, you should get up."

She called out in a low voice, but there was no movement inside.

She waited at the door for a while, then gently pushed the door open with her elbow.

"Princess, it's time for you to wake up. The abbot, the abbot, is already preparing for morning classes."

In the simple room, there is not a single valuable item, and even the curtains used to block it are made of burlap.

Inside, on a hard slate bed, a woman was sleeping with her head covered, deaf to the voice calling her outside.

On the hanger next to it, the dress was also a very ordinary burlap dress, which looked dusty, dull and old-fashioned.

The servant girl put down the basin, walked over, and gently pulled the corner of the quilt, "Princess, it's time for you to wake up, princess? Princess?"

"..." The quilt was lifted, and inside was a woman with a skinny cheek the size of a palm, her eyes closed, and her brows frowning.

The servant girl also acted as if she was used to it, gently helped her up, and persuaded,
"Princess, this servant knows that you are sleepy, but there is nothing I can do. I still have to get up for morning class, otherwise, you will be punished again."

"My servant has inquired about it. The host has something to go out later, so the morning class should be over soon. When the time comes, you can come back to sleep and catch up on sleep. How about you?"

"...Not good." She yawned and was helped to sit up.

When she put on the dusty dress, her eyes still hadn't opened, her body seemed boneless, limp and sleepy.

The servant girl was afraid that she would be petty, so she patiently persuaded her, "Princess, just bear with it. After a while, the empress dowager's funeral is over, and you should be able to return to the palace."

"When the time comes, you can sleep as long as you want. No one will disturb you, so you will be comfortable."

"..." She finally opened her eyes slightly, and complained helplessly, "Why do you want me to guard the funeral of the empress?"

It's fine to watch the funeral, but she has to stay there for three full years.

three years...

I won't talk about it for a long time, and I won't give meat to eat.

(End of this chapter)