Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 763 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (15)

Through the rows of candle lamps, through the gaps, the woman sitting in the last row, with her hands folded and her eyes closed, is already pecking at chickens and dozing off.

Under the light of the Buddha's light, her fair little face seemed to be covered with a pale yellow veil.

Soft, even the slightly trembling eyelashes can be clearly seen.

The peaceful sound of chanting scriptures and the sound of wooden fish all around seemed to become an accompaniment to lull her to sleep.

After a while, the little head almost completely lowered.

Que Yan laughed and looked away, "Since ghosts and spirits exist, do they fear Buddhism?"

Amitabha, the abbot of Deshi, said, with kindness and gentleness shining in his old eyes, he replied,
"Ordinary spirits are naturally unable to enter Buddhist halls and temples, but if they practice sincerely and are dedicated to goodness, the Buddha will naturally accommodate them and will not reject them. With the blessing of Buddhism, the cultivation of spirits will naturally be able to get twice the result with half the effort .”

The Buddha's salvation of sentient beings naturally includes all of them.

It is the heart of the Buddha to be inclusive of all rivers.

The young emperor's deep eyes were as dark as abyss, his lips were bright red, "I see."

"If it's so ordinary, then everything makes sense."

He said lightly.

Today's rain has been falling, pattering, and the rain is endless.

Although it was light rain, the air was moist, and it felt like the fur was stuck together.

The little white tiger gnawed on the plain steamed buns, returned from the Buddhist hall as usual, and copied the Buddhist scriptures for the empress dowager.

Yingchun cleaned up the room, and then was called out to do some chores.

Go out and come back at night.

"Princess, tomorrow is the last day of the Empress Dowager's funeral. According to the rules, you should get up at Yinshi, and you must not stay in bed when the time comes."

Yingchun whispered, "Your Majesty will be present at tomorrow's religious ceremony. If you are late, you will definitely lose His Majesty's face."

"Oh, by the way, tomorrow I should pick out some plain clothes, not fancy ones, princess, you must show some grief, and consider it the last journey to see off the empress dowager."

"." Yun Si glanced at the sky outside the window.

"Alright, Yingchun, it's getting late, you should go back and rest first."

She put down the writing brush, and put the transcribed Sutra aside to dry, waiting for the ink to dry.

Yingchun responded, and thoughtfully removed the support of the window, then fiddled with the buckle, and the window closed immediately.

It was getting dark at night, Yun Si folded up the copied Buddhist scriptures and pressed them down with stone slabs.

After simply washing up, she closed the door, listened to the sound of Yingchun leaving outside, and then stood there for a while.

It's been so quiet tonight, like something big is about to happen.

Yun Si pricked up her ears to listen, only to feel that someone was stepping on the eaves.

Although the voice is so small that it can be ignored, as a tiger, her hearing is dozens of times higher than that of ordinary people.

That little voice was extremely clear to her.

Reminiscing that during the day, she saw fewer guards in the temple, she concentrated on it, and then fastened the door latch to prevent outsiders from entering.

Although I don't know what is being arranged in the East Wing, but it is none of her business.

Even if there may be some changes tonight, she should not act rashly and expose her unusual place.

Yun Si listened behind the door for a while, and finally heard the footsteps on the eaves disappear.

She calmly checked another window.

The window has been closed tightly by Yingchun, so it should not be possible to get in.

(End of this chapter)