After the new widow, I became a tyrant's tender outer chamber

Chapter 16 Doubt

It didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at Shenghe Temple, Ruan Yuyi sat in the carriage safely, and did not get up until everyone else got off.

"Miss, step carefully."

Ruan Yuyi took her outstretched hand and hummed lightly.

In front of them was the familiar long steps, a group of people were walking sparsely, Cheng Rui was overjoyed as soon as he came out, and ran to the front with joy, Cheng Xingqiu and Zhao Rong followed Cheng Zhushi.

Behind, Ruan Yuyi walked slowly.

Mu Xiang was walking on the side of her injured ear, and saw that her earlobe was red and swollen, and there was still a trace of blood, which had dried up at this time, "Miss, if you want to intercede with the prince, don't wear that earring in the future. .”

"No need, just apply some medicine." Ruan Yuyi shook her head lightly, the prince didn't seem to care about others, if he took it off without authorization, I don't know if it would make him angry.

"But your injury looks really bad..." Mu Xiang frowned, her eyes followed her injury, her tone worried.

If the young master of the Ruan family was still alive, how could Miss be willing to suffer such grievances.

Ruan Yuyi touched her earlobe and found a small sunken wound.She intended to check how the healing was going, but she accidentally hurt herself, and her face turned pale from the pain.

Mu Xiang hurried to push her hand away.

When he arrived in front of the main hall, Zhaorong, who had been yelling tired, simply rested on the bench under the camphor tree in front of the temple.After Cheng Xingqiu settled the eldest princess, he glanced sideways at Ruan Yuyi, feeling strange.

He remembered that in the past when he went out to wander around the house, she would always complain about being tired, but now her expression was normal.

The Shenghe Temple is built on the mountainside, and there are all stairs, no carriages or sedan chairs can come up, and even the royal family and nobles can only walk, so it is really difficult to go all the way.

She was also a little tired, but she only opened her mouth unobtrusively, breathing lightly in her throat, without showing it.

The little monk who was sweeping noticed the person coming, stopped the broom, tilted his head to look at her, and said uncertainly, "Benefactor? You are here today."

Ruan Yuyi saw that he looked familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

"I've been in charge of cleaning the main hall and the front of the hall, and I've seen you coming over recently, so you look familiar." He smiled.

Having said that, she remembered that no matter whether she came early or late, it seemed that he was the only one sweeping here these days.

Zhaorong saw Ruan Yuyi chatting with the little novice in the temple from afar, nodding from time to time, with suspicion in his eyes.She is a woman, and she is not a person who worships Buddha, so how could she meet the novice monk in the temple?

She couldn't sit still anymore, got up and went forward, and asked, "Have you often come here before?"

"This benefactor, she..."

Sansao's little novice is a good talker.It was precisely because of his talkativeness that the abbot arranged for him to clean up the amount for one person, so as to sharpen his temper.Seeing someone come up to question him now, it was still a topic that he could intervene in, so he blurted out to answer.

Ruan Yuyi was afraid that he would reveal something that the eldest princess should not know, so she interrupted, "I'm in a bad mood recently, and I often come here to relax."

She knew exactly what Zhaorong wanted to hear, and as soon as the words came out, the doubt in Zhaorong's eyes disappeared, thinking that she was depressed because she was betrayed by Cheng Xingqiu, and naturally felt that she was better than her.

However, she usually goes to the garden or the stream for relaxation, but she is unconventional and even comes to the temple.

Zhaorong snorted coldly, and couldn't hide his complacency under the contemptuous expression, "Come to Shenghe Temple to relax?"

"The Buddha is here," Ruan Yuyi glanced at the golden Buddha in the hall, as if she was really touched by the atmosphere here, "How can I not be comforted?"

Zhaorong has been spoiled for a long time, and no one pays attention to it. How can there be any respect for Buddha? She doesn't understand at all, and walks away bored.

The little novice didn't feel the tension between the two, but felt that the benefactor who applied light makeup was kind-hearted, and the conversation became more enthusiastic.

Cheng Zhushi regained his breath, and let everyone in, and told the temple that they hoped to stay here for a day or two.The people in the temple saw that there were a lot of them, so they arranged for them a small independent courtyard with several wing rooms.

So Mu Xiang and others were led by a novice, and went to set things up first.

In the main hall, Mrs. Cheng Zhu invited everyone to kneel down on the cushions, while he was muttering something, most likely wishing for the health of his unborn grandson, and wishing his eldest son a smooth career.

Even Cheng Rui was ignorantly asked to follow suit, only one Zhaorong was inconvenient, so he stood by himself, holding a merit book in his hand, and flipped through it at will.

The brochure closely records the amount of incense donated by the visitors, most of them want peace of mind.There are also big families in the capital and even other places who regularly donate incense to the temple. It is hard to say how much of a comparison is contained in it.

Zhao Rong fiddled with it for a while, beckoned, and a novice came over.

"Remember a thousand taels of silver, and the eldest princess's mansion will deliver it the next day." She raised her chin, and looked at the novice in front of her who was looking down at the ground.

Upon hearing this, the novice smiled politely, and said slowly, "Amitabha, 'on the road to heaven and earth, blessings come first'. The Buddha will know the sincerity of the donor." He was neither humble nor overbearing, perhaps he was used to such magnanimity long ago.

Zhaorong turned to Ruan Yuyi and said, "How about you, sister?"

She was caught off guard by being called, and she looked at the monk and the eldest princess, and was speechless for a while, her face flushed slightly.

The decline of her mother's family could not help her, and even the two boxes of dowry that she brought up were mostly taken away by Cheng Zhu's family for the public use of the mansion. Why don't you have spare money to donate to the temple.

The monk just followed Zhaorong's gaze to look at the past, and realized her predicament at this moment, he took the initiative to open his mouth and said, "Money is something outside of the body, and it is enough to have the heart of a benefactor."

How could Zhaorong let her go, "Sister, don't be unable to take it out, no wonder I smashed the bracelet with envy when I saw Bengong's bracelet a few days ago."

This is to say that white is black.

She waited for Ruan Yuyi's embarrassing look, but unexpectedly Ruan Yuyi nodded and admitted directly, "It's not like the eldest princess is rich, I really don't have much spare money, let's add 20 taels for now. The Buddha saves all living beings, and I don't think I can blame it. "

The novice smiled and thanked him as before.

"20 taels?" Zhao Rong raised his final voice and sneered, "It's no worse than you to send out beggars! If my sister can't afford to donate, there's no need to force it, I will donate on your behalf."

Making random comparisons, this remark is really disrespectful, the novice at the side frowned, and reminded in a deep voice, "In front of the Buddha, don't lie to the benefactor."

Unexpectedly, Zhaorong ignored him at all, approached Ruan Yuyi with a merit book in his hand, and pointed out the content on it to her, "Look, sister, there is no one as rare as you."

I remember on this page that most of them are rich and famous, and the amount of incense money added is indeed not small, but I don’t know, these people donate money to the temple, and what percentage of what is actually used for relief and labor can be compared.

Seeing Ruan Yuyi leaning over unsuspectingly, Zhao Rong suddenly let go of her hand, causing the thick merit book to fall down and cover the ground.

She herself seemed to be frightened, her face was pale, she protected her abdomen, and exclaimed.

This sound attracted the rest of the pilgrims in the hall to look over.

Ruan Yuyi pursed her lips and silently took a step back.

No one saw it. In a corner where no one was paying attention, a middle-aged man without a beard had a panoramic view of the whole farce.

(End of this chapter)