This queen is not too curly

There are still some days before the fifteenth.

For some reason, the snowball of worshiping Buddha got bigger and bigger. Originally, it was only Yan Yuan who left the palace alone, but for some reason, the old monk of the Buddha Bone Pagoda stepped in, saying that the lotus lantern in the Buddha Bone Pagoda was rekindled, and the fire It is unstable, and it is necessary to go to the Longyin Temple outside the imperial capital to attract some real dragon energy, so as to protect the flames and ensure the prosperity of the country.

Yan Yuan was dumbfounded.

The fire has been burning for half a month, and it suddenly became unstable?
But such a ridiculous reason, Chen Lingchen actually believed it.

So on the fifteenth day, going out of the palace has become a major event known throughout the court.

There were many guards outside the palace gate, and more than a dozen identical carriages lined up line by line. The old eunuch of Qianzheng Palace saw Yan Yuan smiling decently: "Your Majesty is here, and the motorcade is waiting for your Majesty."

Yan Yuan: "..."

The old eunuch bowed and saluted: "Madam, the Holy Majesty is in the third carriage."

Things have come to this point, and there is no room for struggle.

Since you can't hide, it's good to be clean all the way.

Yan Yuan nodded with a slumped face, then turned around decisively and stepped onto the first carriage, but before she had time to completely lift the curtain, she encountered a fluffy white ball under her feet.

Yan Yuan pretended not to see it, and put down the curtain expressionlessly.

Behind her, the old eunuch asked in surprise, "Your Majesty?"

Yan Yuan said sincerely: "I've been a little deaf recently, just now I remembered that my father-in-law said that the Holy Majesty is in the third carriage, and I'll go there now."

She said and walked towards the third carriage.

The old eunuch hurriedly stopped: "... Your Majesty!"

Yan Yuan put on a calm face: "Huh?"

The old eunuch laughed dryly: "Your Majesty should know His Majesty's nature, why bother to get angry with him."

Yan Yuan said calmly: "I don't understand what Eunuch is talking about."

The old eunuch sighed, "The third carriage is Concubine Xu."

Oh, happy family.

Yan Yuan almost wanted to laugh out loud.

She just wanted to go out of the palace to see the unsolved mysteries of the Weaving Department. What did Chen Lingchen want to do?Do you want to set up a stage to sing?

The old eunuch had a panoramic view of Yan Yuan's expression, wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled dryly: "Your Majesty, I misunderstood the Holy Concubine. Concubine Xu asked the Empress Dowager to invite her to accompany her. The Empress Dowager thought of her hard work in copying scriptures these days, so she granted her permission to go to the Dragon Palace. Burn scriptures in Yin Temple to pray for blessings."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Not much difference.

After all, there was a host who wanted to watch a play, so a stage was set up.

Yan Yuan thanked the chief eunuch, and before he could respond, she stepped into the second carriage and simply lifted the curtain.

In the carriage, Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes, and his calm eyes fell on Yan Yuan.

The smile on Yan Yuan's mouth was still there, and she froze in front of the carriage.

"..."

"..."

There were thousands of elegant greetings in Yan Yuan's heart, but those words had reached her throat, but she couldn't utter a single word in the end.

She stood at the door of the car, thinking whether to sit in and die quickly, or turn around and walk away.

During the stalemate, Chen Ling's indifferent voice sounded: "Let's go."

"..."

The convoy departs immediately.

In the first carriage, Luo Ziqiu held the white neck and carefully locked it into the cage.

"Hey, eat grass, don't shake."

Luo Ziqiu randomly stuffed some hay into the cage.

Fubai has been ill for several days, since he was a guest in Wangshu Palace, he has had diarrhea for several days, and barely recovered until yesterday.

He had some doubts at first, but now he is finally sure that it should be a disease from being frightened.

But it is a precious rabbit raised by the emperor, and it has eaten a lot of tiger meat and venison on weekdays. It is not uncommon for the beams of the Qianzheng Palace to be touched. Why is it afraid of a gentle and weak woman?
But this is not what he is worried about right now.

Luo Ziqiu lifted the curtain and looked back at the carriage behind.

Won't you start a fight?

Luo Ziqiu thought worriedly.

……

In the second carriage.

Yan Yuan had found the corner farthest from Chen Lingchen and sat down.

At that time, Chen Lingchen was sitting in the deepest part of the carriage.

He had already closed his eyes, the thick eyelashes drooped on his blue-gray eyelids, his thin lips were almost drawn into a line, looking haggard and alienated indescribably.

Chen Lingchen was obviously still angry.

But why is he angry?
Yan Yuan looked at him from a distance, only to feel that the flame that had been extinguished that day was rekindled a little bit.

Obviously, he was the one who tempted him with that kind of behavior, and it was generous enough for her not to pursue him to make him responsible, but with his current appearance, he almost wrote "I have suffered a loss" on his face. Who are you showing it to?

With a cold face, Yan Yuan moved her position a little further away.

The carriage bumped and sped out of the imperial city.

It was silent all the way.

No one spoke.

In the afternoon, the carriage finally stopped slowly at the gate of Longyin Temple.

Chen Lingshen still kept his eyes closed.

Yan Yuan thought that he had fallen asleep, and was about to get out of the car without a trace, but met his eyes the moment he left.

Chen Ling's eyes were calm and deep, clearly not feeling sleepy at all.

Yan Yuan: "..."

Yan Yuan could only grit her teeth and bid farewell to him: "The concubine is going to the Daxiong Palace, and I should have a different path from the Holy One, so the concubine will leave first."

Chen Lingshen was indecisive, his eyes dark.

Yan Yuan thought he agreed, and hurried out of the car.

She and Chen Lingchen did not go the same way on this trip. If she wanted to worship Buddha, she would naturally go to the Buddhist temple to worship the Tathagata. Chen Lingchen wanted to draw the dragon's energy, and went to the stupa on the top of the hill of Longyin Temple. It is already the limit to go to the entrance of the Buddhist temple together. , of course the rest of the road is to go their own way.

Yan Yuan walked without any hesitation, but got off the carriage and bumped into Luo Ziqiu.

Luo Ziqiu said suspiciously: "Your Majesty, this trip..."

Yan Yuan laughed dryly: "Go away the bad luck."

After speaking, he walked into Longyin Temple without looking back.

Luo Ziqiu looked at Yan Yuan's back, only felt that her footsteps were extremely fast, and she seemed to be faintly fleeing, which was completely different from the lightly moving lotus steps in the palace.

He suddenly laughed, but when he turned around, he met Chen Ling's gloomy eyes.

Luo Ziqiu suddenly gave a dry cough, then suppressed his smile and leaned over to salute.

Some people are really not pleasing.

……

Yan Yuan also failed to enter Longyin Temple.

The monks of Longyin Temple have been waiting at the gate for a long time. Although they are wearing monk robes, they still have to face the red tape. .

Before entering the door, she saw a water-green figure kneeling in front of the door.

It was a petite female figure, she raised her head when she heard the movement, revealing a pair of watery eyes, and saluted Yan Yuan politely: "My concubine Song smiled, I have seen my sister."

Song Waner?
Yan Yuan stared into her eyes.

She hadn't seen Song Wan'er just now, but she didn't expect to be waiting here.

But what is she doing here?
Shouldn't she have chased Chen Ling to the top of the mountain?
Song Wan'er said softly: "The concubine copied a lot of scriptures in the Buddha Bone Pagoda today. Fortunately, the Empress Dowager allowed me to come here to burn scriptures in Longyin Temple to pray for blessings."

She knelt deeply in front of Yan Yuan's skirt: "Mistress Wanwang is kind."

Yan Yuan looked at her condescendingly, feeling that Song Wan'er today seems to be different from the past.

Her voice today is gentle and dignified, her makeup is light and simple, and even the clothes on her body are much more than usual. Although she has the posture of a weak willow supporting the wind when she kneels in front of the treasure hall, she also has a trace of clear bones carved by a knife.

This appearance overlapped with that of Miss Song Si, a border town girl in Yan Yuan's memory.

As time goes by, the shadow of the old man faintly flashes in front of his eyes.

Yan Yuan sighed: "Go in."

Song smiled and said, "My concubine, thank you, Madam."

Yan Yuan bypassed Song Wan'er and stepped into the gate of the Buddhist hall.

There are bright lights hanging in the hall, and a several-story-high golden Buddha sits in the hall, with compassionate eyebrows lowered, looking towards the front of the hall for life.

Yan Yuan was led to kneel down in front of the altar, and raised her head to look at Wei Wei Buddha.

At that moment, the old monks chanted the Buddha's name, and the melodious chanting sound resounded through the sky.

Yan Yuan closed her eyes amidst the chanting.

She doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, after all, it's just an excuse to pray to the Buddha, but when she really knelt in front of the hall and heard the sound of chanting, her heart really calmed down for some reason.

But she still didn't know what she could pray to the Buddha, after thinking about it, she simply recited the Mantra of Rebirth in her heart.

This is the only scripture she knows. She recited it countless times when she was at the border. Although she didn't know if it was useful, it was better than nothing.

Yan Yuan repeated the rebirth mantra many times.

The old monks had already left the main hall at some point, leaving only Yan Yuan and Song Wan'er in the huge Buddhist hall.

Song Wan'er knelt down in front of the Buddha, and then took out a stack of thick scriptures from the accompanying luggage, held them respectfully in front of the Buddha, and opened the scriptures one by one in front of the Buddha.

There are no words on those scriptures, only densely packed seals.

Yan Yuan asked curiously: "What scriptures are these? Why are there no words?"

Song Wan'er said softly, "It's a recitation of the Diamond Sutra, and after reading each volume, a chapter will be added."

Diamond Sutra?
Yan Yuan was shocked.

Thanks to the blessing of copying scriptures from the Buddha Bone Pagoda, she has some understanding of several Buddhist scriptures. The Diamond Sutra contains more than 5000 words. How many times can I finish copying, how many times did Song Waner recite this densely packed seal?
Yan Yuan praised from the bottom of her heart: "You really... have a heart."

After reading it so many times, my voice should be hoarse, right?

Song Wan'er has listed all the recitation scriptures in front of the Buddha: "The queen empress praises, Wan'er just has no way out, so act sincerely."

Her voice was as soft as rain, but the edge of her words carried a thin blade.

Yan Yuan was startled when she heard that, wondering if she heard it wrong.

Song Wan'er turned her head, lowered her eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty is praying for the Empress Dowager and the common people, Wan Er is just imitating Your Majesty."

Yan Yuan laughed dryly: "It's just that the queen mother found an excuse to let me go out of the palace to relax."

Song Wan'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a lonely expression flashed across his face, but he didn't say anything after all.

She returned to the altar again, took a small knife for carrying lamp oil from the case, and picked out the oil flowers for the candles in front of the Buddha, while chanting words in her mouth, telling her birth date, birthplace, current residence, etc. Read it softly.

Yan Yuan was dumbfounded.

Song Wan'er showed a shy expression: "Is your empress laughing at the stupidity of my concubine?"

Yan Yuan said: "I just don't know how to be so particular about it."

The rebirth mantra she recited at the border gate was always thinking of the name of the rebirth mantra in her heart when she was free. Sometimes she didn't even remember the name very well, so she just recited the same robe silently, never knowing to put herself to death. The first and last names are also reported.

Is it because the Paradise of Paradise does not accept unnamed parcels?

What about her past life curses all these years? ? ?

This……

Yan Yuan's three views were shocked.

Song Wan'er looked at Yan Yuan's confused face, and thought that she was regretting the scriptures she had copied in the Buddha Bone Pagoda. She smiled wryly:

"Not everyone needs to do that either."

"It's just that the concubine is a person with little blessings, and the appearance of rush grass has nothing to rely on, so I hope that the ancestors can see the concubine's sincerity, and take care of me more."

"Your Majesty was born noble and has nothing to regret, so naturally she doesn't need these tricks."

Can this be done?
Yan Yuan asked curiously, "Is that useful?"

Song Wan'er's eyes dimmed: "It's useful."

The candlelight on the altar was reflected in her eyes, she held a knife in her catkin-like hand, and slowly stirred in the hot lamp oil, carefully picking out the dirt in the oil.

She said softly: "As long as you don't wish too much and your heart is firm enough, the gods will show mercy."