This queen is not too curly

Chapter 33 Living
To do a play is to do a full set.

There is no Buddhist hall in Wangshu Palace, so Yan Yuan sent someone to tidy up the study room, put a portrait of Guanyin on it, put three incense sticks in it, and put a cattail dumpling on it.

The court lady named Ruan Zhu saw her appearance, and Chi asked: "Is your lady so diligent in worshiping Buddha?"

The Buddhist hall was built temporarily.

Avalokitesvara seems to be found additionally.

Her demeanor really doesn't look like it used to.

Yan Yuan naturally understood the suspicion on her face, she sighed softly and said: "Bengong has always been in poor health, so my father made me believe in Buddhism. Before entering the palace, I got up every morning to worship the Buddha. After the palace..."

She lowered her head and paused for a moment, and when she raised her head, her eyes were already a little red: "Those palace servants in the past...had a lot of inconvenience and physical discomfort, so they haven't been able...in the past, they just knelt casually in the bedroom. .”

After she finished speaking, she knelt down towards the futon, closed her eyes and began to recite scriptures.

The play must be full, and the scriptures must be recited sincerely.

She could actually recite one verse, and that was the only one she knew.

When she entered the military camp in the past, she once lived in the village head's house in a small border village for some time.There have been years of wars in the border area, and seven or eight out of ten young people in the village died. The old lady of the village head recited the Sutra of Rebirth at home for two hours every night.

Yan Yuan didn't believe this at first, but her ears felt callused, so she knew it.

At this moment, she knelt on the ground, closed her eyes and recited those vague words, her face was full of piety, and when she read the emotional part, she knelt deeply in front of the Avalokitesvara statue, put her hands together, and prayed in a low voice:

"Yan Yuan, a believer girl, is willing to worship with sincerity and make a wish to the Bodhisattva."

"I wish my father good health and a long life."

"Secondly, I wish the world will be peaceful and the people will live and work in peace and contentment."

"Three wishes... Your Majesty has pity on me, know my feelings as soon as possible, relieve my thoughts, and follow my wishes."

What shame is, Yan Yuan doesn't know, and doesn't care.

She only knew that she had finally brewed enough emotions, mainly thanks to the blessing of three incense smokes, enough tears were finally brewed in her eye sockets, so in front of Ruan Zhu, she wiped it with her sleeve and whispered Sniffed.

"My lady..."

Ruan Zhu quickly took out the handkerchief.

Yan Yuan has already wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

She raised her head and said in a low voice, "I just...have my eyes smelled by the incense."

Ruan Zhu quickly lowered his head: "Yes, this servant knows."

No, you don't know enough.

With red eyes, Yan Yuan stood up unsteadily, trying to reach for a roll of silver foil on the incense table.

"My lady...!"

Ruan Zhu hurriedly supported Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan leaned against Ruan Zhu, her shoulders slumped: "The Holy Majesty is in danger, I...I just want to read a few volumes of scriptures for the Holy Majesty, but it is... so difficult."

She was already thin and weak, and now she looked even more miserable.

Ruan Zhu looked at Yan Yuan's pale face, and instantly remembered all the rumors in the palace these days.

It is rumored that after this queen entered the palace, she neither received the Sacred Heart nor the hearts of the people, and the servants in the palace were treated harshly... Could it be that she couldn't even meet the requirement of building a Buddhist hall?
Ruan Zhu looked at her, the guard in his eyes gradually dissipated, and guilt welled up in his heart bit by bit:
This empress in front of me is so pitiful, and she even suspected that she was playing tricks every now and then, really... She deserves to be punished!

The circles of Ruan Zhu's eyes gradually turned red, and she said softly, "Your Majesty, you are a sincere person, and the Bodhisattva will definitely hear what your Majesty asks for."

Yan Yuan nodded, leaning on Ruan Zhu's shoulder and sighing silently in her heart.

It doesn't matter at all whether the Bodhisattva hears or not.

The important thing is that Chen Ling heard it deeply, and then gave up the idea of ​​killing her as soon as possible.

She wanted Chen Lingchen to believe that she, Yan Yuan, was such a useless, useless young lady who was full of romance, and it was not enough to just chant scriptures and pray for blessings.

She also needs to show some everyday interests.

The image her father created for her in the past was a sick and weak young lady who was waiting to be married, a girl who was good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, knitting and so on.After eating breakfast, Yan Yuan went into the study, let Ruan Zhu polish the ink in a decent manner, and wrote a picture with a pen.

Of course, the characters are not very good, they are shaped like a dog crawling, eloquently.

But there is no certainty in calligraphy, not to mention that Ruan Zhu, a court lady, is not an expert.Yan Yuan squinted her eyes in one go, solemnly put her own small seal on her head, then turned her head and asked Ruan Zhu: "How about this crazy grass of this palace?"

Ruan Zhu couldn't understand it either, but felt that the ink on the paper seemed to be flamboyant and flamboyant.

She could only close her eyes and boast: "Your Majesty's brushwork is really amazing."

"I think so too." Yan Yuan was full of confidence.

In a blink of an eye, she put away the roll of calligraphy, carefully folded it, and put it in the deep part of the drawer.After all, "Lady of the Hou Men Yan Yuan" is theoretically proficient in poetry and prose, and boasting is nothing but boasting. If someone really sees this word like a dog crawling, it will always be a hidden danger.

This time Ruan Zhu didn't ask further questions, but just looked at Yan Yuan quietly.

Yan Yuan copied the book in front of her.

The book I chose is "Women's Rules".

She also memorized this book in a hurry before entering the palace, but now she still rolls her eyes silently in her heart when she reads it again.Fortunately, Ruan Zhu couldn't see her slander. With the foreshadowing of the previous madness, she wrote Plum Blossom Xiaokai again. Although the shape of the characters is ordinary, it looks very bluffing.

Yan Yuan spent the whole morning copying books in the study like this.

Finally when it was lunch time, Yan Yuan took Ruan Zhu out of the study.

When they passed the courtyard, the wind blew up, and the courtyard was full of fallen leaves, Yan Yuan stopped at the edge of the courtyard, staring at the fallen leaves for a long time without taking her eyes off.

Ruan Zhu waited for a long time without seeing her move, and walked lightly to Yan Yuan's side.

Originally, she just wanted to see what Yan Yuan was looking at, but when she looked up, she froze for a moment.

Yan Yuan stared at the autumn scenery in the courtyard, she didn't know when she shed tears, her pale face was full of sorrow, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, weeping silently.

Ruan Zhu was startled: "... Your Majesty?"

Yan Yuan's tears were still wet, but a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"One leaf knows the autumn, it is also cruel to other leaves." She sighed, and said softly, "I am afraid every day, so I can only hug the branches tightly, how pitiful."

……

A few days later at night, Ruan Zhu received a message from the old owner, saying that the pot of magnolia she handled earlier was about to wither, and he wanted to ask her to go back and have a look.

Although it was night, Ruan Zhu and Yan Yuan took leave.

At that time, Yan Yuan was about to fall asleep, and when she heard Ruan Zhu talk about the reason, she squinted her eyes and asked her lazily: "What color is the magnolia flower in that pot?"

Ruan Zhu knelt on the ground and replied, "Ms. Hui, it's white."

White magnolia.

Yan Yuan yawned: "Go ahead, the summoning at night must be a beautiful magnolia."

Yan Yuan agreed to leave, and Ruan Zhu set off in the dark.

She went around the palace garden, circled several times, and made sure that no one was following her before turning the corner and entering the side gate of the Qianzheng Palace.

The guiding maid walked in front, the coolness of the ground penetrated into the bones, Ruan Zhu held back his breath, not daring to let out the breath, just like that all the way to the man's bedroom with his head down.

There is a faint fragrance in the bedroom, which makes people feel calm.

The figure on the couch beside the bed seemed to be taking a nap, so quiet that even breathing was inaudible.

Ruan Zhu took a deep breath and knelt down in front of the hall: "Slave Ruan Zhu, come and return."

(End of this chapter)