Twin Brocade

Chapter 137 Winter in the Mountains

Sitting quietly in the cold night until midnight, until Fang Jinshu's arrival.

Mammy saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, but she didn't dare to speak out to persuade her.She knows the temperament of the princess who grew up from a young age.She was afraid that something bad would make her act aggressively.

Finally, Fang Jinshu persuaded him to be quiet and closed the window, but he was sent to ask Princess Jing'an to ask for her safety.When she came back in a hurry, Jing Le had already developed a high fever.

Quiet and powerless, that is also the princess of the royal family.

Although he did not receive the care and love of the late emperor, there should be no shortage of examples.The servants in the palace who took care of her only dared to play some tricks secretly to get some oil and water, and never dared to bully her openly.

At this time, I was worried and angry in my heart, coupled with the external cold.After letting out the breath in her heart, she was pinched inside and outside and fell down.

Mammy stretched out her hand to try her forehead, but the scalding heat scared her away quickly.He called a handy woman in the courtyard to report to Mrs. Jingchen, and he found out the pills brought from the princess mansion, turned it into water and let her drink it.

I went outside to dig snow again, wrapped it in a thick cloth to make a snow bag, and put it on my quiet forehead to cool down.

At this moment, Jing Jing's face was flushed with fever, and he kept raving in his mouth.Mammy stood by her bed, her face was full of worry, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

The princess has had a hard life all her life, why did she suffer so much torture!

After receiving the report, Mrs. Jing Chen immediately took Jing Zhen to Jing's courtyard to diagnose the pulse and dispense medicine.Jing Yue has the blood of the late emperor flowing through her body, if something happens in the nunnery, she will not be able to bear the blame.

Hearing the servant's report, Princess Jing'an was slightly surprised, it turned out that Jing was really sick?She thought it was just an excuse.

When they were in the palace, the two didn't have any friendship, and they didn't even exchange a few words.But at this time, she felt some sympathy for this cousin.

"Go over there to see if there is anything you need, and do your best to help." Princess Jing'an ordered, and Liang Chen bowed her knees to comply.

Seeing this, all the concubines took their leave one after another, and the banquet here ended.

Jing's illness came on violently, because of this, Jingyi Nunnery was a little hectic up and down.

Fang Jinshu went to see him again after evening class.After taking the decoction, he calmed down and no longer had a fever, but his face was surprisingly weak and pale.

There was very little she could do for this ill-fated princess.Fang Jinshu silently told himself that when he was in the nunnery, he would visit her more often, hoping that one day she would be able to untangle her knot in her heart.

Fortunately, Jing Zhen's medical skills are really good, and with Princess Jing'an's help, after she survived the danger of the first day, Jing's illness is getting better day by day.

Her complexion was still pale, but there was a dim light in her eyes.

Fang Jinshu felt that something had quietly burst in his quiet heart, and he put on his hard armor again.She is no longer the same as before.

The winter days in the mountains are long and leisurely.

For the nuns of Jingyi Nunnery, it is the most relaxing day of the year, and it is also the time for the masters of Jingzi's generation to choose disciples.

Every afternoon, there was no farm work in the vegetable field, led by Jing Zhen, all the nuns in the nunnery practiced martial arts in the largest open space.

For this once-a-year rare opportunity, no one wants to give up, even though they are all women, the scene of martial arts practice in formation is very loud, and they are not inferior to men.

Jingchen led the teachers and sisters to patrol the field.Because they haven't found a satisfactory root, they haven't accepted a single disciple for several years.But as we get older, someone must inherit the mantle, and it will be too late if we don't accept it.

Over the years, there have been more than [-] female nuns of the phonetic generation, divided into four courtyards.The courtyard where Fang Jinshu was located was just one of them.

Several nuns were newly ordained this year, and they were all from the phonetic generation.They have all heard about the practice of recruiting apprentices in winter, and earnestly practiced the basic boxing moves taught them.Everyone knew in their hearts that this winter, they would definitely accept a few disciples.Only the direct disciples who have become the masters of Jingzi generation are the core direct line of Jingyi An.

Fang Jinshu used to do morning exercises every day, but now he has added one more, practicing martial arts with these nuns.Not only did Jing Chen appreciate her perseverance, but even Jing Zhen gave up her prejudice against her.When teaching martial arts, I will pay more attention to it.

When the weather is fine, Princess Jing'an and the concubines will also come to watch.They are all from the imperial palace, and they are full of curiosity about such a scene.

At dusk, Huiyin borrowed a copper stove from the kitchen and put it on top of the charcoal basin, and poured well water to boil.

The rest of the people worked together in a division of labor, and poured the vegetarian stuffed dumplings, juicy Chinese cabbage, radish, soaked dried mushrooms, and crystal clear pea flour that had been stored in autumn and early winter into the pot one by one.

In such a cold winter day, it is really a blessing to be able to eat such a soup pot.The leisure time that can only be had once a year, as long as you pay attention to the safety of the charcoal fire, even Jingchen will not bother.

The fragrance of the ingredients in the pot wafted out, and Yuanyin couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of water as he looked at the gurgling pot.

There were not enough seats, so Huiyin led people to move out all the stools in the room, and put them around the pot in a haphazard manner.The nuns held bowls in their hands and sat down close to each other.Warm soup into the belly, extremely comfortable.

Fang Jinshu huddled among them, scooping up ingredients in the pot with chopsticks. This experience was really novel.

All the girls were chatting, lively, ordinary and beautiful.There is no etiquette and rules of alienation between people, only sincere and strong emotions, and sincerity without calculation.

A smile, inadvertently, climbed onto Fang Jinshu's face.At this moment, she didn't have to think about anything, she just focused on the food in front of her and the people around her.

It was the first day after the snow, Fang Jinshu and Fang Fei walked back to the courtyard after the morning exercise in the rising sun.

Unlike in the past, the yard was quiet and there was no one in sight.

Fang Fei muttered, "It's time for breakfast, where did they go?"

Fang Jinshu also felt strange.Everyone's breakfast has always been brought back in the big kitchen, and they gather in the courtyard to eat together, which is both lively and enjoyable.

"Could it be that the teacher needs them to do something?" Fang Jinshu was suspicious.However, Jingyi Nunnery is only so big, and I haven't heard of any major events.

The two walked to the middle of the courtyard, and Fang Jinshu pushed open the door of his room with doubts in his heart.

"Happy Birthday!"

Fang Jinshu was almost drowned in the sound waves coming towards him.Smiling faces like flowers rushed into her eyes.

All the nuns of the phonetic generation in the courtyard are here, and there are also nuns in other courtyards who have made good friends with Fang Jinshu.It was full, crowded this small room.

Fang Jinshu was stunned for a moment. So, is today his birthday?

(End of this chapter)