Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 749 The Tyrant's Little Princess (1)

  In the morning light, the sun is shining brightly, rising from the top of the distant mountain, covering the entire mountain forest with golden light all over the sky.

  The green trees all over the mountains, enjoying the cool breeze, the rustling leaves, accompanied by the crisp birdsong on the branches, are like a morning symphony, which makes people feel refreshed and open-minded.

  Above this piece of green trees, halfway up the mountain, a solemn and solemn temple stood silently there.

  The little monk who got up in the morning, wearing plain monk clothes, stood on the tripod bell pavilion at the top of the temple. His bare head was illuminated by the sun, like a mirror, almost reflecting light.

  The little monk was silently reciting Buddhist scriptures as usual, while striking the tripod bell regularly, allowing the heavy and solemn bell to continue.

  In the temple, the incense has also been lit, and the sweeping monk is holding a broom, and is sprinkling water and sweeping the floor in the morning light.

  On the treetops that fell overnight, the leaves are still lush, but on the ground, there are still a lot of residual leaves.

  After being swept away, the ground was clean, leaving only the Zen incense left on the monk's body when he walked by.

   At this time, everything is silent, only when the bell rings,

  In the courtyard at the back of the temple, a girl with double flat buns, dressed as a maidservant, holding a water basin, knocked lightly on the door.

   "Princess, it's three o'clock, you should get up."

  She called in a low voice, but there was no movement inside.

  She waited at the door for a while, and then gently pushed the door open with her elbow.

   "Princess, you really should get up, the abbot is already preparing for morning class."

  In the simple room, there is not a single valuable item, and even the curtains used to block are made of burlap.

  Inside, on the hard slate bed, a woman was sleeping with her head covered, deaf to the voice calling her outside.

On the hanger next to   , the dress is also an extremely ordinary burlap dress, which looks gray, dull and old-fashioned.

  The servant girl put down the basin, walked over, and gently pulled the corner of the quilt, "Princess, it's time for you to get up, princess? Princess?"

   "..." The quilt was lifted, and there was a woman with a thin cheek the size of a palm, her eyes closed, and her brows were frowning.

  The servant girl also acted as if she was used to it, gently helped her up, and persuaded,

   "Princess, this servant knows that you are sleepy, but there is nothing you can do. You still have to get up for morning class, otherwise, you will be punished again."

   "I have inquired about it. The host has something to go out later, so the morning class should be over soon. When the time comes, you can come back to sleep and catch up on sleep. How about you?"

   "... not good." She yawned and was helped to sit up.

  When she put on the dusty dress, her eyes still hadn't opened, her body seemed to have no bones, limp and sleepy.

  The servant girl was afraid that she would be petty, so she patiently persuaded her, "Princess, just bear with it. After a while, the empress dowager's funeral is over, and you should be able to return to the palace."

   "When the time comes, you can sleep as long as you want. No one will disturb you, so you will be comfortable."

   "..." She finally opened her eyes slightly, helplessly complaining, "Why do you want me to guard the mother's funeral?"

   It's fine to watch the funeral, but she has to stay there for three full years.

  Three years...

   I won’t talk about it for a long time, and I won’t give meat to eat.

  (end of this chapter)