Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 766 The Tyrant's Little Princess (18)

   "You don't want to marry?" His voice was slightly hoarse, which seemed a little ethereal in the rainy night.

  Yun Si couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly, but only knew that his pupils were very dark, as dark as a night shrouded in dark clouds.

  She hummed softly, seeing that he didn't seem to be angry, she continued to tug on his sleeve,

   "Chu Yang will be very good. Even if he returns to the palace, he will never cause trouble for his brother, so brother, don't rush to marry Chu Yang, okay?"

  Que Yan didn't say a word, but just touched her head with his hand, not lightly or hard.

   His eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

  The night passed quickly, and the west wing was safe and sound.

  It was the last day of the empress dowager's funeral, and the sky was full of haze, with rain clouds still accumulating.

  It rained all night. Although it was not heavy, it still stored water on the ground.

  The rainwater flowed silently along the special drainage channel, from the temple to the creek near the mountainside.

  The rain stopped, and the originally clear creek also turned endless blood red.

   It's like flowers blooming in hell, one after another, crowding the entire riverbed.

  The morning dew dripped along the tall branches and leaves along the lines, and when the drops splashed on the muddy ground, a hill of corpses piled up beside them, surrounded by flies, buzzing, attracting nearby beasts.

   When Yun Si woke up, it was already Chen Shi, two hours later than the agreed time.

   It was rare to get enough sleep all day, she stretched her waist and looked to her side.

   There was no one on the bed next to him, and when he touched it, it was cold, and he seemed to have left long ago.

  The temple is very quiet, with crisp bird calls and the sound of brooms falling to the ground from time to time.

  Yun Si got out of bed, got dressed, and opened the closed window.

  As soon as the window is opened, the fresh and pleasant wind outside blows in, bringing with it wet mist, which makes people's tiredness disappear a lot.

  Yun Si found that Yingchun didn't come to wake her up, and the outside was so clean that it didn't look like she was going to do something.

  When I went out to ask, the little monk said that His Majesty had personally lit incense for the Empress Dowager and bowed down in person, which is considered filial piety.

  So everything in the ritual is kept simple, and only Abbot De Shi leads the monks to read the Chaodu Sutra and pray for the Empress Dowager.

   Now that the ceremony is over, His Majesty is almost ready to leave.

   After Yunsi heard what he said, before she had time to say anything, Yingchun hurried over.

   "Princess—you are finally awake—just wake up, we can go!"

"Now?"

   "Yes, everything has been packed, princess, you can get in the carriage."

  “.” She seemed to wake up really late.

   When leaving Daxiangguo Temple, Yun Si sat in a comfortable carriage, opened the curtain, and looked behind.

   Daxiangguo Temple still stands quietly above the mist-wreathed mountains, like a fairy with bones and fairy wind, who is about to ride a crane to the west.

  The bell tower rings, and the bell sounds long. The place is quiet and elegant, far away from the dust of the world.

Unfortunately.

  The little white tiger spirit has never been to Buddha.

  Yun Si looked away, and suddenly remembered what Abbot De Shi said to her before leaving.

  He clasped his hands together and said, "The almsgiver has been with the Buddha for three years. Although he is occasionally tired, he is always kind and kind. This time, he has formed a relationship with the Buddha."

  "If the benefactor leaves this trip, if he can always give kindness to Buddha and cultivate himself, the sin debts he bears will no longer exist."

  (end of this chapter)