Chapter 10: The White Lotus Chanting
The next morning, the birds outside the window began to make restless noise, but the people in the house slept soundly.
The ninth princess, Beichenyue, was awakened in a nightmare, but the person next to the bed made her feel more at ease. Although she is favored by her father, it is precisely because of this that she is often framed by others.
Whenever his brother Beichen Hao is not in the palace, he will try his best to be careful, but no matter what, in the end, he can't escape the ears and eyes of the concubine. She once begged her father to let her live in her brother's mansion, but her father, who loved him, did not agree.
Maybe it was because she had been lying down for a long time, the ninth princess wanted to turn over, but when she was about to move, she found that her hand was tightly held by the sleeping man in front of her.
"Tilt, don't be afraid, my brother will always protect you."
The ninth princess fell into deep thought, and all these actions were seen by the housekeeper Hao Jun.
Mu Yunyang opened his sleepy eyes, and said, "Qian'er, why did you wake up so early today." ”
"Childe, did you stay by my bedside last night?"
Hearing the woman on the bed speak, Mu Yunyang reacted, and hurriedly got up and saluted the ninth princess.
Hao Jun on the side looked a little like laughing, but because of the face of the two, he pretended not to see it.
"Young master, the master asked you to wake up and take the princess to the front hall for dinner."
"Uncle Hao, how long have I been asleep, why didn't you wake me up?"
Hao Jun innocently recounted yesterday's events. When the old man came back from entering the palace to face the saint, he saw you standing by the princess's bedside, so he ordered everyone to retreat, so the old slave didn't dare to disturb......
The Ninth Princess looked at Hao Jun with some surprise and said softly, "Did Uncle Mu tell you what your father said?" ”
"Back to the princess, the old slave never knew, I hope you will forgive me!"
The ninth princess lowered her head in some frustration.
Mu Yunyang saw the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. As the emperor's favorite princess, he will also be framed, and thinking of his sister, he can't help but clench his fists.
"Don't be afraid, princess, you are my sister's best friend, I will protect you."
"Thank you, Childe."
After a while, the washed Ninth Princess came to the front hall accompanied by the maid.
Mu Yufeng got up and saluted, only to see the ninth princess hurriedly help up.
"Uncle Mu, don't be so polite in your own house in the future, if it wasn't for Gongzi's rescue yesterday, I might not have seen you."
"Yue'er, do you know who harmed you?"
"The eyeliner that the concubine has placed next to me."
"Concubine Niangniang?"
Recently, because of the haunting in the East Palace, everyone's hearts are in chaos. When I was strolling around the Imperial Garden, I overheard the words of the noble concubine, and it turned out that the death of Qian'er had a great deal to do with her.
Mu Yunyang recalled all the things he encountered yesterday, and said thoughtfully: "No wonder Mu Lianrong's veins were strange yesterday, there was a feeling of déjà vu, and I still doubted whether Tilt Er was alive, so I unconsciously walked to the Imperial Garden and saw the scene of the princess falling into the water......"
"Thank you Gongzi for saving your life, I am friends with Tian'er, and Gongzi can call me Yue'er in the future."
"How can this be?"
Seeing that his father nodded to himself, he didn't make much excuses.
The ninth princess has been staying in Mufu for the past few days. Liu was in a very bad mood when he came back, and his daughter was so frightened this time that she didn't see anyone except chanting, and even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince accompanied her to chant and pray for blessings.
I also heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince couldn't bear the loneliness and was ambiguously entangled with Mu Lianrong in the Buddhist hall. For this reason, the emperor was particularly angry, and punished the two of them for thinking about it, and they were not allowed to leave the East Palace for half a step without permission.
Hao Jun told Mu Yufeng and others everything he heard in the market.
The wicked have evil retribution, it is not that they do not repay it, and the time has not yet come.
"My father's punishment for them is too light, if I have to put them in prison. It's shameless to do such a reluctance to do such a thing in front of a sacred Buddha statue......"
The more Beichen Yue scolded, the more comfortable she became, if it weren't for the fact that her brother Beichen Hao was not in the capital, how could they blatantly harm themselves. In a few days, they will definitely be released by their father, because it is impossible for the concubine to watch her children suffer.
"Yue'er, be careful that the wall has ears."
Mu Yufeng's kind reminder was exchanged for Beichenyue's chattering and invective.
"Uncle Mu, if the wall has ears, I will cut off the man's ears, and I am cutting his body into pieces and throwing him out to feed the dogs......"
After a while, the sound of crockpots breaking could be heard outside. It's really what to say, this is too effective!
Hao Jun quickly chased out, only to see the little butler Lin Wen reprimanding a scary.
"Who made you so reckless, what's your name? Tomorrow I got the money and hurried out of the house, I was frizzy, how could I serve my master......"
I saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl kneeling in front of Lin Wen, with tears in her eyes, but she didn't dare to say a word.
Hao Jun paid attention to it for a long time, then turned around and went back to the house, telling the people in the house what had just happened.
"Father, Steward Lin must be close to Aunt Liu, could it be ......?"
Mu Yunyang didn't say anything, after all, it was the woman his father married after his biological mother, and no one knew her origin, only that she was once a person in the red dust.
Mu Yufeng nodded, and went to the Liu Courtyard in a moment.