(Girls' Literature)

In the end, I still called the palace maid who dressed to come in. But in half an hour, everything was cleaned up.

The Queen Mother has never liked to be noisy. On weekdays, I ordered the concubines of all palaces not to go to Shou'an Palace to ask for peace except for the fifteenth day of the new year and important days. So, despite the previous delay. But it doesn't hurt.

Breakfast had already been set up in the temple. There wasn't a bit of flesh. It's all light and vegetarian. Exquisite.

The Queen Mother pulled my hand affectionately. "You can use breakfast never. Just sit down and use some together. ”

I was uneasy. The Queen Mother's sudden affection is extremely uncomfortable. Yesterday he was punished to kneel. My knee still hurts. The Queen Mother seemed to have forgotten.

I took a step back. Blessed body. "The Queen Mother is really tormenting the slave. How can slaves and maids have such blessings? ”

The Queen Mother sighed. Gently pressed the corner of his eye with a handkerchief. "Don't be resentful. The mourning family is also for the emperor's sake and for the sake of the entire Dachen. If I had known you were ...... It's too late to hurt. How can you be willing to be punished? ”

I'm skeptical. It's really for the sake of the mother. Although the mother concubine in my eyes is different from those women in the palace. But I couldn't believe that someone was treating me well so long after she died.

I said lightly. "Niang Niang just eats. It is a great blessing for a slave to serve you. ”

The Queen Mother laughed. To enter the painting Chiharu Road. "Look at how talkative this kid is. It makes people's hearts feel comfortable when they hear it directly. "Again." That's it. Qianqing led her to the West Buddha Hall first. Then came the mourners. ”

I sang it with Chiharu. They withdrew from the temple together.

The sun has come out. It's been a bit warmer today. The sun was not yet warm on me. But it was bright and brilliant. There was a slight coldness in the air. I don't know what it's like at noon.

Just thinking about it, it's hot in your hand. When I looked down, I realized that it was Qianqing who stuffed a hand stove for me. Qianqing smiled. "The girl is a nuisance."

I raised the corners of my mouth unnaturally. Strange in my heart. What's going on today?

The West Buddha Hall is a place where Jun Mochen specially opened up for the Queen Mother to worship the Buddha. Quiet and peaceful. There's everything you need inside. The most brilliant is the golden Buddha in the middle of the hall. The whole body shimmered with golden light. Gorgeous very.

Qianqing led me in, and hurried back to serve the Queen Mother.

The West Buddha Hall is the place where the Queen Mother worships the Buddha. So it's extraordinarily pure. Only some palace people were stationed outside the palace. But there is nothing inside. I looked at the statue and knelt down. Put your hands together.

A layer of tension gradually filled my heart. He kowtowed three times before he straightened up. Don't dare to raise your voice. Only muttered. "The Lord of the Buddha is merciful. May I bless my parents and loved ones to be reincarnated as soon as possible. Forget the pain of this life. In the afterlife, he will devote himself to ordinary people. Peaceful. The believer Ling bowed. ”

I let out a deep sigh. The remaining thousand words choked in my throat. But they didn't dare to export rashly. Pray silently only in your heart. May the Lord of the Buddha bless the living with peace. Bless the faithful woman to get revenge as soon as possible......

It's just that when I think of this, I can't help but suffocate in my heart. If I get my revenge. He's still my closer. He's going to hate me. Blame me. Angry with me. Blame me.

Look up at the Buddha statue in front of you. He was so peaceful and peaceful. Both compassionate and indifferent. With the alienation of seeing through the red dust, accept thousands of worships. He will know what my heart desires.

If it is to be restored. That Yi Luo can't get around. What the hell am I supposed to do about it?

He knelt dumbly for a moment. Suddenly, I heard a voice outside. "The charcoal fire in the temple is prosperous. Don't freeze the poor child. ”

There is a return to the painting. "The Queen Mother is relieved. A place where you worship the Buddha. How dare you go cold. ”

It's the Queen Mother who came. I got up from the ground in a panic. Get out on the road.

"The slave and maid greet the queen mother's holy drive. Mother's Grace. ”

"Quick. Pick it up. "The Queen Mother ordered someone to come and hold me. I bow again. "The mother is so ashamed of the slave and maid. The slave maid did not fulfill her filial piety in front of the Queen Mother. Second, he has never made meritorious service. Niang Niang treats each other like this. The slave and maid were ashamed and did not dare to bear it. ”

The Queen Mother said. "When you say that, you see the outside. Where to use those who are false. The mourning family is also a person who loves talents. Is it wrong to be kind to the benevolent? ”

Where am I a benevolent person. It's just a "remnant of the previous dynasty". Seeing that I am about to speak. The Queen Mother said again. "That's it. Let's not talk about that. You said you were going to copy the Buddhist scriptures for the mourners. ”

I can't say anything more. I just hung my head and answered yes.

There is a table in the hall. The four treasures of the above study room are very complete. There is also a Diamond Sutra for transcription.

Because I haven't touched a pen for a long time. This mention of the pen feels a little handy. Don't dare to write rashly. Let's take out a page and write a few words. It's good to get used to it before putting it down.

It happened that the Queen Mother came over. Curious. "What are you writing about?"

I'm embarrassed. "I didn't lift a pen for a long time. It's a bit hand-written. I wrote a few words and practiced my hands. It made the Queen Mother smile. ”

But I don't want the Queen Mother to be serious. "That's not going to work. How can there be such a learning? Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. It is good to study and practice every day. ”

His face was already crimson. Shame no. Just hang your head. "The Queen Mother taught. The slave and maid wrote it down. ”

The Queen Mother was satisfied. Pacing to the desk to read my handwriting. But praised. The first few words are blunt. But then they became more and more proficient. It turned out to be a neat and tidy hand-handed hairpin. It can be seen that he has worked hard to practice. It should not be an exaggeration to say that it is a thousand words. ”

I bowed my head. "The Queen Mother praised falsely. Slaves and maids can't afford it. ”

The Queen Mother smiled. "The mourners said that if you can afford it, you can bear it. Look at this hand, it looks like it has inherited the mantle of the heart. It would be overkill to ask you to copy the scriptures for the mourning family. ”

There is always no peace in the heart. Why does the Queen Mother repeatedly mention her mother today. Why did your attitude towards me change so much all of a sudden? If it weren't for the sake of the mother's concubine. Then the Queen Mother must have a plan.

Since childhood, I have known that "the hustle and bustle of the world is driven by profit." The people of the world are clamoring for profit." People like the Queen Mother must be well versed in it. I think I should be careful.

Hearing this sentence is still the same. "Slaves and maids are ugly. Meng Niangniang can afford it. It turned out to be the creation of slaves and maids for several lifetimes. ”

The Queen Mother really rose up. "Look at this clever mouth. It's so pleasant to listen to. ”

There was a delay in this way. Then he sat down and transcribed.

As soon as I wrote, I felt that there was silence around me. What a profit. Love is long. At this moment, it has become a beautiful font under the pen. It turned into a skimming and a pinch. One horizontal and one vertical. It turned into the crisp sound of snow dripping under the eaves after it melted. A sound. It's as if there's an echo in my ears.

For a while, there was only a piece of paper in front of him. Wrist movements. Gently drop the ink on the page.

It's like returning to the days in Changle Palace. The weather was fine. My mother sat on the concubine in front of the window, reading a book and watching me write. The mouth reminds "Be in a correct posture when writing." Be still. If it's half-hearted. Crooked. It's not what it looks like to be a scholar. ”

I wrote in front of the desk against the rules. One stroke at a time. Serious and tense. I was tired of writing and secretly raised my head to look at my mother.

She sat in the daylight. The delicate face is like a fine mutton fat jade, white and delicate. There is a gentleness everywhere. Eyelashes flutter slightly at the head drop. In the bright daylight, fine dust fluttered. Placid.

Page after page. More than 10 volumes were copied. My neck was sore. That's when I put down my pen.

Subconsciously, I want to call out the "mother concubine". I saw the little palace maid at the entrance of the hall. I swallowed it stiffly.

I was confused. Where is the mother's concubine?

Flip through them one by one. Make sure that each page is neat and clean and free of typos before putting it down. Reach out and knead your neck to relieve the soreness.

I don't write anymore. The senses are clear. I actually smelled an extremely clear tea fragrance in the air. Refreshing.

I picked up the copied Buddhist scriptures and sent them to the Queen Mother. was told that the Queen Mother had driven back to the palace earlier. Seeing that I was concentrating on what I wrote, I was not disturbed. Let the little palace maid tell you on your behalf. If it is written, the maid can take it back. You don't have to make another trip.

That's exactly what I want. Handed over all the Buddhist scriptures to the palace maid, and rushed out of the door.

Only then did I realize that it was noon. The sun is rarely good. It's warm and bright. The snow melted last night. The water droplets under the eaves seem to fall into a curtain of water. The sound of water droplets hitting the bluestone slab was endless. Houses near and far were joined together to form a great sound of water.

Follow the previous matcha fragrance to find the past. Sure enough, someone was making tea. It was a man squatting under the porch. Guarding a small red clay stove. The kettle on the stove was boiling hot. A large cloud of white heat came out.

The man looked at the back with a little familiarity. I can't help but wonder how strict the rules are in the inner court. Men are not allowed to move around. No one dares to blatantly cook tea here. Who is so bold.

Come to think of this. The original few wisps of curiosity were gone in an instant. There are many people in the palace. If it has been seen in the past. There will be many twists and turns.

Turn around and want to leave. between the electric light and flint. As if something had come to mind. Turn your head again. It's not like it the more you look at it. I couldn't stop laughing. This man. It's like a child.

He deliberately stepped forward. Road. "Green ant freshly brewed wine. Small red clay stove. It's late and the sky is snowy. I can drink a cup without it. Your Excellency is really interested. It's a pity that it would be nice if this tea was replaced with wine. ”

Jun Mochen turned around abruptly. "You dare."

Look at the way he eats. I couldn't help but laugh again. "You're a great man. Ninety-five supreme all cook tea. Why wouldn't I dare. ”

Jun Mochen's face flushed with suspicion. Gritted his teeth. "Dare to drink with the man next to you. You're not small. ”

That's when I realized that he was so angry. I couldn't stop laughing for a while. Jun Mochen became more and more annoyed. An arrow leaped over.

He was a head taller than me. Now standing tall and burly in front of him, he obscures all the light in front of him. His breath was close at hand. When I looked up, my eyes were as deep as a pool. I forgot what to say.

Half a day. Only then did he speak. "What are you doing?"

Jun Mochen seemed to be a little flustered. "Cooking tea."

"You know how to make tea." I was a little surprised. The Ninety-Five Supreme Jun Mochen can actually cook tea. But he can even cook. Cooking tea should also be reasonable.