Murong Jin frowned, looking at the bowl of vegetarian porridge, he really didn't have any appetite at all.

"Well, just one bite." Sima Mo brought the vegetarian porridge in the golden spoon to Murong Jin's mouth, "This is pumpkin porridge, I remember that you like to eat this the most, come, try it." ”

Hearing this, Murong Jin bit his lip, and finally opened his small mouth and drank the vegetarian porridge.

Seeing that Murong Jin finally drank the porridge, Sima Mo's originally frowning sword eyebrows were relaxed.

"Here, take another bite."

Murong Jin shook his head and said he didn't want to eat it.

The pumpkin porridge was originally sweet and delicious, but she had been asleep for so many days and her sense of taste had become lighter, so the bowl of pumpkin porridge in front of her really didn't taste at all.

"Jin'er, take another bite so that your body can get better....."

Finally, under Sima Mo's continuous persuasion, Murong Jin reluctantly finished the bowl of pumpkin porridge.

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......

The clouds were thick, there was a boom, and a heavy rain poured down.

"Miss Murong, this is the vegetarian porridge specially ordered by His Majesty to be boiled in the imperial dining room, you can drink a few more sips."

The person who spoke was Cuizhu, because Sima Mo had specially told Cuizhu to take good care of Murong Jin before going to court, so Cuizhu didn't dare to slack off at all.

Hearing this, Murong Jin shook his head and said that he didn't want to eat anymore.

Cuizhu frowned, still kindly dissuaded, but Murong Jin reluctantly ate a few more bites and stopped eating, so Cuizhu had no choice but to remove the vegetarian porridge.

"Cuizhu, I have something I want to ask you."

"What does Miss Murong want to ask?"

"That's ......" Speaking of this, I saw Murong Jin biting his lip, "I remember, I was in the firewood room......"

She wanted to know what had happened to her in the firewood room, but she was terrified to learn that she had lost herself.

Hearing this, Cuizhu immediately understood, "Miss Murong, don't worry, that person didn't violate Miss Murong." ”

What the?

"Cuizhu, you mean?"

"Cuizhu knew what Miss Murong was worried about, Cuizhu was telling the truth, ...... that night"

So in this way, Cuizhu told Murong Jin everything that happened that night, and also told Murong Jin a series of incidents such as Sima Mo taking care of Murong Jin day and night after Murong Jin fell into a coma.

After listening to Cuizhu's words, Murong Jin's eyes were slightly shocked.

Day and night? Don't eat or drink?

It turned out that during her coma, Sima Mo had been guarding the dragon couch to take care of her.

Thinking of this, her heart crossed a trace of softness for no reason.

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Weiyang Palace.

The faint fragrance of flowers filled the whole palace, and I saw the concubine Niangniang fiddling with the flowers that had just been inserted in the lotus-patterned celadon vase with great interest.

"The skill of the concubine Niangniang's flower arrangement is getting better and better, and it is simply first-class." The person who spoke was Mama Li.

Hearing this, the concubine smiled, "No matter how well this flower is planted, there will always be a day when it will wither, isn't it?" ”

"The concubine is very right."

The flowers in the vase were completely fiddled, so the concubine raised her eyes and looked out of the hall, "It seems that the sky is not beautiful today, how long has it been since it rained last time?" ”

Hearing this, Mama Li calculated carefully, "Back to the concubine Niangniang, it has been more than half a month since it rained last time." ”

"Oh?" The concubine raised her eyebrows, "More than half a month?" ”

"It's really more than half a month."

"Concubine Ben remembers that before returning to the palace last time, it rained heavily, so it has been more than half a month since Concubine Ben returned to the palace."

"The concubine remembered correctly."

Hearing this, the concubine seemed to sigh lightly, "The days in this palace are also comfortable, but unfortunately, it is too complicated and less quiet." ”

Remembering that she used to meditate on the Buddha in the mosque every day, and copied the Buddhist scriptures when she had nothing to do, the concubine Niangniang was a little nostalgic for a while.

"Why should the concubine sigh? Even if the days in the palace are complicated, as long as the concubine Niangniang ignores those complicated things, then there will be more quiet, the old slave doesn't know that the concubine Niangniang still remembers what the master of Yuandao said, if you want to be quiet, you only need to precipitate, if the heart is precipitated, people will naturally be quiet. ”

Hearing this, the concubine remembered the last time she was in the mosque, because of repeated mistakes in copying Buddhist scriptures, so the concubine Niangniang thought that the Buddhist scriptures in her hand were too difficult to copy, so she asked the abbot of the mosque, Master Yuandao, for another Buddhist scripture to copy, but when Master Yuandao heard about this, he said such a sentence to the concubine Niangniang.

"Copying Buddhist scriptures, stroke by stroke, just like the road of life, if there is a slight mistake, a wrong step, a wrong step. Blame only the heart is not enough precipitation, everything, idealism, the concubine Niangniang has repeatedly copied the wrong Buddhist scriptures, maybe it is not that the Buddhist scriptures are difficult to copy, but the concubine Niangniang's heart is not quiet enough, if the concubine Niangniang is willing to listen to the old man's words, then go to copy the Buddhist scriptures again, but the old man wants to remind the concubine Niangniang a word, if you want to be quiet, just need to precipitate, if the heart is precipitated, people will naturally be quiet. ”

Thinking of the words of the Yuan Dao Master that day, the concubine Niangniang nodded, "The words of the Yuan Dao Master are extremely reasonable. ”

"Since the concubine still remembers Master Yuandao's words, why don't you follow Master Yuandao's words?"

Hearing this, the concubine raised her eyebrows, "It seems that the heart of this concubine is not precipitated enough, it's time to find some Buddhist scriptures to copy." When the words fell, the concubine suddenly remembered Murong Jin, "By the way, how is the girl?" ”

"The old slave heard from the little eunuchs guarding the door in the Yongming Palace that she had woken up."

"Awake?"

"It's awakened, according to the old slave, it's the snow lotus of the concubine Niangniang who has played a role."

"Anyway, just wake up."

Thinking of the picture of Sima Mo taking care of Murong Jin in the Yongming Palace that day, for no reason, the concubine Niangniang suddenly felt a little uneasy.

No matter how good Murong Jin is, it is impossible for him to get such a deep love from Sima Mo in a short period of time.

So, what is the reason why Sima Mo loves Murong Jin so much?

Thinking of this, the concubine's dark eyes suddenly crossed a trace of doubt.

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Yongming Temple.

A ray of candlelight fell on Murong Jin's sleeping face.

"Child, child......" A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

Hearing this, Murong Jin, who was originally asleep, slowly opened his eyes, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the person in front of him.

"Mother?"

"Kid, you're finally awake." I saw Liu raise a gentle smile.

Murong Jin hurriedly sat up, and then threw himself into Liu's arms.

"Silly boy, why are you crying again?"

"Mother, since you left last time, I've been looking forward to your appearance every day, mother, I really miss you!"

Hearing this, Liu sighed lightly, raised his hand and stroked Murong Jin's head, "Good boy, my mother misses you too." ”

"Mother, let's leave the palace together, leave this place of right and wrong, and live elsewhere, right?"