Glancing at the room, it was really a meditation hall. The eyes turned to look at a middle-aged nun standing beside the bed, a light gray nun robe, a light gray nun hat, holding Buddhist beads, kind eyebrows and wise eyes, and her expression was very consistent with her Dharma name.

"Oh, give me a hand, I'm going to sit up. With the support of the creek, he sat up with difficulty and leaned on the creek.

"Oh, it's Master Jing'an, I really didn't expect this kind of bad luck to happen and disturb the holy land of Gui'an, thank you Master for saving us and taking care of me so thoughtfully, I'm really grateful, if you don't mind, let's make friends!" Ziwei's eyes flickered, looking directly at the quiet eyes of the nun in front of her, smiling faintly, and greeting politely.

Xiaoxi looked at her with her mouth open in astonishment, is this Miss? How can she be like two people with the Miss before she fell into a coma.

Jing'an felt a little surprised, it was really strange, just now this woman's pulse had obviously stopped beating for a long time, why did she suddenly come back to life?

This is a passionate and confident woman, her eyes are full of wisdom and pure light, where is like the complaining woman in the mouth of the brook girl who is desperate and wants to escape into the empty door.

Jing An looked at Ziwei with appreciation, this is the real daughter of a famous minister of the Han Dynasty, with the temperament of a famous family. Although she is not very old, her sincere smile makes people feel comfortable.

"You're welcome, you have a head injury, lie down. Jing'an nodded, stepped forward with a smile, placed Ziwei to lie down, then sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand, and said softly:

"Miss Yuwei, the poor nun is very willing to make you a friend, I hope you will stay in the nunnery, recover from your injuries and then return home. ”

Miss Yuwei? Oh, I'll be Xiao Yuwei from now on. Ziwei wasn't used to this title for a while, but this Jing'an nun was very suitable for her temperament.

"Great, thank you Master Jing'an for taking us in, I just want to be quiet here for a few days. Ziwei laughed heartily.

Ziwei has lived in Qingyue Nunnery for more than half a month, the wound on her head has long been healed, although the temple is a quiet place for Buddhism, but there are pious pilgrims at all levels, and this temple is only more than ten miles away from the capital, and all kinds of major events and mundane things in the capital have been heard here, so Ziwei has a basic understanding of the Han Dynasty in chatting with Jing'an and several of her disciples. Tong Guò has been getting along for the past few days, and her friendship with Jing'an has gradually deepened, and Ziwei is glad that she has made a confidant and friend when she first came to this strange world.

The large banyan tree in the temple is luxuriant, the breeze blows, and the green leaves of the tree rustle and break. On this day, in the courtyard of the temple, Ziwei sat comfortably on the stone bench under the banyan tree, playing against Master Jing'an opposite.

After the two finished playing a game of chess, they sat at the stone table under the tree, chatting in the northern kingdom of the Heavenly Empire, Ziwei had just arrived, and it was very strong to know more about it, Master Jing'an could be said to be well-informed, and in terms of eloquence, Ziwei was very happy.

"Miss Yuwei, the soup will be boiled immediately, Xiao Ni will send it to you in a while. The little nun smiled and came to the table with tea.

"I still drink it! The decoction is so bad that I even burp and I really don't want to drink it. ”

Ziwei deliberately made a pretty face, making the little nun giggle. Jing'an shook her head gently, put down the teacup in her hand, and looked lovingly at the innocent girl sitting opposite.

Although her age is more than ten years different from Miss Yuwei, she gets along very well with this little woman, she is lively and cute on the surface, but she hides extraordinary talent, talks about many issues with her, her views are very unique, and many truths she says are convincing, this little woman is really impressive, so, Jing'an is very willing to chat with her, never thought that she would be middle-aged, but made such a little confidant.

"Miss Yuwei, your complexion is much better, your wound has healed, you don't need to drink medicine tomorrow. ”

"Master Jing'an, you have finally been merciful and merciful to let me out of the sea of suffering. Ziwei mischievously took Jing'an's hand and made a grateful look. These days have really made the bitter decoction that can't be bitter anymore bitter, and when I see the black decoction, I think of Western medicine, or Western medicine is better.

"Good medicine is bitter, it must be drunk, I have never seen you treat diseases like this, you live like a child of a few years old, and you have to be persuaded to drink medicine. Jing An glanced at her lovingly and gently knocked off her naughty little hand.

"It's worthy of being the host master, so strict!"

Looking at Jing'an's calm face, he withdrew his hand with a smile, these days, I feel that this Jing'an master is a temperamental person, she is well-informed, kind and kind, what a pity! Such a woman is willing to accompany the lonely lamp alone in this nunnery, but for a lifetime, it is incredible.

Although the bare hat and fat shirt concealed her appearance a lot, it was still obvious that she was a very beautiful woman, especially those eyes were very beautiful, but her expression was indifferent.

"Hey, Master Jing'an, I don't understand, why did such an outstanding woman as you become a nun?" Ziwei asked with a smile.

Jing An lowered her eyes and sighed helplessly, "It's hard to say! Every monk or nun has a history of bitter tears. ”

"Oh?" Ziwei looked at Jing'an's sinking face, there must be a story in Master Jing'an's body, and just as she was about to continue her exploration, Xiaoxi ran into the courtyard from the outside, with an excited look.

"Miss, Miss, the master is here!"

Ziwei looked at a middle-aged man who walked in from outside the door in surprise, this person was Xiao Zhongyan, the head of Dali Temple in the current dynasty, his purple jade hair was bundled, he was dressed in a dark blue dark flower forging robe, and he was wearing black-necked boots.

Ziwei's admiration arises spontaneously, Lord Bao of the Han Dynasty has a lot of personality!

"Yuwei has seen Daddy!" hurriedly got up and curtsied like Xiaoxi, and Jing'an also saluted.

"Wei'er, are you healed? Daddy has been very busy these days and hasn't come to see you, don't complain about Daddy. Xiao Zhongyan said and looked at Ziwei's head worriedly.

"Yuwei's injury has healed early, don't worry, sit down and take a sip of tea. Ziwei smiled and looked at this father, although her father did not come to see her in person, he had already sent people to see her, and he also donated incense and silver to the nunnery, which made her very grateful. "Yuwei knows that Daddy is very busy, you are busy with national affairs, you think about the peace of the people, Yuwei respects you. ”

When Xiao Zhongyan heard this, his eyebrows were high, Yan Sù's face softened a lot, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a little more smile, "Wei'er, as you said, Daddy does still have very important things to do, you go back with Dad immediately, pay attention in the future, don't go out of the house again, how dangerous it is." ”

"Knowing Daddy, don't worry, there won't be any more such things, I promise!" Ziwei tilted her head mischievously, and her beautiful eyes flashed smartly.

Xiao Zhongyan's lips couldn't help but arc slightly, and he opened the sedan curtain with his own hands, and watched her get on the sedan chair.

Ziwei looked at her father in this life, and felt very kind, her father worked so hard for the royal family, it can be seen that the emperor trusts him very much, and he must be a very great figure in the Han Dynasty, so an inexplicable respect rose in his heart, and he stuck his head out of the car.

"Daddy, you should pay attention to your body, don't get too tired. ”

Xiao Zhongyan was walking towards his sedan chair, and when he heard the words, he turned around and smiled with relief.

"Vier, you have matured a lot, and you are happy for your father. ”