The Lucky Bride Is Pretty And Delicate

Chapter 311: Divine Music Saves People 2

Miaoyin looked at Huaniang tenderly, and her voice was soft, like a mouthful of honey, sweet to the heart: "Aniang, is it okay?"

Miaoyin's bright eyes seem to be able to speak. Who can refuse her like this.

Hua Niang felt that her heart was going to melt, listening to the sounds of the world pleading in front of her, where she disagreed, she wished she could show her heart to her.

Hua Niang smiled and nodded: "Yes, of course."

Miaoyin smiled slightly: "Then Auntie, let's make arrangements, and I will go to the porridge in the afternoon."

Hua Niang nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, now you can rest for a while, don't worry about the porridge, and leave it to A Niang."

Miaoyin nodded, she poured herself another cup of scented tea, took two sips, and smelled the strong fragrance of flowers before she breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she has enough strength, she will continue to be beautiful and fragrant, so that everyone in the world will be amazed If you are obsessed with her, no matter if it is the Xia Dynasty or other countries, you will be obsessed with her divine voice.

With a dried flower in her mouth, Miaoyin rested on the bed.

In a daze, she felt that she couldn't move, as if she had returned to that dilapidated village, where rows of people stood in two rows, looking at her with smiles on their faces.

Miaoyin wanted to run, but she seemed unable to move her hands and feet, she couldn't move at all.

A kind of fear emanated from the depths of her heart and haunted her. When she opened her mouth, she smelled the thick stench, like a rotten smell.

And those people she used to be familiar with turned into blood red and ran towards her.

Miaoyin was terrified, she struggled but remained motionless, she could only watch helplessly as they ran in front of her, crashed into her body and disappeared.

Miaoyin opened her mouth, struggled hard, and finally woke up.

She took a deep breath and frowned. She opened her mouth, and a stench entered her nostrils. The dried flowers in her mouth were already stinky. Go to the table, take scented tea and pour it into your mouth.

The fragrance of the cooled scented tea seemed to cover up the stink.

Her face was pale, and she staggered towards the vanity mirror again, looking at her beautiful face carefully, there was no change, she was still so beautiful, with delicate skin like fat.

She breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't wait for the porridge.

After wrapping the dried flowers in lotus, she didn't dare to open her mouth. She smelled them deeply for a while, and then she was relieved after making sure that there was no unusual smell.

Put on a long skirt and a silly ankle-length hat to cover everything up.

Hua Niang came: "Yinyin, are you awake?"

Miaoyin didn't even dare to open her mouth wide, she didn't even dare to swallow, the dried flowers in her mouth would absorb the moisture in her mouth, if there was too much water in her mouth, the dried flowers would become very smelly, so Miaoyin didn't answer Huaniang, but He opened the door and nodded slightly.

Hua Niang was also satisfied with Miaoyin's tight covering. After all, she is so beautiful and has a singing voice of nature, so it is safe to cover it up.

Miaoyin wants to give porridge, so naturally she wants to report to the third prince. The third prince has no objection. Miaoyin is a woman, no matter how capable she is, and she is already his woman. The good deeds she has done now and the good reputation she has accumulated can become He will be the icing on the cake in the future.

The common people naturally want to support an emperor who is kind and loves the people like a son.

So as soon as he heard the servant's report, he agreed.

She also quickly arranged for people to prepare the porridge. Miaoyin only needs to show up. She doesn't need to worry about manpower and porridge.

When everything is done, Hua Niang will just take Miaoyin there in person.

Miaoyin sat on the carriage, vomited the dried flowers in a small jar, and quickly covered it to prevent the rotten smell from spreading. She put two dried flowers in her mouth again. She was flustered and couldn't help urging: "Auntie, are you coming?"

Hua Niang responded from outside the carriage: "Hurry up."

Those who need porridge in Beijing are just outside the city gate, where the beggars gather, and the servants who give porridge have already gone first. When those beggars heard that there was a good man to give porridge, they couldn't wait to wait.

As soon as Miaoyin arrived, she immediately arranged for porridge.

The servant who made the porridge shouted loudly: "Come and eat the porridge, Miss Miaoyin of Yuqiong Pavilion is very kind and good. Do you know that the porridge you eat is given by Ms. Miaoyin? You must remember the kindness of Ms. Miaoyin. "

The gathered beggars immediately shouted in gratitude: "Miss Miaoyin, female Bodhisattva, Miss Miaoyin is a good person."

Everyone who got the porridge shouted, for them, it is like giving alms to benefactors with copper coins. Saying a few words of thanks, calling a few words of Bodhisattva, and saying a few words of auspiciousness are all easy things to say. His words, he shouted countless times every day when he was begging in the city.

Sometimes if you shout, you may not be able to get one or two copper coins, but if you don't shout, it is even more likely that you will not.

Miaoyin frowned. These people talked about female Bodhisattvas, but she couldn't feel the power of faith at all. Even if she was here, these people bowed to her to thank her, but they had no faith at all, and all gratitude was nothing. Sincere.

Hua Niang smiled, looked coldly at these inferior people and said, "Yinyin, we should go back, the porridge is almost gone."

Miaoyin frowned, looking through the gauze hat at those people squatting aside with bowls to drink porridge, eating her alms, but not sincerely grateful to her, how could this be possible.

The dried flowers in her mouth also began to get wet, and she felt that she was getting more and more stinky.

Miaoyin took a deep breath and walked towards the people.

She was dressed in white and had a delicate figure. People drinking porridge couldn't help but look up at Miaoyin, and they all said kind words with smiles on their faces: "Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Bodhisattva."

Miaoyin said slowly: "You guys eat, I will sing a song for you."

Miaoyin began to sing softly, and her voice carried a wave of strength, which immediately pulled people into the beautiful and dreamlike artistic conception.

Every dirty and embarrassing face showed a look of satisfaction and happiness, listening to the sound of nature, obsessed from the heart.

They even stretched out their hands in the air, as if to grab something.

Miaoyin can feel a lot of power of faith returning to her body, and her light figure seems to be flying away with the wind at any time.

A lot of power made her feel very comfortable, and the rotten smell disappeared. What was exuding from her body from the inside out was not a smell, but a fragrance, an obsessive fragrance.

After Miaoyin stopped, she felt that she was full of strength, she smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Miaoyin walked towards the carriage: "Aniang, go back."

People woke up like a dream, looked at Miaoyin's back, put down the bowls in their hands, worshiped and kowtowed to Miaoyin's back, with fanaticism and obsession in their eyes, and shouted in their mouths: "The goddess has descended, the goddess has descended, We don't have to suffer anymore, Goddess, Goddess..."