The princess is soft! The sick villain is crazy

Chapter 13 Embrace

Author: Raising cats every year

Chapter 13 Embrace

Chunrui was watching in the small attic next to her. When she heard the movement, she trotted over, closed the window, and lit the lantern in front of the window: "Princess, why are you awake? The wind is too strong... Hey, why is this spindle broken

?I said I clearly remember closing the window, but the wind would blow away."

Shu Yao suffered from a serious illness eight years ago. Since then, she has developed a habit of fear of darkness. She refused to be with her when she sleeps, but she had to light a lantern to fall asleep.

She leaned against the bed, and her hair fell like a waterfall. "What time is it now?"

"It's only the fifth day, Princess, it's not dawn yet," Chunrui said, "You can sleep for a while before the hour has arrived."

Shu Yao said faintly: "Forget it. This county mainly changes clothes."

What do you do when you sleep? You dream of the hateful Dingshu? This dream is still coherent. I won’t mention other things for now. It is true that this Dingshu with scars on her waist and abdomen plundered her.

But in the vast crowd, how should she pull this person out? You can't let the man take off his clothes in turn and let her check it?

The man seemed to know the royal affairs well and expected to have been dormant in the capital for a long time. He was very skilled in martial arts and the most suspicious imperial guards in the palace. If you want to find out the matter, you have to wait for your uncle to return to Beijing and ask him to find a solution.

The little princess was yawning, and her eyes were obvious. Chunrui helped her apply powder and her face was full of pain. The princess was always lazy and had to sleep until midnight in the palace. Could it be that she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't sleep at night when she remembered the eldest princess?

Although Shu Yao was favored, Chunrui knew in her heart that the emperor was busy with government affairs and could not be with her like her ordinary parents. Several empresses in the palace secretly complained about her, and the princess was still lonely in her heart.

It would be great if I could find a husband who treats her sincerely.

I thought the prince Xie was reliable, but that day, Chunrui was disappointed when Xie Yanzhou was doing what he did in the Qinyang Marquis' Mansion. I heard that the prince Qinyang and the eldest princess were also very affectionate at that time, so why didn't Qinyang Marquis still look for someone else?

It was getting dark and the heavy rain outside the window had stopped. Pine leaves walked out of the attic yawning and muttered: "It rained so heavily last night, why didn't I wake up?"

Chunrui laughed at her: "You are heartless, look, the princess hasn't even had a good sleep."

The vegetarian food in the temple is tasteless and there are long rituals in the morning. After reciting the scriptures, the sky was bright and a group of monks came in groups, leaning on long sticks, walking deeper into the mountain.

Seeing Shu Yao's face showing confusion, Chunrui stopped a monk: "Little Master, what are you doing? The formation is so big."

"Yesterday, two people were involved in Ning'an Temple for a night. One was captured at night, and the other was unknown. They probably fell off the cliff. They were preparing to go down the mountain to find someone."

The old man's voice was calm and powerful. When he saw the visitor, the monk's expression was much more respectful, and he lowered his head and said, "Forgive the elder."

Shu Yao followed and bowed: "Elder."

The eldest princess is a devout Buddhist disciple. She comes to Ning'an Temple to practice for a while every year. After Shu Yao became sensible, she comes to Ning'an Temple to worship the eldest princess every year, and many elders in the temple also know her.

"The princess is serious," Elder Shuyi stroked his beard and smiled kindly. "The princess hasn't visited the back mountain of Ning'an Temple yet? It's clear after the rain. The air on the mountain should be very good. Should I go with me?"

Shu Yao agreed happily.

Ning'an Temple occupies half of the mountainside, but the back mountain is a place for monks to practice. It is generally not open to pilgrims, and Shu Yao has never been there.

After the heavy rain, the mountains became quieter. Occasionally, monks walked by with shoulder poles and greeted Shu Yao and others.

"Ning'an Temple is too big, and it's hard to patrol the mountain when it rains heavily. Refugees often take advantage of this gap to live in the temple." Looking at the mountain washed by the rain, the elder Shu Yi showed compassion and recited Amitabha, "I don't know.

What is the situation now for the donor who fell down the mountain?"

Shu Yao felt that when she sneaked into the mountain in the middle of the night, she would definitely be shameful when she did things, and she would also be blamed for falling off the cliff.

After walking a lot of roads, Shu Yao rubbed her tired eyes and looked up, she actually saw a thatched cottage in front of the bamboo forest. The vigorous pen outlined the three words "Qingyanzhai", like a rock hidden in the deep mountains, calm and powerful.

She said softly: "Qingyanzhai?"

"This is the former site of Ning'an Temple. Ning'an Temple was burned by a fire in the previous dynasty, leaving only such a room. It was not until the Yong Dynasty that the late emperor ordered people to rebuild Ning'an Temple."

Elder Shu Yi smiled and said, "I used to paint here, but after burning it here, the moss on the steps grew new green every year, so I wrote it on this title. I also accepted a disciple and had great achievements in painting.

He called Qingyan himself. The 'Qingyanzhai' on this plaque was written by him."

No wonder this inscription looks familiar.

It seemed that a sound was heard, and with a "squeak", the young man walked out of the thatched cottage, his clothes fluttered, his body stood tall, and his pronunciation was as cold as a mountain fog: "Master?...Prince?"

Li Mingji?!

Shu Yao stared straight, looking incredible.

Did Elder Shuyi just talk about the painter named Qingyan?

"Oh, Mingji recognizes the little princess?" Elder Shuyi raised his eyebrows and gently stroked his long beard. "It just so happens that I have to go back to the temple and take the princess around the mountain. Mingji will do it for him."

Li Mingji said: "Disciple knows."

Shu Yao: "I am the princess..."

Elder Shu Yi, who had a gray beard, walked steadily as he walked. Before Shu Yao could finish a word, he waved his hand and turned around and disappeared.

Shu Yao and Li Mingji stared at each other with big eyes.

"Shuh Elder is your master?"

"I am fortunate to receive guidance from Elder Shu Yi and be called a master and disciple with the elder, so I am not considered a true disciple." Li Mingji smiled gently.

Shu Yao: "…Who is Qingyan?"

"Mingji was forced to make a living and sold paintings under a pseudonym, which was a little bit too small in the capital," said Li Mingji. "If the princess asked about a famous painter, would he be right?"

Nothing is more embarrassing than being heard by the master when he says bad things behind his back.

Thinking of the comment that "no name" was so shameless that Shu Yao wanted to find a crack in the ground. Li Mingji could actually agree with her "savvy eyes" seriously, but he could praise her.

Shu Yao, Shu Yao, you are the emperor's favorite niece. In terms of manners and management, no one in the noble lady of Manjing can match. How could she get at a disadvantage in front of a pretentious scholar?

She said coldly "Oh" with a look of not being surprised, "No wonder your paintings are hanging in the temple."

"It's the master's opinion," Li Mingji smiled slightly, "Is the princess tired of walking? Do you want to come in and take a rest?"

Shu Yao had been walking all the way, and her waist was sore and her legs were weak, so she was unable to say it because of her face. Li Mingji's steps were just right. She raised her chin and looked around with a very picky look, "Okay."

"The moss is slippery, please be careful at your feet."

She is not a child, so how could she not even walk well? Shu Yao didn't care at all, took a step elegantly, and stepped on her long skirt.

Chunrui exclaimed behind her: "Princess——"

Shu Yao only felt her waist tightening and she was forced to fall into the cold and hard arms.

(End of this chapter)