Page after page of beautiful small characters were written neatly and elegantly. By the time the last page was filled, my back and waist were so sore that I could not bear it anymore.
"Master Niankong. Zhao Pei has copied all of these." Shu Xin smiled, looked up at the sky, and found that it was already midnight and the moon was high.
"Oh my God..." What time is it now
Niankong said "Amitabha" and smiled, "You have worked hard. It is already late, you should rest early. We still need to worship Buddha tomorrow. You can come with me."
"Your Majesty... Master Niankong. Are you not going back to the palace tomorrow? There are still many affairs to attend to in the court..." Zhao Pei suddenly remembered the purpose of this trip.
"Just leave those matters to the prince." The emperor shook his sleeves and stood up.
Zhao Pei followed him out of the incense room and asked, "But how can the prince take care of so many things by himself?"
The emperor stopped and looked at her with a smile: "If he is not capable, then the title of crown prince will be wasted on him." Seeing Zhao Pei lowered her head and said nothing, he smiled and said: "Why do you care so much about these things?"
Zhao Pei saw his inquiring gaze and was speechless for a moment. After a while, she blushed and said, "Zhao Pei just, just..."
"Forget it, I won't ask about a girl's thoughts. You should go to bed early." Then he walked away. Zhao Pei wanted to call him, but she held back.
What kind of thing is this? Persuasion failed, and she had to leave herself in this temple full of monks. She sat down on the wet stone steps in frustration, patting her head and thinking of a solution. Sporadic rain fell on her head, and the cold water made her shiver.
An idea came to my mind.
"Donor, Master Niankong wants to call you over." A young monk at the door called into the house, but there was no movement for a long time.
"Donor?" He called carefully a few times, but still no response
"Donor? Can I come in?" After a long while without any response, he pushed the door open and walked in. After a while, he heard a cry of surprise: "Donor!"
Zhao Pei was curled up on the couch, sleeping. Her whole body was hot and her consciousness was a little unclear. The emperor stood aside and asked, "How is she?"
The young monk at the side replied, "It seems that he has caught a cold and has a fever. The disease is serious. If he doesn't get treatment, his brain may be burned out."
The emperor frowned and asked again, "Do you have any medicine?"
"It's being boiled. But the mountain is cold and dewy, so it's better for the girl to get down the mountain as soon as possible."
"Okay. Send someone to take her down the mountain." Just as the emperor finished speaking, Pei Zhaopei suddenly grabbed his hanging sleeve.
"Your Majesty..." She murmured with half-opened hazy eyes, "I... don't want to leave."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'll find someone to take you down the mountain in a moment." The emperor frowned, but she didn't let go, so the emperor had to sit down beside the couch.
"I still have the Heart Sutra to recite..." Zhao Pei said, "Besides, Zhao Pei wants to accompany the emperor in reciting the sutra. There should always be someone around the emperor to serve tea and water."
He shook his head helplessly: "Others can do it too. Just go down the mountain obediently, and give an explanation to General Xu."
Zhao Pei refused: "Unless the emperor and Zhao Pei come down the mountain together, I will not leave!"
"Nonsense." The emperor scolded her. What a bold girl! How dare she negotiate with him? "I order you to get down the mountain."
Zhao Pei's cheeks flushed, but she stood up and looked at the emperor, saying, "Are you the emperor or Master Niankong?"
"I..." The emperor was choked by her words.
"Zhao Pei only listens to the emperor and not Master Niankong!" Zhao Pei said.
"Then I am the Emperor!"
"The emperor should not stay in the temple. The emperor belongs to the palace, to the people, and to the world. He should not only belong to this Tongtai Temple!" Zhao Pei's head was dizzy and she blurted out without thinking.
Sure enough, the emperor was angered by her, and his eyes turned cold: "How outrageous! I've heard enough of these words. How dare a little girl like you talk to me like this? It seems you are really sick and confused! Well, I won't care about you anymore. Do whatever you want." After that, he flicked his sleeves and left.
Zhao Pei watched him leave angrily, and she was panicked. Did she say too much? Or did the self-torture trick not work? Or did the emperor not care about a little girl like her? What if it was Yao? Would the emperor immediately let her go down the mountain
Thinking of Yao, he suddenly felt a pang of anger in his stomach. Why did he let her do this job? Now he was in a dilemma.
She bit her lip, secretly hating herself for what she was now. Should she... persist to the end? (To be continued)