"Master Qingyun Temple, have you been thinking about Princess Hengyang all the time?" A faint and cold voice suddenly came from behind. The meaning of these words made Master Qingyun Temple shiver involuntarily. He hurriedly clenched his hands tightly, trying to calm himself. He must not panic at this time, absolutely not panic.
Cold sweat broke out on my vest.
"I just remember the kindness of the previous abbot." The abbot of Qingyun Temple said in a low voice.
"Since you're grateful to me, are you willing to do anything for Princess Hengyang?" The voice behind him sounded just curious, and even a little less cold than before.
"No... yes, I am a person from the secular world, I can only do what I can." The Qingyun Temple Master slowly turned around under pressure and bowed deeply to Pei Yuanjun, "I am old... all I can do is to remember the good things of the former temple master every day, and hope that she will live in peace in the afterlife."
"Peace?" Pei Yuanjun smiled, moved his fingers slightly, and raised his eyebrows. "Princess Hengyang is in such a situation. Even in the underworld, I'm afraid she won't be at peace."
The Qingyun Temple Master bit his lip, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "I am a person from the secular world... I am old, and now I am in the temple, just to miss the old people. I don't know when I followed the former temple master, and now I can only do this."
"The abbot is truly a person who lives in seclusion from this world." Pei Yuanjun said lightly.
"Your Majesty, the King of England, thank you for your praise." said the Master of Qingyun Temple.
"Master, our prince came here today. Hearing that you are willing to help me clear my name, our prince is very happy. He originally wanted to invite you here, but he didn't expect to meet you like this. This is really a good thing." Qu Moying smiled softly.
"Reward!" Pei Yuanjun said indifferently.
"Thank you, Your Highness." The abbot of Qingyun Temple bowed, and Ning Yin Zhenren bent down along with him. She now only hated that she could not become as small as a needle eye, for fear that the King of England would look at her more.
Pei Yuanjun waved his hand, and the abbot of Qingyun Temple took the opportunity to leave and left the bamboo building with Master Ning Yin.
When they were outside the bamboo building, Zhenren Ning Yin staggered and almost fell. She subconsciously grabbed the hand of the abbot of Qingyun Temple, but found that the abbot's hands were wet and his palms were full of sweat. The abbot was not as calm as she appeared.
“Guan…” Master Ning Yin called out subconsciously.
"Hurry up and leave." The master of Qingyun Temple lowered his voice, glared at Master Ning Yin fiercely, shook off Master Ning Yin's hand, turned around and left.
She couldn't stay there for another moment longer. Even though she was downstairs and the King of England could no longer see her, she still felt cold sweat breaking out on her back.
The two men didn't even light the lights and left in a hurry. When they were far away and could no longer see the bamboo building, the master of Qingyun Temple stopped, turned around and looked at the bamboo building with a frown on his face.
"Master... guards... guards' matters." Master Ning Yin said in panic. She was still in shock and all she could remember was that it was all over. It was all over...
The head of Qingyun Temple shook his hand and said coldly to the bamboo building in the night: "Nothing will happen. If something happened, the Princess of England would not be so calm. She just wanted to use the King of England to pressure me and make me do things for her. I didn't expect... I still underestimated the Princess of England."
“Master… what should we do now?” Master Ning Yin finally gathered some of his panicked thoughts and asked.
"She is so cruel!" The Qingyun Monastery Master gritted his teeth, "She actually came up with such a method to trick me."
“Master…” Master Ning Yin didn’t quite understand.
"Please ask the Princess of England to come here tomorrow, and I will tell her fortune for her." The master of Qingyun Temple said with a gloomy face.
Master Ning Yin exclaimed: "Master... the matter of that guard..."
The head of Qingyun Temple shook his head and said, "That guard will be fine... It's impossible for him to be in trouble... For now, we have to accept the control of Princess Ying. Anyway, she has done some things for us. We can talk about other things later."
The abbot of Qingyun Temple gritted his teeth unwillingly. Originally, it was impossible to clear the name of the British princess.
The guard died, and after she helped the Princess of England deal with the matter, not only could the Princess of England not ask her to spread a good reputation for her, she also had to be restricted by her to a certain extent.
But now... things have changed so much... Why did the King of England come here suddenly...
But the Princess of England actually used this to turn the tables on her. As expected, the person who sat on the position of the Princess of England was not really a stupid person. In this way, she seemed to be in a passive position.
Not only was she passive, but she was also almost counterattacked. Fortunately, the guard's incident had not happened yet, otherwise she would have been in trouble.
If the King of England could not forgive the Princess of England, he would not forgive her either. After so many years of planning, how could she lose her life because of the Princess of England at this time
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "The matter of the British princess... will be resolved tomorrow."
"Master...won't you wait a little longer? Maybe there will be a turning point?" Master Ning Yin said unwillingly. It felt like watching a bird in the sky about to land in the palm of his hand, but in the end it suddenly flew away.
The head of Qingyun Temple shook his head and looked at the direction of the bamboo building. "What a pity, the King of England is here."
The head of Qingyun Temple had a bad feeling. If she still insisted on holding the Princess of England in her hands, something might really go wrong...
Seeing the two nuns go out, Ji Hai winked at Yu Xiu with a smile. The two maids and Ji Hai retreated outside together, leaving the room to their master.
Pei Yuanjun stood up from the couch and walked to Qu Moying, watching her pick up ink and write. Her handwriting was in small regular script, very neat and standard.
The room was very quiet, with only the occasional flickering sound of the lamp. Pei Yuanjun watched Qu Moying writing quietly, without moving an eye. On the curtain, two figures leaned against each other, just like one person.
Finally, Qu Moying put down her pen, breathed a sigh of relief, raised her beautiful eyes, and gently curled her lips with a bit of helplessness: "My mother meant it."
This is used when tracing one's ancestry.
Duke Yu and his wife took this matter very seriously. In order to express their satisfaction over this matter, they planned to thank their ancestors in front of the ancestral spirit tablet. At the same time, they each prepared a sacrificial text. While worshiping their ancestors, they also recounted the whole story. After burning the ancestral tablet, they officially recorded Qu Moying's name in the family tree of the Mo family.
Three different eulogies written by three people, each from their own perspective.
In fact, originally it would have been enough for Duke Yu to write one copy, and his wife would have to write one copy herself, and also let Qu Moying write one copy, to express their seriousness about the matter and their gratitude to their ancestors, thanking them for knowing about it and allowing them to find their daughter.
"Madam Yuguo is so thoughtful." Pei Yuanjun said gently. Under the light, her sleepy eyes seemed to glow like colored glass, so dazzling and gentle that it made people's heart palpitate.
Qu Moying looked up subconsciously, and her face turned slightly red when she saw his expression.
Pei Yuanjun took her hand and sat down on the couch beside her. He took the handkerchief from her sleeve and slowly wiped the ink that was accidentally stained on her hands.
"Wash it later." Qu Moying pulled her hand, but her hand was held tightly by his big hand and she couldn't pull it back.
"Don't worry, wipe it first and wash it when you get back." Pei Yuanjun blinked his beautiful eyes and saw that the ink on the tender white hand had been wiped dry. He threw the handkerchief on the table beside him, stretched out his hand to hug Qu Moying, and put his face close to hers: "Nothing happened these days?"
"It's nothing, just some small things." Qu Moying shyly stepped back and glared at Pei Yuanjun. Although there was no one around and the two of them were so close, she still felt a little embarrassed.
"Master of Qingyun Temple?" Pei Yuanjun smiled when he saw her shy look, and then deliberately hugged her tightly. When she was really annoyed and pushed him hard, he relaxed his hands and laughed, his hands loosely resting on her slender waist, but he was unwilling to let go.
Qu Moying pushed him twice but failed to open it. Instead, he was so tired that he was panting. So he just went along with him and stopped pushing him.
"Who is this abbot of Qingyun Temple?" She asked with her watery eyes turning slightly.
It is obvious that the master of Qingyun Temple is a problematic person.
"Before, people said that Hengyang saved poor people. There were many such poor women during the war. Hengyang also saved many people at that time. Hengyang was favored by the Queen Mother, and Qingyun Temple was expanding. Many of the people who were saved at that time stayed in Qingyun Temple and became Taoist nuns in the temple."
Pei Yuanjun said slowly, "These Taoist nuns who stayed behind are all grateful to Hengyang. They lost all their relatives in the war and are now sheltered in a place like this. Because of the Three Kings Rebellion, it is difficult to find out the backgrounds of these people. And this Qingyunguan is obviously an old acquaintance of Hengyang."
Although the Rebellion of the Three Kings was finally quelled, many women lost their loved ones and homes in the war.
Especially Qingyun Temple. If we really investigate, the master of Qingyun Temple at that time was Princess Hengyang. She was also the daughter of King Chu, so she could not stay with this identity. Since she could stay, the displaced women she rescued at that time were just a formality by the government. After a quick check and finding no problems, they were re-citizens.
This happened many years ago, so it is basically impossible to investigate the original events.
"Don't rush to check on her, just take a look first!" Qu Moying's fingers slid across Pei Yuanjun's sleeves, and finally landed on his wide sleeves, pinched and shook them, "No rush."
"Is it really not necessary for the Western Prison to investigate?" Pei Yuanjun raised his handsome eyebrows.
"No need!" Qu Moying said affirmatively, "No matter what her identity is, she must be a noble lady who knew Princess Hengyang at that time, and her identity is very unusual, and she is hostile to the entire court."
Pei Yuanjun glanced at her with his narrow eyes, and the smile on the corner of his lips became more gentle. He lowered his hand, took Qu Moying's hand and stood up: "Let's go out for a walk."
Qu Moying nodded and stood up obediently as he was told. His wide sleeves fell down, covering the two people's clasped hands.
The moonlight tonight is like water, quiet, elegant and peaceful.
The wind blew through the woods, and the leaves made a rustling sound, making people feel that the scene was even more peaceful.
Qu Moying and Pei Yuanjun walked in front, while Ji Hai and the two maids followed from a distance, not daring to get too close for fear of disturbing their masters.
"Will it affect Qiya's affairs?" Although he already knew that Pei Yuanjun was the one who did it, Qu Moying still asked one more question.
"No." Pei Yuanjun said indifferently, raised his eyes and glanced at the moonlight in the sky, "She is just a princess from the northern border, and she really takes herself seriously."
"Your Majesty... do you know her identity?" Qu Moying asked.