It was still the quiet room, and the master of Qingyun Temple was still inside.
The only difference from before was that the gaze of the Qingyun Temple Master fell on Qu Moying with a bit more coldness. Qu Moying sat down on the straw mat calmly.
This time, the straw mat and coffee table were still the same as when we first met.
Everything is the same as when we first met.
Compared with a futon, a straw mat makes it easier to talk.
"Princess Ying, please show me your horoscope." The abbot of Qingyun Temple looked at Qu Moying for a long time. Qu Moying smiled as if she didn't know what was going on. Finally, the abbot of Qingyun Temple spoke.
Qu Moying took out a piece of paper with eight characters on it from his sleeve and handed it over.
After taking a closer look, the master of Qingyun Temple had a gloomy face and frowned.
"Master... is there something wrong?" Qu Moying followed her gaze and fell on the eight characters he had prepared, and asked.
"Is there anything wrong with the horoscope of Princess Ying?" The master of Qingyun Temple raised his eyes to look at Qu Moying and asked.
Qu Moying shook his head: "Nothing wrong, this is what my mother gave me, is there anything wrong with it? Is there anything wrong with it?"
“There’s nothing wrong with it… it’s just…” The Qingyun Temple Master hesitated to speak, his eyes fell on the horoscope again. After picking it up and taking a look at it, he raised his eyes and carefully examined Qu Moying’s eyebrows, as if he wanted to discover something from her eyebrows.
"Master?" Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, even his patience was exhausted, especially since this was a matter concerning his own birth date.
"I just think that Princess Ying's horoscope is... too good." The Qingyun Monastery master said, his expression showing a hint of respect. "Princess, do you still remember the fortune I gave you when I first predicted it?"
Qu Moying naturally remembered the so-called golden phoenix appearance and flying phoenix appearance. She was shocked when the Qingyun Temple Master said this at the beginning, and thought that the Qingyun Temple Master really could see that she was reborn. Later she found out that these were all nonsense made up by the Qingyun Temple Master.
It's just a specious thing, and it sounds somewhat similar when you think about it.
Moreover, after this incident, she also got that thing, the phoenix-head guqin that seemed to have fallen into her hands by accident. The meaning behind this is even greater.
"Of course I remember." Qu Moying smiled slightly.
"At first I just thought they looked a bit alike, but they also looked a bit different. Now it seems... it's because of the bad fortune... that makes me feel it's not so. It's best not to show Princess Ying's fortune to others in the future, otherwise..." The Qingyun Temple Master picked up Qu Moying's fortune, folded it, and handed it back, "Princess Ying's fortune is really expensive... indescribably expensive."
It cannot be said that she is noble, and she cannot say that with her current status. It can be seen that this status is even higher than her current status.
"The princess' fate is now clearing up and the sun will rise. From now on, it will be smooth sailing. No matter what happens, good things will come. Although there will be small dangers from now on, they are not big things. As long as Princess Ying sticks to her original intention, it will be fine."
The master of Qingyun Temple said seriously.
Qu Moying took the paper with the eight characters and turned slightly towards Qingyun Temple on the table, as a way of thanking him: "Thank you, Master Qingyun Temple, for your prediction."
"Don't worry, Princess. I will have someone say something that can be spread. You don't have to worry about any mistakes." The Qingyun Temple Master said slowly, and then a little apologetic appeared on his face. "Some of my obsessions before made Princess Ying embarrassed, but it was my fault. I almost put Princess Ying in a disadvantageous position. I hope Princess Ying will forgive me."
"Master, don't worry about it. It's all over." Qu Moying smiled. This was referring to Pei Yuanjun's sudden visit.
“Even though it’s the past, I think I was wrong. I hope the princess will forgive me for being obsessed with the old man and even using dishonorable means.” The Qingyun Temple Master smiled bitterly and looked outside the door. “Maybe I really am… I don’t have much time left, so I have so many obsessions that I have lost my mind. If it weren’t for His Royal Highness the King of England, I would have really been possessed by the devil this time.”
"The abbot is a hermit and an expert. Even if he is bewitched, it is only for a short while." Qu Moying comforted her.
"Thank you, Princess Ying, for your generosity, but I was wrong after all. I am wrong and I cannot find too many excuses to cover it up. If Princess Ying needs me in the future, just tell me. I feel guilty after all. If I don't clean up my mind, it will be a mess."
The master of Qingyun Temple had a somewhat gloomy look on his face and bowed to Qu Moying again.
"These are all what I owe to Princess Ying, but it was also Princess Ying who helped me get rid of the dirt in my heart. After all, I... still can't escape the world."
Now that things have come to this, Qu Moying naturally no longer objects to Qingyun Temple Master's intention to make amends. The intention conveyed by Master Ning Yin before was interpreted as a foolish act done by Master Ning Yin in a moment of confusion. Now that he has thought it through, he is more willing to seek peace of mind by helping Qu Moying.
Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, both attach great importance to inner peace.
This is their path to the outside world, and they value it more than most people. The Qingyun Monastery Master proposed to save them, and he really wanted to make amends...
Qu Moying no longer refused and thanked him with a smile.
Without staying in the quiet room for long, Qu Moying left the room and returned to his own yard with his people.
As soon as Qu Moying left, new rumors spread in Qingyun Temple, saying that Princess Ying's fate was indeed very good, even better than before...
When Qu Moying heard this rumor, she didn't care much about it. Whether the master of Qingyun Temple was retreating to advance or had some other purpose, it was not a cause for concern for the time being.
She will be going back home today. The wife of Duke Yu has already made preparations and is planning to hold a grand banquet at Duke Yu's Mansion in the capital to allow her to recognize her ancestral roots.
She asked someone to pack up her things and said goodbye to the lady. The lady did not try to keep her, but reluctantly asked her to come visit her more often in the future. Her voice choked up unconsciously when she got excited.
Now I’m still Qu Moying, but from now on I won’t be named Qu.
Qu Moying repeatedly comforted the old lady and promised that he would visit her at Qingyun Temple after the matter was settled. Only then did the old lady let go.
What Qu Moying didn't expect was that before he left, someone else came to visit him.
"Ms. Zhao?"
"Yes, it's Miss Zhao, Mr. Zhao's younger sister. She came here specially to thank the princess for her help in the past." Yuxiu reported.
"Please ask her to come in!" Qu Moying pondered for a moment and then understood who Yuxiu was talking about. He had heard of such a person a long time ago but had never actually seen her.
Miss Zhao came in holding the hand of her maid. She was beautiful and a little taller than the average woman, but not noticeable. She looked a little weak and seemed to need the hand of her maid to walk forward.
When she got into the house, she pushed away the maid's hand and reluctantly bowed to Qu Moying: "Greetings, Princess Ying."
"Miss Zhao, you are too polite. Please help her sit down." Qu Moying smiled and waved his hand.
Yuchun stepped forward to help the maid, and supported her, and sat down on a chair beside her.
"Is Miss Zhao not feeling well?" Qu Moying asked after looking Miss Zhao up and down.
"My health has always been poor. Since I came to Beijing, I have been taking medicine. Now I feel much better." Miss Zhao said softly.
Her face was a little pale, and it was obvious that she was in poor health.
"I happen to have a doctor here. Why don't we let the doctor help Miss Zhao?" Qu Moying asked.
"Thank you, Princess Ying." Miss Zhao held the hand of the maid and was about to stand up and salute. Qu Moying saw that she was really unwell and shook her hand, indicating that she didn't need to be polite.
The doctor came over to take the patient's pulse. After the examination, he frowned and looked at Qu Moying.
Qu Moying nodded and told him to speak his mind.
"Miss Zhao." The doctor coughed softly, "Miss Zhao has been poisoned."
"I know." Miss Zhao nodded softly, with a smile that did not reach her eyes. "I was poisoned a long time ago. It was because of the poisoning that my elder brother took me away from home to find another doctor to help me. Now I have recovered a lot. If I had stayed any longer, I would probably have died."
"It is indeed a chronic poison. It may not seem noticeable, but as it slowly accumulates, it becomes really difficult to treat. Fortunately, it was discovered early. There is still some residual poison. You can try taking some more medicine." The doctor did not dare to speak too firmly and said vaguely.
Although the poison is not strong, it still lingers today, which is very strange.
"Is there a way to cure it?" Miss Zhao's face finally showed some excitement. She has known about her illness for so long, but there has been no cure. Now she has come here with full of expectations, and now there is indeed some hope. If she is not happy.
"Well... let's take a look first." The doctor didn't dare to say too much.
These words made Miss Zhao's face suddenly darken. She knew that this was the doctor's excuse. All the unsure doctors she met along the way said the same thing.
He smiled bitterly and felt he didn't have the energy to continue.
Seeing her expression, Qu Moying couldn't bear it and asked the doctor, "Is there really no cure?"
The doctor smiled helplessly, "I... really can't guarantee it."
Then we can only try first. Seeing Miss Zhao's pale face with no energy, Qu Moying couldn't help but said, "Miss Zhao, if the doctor in the Prince of Ying's Palace doesn't work, I know another doctor. Although his reputation is not well-known, his medical skills are excellent. If we can get his treatment, maybe... it will work."
Sure enough, when these words were spoken, Miss Zhao raised her eyes and spoke with a little excitement: "Princess Ying, this doctor... where is he...?"
Qu Moying didn’t know how many famous doctors there were in the world, but in her heart, there was only one famous doctor who was truly a famous doctor.
Many people said that her eyes were incurable at the time, and Ji Hanyue had invited imperial physicians to see her, but they were still helpless. In the end, it was Ji Luoxuan who was optimistic about her eyesight. It took a long time, but her eyes were finally healed, all thanks to Ji Luoxuan.
This Mr. Ji, who Ji Hanyue couldn't understand at the beginning, has now become someone whom Qu Moying can't understand...
Since leaving Beijing, I have never returned.