Concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion: The princess is not to be messed with

Chapter 588 Continuation of Life

Huangjue Temple

The bell rang in the early morning, and pilgrims who came to offer incense poured into the temple.Because too many things have happened in Kyoto recently, everyone feels very uneasy.And these uneasy people all poured into this royal temple, begging the Bodhisattva to bless them for safety.

Mo Qingling felt that he must be dead, isn't the bell in his ear the bell that welcomes the dead from the Western Paradise?It's just that a person like her can go to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?If this is the case, isn't my Buddha a little too merciful?

But it's good to go to the west, maybe she can still see Qingyan and Jimo City, and she can also confess to Jimo City.

Mo Qingling opened his heavy eyelids, unexpectedly not seeing Tathagata.Instead, Mo Qingling rolled his eyes when he saw a very ordinary roof.The room with simple furniture is very simple and elegant.

It seems that this Bodhisattva who saves all sentient beings is really kind to her, and even prepared a single room for her.It turns out that this Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss is not much different from the human world.

Maybe it was because of his death, but Mo Qingling's head was still a little dizzy, and when he wanted to sit up, he yelled out in pain.

"Ahh...it hurts." Didn't she all die and go to the West Paradise?How can I still feel pain!

Mo Qingling raised her hand to have a look, her hand was still wrapped like a rice dumpling.The whip wound on her back was still aching, all of this felt so real, could it be that she wasn't dead.

impossible!She remembered that the prison was on fire, and because she was tied up and her mouth was gagged, she couldn't call for help.When she lost consciousness, the cell where she lived was also on fire, how could she not be burned to death!

Who saved her?Where is she?Mo Qingling endured the pain and sat up from the couch.She got off the ground with great difficulty, stood still and supported the edge of the couch, resisting the dizziness in her head.Without shoes on and bare feet, he slowly moved to the door.

Hearing the sound of chanting from outside the house, is this a temple?

Mo Qingling stretched out her hand, and was about to open the door but was pushed away from the outside.

"Master Liao Kong?" Mo Qingling's voice was terribly hoarse. Looking at the old monk in front of him, Mo Qingling showed a look of shock on his face.She never thought that she would be in Huangjue Temple.

Master Liaokong smiled, looked at Mo Qingling and said, "The poor monk guessed that the benefactor was awake, so he came over to have a look. The benefactor was probably hungry after being asleep for twenty days, so the poor monk prepared vegetable porridge. Let the benefactor eat some first!"

It was only then that Mo Qingling saw that the tray in his empty hand was filled with emerald green vegetable porridge in a blue and white porcelain bowl.

Liao Kong entered the house with vegetable porridge, and closed the door by the way.

Mo Qingling hurriedly followed, she had too many questions to ask.For example, why is she in Huangjue Temple, and who saved her?
Liaokong sat on the stool beside the square table and poured Mo Qingling a cup of tea.

"The benefactor must have a lot of things. If you want to ask the poor monk, the benefactor should have a sip of tea first!" She has been in a coma for 20 days and rarely eats or drinks. When necessary, he asked people to boil ginseng slices The rice porridge is directly poured.

"Thank you." Mo Qingling sat down and slowly drank the tea in the cup.

"Master saved me?" Mo Qingling looked at Kong and asked, this Kong is already a god, if he saved her, it is not impossible.

Liaokong shook his head inscrutablely, looked at Mo Qingling and said, "No, someone put you at the door of the poor monk's meditation room [-] days ago."

"Master, do you know who that person is?"

Liao Kong shook his head and said, "I don't know, but he left a note, which seems to be for you."

As he spoke, Liao Kong took out a note from his sleeve and handed it to Mo Qingling, who opened the note.I saw that the note said, "I will protect you from the master's order, and save your life at the end. When I see you again, I will take your life." '

A line of tears ran across Mo Qingling's face, the note was obviously left by Chayue.Because of Jimo City's order, even after she killed Jimo City, he still saved her life.He must have been afraid that he would not be able to help but kill her, so he put her in Huangjue Temple and left.But when they meet again, she is his enemy.

"Why bother to save me?"

Liaokong sighed and said, "Hey! Amitabha! The most important thing is that the benefactor is alive."

Mo Qingling looked up at Kong and said, "I didn't want to live, why did the master save me? Wouldn't it be clean for a person like me to die?"

"The monks are compassionate, how can the poor monk see death without saving him, and the poor monk and His Royal Highness are also friends who have forgotten years, and you are his widow..."

"I was the one who killed him, but the master saved me because I was his widow. The monks are truly merciful." A wry smile flashed across Mo Qingling's face.

"This..." It's not that he doesn't know about the rumors outside, but he doesn't think that Mo Qingling will hold a grudge because of that trivial matter, and kill Jimo City with such a despicable method.Although she looks cold and hard-hearted, she is still an upright person.If she was really that kind of person, how could Jimo City fall in love with her!He still believes that Jimo City sees people well.

Mo Qingling took a deep breath, stood up on the table, bowed to Kong and said: "Thank you, Master, for saving my life. Qingling, a sinner, really should not stay in this clean place of Buddhism. This kindness Qingling will repay her in the next life, so let’s leave now.”

After Mo Qingling finished speaking, dragging her weak body, she turned around and walked towards the door.

"Where can the benefactor go after she leaves? Mo Qingling in this world has already died in the fire. Where can you go after you leave?"

Mo Qingling stopped in his footsteps and said in a cold voice, "I have some grievances, and I need to settle them."

She said that if she didn't die, she would kill Jimo Han for revenge.

resentment?What grievances?No matter what kind of grievance it is, with her current state, it is clear that she will die if she goes out.Does she know how many good medicinal materials he gave her to save her?She is going to die now, but he can't agree.

"No matter what the grievances are, it's not too late to wait until the body is well-healed before ending. You don't care about your own life, don't you care about the life of the child in your belly?" Liao Kong said to Mo Qingling's back.

child?What does this old monk mean?Mo Qingling turned around slowly, looked at Kong with red eyes and said, "What did you just say? A child? Am I pregnant?"

Master Liao Kong nodded, looked at Mo Qingling and said, "The child is already a month old. You have suffered such a serious injury, and your body is very weak. The child's condition is not very good. You should take a good rest now and keep the baby in your stomach. The children are the number one priority.”

You must know that in order to keep this child, he also thought of many ways!
"Child..." Mo Qingling lowered her head, stroking her stomach with hands that looked like rice dumplings, her whole body exuded the brilliance of motherhood.

Was there really a child in her womb?It was her and Jimo City's child, but he left a child for her after he died.Was he going to let her live?Is this his punishment for her?Let her live in endless regret and guilt in the future.

Mo Qingling had already made a major decision in her heart, she wanted the child to come down healthy.This child is the continuation of Jimo City. Even if this child exists, it will always remind her of the fact that she killed the child's father.Let her spend the days to come in endless regret and guilt!She wants this baby.

Mo Qingling wiped the tears from his face, sat down on the waiter at the table, and ate the vegetable porridge in the bowl with his injured hand.

Seeing Mo Qingling eating, Master Liaokong felt relieved.

After Mo Qingling finished eating the vegetable porridge, Master Kong left with an empty bowl. When Master Liao Kong just walked to the door, Mo Qingling stopped him.

"Did Master ever tell His Highness the Crown Prince that whoever wins me wins the world?" Although she already knew the answer in her heart, she still couldn't help asking.

"The poor monk only said that you are his doom, and he just kept a distance from you." After speaking, Master Kong opened the door and walked out.

Two lines of tears ran across Mo Qingling's face, it was because she was too self-righteous and didn't understand him.What I heard in the palace that day, I'm afraid that Jimo City deliberately told Emperor Wu Ning in order to make Emperor Wu Ning agree to let her be the crown princess.He knew that she didn't want to be a concubine, so he made up such words, just to let her become a princess.He knew her so well that he didn't want to wrong her, but she didn't think about getting to know him at all.

She always felt that Jimo Cheng didn't really love him, and everything was just her self-righteousness.She doesn't deserve his sincere love. If she can see Jimo Cheng's soul, she really wants to ask him, "Jimo Cheng fell in love with me, do you regret it?" '

Two months later, Mo Qingling's injuries were healed, and the fetus in her womb was considered stable.Master Liao Kong happened to be leaving the capital for a cloud tour, so Mo Qingling dressed up as the accompanying young novice and followed Master Kong to leave the capital.

One month later, the new emperor got married and married the prostitute daughter of Xie Guohou's mansion as his queen.

The whole of Kyoto seems to have returned to calm, but some people's hearts have been aching.

six years later

In the woods in the afternoon, the quiet sunlight shines through the leaves like the forest.In an old ox cart lay a woman in blue coarse cloth.Sitting there was a little boy wearing coarse cloth clothes of the same color.The little boy was very handsome, just like the little fairy boy in the sky. Although he was wearing coarse clothes, he couldn't hide his noble aura.

I saw him holding a whip for driving cattle, one end of the whip was tied with a handful of grass, and the grass was hung just in front of the head of the cow.

"Mother, someone is blocking our way." The little boy's soft voice sounded, and he said to his sleeping mother.

The sleeping woman turned over and said impatiently: "Good boy, you can solve such trivial matters by yourself, don't disturb your mother's sleep."

The corners of the mouths of the group of people opposite the little man couldn't help but twitch, how did this woman become a mother.Sleep by yourself and let your son drive the car. It's fine if you let your son drive the car. If something goes wrong, let your son solve it.

"Little friend, can you move your bullock cart back and let uncle pass first?" The person who spoke was a handsome man riding a tall black horse, with a sword on his waist, he looked like a man in the Jianghu.

Behind him, there were several carriages pulling boxes, and a dozen or so horse-riding entourages followed behind him.

The little boy looked unhappy, looked at the man and said: "Uncle, didn't your wife tell you to respect the old and love the young? Don't you feel embarrassed to let me pass as a child? My mother Just teach me to respect the old and love the young, and it’s not impossible for my uncle to ask me to give way first, provided that you are old and younger than me.”

In fact, it is a trivial matter to let them pass first, but it happens that the road in this section is narrow and can only allow a carriage to pass.If you want to give way, you have to retreat a long way, his mother has always hated troublesome things, and his mother really hates things like going back.

"This..." The man who spoke showed embarrassment. He has practiced Nangong for more than 20 years, and no one has dared to teach him a lesson.But now he was taught a lesson by a child, and the most important thing, he was speechless when what the child said was so reasonable.

(End of this chapter)