The Emperor's Favorite: Miss Jinghong II

Chapter 47 He is also fragile [3]

I thought he was being honest with me like this, but time was so urgently stopped at that moment that it was fleeting.

Even at that moment, I was in a trance. For the first time, I wanted to get to know him again for the man who showed his vulnerable side in front of me without reservation.

but…

Wan Chengyan suddenly pushed me away, and I staggered and fell to the ground.

Wan Qiyan looked at me with tears still in his eyes, I fell to the ground and looked at him, but didn't wait for any response.

He suddenly turned around quickly and left, as if he had done something wrong and never looked back.

I watched his back gradually disappear, and suddenly I felt an indescribable feeling.

When I calmed down, I realized that I was alone again.

Ming Wei is not here, and now she doesn't know where she is.

I stood up, the pain in my hand was still there, it was getting late, and now I could only walk out along the alley.

The narrow alley, the cold wind blowing in front of me, made people's hair stand on end, and I was a little scared at first. Although I didn't believe in the ghosts in the harem, I was extremely afraid at this time.

Gradually walking out of the alley, I realized what a remote and desolate place it was. After walking for about half a cup of tea, I still didn't see a single palace official, so I could only secretly scold the damn prince for being overbearing and rude.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally returned to the Palace of Compassion and Ning, secretly vowing in his heart that he must go through this palace again tomorrow.

The Compassion Palace was already brightly lit, and the golden glazed tiles shone faintly under the moonlight. I took a deep breath and walked towards the Great Buddha Hall.

From a distance, I saw Ming Wei looking around at the door, and was overjoyed to see me.

"My sister is back, the ancestor is thinking about you." I nodded and went in.Aunt Cao lit incense and smiled at me.

"The girl is back." The queen mother stood up and took the incense from Aunt Cao's hand, stood upright and joined her palms together, her feet formed a figure eight, and her forehead was flat on the ground and bowed softly.

I hurried over to help her up.

"People are old and useless." The queen mother said to me with a smile and squinted eyes, and I helped her up.

I helped the queen mother to sit down, and hurriedly smoothed things over, "How come, the ancestor is the most beautiful woman in the dynasty, even the years have only gently left a mark on your old man."

While talking, I winked at Minglan, motioning for her to serve tea.

"Does girl like to pay respects to the Buddha?" The Queen Mother sat down and looked down at me and asked, then suddenly changed the subject.

I didn't know why, so I just shook my head, "I just read some Buddhist scriptures, I didn't understand it, Jinghong still wanted to learn from my ancestors, I don't know if my ancestors will give Jinghong a chance."

I put my head on the queen mother's lap coquettishly.

Aunt Cao also laughed, "Miss Jinghong still has a good relationship with her ancestor."

The queen mother nodded and stroked my head, her face was full of doting.

"Well, yes, it should be fun to worship the Buddha this year. The girl is the best at telling stories. The Ai family will remember it."

I looked up and smiled, nodding desperately.

Aunt Cao continued, "In May, our ancestors went to Mount Wutai to worship Buddha, and they asked for a girl to accompany them."

I was extremely surprised, the empress dowager was supposed to be accompanied by a noble lady, but an unknown girl like me was also favored by the empress dowager.

Back in the house, I couldn't sleep, the scene during the day was still clear in my mind, I couldn't tell the feeling, it was already the beginning of April, and April in the north was different every day.

Today's mountains and fields are only covered with a thin layer of green gauze. If tomorrow is a fine day, the sun will shine and the warm wind will blow, and it will turn into silk and satin, shining brightly in the sun, as if to show off her beauty. Beautiful new clothes.But today maybe my mood is just like that misty green gauze.

(End of this chapter)