Chapter 147: Beauty Tears (6)

In the early morning of the next day, Nie Wushuang came to the "Ziwei Palace", Yu Yu was spreading her hair to study the embroidery with Yamei. When she saw her, Yu Xi laughed with a smile: "Well, what kind of wind keeps our Jie Bianniang is blowing. Yamei went to see if the magpie outside was calling? "
When the Yami people saw Nie Wushuang coming, they couldn't help but stand up and respectfully salute: "Jieyu's maiden is here." Nie Wushuang helped her to stand up and smiled at Yuyu: "Isn't Yuyu's wife a pastime? I was n’t free a few days ago, so if you have time, come and look at your mother. Is your body better? "
Jade slipped away the embroidery pattern in her hand and said lazily, "It's not going to be good, nor can it die."
She glanced at Nie Wushuang and said to Yamei: "Go and get your previously preserved peaches. This palace has been stunned for several days."
Yami people could not help laughing and then stepped back: "I see."
Yuxi watched Yamei's figure disappear, and stared at Nie Wushuang as if with electricity: "It's so easy to pull that person down, why did she see the emperor again?"
Nie Wushuang said slowly: "The emperor still has her in her heart, and you must slowly let him know that the person is not worthy of his favor. What he wants is that the emperor will give up on her. Only when the emperor's heart is empty can he like another. A woman, isn't it? "
Yuxi pondered for a while, and looked at Nie Wushuang with complex eyes: "You are still awesome, knowing that the snake is going to play seven inches. The emperor meets you as a fairy, I'm afraid you will be tossed to death."
Nie Wushuang smiled amusedly, not resigned.
Yuxi sighed, looking at the complicated embroidery on the table, and said quietly: "Only you can stay out of the way, the emperor ... is a man that can make all women fall in love. But you don't."
There was a faint glimpse in Nie Wushuang's eyes, leaving the topic: "Ya Mei is so beautiful, she is still a beauty, and she is indeed aggrieved."
Jade looked at her differently: "What do you mean?"
"It's not good to be alone, it's spring to be full of spring." Nie Wushuang smiled with ecstasy in her eyebrows: "If the beauty is favored, isn't it good for Jade Lady?
Yuxi looked at her for a long time, and finally sighed, "What exactly do you want?"
Nie Wushuang lowered his eyes: "What Chen Chen wants is only a trivial security. And the sincere help of the Jade Empress and Yamei."
She raised her head, and she could not believe what she said: "The courtier is only a weak woman in Yingguo. If she doesn't rely on her, she will be miserable in the future."
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Nie Wushuang held up Xia Lan's hand and returned to the palace. Before leaving, she asked Yamei to come to the "Yonghua Temple" for tea and chess tomorrow. "Ziwei Palace" is relatively remote. In the position of Nie Wushuang, she has not worn shoulder pads. She walked with sweat and could only find a clean place to sit for a while.
Xia Lan took out a fan to console her, comforting him: "It is also good for the mother to walk away. Yan Taiyi said that the mother has a lot of cold in her body and needs blood to drive it out."
Nie Wushuang glared at her with a funny look: "Where does Tai Tai Yan say this, let alone walk away to get rid of the cold in the body? Then simply go to the sun for a few days and it will be all right. ? "
The master and servant hadn't laughed so easily for a long time, and couldn't help laughing. Xia Lan saw her in a very good mood, and intentionally said something interesting to her. Nie Wushuang sat for a while, exhausted from his body, stood up and was about to leave, and suddenly saw a red palace wall not far away, and asked, "Where is it?"
Xia Lan looked for a moment, and laughed: "My mother forgot, this is a Buddhist scripture that is stored in the" Tibetan Pavilion "in front of the Buddhist temple. Few people pass by."
Nie Wushuang suddenly became interested: "It's okay to return to the palace anyway, it is better to go and see."
Xia Lan was also very playful. As soon as she heard her nodding, she sent Deshun back, and accompanied Nie Wushuang to walk slowly to the "Tibetan Pavilion". The "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" is not large. It is a two-story attic sheltered in deep green forest. For fire protection, the entire attic is made of stone, and only beautifully carved on the outside. Wooden window.
Nie Wushuang went to the "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" but no one was obstructing it. He was turning back to ask Xia Lan, and suddenly a figure came forward from the corner of the bookshelf.
Nie Wushuang only smelled of a sandalwood rushing, and could not help but get back two steps.
"Sorry! Sorry, the little monk didn't know anyone in front, but the donor was injured? ..." The man quickly apologized, and as he was halfway talking, he recognized Nie Wushuang in amazement.
Nie Wushuang also looked back from the shock: "It turned out to be-Master Qingyuan."
Wearing plain clothes and linen shoes in front of him was Qingyuan in Donglin Temple. He looked at Nie Wushuang with complex eyes, and finally lowered his eyes and declared a Buddhist slogan: "Do n’t Nie Shiwu come?"
Nie Wushuang remembered the argument with him before, and his thoughts turned back and forth, and finally turned into a sigh: "This palace is very good. I wonder why Master Qingyuan suddenly entered the palace?"
Qingyuan's clear eyes restored calmness: "It is the queen mother who has the will. Please invite a few monks in Donglin Temple to enter the palace to lecture, and the little monk is just in the company."
Nie Wushuang knew for a moment. The queen mother often used the name of preaching, and invited many foreign ministers' wives into the palace. Whether it was preaching or attracting people's hearts, it was not too difficult to guess. Before the Empress Dowager was seriously injured in the North Korean forces, she couldn't keep her loyal subordinates, so she would naturally save her strength again.
It's just that this time is not so easy. She is old, and the so-called Sunshine and Western Hills is still a strong and ambitious emperor compared to Xiao Fengyi. Who would hope for an old woman in the deep palace?
Nie Wushuang looked at Qingyuan and Qingjun's eyebrows and regretted him in the bottom of his heart: People who have jumped beyond the red dust still cannot get rid of the worldly ulterior motives.
Qingyuan looked at Nie Wushuang without any impurities, and suddenly asked, "Have the Nie donor changed his mind?"
After listening to surprise, Nie Wushuang came back to understand what he meant, and she sank: "Master Qingyuan hasn't given up to persuade the palace?" Her beautiful eyes taunted: "Still Qingyuan mastered the tiger Man or your real excuse for harm? "
Qingyuan's face remained unchanged, and he proclaimed a Buddha's title: "The little monk has figured it out, and everything belongs to his heart. People who live in Buddhism and those who can cross it. Everything is just retribution."
Nie Wushuang didn't want to explain the deep Buddhism with him, and turned coldly: "The Buddha hasn't brought what he wanted. This step of the palace depends on his own efforts. The so-called letting go of hatred does not make him This palace is free from danger, but will fall into deeper hell. "
"But will you be happy, Master Nie?" Qingyuan raised her voice and asked, "Is the palace maid killing herself in the lotus pond just because she can't bear the blame?"
Nie Wushuang turned back violently, Meimu stared at his handsome face, and asked coldly, "What did Master Qingyuan hear?"
Qingyuan folded his hands and calmed his face: "I heard a lot, and rumors disturbed me. The little monk just pity, and a living life made the court sacrifice."
Nie Wushuang was irritable and pulled his skirt: "Master Qingyuan has too much control. This dusty thing is not something Master Qingyuan should worry about."
"What should I care about? Fangwai isn't just reading the scriptures, the suffering in the world is my suffering." Qingyuan looked at her calmly and asked again: "Can the Lord Nie be truly happy now? Why don't you want to let go of your mind ... "
"Who said that the palace is unhappy! Unhappy?" Nie Wushuang interrupted his words, and cold eyes sneered in the beautiful eyes: "It will be the fastest time for the palace to live until the palace is above the 10,000 people!" ! "
After speaking, she resolutely turned and walked down the stairs, Xia Lan hurried to follow. And a sigh came from behind ...
Nie Wushuang helped Xia Lan go down the attic, her mood was ups and downs, she got out of the attic, and suddenly there was a goose yellow in the corner of her eyes. She couldn't help narrowing her eyes, stepped forward, took the silk scarf hanging by the trunk, and groaned.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?" Xia Lan asked curiously.
"Did you see anyone coming upstairs just now?" Nie Wushuang asked. In this hand, the goose yellow silk handkerchief only embroidered a lifelike plum blossom. There was no logo on it, and it looked like it was not owned by the princess or the maid.
"No, just now the slave-in-law was always behind her mother-in-law and did not hear anyone coming upstairs." Xia Lan shook her head.
Nie Wushuang put away this plaque, and there was a lot of doubts in his eyes: "Someone must have overheard the conversation between this palace and Master Qingyuan. Master Qingyuan is a foreigner and will not talk nonsense, but if someone who listens to it, it may lead to To cause unnecessary trouble. "
Xia Lan was startled: "What then?"
"What else can we do? The soldiers came to cover the water and cover the soil. It is not so easy to frame the palace." Nie Wushuang closed the box in his arms and slowly returned to the "Yonghua Temple."
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The next day, Yamei came by appointment, and she brought a variety of delicious snacks, a plate of exquisite, appetizing. Nie Wushuang tasted a few chopsticks and praised him.
"Yamei Lanxin is very rare, really a rare talent." Nie Wushuang praised.
"Jie Yang's mother is ridiculous. If she has nothing to do in the palace, she can only play with these things. Where is her mother-in-law who is so proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she won the favor of her emperor.
Nie Wushuang looked at her delicate and cautious expression, smiled slightly, and instructed the palace people: "Come, send Yamei snacks to the emperor, and say that it is hot, and Yamei specially made some appetizing cold food for emperor."
Yang straight forward, ordered the palace people to bring the delicate food box, put ice cubes aside, packed properly, and went out of the palace carefully. At first sight, the Yami people couldn't help but be moved: "Jie Yang's wife still protects his courtiers."
Nie Wushuang shook her hand and said with a smile, "Now the three of us sisters, only you are the only hope."
Yami people froze: "What hope?"
Nie Wushuang's eyes contained a bit of water and light. At first glance, the stars like the dark night are contained in it. The beauty is breathtaking: "Zi, my sister, this palace has been injured before and it is not easy to get pregnant again. He is not good and would not approach the emperor. Only you. "
Yami was shocked and ashamed: "What the is this? Mother, don't talk nonsense."
Nie Wushuang sighed, the love was so earnest that he couldn't help himself crying: "Don't the beautiful people know that this palace was a wife of another person? ..."
Tears dripped on the hands of the two, and Yamei also followed with tears and sad: "The mother is too bitter ..."
"Then if the Yamei people have a dragon or a princess in the future, can this palace be the right mother?" Nie Wushuang asked tentatively.
"This is natural. If you really have a child, you must let the mother-in-law be the mother-in-law of the child." Yami said heartlessly.
Nie Wushuang laughed and said slowly: "Is it ..."
At this moment, there was a singing chant from the housekeeper outside: "The emperor drove to--"
Yamei stood up in surprise and looked at Nie Wushuang in disbelief: "Madam, is the emperor really here?"
As if it was a magic spell, Nie Wushuang was the one who cast the spell.
Nie Wushuang naturally wouldn't say that she had invited the emperor yesterday, and sending snacks today is just a reminder of Xiao Fengyu's promise. So he will come.
Nie Wushuang straightened his clothes, brushed his hair, and stood up with all manners, pulled the Yamei to walk away, and smiled: "Since the emperor is here, it certainly means that he wants to see you."
From a distance, seeing the bright yellow gait walking smartly, handsome eyebrows, a gentle smile just right on the thin lips, he is like a dashing cloud in the sky, and can easily enter your eyes and your heart ...
Nie Wushuang's red lips floated an unclear smile, pulling the Yami people to kneel slowly: "The courtier greets the emperor, long live the long live, long live the long live ..."

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