Chapter 534: Closing the Temple (1)

Nie Wushuang wanted to get up. He had lifted her up and put a soft pillow on her back. The sudden gentle gesture seemed to have met him. Nie Wushuang shuddered and avoided his hand.
Qingyuan was sitting in front of the bed, his eyes cleared like a spring: "Madam, use some porridge soon."
When Nie Wushuang saw him open and guilty, he whispered, "Thank you."
The fragrant porridge made her appetite open all night. She no longer cares about it, eats with his mouth, Qingyuan looks at the way she swallows the jujube, and there is deep pity in her eyes.
With a bowl of porridge, the coldness of her soul would be dispelled. She opened her mouth and just wanted to thank her. Suddenly, a cloud of gas poured from her chest and belly. She couldn't help but grab his hand and fell on the bed. As he vomited, the porridge just swallowed again. The mess in one place made her stunned.
Qingyuan supported her motionlessly, and allowed her to spit the dirt on her white monk's robe.
Nie Wushuang managed to ease God, and could not help but feel ashamed, "Qingyuan Master, sorry ... I ... I don't know what happened to me."
"The mother-in-law is pregnant. This is a joy." Qingyuan helped her to lie down and comforted her. "The mother-in-law should be glad that she ran away and her mother and her son were safe."
He lowered his eyebrows and pronounced a Buddha's name. Nie Wushuang caressed her lower abdomen, and her heart gradually rejoiced, yes, how did she forget that there was a little life in her belly, which belonged to her little life.
Qingyuan watched the joy gradually showing on her pale face, sighed, and began to sort out the filth. He said faintly: "The mother-in-law must rest more, and wait for the poor monk to bring food for the mother-in-law."
After he had said it, he turned and took out the dirty clothes and went out. Nie Wushuang watched his fluttering monk's clothing pass by the door, his heart filled with warmth. Until today, she really understands his compassion, which is in the compassion of no complaints.
She lowered her head and stroked her lower abdomen, whispering: "Child, we will definitely survive, we will, mother will take you to live well ..."
Outside the Zen room, Qingyuan looked at her with joy or sadness, staring for a long time ...
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Nie Wushuang temporarily settled in Donglin Temple. The days of flight have almost exhausted all her physical strength, and it has been a great gift to be stable for the time being. Qingyuan knew that this matter was important and was afraid to tell anyone. What's more, the situation in Ying Jing is still undecided. There is a word of news coming from the mountain gate. The monks are talking about the capital of the city.
He guarded her day and night in his zen room, almost inseparable. Fortunately, he is now the abbot, and after the morning and evening classes, there is no other trivial matter. Even if something happened, he only commanded outside the meditation room to prevent anyone from approaching the meditation room.
Nie Wushuang started to feel uneasy, and now Xiao Fengqing has blatantly rebelled. Ouyang Ning and Yang Zhi did not know if they had brought the great prince on the way north. While hiding in Donglin Temple, I wonder if it will eventually be traced by Xiao Fengqing's army.
She was disturbed, but she tried to pretend to be calm. Every night, the whispering Sanskrit sound in Qingyuan was in her ears, over and over, letting her sleep peacefully. But still couldn't make the nightmare go away.
One night, Nie Wushuang awakened from the nightmare. She reached out her hand and touched a corner of his monk's clothes before she called Qingyuan.
In the darkness, Qingyuan helped her to stand up and whispered, "Mother-in-law is having nightmares again?"
Nie Wushuang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and sighed, "Yes. I ... I dreamed of him coming." In the heavy mist, Xiao Fengqing clings to the sword, thin lips evoking the bloodthirsty coldness, She tried to escape but found herself unable to move.
"Drink some hot water." Qingyuan skillfully brought a bowl of hot water in the dark and fed her a drink.
Nie Wushuang settled down, watching Qingyuan guarding her in the dark for a few days, and moved inexplicably in her heart: "Thank you Master Qingyuan, if it were not you, I would have died."
There was moonlight shining through the window lattice of the zen room, hitting his face lightly, calmly, and with the compassion of the Buddha's gate, it would not be half blasphemy.
Qingyuan looked at her, "The mother-in-law's words are heavy." He said, quilting her quilt for her, his eyes warmed: "To take care of the mother-in-law is a blessing for the poor monk to read the scriptures thousands of times before the Buddha.
His words were sincere and frank. Nie Wushuang's heart moved, he couldn't help looking at him seriously. Although the Donglin Temple was calm and calm for the past two or three days, he did not dare to relax for a moment. In order to take care of her for a few days, his eyes and face had a shadow, and his face was a little bit stunned.
"Qingyuan ..." Nie Wushuang moved his throat and shook his hand: "Thank you ..."
Qingyuan's hand trembled slightly and couldn't help but retract quickly. What Nie Wushuang wanted to say, his gaze was fixed on his wrist. In the bright moonlight, her eyes narrowed. Isn't this the bead he gave her? Why is he exactly the same?
She looked up in surprise, Qingyuan had quickly rolled up her sleeves, and stood up: "The poor monk went out to meditate and didn't disturb the mother-in-law."
"Qingyuan!" She called out to him suddenly.
Qingyuan paused and looked back at her: "What else is there to say?"
Nie Wushuang stopped talking, looking at his elegant and handsome face, his heart burst into weakness. She lowered her head: "It's okay, I just want to say Master Qingyuan rests well and doesn't have to watch for me."
Qingyuan smiled and lowered his eyes: "Thank you for the queen's concern." After he finished speaking, he stepped out of the outside floor and lay down. After a while, the sound of long breathing came to sleep peacefully.
Nie Wushuang was lying on the bed, but his heart was surging and surging. The little secret obtained from prying eyes did not know how to put it. How could she watch him fall into the magic barrier, an empty door, double world. If he had taken her in, he would have broken the precepts of the Buddhist monk. If he was in love with her again ...
She turned to the side, unable to rest in her heart. There are tears in my eyes, what should I do? What should I do?
Just then, the door knocked suddenly. A monk cried out of panic: "Abbot abbot, it's not good, it's not good. Many officers and men came down the mountain!"