Yu Wenling looked at the wind chime, with a gleam of surprise and conviction in his eyes, "Really? Really? Really?"
She asked three questions in a row, and then respectfully stretched out her hands for Yuan Qingling to place the wind chime on her palms with a pious attitude.
Yuan Qingling saw from her respect that this wind chime was like a light in the dark sea to her.
She also suddenly understood that in fact, when people are in despair, they need to have faith, and Fourth Master grasped this point before giving her the wind chime.
Not to mention Yu Wenling, when she first found herself in this dynasty, she would even forget for a moment that she was a high-level intellectual engaged in scientific research, and thought of seeking help from the false gods and Buddhas in the sky.
She thought of the junior abbot, who advocated that the end of science may be theology. This may be the truth, who knows? But it may be more of his inner expectation.
People need faith, especially in times of despair.
The most important thing is to win hearts. Fourth Master, you have achieved the ultimate in purity when it comes to picking up girls.
Yu Wenling hung the wind chime by the window and pushed the window open. When the north wind blew, the wind chime made a tinkling sound. The sound made by the copper was timeless and long-lasting. With the psychological effect, it really felt like the sound of the Buddha.
Enter the heart.
She turned back to look at Yuan Qingling, her eyes were still red and swollen, and tears were overflowing, but there was a hint of excitement in her sadness.
Yuan Qingling also smiled, but the circles under her eyes couldn't help but become astringent.
The people in the palace brought food over, and with Yuan Qingling's persuasion, Yu Wenling finally ate.
Although she still looked very sad, she was comforted at least.
Yuan Qingling watched her eating porridge, but she sighed quietly in her heart. Yu Wenling was so comforted, but Lao Wu was not so easy.
After Yu Wenling finished her porridge, Yuan Qingling asked her to go to bed. Perhaps she was too tired and comforted by the sound of wind chimes, so she fell asleep quickly.
Yuan Qingling stayed by her bedside for a while before going out.
The imperial concubine saw Yu Wenling asleep outside the curtain, and a big stone fell in her heart. She sighed softly: "This is too much for the child."
Yuan Qingling saw that she had also lost a lot of weight and said, "Concubine, you should also take care of yourself."
"I'm fine. It's just hard work for you to run around. How is Lao Wu now? I'm afraid he can't recover so quickly, right?" The imperial concubine took her hand and walked out together and sat down in the palace.
Yuan Qingling shook his head, "He must be in a bad mood. He almost didn't sleep all night last night. He went out early in the morning and used work to numb himself."
"Lao Wu is a filial child. He has deep feelings for Concubine Xian. He cannot bear this blow for a while, but he has a strong heart and will probably be able to get over it soon," said the Imperial Concubine.
"I hope so!" Yuan Qingling said softly.
However, Yuan Qingling knew in his heart that the pain of losing his mother was one thing, and the guilt in his heart was another.
Sadness can be diluted slowly, but he believes that if the Su family had not been burned down, Concubine Xian might not have really been convicted.
From the emperor to the last moment, he still wanted to give her a chance. From this, it can be seen that if the queen mother had not been killed and the princess was kidnapped, the virtuous concubine might not have died.
Lao Wu had emphasized that he had set fire to the Su family, and it was the Su family's own fault, because he was trying to convince himself not to feel so guilty.