"Maybe it's not that serious, but it's not much better. Once it rains heavily, it will be extremely difficult to continue the mountain road. For twenty days... the Aijia really don't have much confidence."
Ling Ruo's words undoubtedly put another big stone on everyone's already uncomfortable chests, and they all prayed in their hearts not to rain heavily.
Unfortunately, as expected, Mount Wutai was covered by heavy rain that night, and the sound of falling rain filled both ears.
For three days in a row, there was no sign of the rain stopping. In this heavy rain, the weather became colder and colder, as if winter had arrived early. If the heavy rain continued, the repair of the mountain road would naturally not be carried out. The monks were like this, and the government officials sent
The same goes for the policemen, who are all waiting for the rain to stop.
Today, Qingliang Temple seems to be isolated from the world and helpless. Before the rain stops, the only thing they can do is to chant sutras and pray to the Buddha to protect them through this disaster.
However, no matter how much they chanted, the rain kept falling, giving people a sense of silent despair. The food in the temple was decreasing day by day, and there was not much time left for them.
On this day, after reciting the sutra, Ling Ruo stood in front of the window and looked at the pouring rain, and murmured: "Does God really want us to die trapped here?"
Xianyue, who was standing next to her, said: "No, I believe that God will protect the emperor."
Ling Ruo shook her head and said: "Perhaps in the eyes of God, the Ai family has long been a person who deserves to die." At this point, she turned to look at Xianyue and said: "Do you blame the Ai family? If the Ai family hadn't asked you to come to Qingliang Temple
, and will not encounter such a thing."
Xianyue smiled and said: "Huang'e Niang did not force it. Everything was my own decision. How can I blame Huang'e Niang?"
Ling Ruo looked her over and said, "It's hard for you to laugh at this moment."
"A sad face lasts a day, and a happy face lasts a day. In this case, why not choose a way to make yourself feel better. Life is unpredictable, and no one knows where the end of his life will be. Just like the day of the earthquake, if A Luo hadn't fought to the death
Hold on, I'm already dead."
Ling Ruo nodded slightly and said, "What were you thinking about when you were close to death that day?"
Xianyue's eyes flashed slightly and she said: "If I go back to the Queen Mother, if I had died like this at that time, my biggest regret would be that I could not see the Emperor again."
Ling Ruo stared into her eyes and said, "Don't you always blame the emperor for being unfair to you?"
"At that moment, I didn't think about this, I just suddenly thought of the emperor." Xianyue said seriously: "I know that the emperor's mother has always been wary of him, fearing that he will become like my aunt, but I
I can assure you that it will never happen. Because..." She stroked her chest and said word for word: "In my heart, the emperor is more important than anyone else, even myself."
Ling Ruo looked at her for a long time and then slowly said: "The Ai family never believes in empty words. If you want the Ai family to believe it, you have to show it to the Ai family."
"Yes." As the sound of this word fell, the room became silent. That night, the heavy rain for many days finally stopped, and we could start to continue on the mountain road. At this moment, it had been a long time since the earthquake.
In seven days, one-third of the food stored in the temple was consumed, and there was not much time left for them.
After the heavy rain, the mountain was soft and it was extremely difficult to build the road. Although monks from the temple and civilians sent by the government worked together to build the road, the progress was still slow. When the food reserves in the mountain were about to be exhausted, there was still a section of road that had not been completed.
In desperation, the monk could only save the remaining rice and noodles, and ventured to various places in the mountains to find wild vegetables and fruits that could fill his belly. But even so, there was not much rice and noodles for Ling Ruo and Xianyue to eat, and they could not sustain it.
How many days.
On this day, Ah Luo brought the food to Xianyue's room. He said it was food, but the other items were two steamed buns and a plate of pickles. The fresh vegetables had disappeared many days ago.
After A Luo put down the food, Xianyue took a steamed bun and stuffed it into A Luo's hand, "You can eat some too."
Ah Luo quickly put the steamed buns back on the plate, shook his head and said, "I have eaten just now, and I am very full. I can't eat anymore." As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach started to growl, making Ah Luo say.
Luo Haosheng was embarrassed.
Xianyue stuffed the steamed bun into her hand again and said, "Eat it as you are told. Why are you talking so much? You can't be full just by eating those wild fruits."
Seeing Xianyue's resolute attitude, A'luo had no choice but to accept it and said: "Then slave girl, take it out and share it with Zhichun and the others."
Day by day, there was less and less food to eat, and even Ling Ruo and Xiayue were almost out of rice and noodles. Fortunately, the mountain road was almost repaired at this time, and they could continue together in two days.
On this day, Xianyue ate the mountain fruits picked by the monks and prepared to rest. However, while lying on the bed, her stomach always felt empty, as if she had never eaten anything. She tossed and turned and drank several cups of tea in succession.
, it’s still uncomfortable all the time.
"Master." A Luo knocked on the door outside. After coming in, she whispered: "Are you feeling hungry?"
Xianyue sat up with a wry smile and said, "After all, this wild fruit doesn't fill your stomach. It's okay to eat it once, but after several meals, I really don't feel full in my stomach." As she said that, she stroked A Luo's thin cheek.
, said distressedly: "It's really hard for you to eat wild fruits for so many days."
A Luo smiled and said, "It's okay, I like to eat wild fruits." As she said this, she took out a hard steamed bun from her arms and said, "Master, please eat this steamed bun quickly. It should satisfy your hunger.
"
Xianyue said in shock: "Where did you get the steamed buns?"
"Didn't the master reward me with a steamed bun before? I and Zhichun were afraid that the days ahead would be more difficult, so they were reluctant to eat it and hid it until now." As she said that, she stuffed the steamed bun into Xianyue's hand and said
: "Master, hurry up and eat."
Xianyue was moved and said: "You are obviously more hungry than me, but you still save the steamed buns for me. You are really stupid."
A Luo didn't speak, but urged Xianyue to eat quickly. The latter opened her mouth to eat, but suddenly stopped. A Luo swallowed hard and said: "Is it too hard? How about you try to warm it up?"
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Xianyue shook her head and said: "No, I just think of the Queen Mother. She, like me, also ate wild fruits today. I am afraid she is too hungry to sleep at this moment."
"There is nothing we can do about it. Fortunately, the mountain road is now open. It will only take a day or two to survive." Seeing Xianyue staring at the steamed buns in her hands, hesitating, A Luo seemed to understand something and said: "Master
, you probably want to give this steamed bun to the Queen Mother, right? This is the only one we have left. If you give it to the Queen Mother, what will you eat?"
"After all, I am still young, and eating a few more wild fruits won't hurt me. But the Queen Mother is different. She is already fifty. If she stays like this, it will easily hurt her body."