The whole Wanxiang Mountain was quiet, not even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.
Outside Princess Jiamin's wing, the two nuns who were guarding her were dozing off. A gust of wind blew by and they stood up straight.
Seeing nothing happened, he bent over and took a nap again.
After the prince-in-law died, Jiamin couldn't sleep every night. Whenever he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with images of the prince-in-law when he was alive.
The Prince Consort is boring by nature and only knows how to read books every day.
I can read a book eight or nine times without wanting to do anything else.
But such a consort is the person Jiamin loves most in her life. She doesn't know why she likes him, and it's not for the life-saving grace.
The prince-in-law would accompany her on outings, she would admire the flowers and he would read books, she would drink tea and he would read books, and when she was reading, he would read the same book as her.
The more I think about it, the more painful it becomes.
The pain was so dull that she didn't know how to relieve it.
And their children——
Jiamin put her arms on the bed and tried to sit up. The dull pain seemed to spread all over her body, leaving her unable to even hold herself up.
When she was about to fall on the bed, a pair of hands helped her up and thoughtfully placed a pillow on her back.
"Still not asleep?"
"Aren't you asleep too?" Jiamin raised a weak smile on her lips.
"I brought you Qingtuan cake, which was your favorite when you were a child. I added some soothing herbs to it. You will sleep better after eating it."
The green dough cake wrapped in oil paper was still radiating heat, and the aroma of mugwort came from it.
Jiamin frowned and hurriedly lay beside the bed retching.
The visitor casually placed the green dough cake on the table and poured tea for Jiamin to take.
"Still feeling uncomfortable?"
Jiamin shook her head and took a sip of tea, "Qin Lang's family is in the north, and the food he eats is heavy in taste. I'm used to it as well. Now the smell of green dumpling cakes makes me a little nauseous. I don't like smelling Ai.
The smell of grass.”
The visitor held Jiamin's hand and paused, "The prince-in-law is entangled with other women. You are a princess, why do you do this for him?"
"He didn't, he never did." Jiamin said weakly.
"That Xu Niang..."
"I have known about Xu Niang's affairs for a long time, and I know more than the consort."
"But that Miss Yan not only entered the consort's room during the day, but also instigated the consort to question you."
Jiamin really didn't have the energy, but still said, "That Miss Yan has a good relationship with Shen Shizi. Even if she really wants to do something, Shen Shizi will follow her."
"Shen Shizi is working together with her, so why..."
"I'm not sure about the others, but as long as she has something to do with Prince Shen's Mansion, Shen Beizhu will not let her have anything to do with Qin Lang even to the death."
Others don't know it, but Jiamin knows the checks and balances between Prince Shen's Mansion and the royal family best.
Prince Shen's Mansion will not cause trouble to the royal family, and the royal family will also keep Prince Shen's Mansion.
"Jiamin..."
"Guiguang, I'm tired."
Gui Guang wanted to say something else, but looking at Jia Min's appearance, although he felt unwilling to do so, he said goodbye and left.
He just came to the yard through the back window. Guiguang looked at a wing at the end of the yard. He came outside the wing and looked through the back window.
The room was dark.
There were two voices in my mind, one of them said that the abbot was so respectful and respectful, the second daughter's identity is not simple, so don't act rashly.
One said, if the second daughter is not eliminated, there will definitely be more trouble.
"Who's talking in your head?"
A sound like a midnight piano sounded faintly from behind.
Gui Guang was startled and turned around quickly.
Yan Yan quietly appeared behind him, but he didn't notice it.
"It turns out to be the donor."
"This is the women's wing. I wonder why you are here, little master?" Yan Yan approached Gui Guang and stared into the depths of his eyes.
"Little monk..."
"Do you know what the inner demon is?"
Gui Guang paused for a moment and listened silently as he continued to speak.
"Life and death, yin and yang, good and evil, reward and punishment." Yan Yan looked at Gui Guang, "You are not a villain, but you have been corrupted by malice. In this Buddhist land of Wanxiang Mountain, why do you have inner demons?
?”
"The young monk doesn't know what the donor is talking about."
"you know."
As he spoke, Yan Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed Gui Guang's wrist, turned him away with his backhand, and pulled his collar open.
"donor!"
"Sure enough..." Yan Yan frowned and looked at the back of Gui Guang's neck.