After finishing all this work, Qin Wuyan turned his head to look at Zhuang Xiaoyu, but saw that Zhuang Xiaoyu was in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Qin Wuyan's heart skipped a beat: "Xiao Yu, what's wrong with you?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu came back to her senses and shook her head: "It's okay."
Qin Wuyan sat down beside her, "What are you thinking?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her head slightly, squinting her eyes, "I knelt in front of the Buddha just now, and I repented for a long time, thinking that if I had determined to keep this child after I first knew that I was pregnant, would he not leave me? went......"
Qin Wuyan didn't know how to comfort her, "The child's fate is none of your business...don't think too much about it."
But he didn't dare to tell her the truth, and he didn't know what would happen to her. If he knew that the Liuying fruit was given to Min Huizhu by Zhuang Huaisen, he didn't know what she would think.
Zhuang Xiaoyu said quietly: "I was thinking just now, if I stayed here and chanted scriptures and prayed for him every day, I wonder if he will come to find me as his mother in the next life..."
Qin Wuyan: "..."
Qin Wuyan who was pouring tea was scalded with tea, "Xiao Yu, what do you want to do?"
The man didn't seem to notice the pain, but Zhuang Xiaoyu quickly wiped his hands with a handkerchief when he saw it. Looking at the blisters on the back of the man's hands, he quickly took the ointment and applied it to him.
Qin Wuyan didn't care about these things, grabbed Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand firmly, and asked persistently: "Xiaoyu, do you want... to accompany the ancient Buddha with the green lamp for the rest of your life, and leave me alone?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu smiled slightly, tied the handkerchief on Qin Wuyan's scalded hand, and stroked his cheek with his fingertips, "I want to see you ascend the throne with my own eyes and become the best high priest in Yuecheng ever."
Qin Wuyan finally felt relieved, but he also became alert: "Xiao Yu, I don't allow you to become a monk."
Zhuang Xiaoyu lowered her eyes: "I've been used to being waited on since I was a child. I can't survive such a poor life."
What's more, my father and brother have offended so many people, and so many enemies want to seek revenge from Zhuang's family. Which nunnery is willing to take her in? Why bother those people.
Now that she is a priest's wife, she cannot escape being assassinated, let alone a helpless little nun.
Qin Wuyan slowed down his tone: "If you want to chant scriptures and recite Buddhist scriptures, there are so many courtyards in the priest's mansion, and there are also Buddhist halls, I will arrange it for you..."
As long as she is willing to stay by his side, Zhuang Xiaoyu can do whatever she wants...
On the second day, the two finished their fast, bid farewell to the abbot, and went down the mountain to return to the priest's mansion.
Qin Wuyan ordered people to decorate the Buddhist hall, and sent a bunch of Buddhist scriptures to Zhuang Xiaoyu, busy with the affairs inside and outside the mansion.
Zhuang Xiaoyu locked herself in her bedroom and copied the scriptures all day long. She didn't wear a hairpin, and her black hair was rolled up. She tied up her long hair with a wooden hairpin made of peach wood, and changed her clothes into plain colors...
Even if she didn't go out, people came to her in an endless stream. As the priest's wife, the person who specially made formal clothes for her, the executive who taught her the etiquette on the day of enthronement, and some things that need to be paid attention to. .....
Zhuang Xiaoyu responded tirelessly to the requests of these people, with a gentle temper, but also showed aloofness and indifference, as if she was just trying to complete a solemn and solemn thing.
The day before the enthronement ceremony, Zhuang Xiaoyu went to Dr. Zhong's courtyard to look for the medicines that Dr. Zhong had left behind. The room was a little dark and dusty, and no one came to clean it up for a long time.
Ever since Zhuang Xiaoyu got the poison left by Dr. Zhong from the relic last time and almost poisoned Qin Wuyan to death, Zhuang Qingyun ordered people to lock this courtyard, and no one dared to come in at will.