Chapter 23: Smuggling Contraband

When the time came, the hall door opened gently, and Master Huaisu, dressed in a plain white cassock, stepped into the hall.

As he walked, his clothes fluttered, as if he was a banished immortal.

There are many girls in the capital who admire him, including Song Yujin.

Qu Ling went to see Song Yujin.

The second young lady of the Song family clutched the handkerchief tightly, her eyes glued to Master Huaisu like a thorn in her flesh.

The obsessed and greedy look made Qu Ling's fingertips feel slightly cold.

In her previous life, there was a girl named Zhang who had just discussed Zen with Master Huaisu at a Dharma meeting. Within three days, she was walking on the street and someone splashed boiling water on her face, disfiguring her.

Later, her hair was shaved and she was sent to a nunnery.

Song Yujin laughed heartily at a banquet. "She likes discussing Zen with others, doesn't she? She can serve the Buddha for the rest of her life."

Everyone knows that it was Song Yujin who did it.

But who dares to say?

And myself...

Qu Ling touched her wrist. When someone mentioned Master Huaisu, she responded with a few words, and Song Yujin remembered it and always made things difficult for her.

The most outrageous time was when he almost pierced her hand.

“Bang—”

The jade chime moved, and the clear and melodious sound spread out.

The beads on Master Huaisu's wrist dropped, and the sound was like a clear mountain spring.

Song Yujin gently stroked the edge of the teacup with her fingertips, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

"oops--"

She screamed.

It turned out that the teacup fell to the ground, spilling the tea all over the floor and interrupting the lecture.

Her maid immediately knelt on the ground and said in panic, "Please forgive me, young lady, I was not steady."

Song Yujin curled the corners of her lips slightly and shook her head gently, "It's okay, it's just a small matter."

She stood up slowly, her dress rippled like water, highlighting her slender waist.

She reached out to help the maid, and the jade bracelet on her wrist slipped off, revealing a piece of her snow-white wrist.

"Get up quickly, don't kneel anymore." Her tone was gentle, her eyebrows were drooping, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, making her look particularly charming.

When she stood up, she raised her eyes as if unintentionally, looking in the direction of Master Huaisu with a perfect shy smile on her lips.

She looks gentle and virtuous.

The eldest princess was a little unhappy, but she didn't argue with her.

"Aunt, I saw that she pinched the maid's arm, and the teacup fell over."

Qu Ling's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Is that really the case?" The princess's eyes grew sharp as she ordered the female official beside her, "Go and take a look."

Song Yujin's face turned pale in an instant.

The female official stepped forward, pulled open the maid's sleeve, and revealed a purple bruise.

"Drag her out for me," the princess said, her eyes filled with impatience, "and never set foot in Guoqing Temple again."

There was only one man in the hall, so it was self-evident what Song Yujin's purpose was.

Old Madam Song and Mrs. Liu's faces were burning with anger.

"Please forgive me, Princess." No matter how angry Liu was, she couldn't just watch her daughter being thrown out of Guoqing Temple like that.

There are so many ladies and girls in the capital.

Another purpose of the sutra listening conference is to see each other.

Although few people present could marry a girl from the Song family, losing face was another matter.

"Considering that she is still young and this is her first offense, let her go this time."

The eldest princess frowned and didn't give in.

"When we return to the Song family, please send someone to punish us."

It’s better to get beaten at home than to embarrass yourself outside.

The eldest princess then waved her hand and gave up.

Tears welled up in Song Yujin's eyes and her face felt hot.

She also had to thank the eldest princess.

Then he looked at Qu Ling, wishing he could dig a hole in him.

The lecture continued, and a young monk came with fragrant oil to add more fuel to the lamps.

Qu Lianxue's heart was in her throat.

She stared intently at the little monk's movements until the scriptures enshrined in front of the Buddha statue were knocked over, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Trouble comes one after another.

The young monk hurriedly tried to pick up the scriptures, and several ladies who were nearby in the hall also reached out to help.

A lady in a crimson jacket bent down to pick it up, but saw a piece of thin paper floating out from the scroll.

She picked it up casually, glanced at it casually, and suddenly her eyes widened, "This..."

“This is not a copied Buddhist scripture.”

The handwriting on the paper was beautiful, but it contained explicit poetry.

The lady's hand trembled and the paper fell to the ground.

The ladies around came over to take a look, and immediately gasped. They covered their mouths with their handkerchiefs, but their eyes kept glancing at Song Yujin.

Liu was originally sitting upright when she suddenly felt a bad premonition.

She rushed over in two steps and snatched the paper. After reading the contents, she was furious.

But she was very familiar with the handwriting, it was Song Yujin's.

Song Yujing knew something bad was going to happen from the looks in everyone's eyes.

Last night, when she was tossing and turning in bed, she secretly wrote a poem to Master Huaisu.

But when she came to the temple, she had already put the poem into her purse and placed it in the master's meditation room. How could it be here?

Qu Lianxue stood on the outskirts of the crowd, sweat breaking out on his forehead from anxiety.

She had clearly personally inserted the poem imitating Qu Ling's handwriting into the scriptures, so how could it become Song Yujin's?

She subconsciously looked at Qu Ling, but saw Qu Ling standing beside the eldest princess with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and Qu Lianxue was struck by lightning.

Qu Ling already knew what she was going to do!

"Mom, this isn't my writing. Someone copied my handwriting. How could I possibly..."

Song Yujin wanted to explain in a panic, but saw Master Huaisu walking towards her slowly.

Her words were stuck in her throat, and only the ethereal figure remained in her eyes.

Master Huaisu took a look and shook his head gently, "Amitabha."

This Buddhist chant was like a heavy hammer hitting Song Yujin's heart.

The eldest princess sneered, "The good daughters of the Song family are really eye-opening. The second daughter is like this, will the eldest daughter be the same?"

Liu had chest pain.

Not only did Song Yujin seek death, but she also let the eldest princess ridicule Song Yuzhen with her words.

"Of course my Song family's daughters are good," Old Madam Song tried to smooth things over in a hurry, "otherwise, how could we have two queens in one family?"

She cursed Song Yujin in her heart, but she couldn't just ignore it.

My daughter-in-law is a person who can't stand the hardship. Her old bones can't rest for a day.

"It's too hasty to just write down a random name and pin it on her."

Old Madam Song calmly took the paper from Master Huaisu and handed it to the burning candle.

"Buddhism is a pure place. My Song family will not pursue this evil person with evil intentions any further."

In just a few words, she described Song Yujin as the victim.

Old Madam Song looked solemnly at the distraught Song Yujin, secretly cursing her as a useless thing.

"In front of the Buddhas in the hall, you must swear immediately that you have no intention of blaspheming the master and have never written such obscene lyrics."

Song Yujin's heart was beating wildly.

She knew that he was trying to save her, so she didn't feel any romantic feelings at all and swore an oath quickly.

The princess lost interest in listening to the sutras. "This Guoqing Temple is overrated."

Master Huaisu hurriedly said, "I am sorry for disturbing the princess's leisure. From today on, I will no longer preach the sutras."

"Okay." said the eldest princess.

Everyone looked at Song Yujin with unfriendly eyes.

It was she who caused the trouble and caused the master to stop preaching.

After seeing off the eldest princess, the crowd prepared to disperse.

Qu Ling walked over to Qu Lianxue and quietly hung a purse on her body. Then he said, "Sister, is this purse new? It's so exquisite."

Qu Lianxue looked down, his eyes filled with horror.

The purse wasn't hers at all.