After so many times, Nian Shishao had become suspicious. Was her silly older sister playing a trick on her? She looked back and saw Qingyin staring at the pastries in front of her. Her suspicions were dispelled, and she stiffly placed the pastries directly in front of Qingyin.
"Eat if you want, it's not like I'm stopping you from eating." Nian Shishao put down the plate, turned her head away, closed her eyes, and stopped talking.
Looking at Nian Shishao, who was stubborn but soft-hearted, Qingyin smiled and began to enjoy the plate of milky red bean pastries. The crisp sound of swallowing rang out, while the corners of the mouth of the person who was pretending to be sleeping curled up and the face slowly turned red.
In order to foster a relationship between her eldest and youngest daughters, Madam Nian deliberately arranged for them to share a carriage. As a result, apart from the sound of Qingyin munching on snacks, there was nothing else in the carriage. In this comfortable environment, Nian Shishao actually fell asleep.
When Nian Shishao woke up, she felt a fluffy touch in her arms. Her expression froze, and she looked down. The girl who had been staring at her earlier was now lying quietly in her arms. Her little face, flushed with sleep, was glowing and incredibly beautiful. She couldn't help but gently pinch it. So soft and cute, she didn't seem like her older sister, but more like her younger sister.
Her thick, fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly, signifying that her owner was about to wake up. She hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Qingyin opened her eyes, looked at Nian Shishao whose ears were red and who seemed to still be asleep, raised her eyebrows slightly and sat up.
"Miss, we're almost at the temple," Songzhi reminded her, standing guard at the sedan chair door.
Nian Shishao also opened her eyes, and when she saw Qingyin, who had gotten off the car first and had a red mark on her face, a hint of guilt appeared in her eyes.
Madam Nian was already standing in an open space waiting for her two daughters. Watching her two daughters walk away one after the other, she smiled and nodded. Her eldest daughter and youngest daughter had never gotten along well, so it seemed that letting them ride in the same sedan chair really made a difference.
An eight- or nine-year-old bald monk walked over and, looking at the group of elegantly dressed ladies and young women of high status, he put on a serious expression with an air of maturity beyond his years and said, "Please come with me, ladies and young women. Today, Master Wuyuan is giving a sermon. If you are interested, you can go and take a look."
"Master Wuyuan?" Qingyin looked at the young monk curiously. This was the eminent monk from the north that Madam Nian had mentioned. Madam Nian said that this person was still very young. She wondered if he really had some skills. After all, there were people like her in the Quick Transmigration Bureau. This monk might really have some supernatural abilities.
When the young monk saw that the one who asked him was the most beautiful young lady, he answered somewhat haltingly with a "yes," and then said more and more fluently, "Master Wuyuan has come from the north to preach in the capital. He will probably stay in the temple for several more days. If you and your wife like to listen to the sutras, you can stay in the temple for a few more days."
Qingyin smiled and nodded. Madam Nian became interested and pointed the young monk directly to the hall where Master Wuyuan was giving his lecture.
In the side courtyard of the temple's main hall, the sounds of footsteps and voices echoed from across the room. A bald monk in an exquisite robe sat on a lotus cushion, his slightly blue pupils revealing a hint of impatience. A man dressed in black as a bodyguard appeared before him.
"Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince has received the news, but he still hasn't come. However, there is a faction that has some connection with Prince Yong. Nian Gengyao of the Nian family is secretly supporting Prince Yong, and Madam Nian has come with her two daughters."
With a nod from the monk, the room returned to silence.
When Qingyin arrived, the main hall was already full of people except for the platform where sutras were being preached. Standing in the middle was a monk dressed in an exquisite robe. The handsome monk was sitting on the platform, preaching sutras with his hands clasped. His round and smooth head did not detract from his good looks at all, but rather made him look even more sacred.
It's clear that the people around him were drawn not only to the monk's profound spiritual attainments, but also to his good looks.
Standing behind Madam Nian, looking up at Qingyin, she sighed inwardly. The monk above seemed to sense something and looked over. His deep eyes met Qingyin's for a moment before quickly moving away. Qingyin didn't think much of it. Instead, she guessed from the slight blue in the monk's eyes that Master Wuyuan must have some blood from other races.
The monk, Wuyuan, was utterly shocked. He gazed at the little girl from afar, who looked exactly like the girl he had described as his beloved in his childhood, and his heart trembled.
The elegant young master from Wuyuan was bathed in sunlight, his handsome face dazzling under the light. He sat solemnly and spoke in a simple and profound way about the common knowledge of the world. His voice was loud and gentle, and no one could tell that he was glancing at the pretty young girl below.
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