Chapter 314: The Lady of the Marquisate vs. the Younger Prince 57
February 15th is the anniversary of the death of the eldest prince Jingbin.
The eldest prince died young, and Jing Yu had never seen his elder brother, but he would come to Fuguang Temple every year to perform a ritual for his elder brother.
The abbot of Fuguang Temple was familiar with Jingyu. His Buddhist name was Mingjing. He was a wonderful person who was both worldly and detached, and he got along quite well with Jingyu.
He clasped his hands together towards Jing Yu and chanted a Buddhist name, "Amitabha, Your Highness is the purest and most filial. The Empress's ever-bright lamp and the Grand Highness's afterlife lamp have been enshrined in the Fuguang Temple. The novice monks have already started chanting. Your Highness, would you like to go with me to take a look?"
Fuguang Temple occupies most of the hill and has a very large area. The front is open to ordinary pilgrims, while the back is reserved for dignitaries, and the incense money is naturally much higher.
Jing Yu signaled his personal guard to hand over the banknote. Ming Jing's eyes were glued to the banknote, but he still maintained the demeanor of a great monk and signaled the young monk next to him to take the banknote.
"Amitabha, Your Highness has great merits. I have calculated that Your Highness will be rich and powerful in the future, find a good partner, have a harmonious marriage, have sons and daughters, and complete merits!"
These words pleased Jing Yu very much. He raised his hand and gave Ming Jing a gold ingot, saying with a smile, "Thank you for your good words."
The eldest brother passed away early. The Queen Mother gave birth to him with great difficulty. He was born prematurely and was weak. The Queen Mother was extremely worried about him. When he was a child, he could only stay in Fengyi Palace, which was really boring.
Fortunately, my mother is a Buddhist, and most of the noble ladies in the capital are Buddhists, so we can go to the temple to hang out and get some fresh air.
The Queen Mother directly invited the abbot of Fuguang Temple to the palace and prayed to the gods for his good health. Coincidentally, after Master Mingjing came, his health really got better and better.
Master Mingjing is different from other dull monks. He is witty and greedy for money but does not seem greedy. Instead, he is particularly interesting. Every time Master Mingjing enters the palace, little Jingyu is particularly happy.
After growing up, Jing Yu became a close friend with Master Ming Jing, regardless of age difference. In this capital city, there were not many people with whom he could confide, so he had been donating incense money to Fuguang Temple, and he had no idea how much he had donated.
Jing Yu had just been led away by Master Mingjing when Ji Yunhuan arrived.
Ji Yunhuan was also an honored guest of Fuguang Temple. He offered eternal lamps for his parents in the temple all year round and naturally used the best incense oil, which was very valuable.
The person who entertained Ji Yunhuan was Master Mingjing's direct disciple, named Yuanhui, an honest man.
He clasped his hands together towards Ji Yunhuan and said with a smile, "Donor Ji, please follow me. Master is entertaining guests and may not be available today. If I have not been able to entertain you well, please forgive me."
Ji Yunhuan followed Yuan Hui into the familiar incense room and signaled Shiqin next to him to donate the incense money first.
Yuanhui was not as thick-skinned as Master Mingjing, and felt embarrassed to take the incense money for nothing, so he put his hands together and bowed to Ji Yunhuan, saying softly: "I have a few peace and blessing coins here, which were blessed by Master. If you don't mind, you can take them back and enjoy them."
Ji Yunhuan remembered that his mother believed in Buddhism, especially Master Mingjing, so he asked, "Do you have a talisman for giving birth to a child?"
Yuan Hui lowered his head in embarrassment and said honestly, "The fate of having children is determined by God. This... this... Master never gave it to me."
"It's okay. Master Yuanhui is also a great monk. It's the same if you ask for help. You just want peace of mind."
Ji Yunhuan gave some incense money and sent Yuanhui away.
My mother listens to my father in everything. She has been holding out until now and refusing to give in to the illegitimate son, which is already her limit. My father respects my mother, but my mother's health is impaired and it is difficult for her to give birth to a child. There is no other way except to adopt a child.
She originally wanted to find an opportunity to give her mother the fertility pill, but she found that the fertility pill could not be given away casually. She had to use one herself first, and after she became pregnant, she could give the other one to her mother.
But Jingyu has not reached the last step, so she will not get pregnant even if she takes the fertility pill, so she can only wait.
Today is the best time.
In the previous life, Wan Niang took action today. If nothing unexpected happens, Wan Niang will also take action in this life. She just needs to wait here.
Jing Yu is also in Fuguang Temple. She will definitely get pregnant with Jing Yu’s child today!
After Yuanhui left, Ji Yunhuan sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through a Buddhist scripture. She had been smart since childhood, but she really had no insights into Buddhism. She had studied with her mother for many years, but she had not been able to comprehend the subtleties of Buddhism.
Master Mingjing did not mind her dullness and her conversation was interesting. She was rich and powerful and often came to Fuguang Temple to disturb Master Mingjing. When she became a widow one day, Fuguang Temple would be a good place for her to stay temporarily.
The window of the incense room faced the elegant little courtyard. Ji Yunhuan saw from afar a novice monk carrying a tray approaching. She whispered a few words in Shiqin's ear and sent Shiqin out.
Shiqin was still a little worried, "Madam, can you do it alone? Isn't it too risky? Why don't I just call someone to hold him down to avoid any trouble."
Ji Yunhuan smiled slightly. What she wanted was some twists and turns. Otherwise, she couldn't suddenly drug Jing Yu. She had to have a cover-up.
"Go ahead. I know what's going on. Besides, Liang Yunye is still here. Nothing will happen."
Liang Yunye has now become Ji Yunhuan's exclusive coachman, but it is impossible for him to stay in the carriage obediently. He has probably traveled all over the Fuguang Temple, and now no one knows where he is hiding to guard her.
After Shiqin left, the novice monk soon came into the room.
The novice monk was wearing a grey monk's robe, was about thirty years old, and had a newly shaved head. He did not look peaceful like a novice monk, but rather a little gloomy.
He lowered his head and bent over, his posture of serving tea was very standard. After putting down the teacup, he clasped his hands together towards Ji Yunhuan somewhat awkwardly, his eyes rolling around, looking at Ji Yunhuan calmly.
"Amitabha! This tea is made from freshly fallen snow water. It is the sweetest. Drink it while it is hot. The fragrance will fade away if it cools down."
Ji Yunhuan picked up the teacup and pretended to take a sip. Her lips were stained with moisture. She nodded and smiled, "It is indeed good tea. Thank you, Master. This is just a small gift. I will regard it as a tribute to the Buddha."
Ji Yunhuan took out a silver note. The monk showed greed on his face and couldn't wait to take it.
When the novice monk saw Ji Yunhuan's beauty, he was already impatient and wanted to press her under him right now. However, the Hehuan Powder would take some time to take effect. Fortunately, he also prepared some aphrodisiac powder.
"The incense burner is almost burnt out. I will add some more for you."
The novice monk walked to the incense burner, opened the hollow lid, and poured all the incense powder into it.
The house was instantly filled with a sweet smell. No matter how pleasant a fragrance is, it will make people feel nauseous if it is too strong.
Ji Yunhuan sat by the window, secretly holding her breath. Soon, her little face turned red, and she looked very charming.
She wiped her forehead with a handkerchief and frowned, "Why is it suddenly getting hot? The incense burner is burning too strongly. Put it out."
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