Chapter 127 The Unloved Princess 2
The not-so-thick scripture fell from his hand and hit the couch with a bang.
Coming back to her senses, Nan Qiao frowned slightly, picked up the scripture again with her bare hands, and turned to the page she had been reading.
The obscure scriptures came into view again. The words that were relatively familiar to her seemed like a heavenly book and she couldn't understand them no matter how hard she tried.
After a while, she sighed, closed the scripture and placed it casually on the couch.
Jintang was still excited at this time. Seeing that his own prince did not say anything, he immediately stepped forward and repeated excitedly: "Your Highness, someone has come from the palace. I heard that it is someone who serves His Majesty. They asked Your Highness to leave the temple to receive the emperor's order."
"I heard from them that it was an imperial decree for His Highness to return to the palace. His Highness can go home now!"
go home?
After thirteen years away from the imperial palace, could it really still be her home?
Nan Qiao, having regained her composure, smiled, her features reflected in the light and shadows, appearing remarkably calm...
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The drizzle was still falling. Nan Qiao, wearing a veil, took a last look at the Hanyun Temple where she had stayed for thirteen years and the monks who had respectfully seen her off. After the maid in green lifted the curtain, she turned and entered the carriage.
It was almost evening, and the drizzle was followed by a gentle breeze. The monks were drenched in the rain, looking at the carriage that was gradually moving away, their faces all looking a little gloomy.
However, the fifteen-year-old novice monk watched the carriage gradually go away, gritted his teeth, his eyes red, and said angrily:
"It's still raining and dark. Why does Your Highness have to travel in the rain? What if something happens? Those palace servants are really..."
Seeing the young monk's outrageous words, the white-bearded abbot calmly rebuked him, "Amitabha, Huiqing, don't speak nonsense!"
The palace attendant who announced the decree represented the will of His Majesty.
You can go back to the palace immediately.
No one else is allowed to interfere with the emperor's will.
The scolded young monk paused, looked at the host with red eyes, and shut up angrily.
After scolding the young monk, the abbot Pingbo Wujing's gaze once again fell on the carriage that was almost invisible. His eyes flickered and he recited "Amitabha" again.
The memory of the young man who went to Beijing to take the imperial examination and stayed at Hanyun Temple eight years ago came to mind...
In a moment, the carriage in front completely disappeared. The abbot turned around and looked at the monks who all looked lonely, and sighed...
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In the carriage, a young maid in green was clumsily packing the things she had brought with her, a look of dissatisfaction on her pretty face.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I still haven't brought a lot of things with me!"
Although the temple is austere, I have lived here for over a decade, and there are many things I miss. The monks in the temple have taken good care of you, so it's time to say goodbye properly.
Urged by the palace servants, Jintang had no choice but to take some of the prince's frequently used things. Now they were piled up in a bundle, and when the bundle was opened, they instantly scattered into the carriage.
Nan Qiao didn't say anything, but carefully picked up the things scattered in the carriage and put them into his bag one by one.
She and Jintang stayed in Hanyun Temple for more than ten years, relying on each other. Even though there were many monks in the temple to take care of her, she had to do most things by herself because of the differences between men and women.
Just as she was about to pick up a plain dress, her hand was suddenly grabbed by Jintang beside her. Jintang said in surprise, "Your Highness, just leave it there and let me clean it up."
The maidservant in green, with a look of pity on her face, gently pulled the dress out of her jade hands, folded it skillfully and put it into her bag. She then quickly packed up the various items scattered on the carriage and created a space suitable for rest.
Even though she was displeased by the palace servant who announced the decree, there was still a look of excitement on her face. Perhaps at this moment, the heart of the little maid in green was filled with joy that her most precious princess was returning to the palace to enjoy happiness.
After all, in her heart, her Royal Highness the Princess was a respected person and deserved to enjoy the best things in the world...
The palace attendant who seemed respectful but actually didn't care, the one who hurried on despite the rain, and this... simple carriage without any decoration... all passed through Nan Qiao's mind.
Her eyes were indifferent, but she did not interrupt the joy in the heart of the little maid who depended on her for everything. She just opened the carriage window a little, and a few wisps of cool wind blew into the carriage, blowing away some of the boredom.
A clear gaze passed through the car window, falling on the drizzling rain outside. The mist and rain made it difficult to see the road ahead...
That's all.
Let's take it one step at a time.
Suppressing her inner hesitation, Nan Qiao's slightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, she leaned back toward the back of the carriage, and then closed her eyes.
Noticing that his prince had closed his eyes to rest, Jintang, who was still packing things, paused, carefully placed the packed bundle in a corner of the carriage, picked up a fan and started fanning himself.
Noticing the sweat on his prince's forehead, Jintang pursed his lips and complained in his heart.
Why is there no ice in this carriage?
She's said to be a palace maid, but she really doesn't know how to serve people...
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The current emperor's birthday falls at the end of June. Also known as the Wanshou Festival, it is a grand occasion celebrated throughout the Great Zhou. In addition to the gifts presented by the princes and ministers, the vassal states of the Great Zhou will also prepare generous gifts to celebrate.
Three days before the Wanshou Festival, envoys from various vassal states had arrived in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty one after another.
Most of the people in the imperial capital had lived in the Great Zhou all their lives and had rarely seen people from other races. When they saw the team of envoys from vassal states whose clothes and faces were very different from their own, they were all curious and swarmed the streets to watch the excitement.
At this time, both sides of the main street in the imperial capital were filled with onlookers, their faces red and their necks stretched to watch the excitement.
"Oh my! How immoral! Why are these men not wearing any clothes?"
"Don't look at it, don't look at it, it really hurts your eyes..."
"Look, the woman in the sedan chair has her waist exposed..."
"This horse is really good, fat and strong, it's obviously a good horse!"
"That's right. I heard that this is also a fine horse presented as tribute to our Great Zhou. If it's not good, how can we show it off..."
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The people of the Great Zhou who were watching were surprised. The old and old scholar glared angrily and covered his face, not daring to look closely; the unmarried women blushed... loud screams and exclamations came one after another.
At this time, in the largest and best private room of Linxuan Tower in the imperial capital, Lin Qinghuai picked up the teacup and took a sip. Coincidentally, there was another burst of exclamations from below. Finally, he became interested and took a look at the team of ministers and envoys from the main road.
The Princess of Loulan, with her face covered with red gauze and dressed in light clothes, sat upright in a sedan chair covered with gauze on all sides. She had a charming face and seductive eyes, and she was truly enchanting and charming.
This is also the reason why the common people below are amazed.
Just then, Princess Loulan turned around and looked back, her eyes met Lin Qinghuai's. The radiant Princess Loulan was stunned for a moment, and then a smile slowly appeared on her red lips.
Obviously, even though they only met once, the beautiful Princess Loulan recognized the famous Prime Minister Lin of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Lin Qinghuai's gaze did not linger on him, but quickly passed over him and looked towards the team of envoys behind him.
After taking a quick look at the several envoy teams below, Lin Qinghuai had an idea in his mind. He turned the teacup and was about to look away, but his expression froze when he passed by a certain place.
The window of the ordinary carriage had been half opened, and a woman with a green veil appeared from the window.
The woman was obviously attracted by the continuous group of messengers not far away, and her clear eyes looked forward.
Even after studying hard under the lamp for several years, Lin Qinghuai's eyesight is still very good.
So even though he wasn't very close to the carriage, Lin Qinghuai could still clearly see the woman's long, slightly curled eyelashes, and the curiosity in her misty eyes...
The throbbing that I had never experienced before slowly climbed out from the bottom of my heart like a branch, and quickly occupied my entire heart like a spider web.
Prime Minister Lin, who was usually calm and composed, was slightly startled with an unusual expression. His hand that was turning the teacup clenched in vain, and he just stared blankly.
It was not until the woman in the carriage lost interest and closed the window, and until the ordinary carriage quickly disappeared from sight, that Prime Minister Lin slowly came to his senses.
The calm expression was completely broken, Lin Qinghuai's eyes darkened, the celadon teacup in his hand broke, and his slender fingers were pierced by the broken glass and bled.
He ignored the servant who hurried forward to bandage his wound. For the first time, Prime Minister Lin, who always had a faint smile on his face, lost his smile.
As a powerful official, Lin Qinghuai has no father, no mother, no brothers or sisters, and has never had any weaknesses.
However, that fleeting glimpse just now seemed to have captured his entire heart...
No, this really shouldn't happen.
How could he, a powerful official who is unscrupulous, selfish and obsessed with power, really like a woman?
The man's lips curled into a smile that made one feel ironic. Perhaps it was the strong wind today that blinded him.
Even if he gets married in the future, it will definitely be for his future and career, how could it be for so-called love?
Suppressing the desire to send someone to investigate the woman thoroughly, Lin Qinghuai closed his eyes expressionlessly, thinking constantly about the matters that the envoy would have to deal with after entering the capital, as if trying to drive out the pair of eyes that caused his throbbing from his mind.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on his face again. Lin Qinghuai once again set his gaze on the street where the carriage had just stopped.
At this time, the ordinary carriage was no longer on the street, and the woman who lifted the curtain to take a closer look was like a gust of breeze, appearing for a moment and then disappearing again.
The carriage was ordinary, and the plain dress she wore was also ordinary. I guess her family environment was not very good...
The silk fabric that the palace gifted a few days ago is said to be a precious gift from a foreign tribe. It is extremely soft and translucent, and very breathable in summer. If I could use this fabric to make some clothes for her...
The fingertip that was being bandaged by the servant felt a pain, and Lin Qinghuai came back to his senses in vain. He quickly looked away, and the smile on his face that he had maintained with great difficulty disappeared again.
Lin Qinghuai's usually well-organized brain was in a mess. He looked at the wound on his hand, did not continue smiling, but walked out of the box with an expressionless face.
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