"Is that Miaofeng Mountain?" Zhong Mingwei ignored Kong Wenmin, got off the carriage, looked at the towering mountains in front of him on the left from a distance, and asked with squinted eyes.
"Yes, it is Miaofeng Mountain." Kong Wenmin was stunned, then answered quickly.
"I heard that there is a temple of the goddess on Miaofeng Mountain, which is very effective." Zhong Mingwei said again.
"Yes, everyone in the capital says that Miaofeng Mountain is a sacred mountain, and the Goddess of Childbirth in the Goddess Temple is the most effective. Therefore, couples in the capital, whether they want to have children or want women to give birth safely, will go to the Goddess Temple to burn incense and pray. Even many outsiders come here every year to burn incense and pray," Kong Wenmin finally understood what Zhong Mingwei meant, and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you want to go to the Goddess Temple to burn incense and pray?"
"Why not?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile as he looked at his frown.
"In theory, my wife is pregnant now and will soon give birth. It is only right for me to go to the temple to burn incense and pray for her, but..." Kong Wenmin looked embarrassed and hesitant, "It's probably too late to cleanse the mountain now. There are so many good and bad people on the mountain. How can your Majesty, with your whole body,..."
"What kind of body am I?" Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and smiled. Looking at the faint morning light in the sky, he said slowly, "I am just an ordinary man who wants to ask the Goddess of Childbirth for a blessing and peace of mind."
"So what you mean is... go incognito?" Kong Wenmin knew that he couldn't stop Zhong Mingwei, so he asked immediately.
"Well, there's no need for so many people to follow you. Just follow me up the mountain." Zhong Mingwei nodded, turned around and got back on the carriage, calling the chief eunuch to get casual clothes for changing.
"Yes, I obey your command." Although he agreed verbally, how could Kong Wenmin really dare not let someone follow him? He immediately ordered the secret guards to be careful and cautious in protecting the emperor.
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Miaofeng Mountain.
Zhong Mingwei and Kong Wenmin, who had changed into casual clothes, rode a horse each and walked to the foot of Miaofeng Mountain. They tied up the horses. It was already bright in the sky. There were many people going up the mountain to worship. In addition, today was a good day, so there were more people than usual. Zhong Mingwei and Kong Wenmin followed the crowd and walked forward. There were two ways to go up the mountain. One was a staircase, which was neatly built and relatively close to the top of the mountain. The other was a narrow mountain road, which was a bit rugged and relatively far. It was used by devout believers to kneel down and worship all the way up the mountain. It was just that it rained last night, and the mountain road was a little muddy at this time. Looking around, no one was willing to kneel down and worship from that small path. Kong Wenmin naturally followed the crowd to the staircase path, but saw Zhong Mingwei actually walking towards the mountain road with few people. He hurriedly pushed through the crowd and hurried to catch up.
"Sir, you are in poor health and have a leg disease, you cannot..." Before Kong Wenmin finished speaking, he saw Zhong Mingwei had already lifted up the hem of his robe and knelt on the muddy path. Kong Wenmin stared at Zhong Mingwei, put his hands together and prayed, then kowtowed respectfully, then stood up, took a step forward, and then lifted up the hem of his robe and knelt down again...
Kong Wenmin didn't say anything else. He knelt silently behind Zhong Mingwei and knelt with him devoutly all the way up the mountain.
In the early morning sunshine, Zhong Mingwei knelt all the way up. His lungs were filled with the smell of soil and grass. It was a familiar smell, and it was also a smell that made him feel peaceful and warm. During the years in Ningguta, this smell had always been with him, accompanying him through the days of hardship and suffering, and accompanying him to harvest the happiness of tranquility and peace. He was very attached to this smell, so even though Mei Ya later begged him to open three acres of land in the Imperial Garden, he ran to that place more frequently than Mei Ya. He liked to sit in that square field, either weeding or watering, or simply daydreaming. No matter how heavy the government affairs were, the seedlings and yellow soil in the field could always give him strength.
When they reached halfway up the mountain, Zhong Mingwei felt a little tired. He stopped and sat there, wiping the sweat off his face and breathing slightly.
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