Chapter 66 [66] "Brother, Your Highness, Brother..."
【66】/First release
Ever since Yun Ran became the mistress of Prince Jing's Mansion, the Palace has had a little more external interactions, but in the new year, the palace is still deserted. Only gifts are seen arriving, but no one is seen giving them.
Yun Ran also knew that the crux of the matter was that Sima Jing had a very bad reputation in the past six years.
It is not easy to change the bad reputation that has accumulated over time.
But she wasn't in a rush. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she would remain the Princess of Prince Jing for life. At worst, she could use six years to cleanse the bad reputation the Prince Jing's mansion had accumulated.
She just didn't believe that the noble families and common people in Chang'an were all fools who were blind and ignorant. Sincerity can move mountains and break stones. One day, when others mentioned Prince Jing's Mansion, they would no longer be horrified and avoid it. When they mentioned Sima Jing, they would no longer call him a demon from heaven or the King of Hell.
However, Sima Jing disagreed with her beautiful fantasy.
"It's good to be like this now. It's quiet and peaceful. I don't have to waste my time and energy on flirting with irrelevant people."
He propped his forehead with one hand and looked at Yun Ran: "If there really were a bunch of people coming to pay New Year's greetings, how could we have the peace and quiet we have now?"
Yun Ran, who was lying on the bed, breathing still unsteadily, said: "... first, take your hand off me."
Sima Jing: “…”
But he didn't move, only said: "You said your waist hurts."
Yun Ran: "Then you are rubbing my waist?"
How could she not know when her waist had grown to her chest?
Seeing that the young lady was about to get angry, Sima Jing had no choice but to let go of her soft and tender breasts and rub her waist.
But before he could touch her, his hand was pulled out from under the quilt.
Yun Ran's flushed face was still stern as she said to him in a serious tone, "This one time for today is over. No more touching."
Sima Jing: "Even hugging is not allowed?"
Yun Ran: “…No.”
She knew she had gained some weight during the Lunar New Year holiday, and she was soft and comfortable to hold, but he really liked holding her too much—
He used to be more restrained, but since they became a real couple, he would hold her in his arms at any time, kissing, touching, and kneading her.
Yun Ran felt that she was almost becoming his personal accessory.
Besides this, Yun Ran's biggest regret was his suggestion of "spring, summer, autumn, and winter." Now, Sima Jing was harping on this point, insisting on doing it every day. It was unclear whether he was self-taught or simply practice made perfect, but each time he continued for an inordinately long time.
Many times she thought it was finally over, but he kissed her mouth and bit her ear again: "It doesn't count if you don't cum."
It's total cheating.
But it did fit the definition of the union of yin and yang in the bedroom, and it was so logical and well-founded that Yun Ran had no way to refute it. She could only bite the corner of the quilt to urge him to hurry up.
The next day, Yun Ran woke up from her bed and looked at the bright sky outside the embroidered bed curtains. She felt that this really wasn't going to work.
So depraved!
From the fourth to the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, she basically didn't get out of bed for four consecutive days, let alone practice Tai Chi or attend morning and evening classes.
That's why she couldn't help but think, if Prince Jing's Mansion had normal social interactions like other mansions, with friends and relatives coming to pay New Year's greetings every day, perhaps Sima Jing wouldn't be so idle every day and would not use all his energy to torment her?
But she would not be so depraved. She would eat and sleep every day. The only activity she had was playing with the puppy and making love with Sima Jing, and she didn't know what the world was.
"Your Highness, this won't work."
After the "Spring Ploughing" on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year was over, Yun Ran looked at the young man beside him and said, "You are so young, you shouldn't indulge in women all day long. They say that the plan for the year begins in spring. Don't you have any plans?"
The man who had just finished a big meal heard this and his eyes moved slightly.
He lowered his head again, a hint of contentment and laziness between his handsome brows: "What do you think my plan is?"
Yun Ran was slightly startled: "You ask me about your plan?"
Sima Jing: "Yeah."
Yun Ran: "How should I know? I'm not a worm in your stomach."
Sima Jing: "Then why are you asking me this?"
Yun Ran choked, then turned his head away and muttered softly, "It's you who always knows how to catch me doing this..."
Sima Jing's eyes were dark as he leaned over and stared at her: "You don't like it?"
Yun Ran choked again, and his ears, which had just cooled down, became hot again.
“You shouldn’t dislike it.”
Sima Jing said: "These two times, you clearly bit so hard..."
Before he could finish his words, his mouth was covered by a small hand.
"Stop talking!"
Yun Ran had never thought that she would find Sima Jing talkative in her lifetime. She covered his mouth, her raven-black eyelashes trembling rapidly twice, and her voice gradually lowered: "Even if you like me, you can't be like this every day."
"Just like I like sweet and sour pork ribs, but if you let me eat it every day, I'll get tired of it."
"As the saying goes, if you are not greedy, your heart will naturally be broad, and if you are moderate and disciplined, you will go further. Whether it's sex or eating meat, moderation is the key to long-term success. Don't you get tired of doing this every day, Your Highness?"
Sima Jing: “…”
All in all, I've been eating it for less than ten days, how can it be every day?
Just do it every day...
He lowered his eyes and looked at the charming young lady lying in the quilt, his throat rolling slightly.
Once a day is already very restrained.
Yun Ran was speaking seriously, but suddenly she saw the man's gaze towards her become fiery again. She quickly wrapped herself in the quilt and said, "Stop looking at me like that. We're done for today!"
Sima Jing looked at her and said, "Then don't bother me again."
Yun Ran: “……?”
She was talking to him seriously, so how could she have provoked him?
It was clearly him who was too greedy, and he blamed her!
But thinking of tomorrow's plan, she didn't argue anymore and just discussed with him, "I have to get up early tomorrow and go out, so sex has to be at night. Your Highness, please don't touch me in the morning. If you really... really want to, you can go to the toilet yourself."
Sima Jing: “…”
Temporarily giving up the idea of correcting her for treating sex as a task, he looked at her and said, "Where are you going tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, the ninth day of the lunar month, is the birthday of the Jade Emperor. This is a great day for us Taoists. I plan to go to Xuandu Temple to participate in the Golden Sutra Ceremony and worship the Jade Emperor."
As Yun Ran was speaking, he suddenly thought of something and glanced at the person beside him: "If your highness is alright, would you like to go with us?"
When Sima Jing mentioned Xuandu Temple, he thought of the scene when he met Yun Ran in the bamboo forest before their marriage.
Of course, this also includes the man who appeared out of nowhere—
The member of the Cui family whose name I can no longer remember.
Although he had forgotten the man's name and appearance, Sima Jing remembered clearly that the man had asked his princess to fake her death and escape, and never marry him.
Although the princess did not agree, she smiled and thanked the man, and affectionately called him "Brother Cui".
elder brother.
She had never called him like that.
"Your Highness?"
Yun Ran saw Sima Jing's brows suddenly turn cold, and he couldn't help but wave his hand in front of him: "Give me a definite answer whether you are going or not."
Suddenly, his wrist was firmly grasped.
Yun Ran was startled: "Your Highness?"
The next moment, she felt a sudden chill on her body, the brocade quilt was lifted, and the man's hot and heavy body covered her again.
"Your Highness, what are you doing... Ugh!"
Her lips were blocked and the man kissed her very hard, as if he wanted to eat her lips and tongue into his stomach.
Yun Ran was drowsy from the sudden and passionate kiss. She didn't understand why he came so suddenly and so aggressively.
In between breaths, she tried to call the man's attention: "Today it has already... well... it has already happened... you broke the rules... you broke the rules..."
Sima Jing, however, thought of the unknown boy from the Cui family, and a nameless anger ignited in his heart.
That's nothing.
How dare he run up to his princess and speak so shamelessly.
The hateful little fool was so heartless that not only did he not see the man's covetous intentions, he also thanked him foolishly and called him brother.
"Yun Ran."
He lowered his head, grasped her waist with both hands, and held her in his arms: "Call me brother and let me hear it."
Yun Ran was already dizzy from the kiss, and when she heard these words suddenly, her wet eyes became even more confused: "What?"
Sima Jing pushed her in and whispered in her ear: "Call me brother."
Yun Ran struggled to grab his arm, biting her lip and whimpering, "W-why?"
"No reason, just calling."
"……don't want."
She was completely powerless, but still had a trace of rationality left: "You are not my brother."
Sima Jing held her waist, preventing her from escaping: "You can call others, but you can't call me?"
How could she call someone brother?
We were clearly talking about the Jade Emperor's birthday, so how did it get to the point of talking about my brother?
Yun Ran was confused, but he felt like he was about to break into pieces after being hit, so he had no choice but to compromise and shouted with sparkling eyes: "Brother, Your Highness, Brother..."
Although this name was strange, she called him brother as she wished, and the anger in her heart subsided a little.
But now that he had already eaten, he couldn't back out halfway.
The night is dark and the moon is dancing.
The whistling north wind that blew through the window frames from time to time slightly concealed the faint sobs in the night.
After all, he still had some pity for his young wife. Seeing that she was crying so hard at the end and had to go to the Dharma Assembly tomorrow, he called off the trip after half an hour and called for hot water.
Even so, when Yun Ran woke up the next day, his eyes were still as red as peaches, and his steps were even more unsteady.
Sima Jing knew he was in the wrong, so he used his cloak to surround the man and carried him all the way to the carriage.
When the carriage rumbled along Suzaku Street and he heard the noisy commotion outside, Yun Ran finally decided to stick his head out of his cloak.
But when her eyes met Sima Jing's cool and handsome face, she couldn't help but glare at him fiercely——
beast.
lecher.
Annoying guy.
Sima Jing accepted her resentment without changing his expression, and said, "You can curse it out loud, there's no need to curse it in your heart."
Yun Ran: “…”
I scolded him so many times last night, but he continued to bully me without any reaction, which shows how shameless he is.
Yun Ran was really depressed. How could such a nice person become so shameless in bed?
With this doubt in mind, half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the gate of Xuandu Temple.
After visiting again half a year later, Xuandu Temple is still as majestic and prosperous as ever.
Especially today is the New Year and the birthday of the Jade Emperor, so the temple is crowded with people and vehicles.
Yun Ran saw the huge crowd outside from the car window and couldn't help but glance at Sima Jing: "Your Highness, there are so many people, are you sure you want to come with us?"
Sima Jing looked at her: "You don't want me to come?"
"That's not what I meant. I'm worried that there are too many people and it's going to make you uncomfortable."
At this point, she looked angry and glanced at him: "Why do you think so badly of me? If I didn't want you to come, I would have left you before I left."
Sima Jing's eyes softened slightly when he heard this.
After a while, he held her hand and said, "Now that I'm here, I won't mind the crowds."
"Oh well."
Yun Ran nodded and looked him up and down again: "Do you have any scarves or hats?"
Sima Jing glanced at the veil beside her and asked, "Isn't this it?"
"This is mine."
Yun Ran frowned and said, "Well, why don't you wear mine."
Sima Jing refused: "How can a man wear a veil hat?"
Yun Ran: "Of course, ordinary men don't need to wear it, but you are so good-looking. When you squeeze into the crowd later, you will stand out from the crowd. Everyone in the temple will look at you."
As if thinking of the scene of being watched by others, Sima Jing's expression became three points more solemn and cold.
He just looked at the princess in front of him with her luxuriant hair, beautiful eyebrows and white teeth. He hesitated for a moment, then put the veil on her head and said, "Let them watch."
Yun Ran was surprised.
When Sima Jing led her out of the car, she couldn't help but hold his hand and whispered, "Your Highness, I find that you have really changed a lot."
Sima Jing: "Do you think it's good or bad?"
Yun Ran thought about it.
He no longer lived in seclusion, but spent all day in the deep willow hall surrounded by ancient trees.
He no longer looked lifeless, gloomy, ghostly and inhuman.
She was even willing to interact with her brothers, to accompany her to the market, to pay New Year's greetings, to participate in religious ceremonies...
The wooden clay sculpture sitting high in the shrine finally took on the air of life and the breath of living people.
"I think it's a good thing."
Yun Ran lifted a corner of the veil on her hat and winked at him slyly: "I like this kind of Your Highness."
Her smile was as bright as the scorching sun, and Sima Jing felt a surge of heat in his heart.
He pursed his lips and said, "Go in."
If the temple was packed with people outside, then inside it was even more crowded, with people thronging shoulder to shoulder. Inside, flags were hung high, the air thick with incense, and every level of the temple along the mountain was draped with colorful flags, fluttering in the wind in the winter New Year, creating a festive and grand atmosphere.
When Yun Ran and the others arrived, the Zhaitian ceremony had just begun.
Only the sounds of suona, pipe, flute and sheng were heard, and then a long path was made in the crowded crowd. A group of Taoist priests wearing yellow robes with cloud edges and blue scarves on their heads, holding splints in their hands, walked in a walking pace and slowly walked towards the Jade Emperor Pavilion, accompanied by the beats of sieve gongs, drums, hinged gongs, seven-star gongs, three-star gongs, dull gongs and explosive gongs.
The common people also followed the Taoist priests with incense, candles, flowers, tea and fruits in their hands, and climbed up the stairs slowly with pious faces.
When we arrived in front of the Jade Emperor Pavilion, we saw an altar and incense table already set up in front of the small square of the temple, on which were offered rich tributes and flowers and trees, and the finest agarwood was burning in the crane copper censers on both sides.
Yun Ran and Sima Jing squeezed in the crowd, looking at the rich offerings on the incense table and the luxurious incense, and couldn't help but smack their lips: "It's worthy of being a royal Taoist temple, they use only the best things."
Sima Jing had no interest in the ritual, but seeing that his princess was watching it with great interest, he would respond from time to time.
With colorful flags and lanterns leading the way, another team of Taoist priests in gorgeous attire, holding magical instruments, walked slowly towards us.
The altar is also surrounded by flags such as dragon flags, Sanqing flags, holy images, phoenix flags, flying tiger flags, etc., which are colorful and solemn.
Yun Ran also saw many familiar faces among the team of Taoist priests who were in charge of the main ceremony. One of them was the receptionist who was responsible for receiving her and her sisters-in-law when she came last time!
The receptionist in blue robes also saw her.
Although Yun Ran was wearing a veil hat, Sima Jing next to her was tall and slender, and had a graceful figure. Even if he was wearing an ordinary brocade robe, he would still stand out among the crowd.
Yun Ran lifted the veil of her hat and winked happily at the receptionist, mouthing a greeting: "Senior Brother Xuan Ling."
After being surprised, Taoist Xuanling nodded slightly in response.
Sima Jing saw this and asked, "Do you know each other?"
Yun Ran nodded. "The last time my sisters-in-law and I came to Xuandu Temple, it was Senior Brother Xuanling who received us. He's such a nice guy, kind to everyone, and deeply versed in Taoism. We really get along! If our time there wasn't so short and he had so many things to do, I really wanted to stay at the temple and spend a few more days with him."
The hand that was holding the thin shoulder couldn't help but tighten. Sima Jing looked at the fair profile hidden under the hazy veil, and his chest felt stuffy.
How come she gets along with everyone?
Yes, who can not like her personality?
Even if her husband today was someone else, they would probably still be deeply in love and inseparable.
Yun Ran didn't know what the man beside her was thinking, she only felt that he was hugging her very tightly——
Maybe it was because there were so many people around and they were afraid she would get lost.
She didn't think about it anymore, but just focused on watching the worship ceremony in front of her, and silently followed the group of elders in purple, red and blue robes to recite the "Jade Emperor Sutra" and worship the Jade Emperor.
The ceremony lasted for an hour before it ended.
The Taoist priests left one after another, and the common people flocked to the Jade Emperor Pavilion to burn incense and worship.
Although Yun Ran also wanted to go in and pay his respects, he didn't try to squeeze in when he saw the crowd was about to break the threshold. He just sighed to Sima Jing, "It seems that a small Taoist temple has its advantages. At least you don't have to squeeze with others to burn incense."
"I originally wanted to have a vegetarian meal here, but looking at the situation, I'm afraid it's overcrowded."
Yun Ran took Sima Jing's arm and said, "Your Highness also came to Xuandu Temple last time. Have you ever had the vegetarian food here?"
Sima Jing said, "No."
Yun Ran's face was filled with regret. "That's such a shame! Although I haven't eaten vegetarian food at many Taoist temples, the vegetarian food here is the best I've ever had! Especially the Tai Chi Tofu Soup and the Ruyi Vegetable Rolls. They are so fresh, fragrant and delicious, and the aftertaste is endless."
"No, next time when there are fewer people, you must come and try it."
Yun Ran didn't allow Sima Jing to miss out on any good things: "You'll regret it forever if you don't eat it!"
Sima Jing couldn't help but laugh when he heard this familiar rhetoric.
She said the same thing when we took a hot spring bath last year.
However, the hot springs are indeed very comfortable.
As for vegetarian meals...
He held her hand in return and said, "Okay, bring me here next time."
Yun Ran agreed immediately and was about to go to the bamboo forest with Sima Jing where they had first met when a clear voice called out from behind: "Miss Yun!"
Yun Ran paused and looked back, only to see Senior Brother Xuan Ling in a blue robe walking towards him.
"Brother, may you be blessed with infinite blessings."
"Blessings are endless."
The two of them saluted each other, and Yun Ran did not forget to introduce him to Senior Brother Xuan Ling: "This is my husband, His Royal Highness Prince Jing."
When Xuan Ling saw the man next to Yun Ran just now, he secretly wondered if this was King Jing.
Now that he had personally confirmed that the man before him, who looked extraordinary, was none other than the fearsome King Jing, he was still astonished. "I greet His Highness King Jing. May your Highness be blessed."
Sima Jing said calmly, "No need to be so polite."
"Brother Xuanling, the worship ceremony in your temple is truly grand. I am truly feasting my eyes today."
Yun Ran praised the ceremony generously, and at the end, he also praised Xuan Ling: "The robes you wear today are also very beautiful. Not only are the colors bright, but the embroidery is also so exquisite."
She was really envious.
In the past at Shuiyue Temple, only the master and the eldest sister had robes, and they were all passed down from the master's forefather.
The workmanship is quite exquisite, but the color is a little old due to being placed for many years. It can't compare with the bright and luxurious ones of the Taoist priests in Xuandu Temple.
As a child, Yun Ran particularly admired the sight of his master wearing robes and presiding over the altar. He also imagined that one day he would be able to wear those beautiful robes and become a powerful Taoist priest who presided over the overall situation like his master.
Although she now has many beautiful and luxurious dresses, the robes of a high-level Taoist priest are still her dream from her youth.
Xuan Ling scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly after hearing her praise. "Miss Yun, you are too kind. My robes are very ordinary. Master and his uncle's purple robes are much better looking."
Yun Ran deeply agreed with this.
However, not everyone can wear purple robes. Just like the official robes of court officials are divided into different grades, Taoist robes are also divided into different grades according to color.
"Young lady, would you like to have dinner in the dining hall today?"
Xuan Ling remembered that the last time the young lady from the Yun family praised the vegetarian food at their Taoist temple highly.
Yun Ran shook his head: "There are too many people here today, so I won't eat."
After a pause, she asked, "By the way, why didn't you see my uncle-master just now? On such a big day as God's birthday, why didn't he preside over the ceremony?"
Xuan Ling was stunned for a moment before realizing that the "uncle master" Yun Ran was referring to was the abbot Taoist Ziqing.
"The Imperial Master is here today, and the host is busy entertaining him."
"National Master?" Yun Ran was surprised.
"Yes, Imperial Master Pengqiuzi."
Xuan Ling looked at Yun Ran: "Young lady, don't you know?"
Yun Ran: “……!?”
No one told her about it.
Seeing her bewildered expression, Xuan Ling explained, "Master Pengqiuzi, according to seniority, we should address him as Uncle Shi. He originally hailed from the Taixu Monastery in Luoyang, but later cultivated diligently in Mount Zhongnan. About four or five years ago, he left the mountains and came to Chang'an. He was highly valued by His Majesty and was granted the title of Imperial Preceptor. Over the years, he has been responsible for presiding over various royal ceremonies and refining elixirs for His Majesty."
Yun Ran was even more shocked when he heard this: "Your Majesty, are you taking the elixir?"
Xuan Ling didn't say anything, but glanced at the man next to Yun Ran, wondering in his heart -
Isn't Prince Jing your Majesty's biological brother? He never mentioned these things to Miss Yun.
The couple held hands and didn't look unfamiliar with each other...
Yun Ran also followed Xuan Ling's gaze and looked at Sima Jing, his bright eyes also revealing surprise, "Why have I never heard you mention such a thing?"
Sima Jing: “…”
After a moment of silence, he looked at Xuan Ling and said, "This is none of your business. Please leave first."
Xuan Ling was startled, then nodded awkwardly: "Yes."
Just as I turned around, I suddenly heard Sima Jing say, "And—"
Xuan Ling: "Your Highness?"
Sima Jing looked at him and said, "The princess has been married to me. You should call her Princess Jing."
Although his tone was light, the deep chill in his dark eyes still made Xuan Ling's heart tremble.
"I know I was wrong, and I beg Your Highness to forgive me."
Seeing Xuan Ling bowing and apologizing, Yun Ran quickly raised his hand to stop him and tugged at Sima Jing's sleeve, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"
Sima Jing looked at her and said nothing.
His gaze turned again to the handsome young Taoist priest in blue before him: "For the princess' sake, I'll let it go this time. If it happens again, I will punish you severely."
Xuan Ling nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, thank you, Your Highness, and thank you...Princess."
Seeing Senior Brother Xuan Ling's fleeing figure, Yun Ran frowned. "It's just a name. Your Highness, why are you making such a fuss? Look how scared Senior Brother Xuan Ling is. How am I going to talk to him next time?"
"Then don't look for it."
Sima Jing said, "Besides, how can he be considered your senior brother? Why do you call him so affectionately?"
Yun Ran: "Ah?"
"No, everyone in my sect calls their senior brothers like this. How can it be affectionate?"
“…”
"How can Your Highness be so unreasonable?"
Yun Ran felt that Sima Jing was a little bit baffling. Senior Brother Xuan Ling hadn't provoked him, so why was he so hostile to him for no reason?
Moreover, she had just wanted Senior Brother Xuanling to lead the way and take her to pay New Year's greetings to her great-grandmaster.
Now, people are scared away by him.
Thinking of this, Yun Ran frowned, shook off Sima Jing's hand, and walked towards the Taiqing Palace on the first floor.
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