Chapter 79 [79] Is it really necessary to miss him so much? [First update]...
【79】/First release
This afternoon, Taoist Master Jingyue enthusiastically took Sima Jing on a tour of Shuiyue Temple.
Arriving at the fortune-telling stall in front of the God of Wealth Temple, Taoist Master Jingyue explained, "This stall used to be run by my fourth disciple, but Ranran enjoyed fortune-telling and reading faces, and would come over whenever she had a free moment. However, she was young and had a youthful appearance, so pilgrims refused to have her read, dismissing her lack of experience and inaccurate predictions. This infuriated her. The next day, she smeared so much soot on her face, trying to appear mature. Still, no one came to her for readings. Furious, she yelled, 'Who can't grow up? Just wait and see!' and then went off to chop wood to vent her anger."
As they reached the backyard sleeping quarters, Taoist Master Jingyue said, "Your Highness, don't underestimate her carefree nature. She's actually quite sharp when she's down to her own business. When I first found her, she was so sick, like a kitten, her eyes barely open. We finally managed to revive her, but she's still frail, especially in the winter. But our temple is short of money, and we can't afford charcoal, so on winter nights, her sisters take turns holding her to sleep."
Taoist Priest Jingyue pointed to the large bunk bed in the room and said, "Until she was eight years old, she slept with her fellow apprentice sisters. Until one year, she brought back a little yellow dog from the foot of the mountain and begged me to keep it..."
I thought of my little disciple with two pigtails, holding a little yellow dog, standing in the corridor, crying aggrievedly: "Master, I beg you, please leave the dog with me. It's enough for me to share a bowl of rice with the dog!"
That pitiful look is really irresistible.
"As soon as I agreed, her face was still covered with snot and tears, and she was grinning like a fool while holding the puppy. But the puppy kept barking at night, and her sisters couldn't sleep, so they cleaned up the storage room, made a bed for her and let her live with the puppy."
As they were talking, Taoist Jingyue brought Sima Jing to the room at the edge of the back house.
The Taoist temple has now expanded into several courtyards, but Taoist Jingyue still kept the small house where Yun Ran once lived. He usually locks it to prevent outsiders from entering and cleans it once a month.
At this moment Sima Jing came, Taoist Jingyue opened the lock and asked him to take a look.
There is no need to go into the house at all. It is too small and you can see everything from the door.
A small wooden bed, a patched green gauze curtain, and a small wooden table by the window, covered with yellowed old books and a pile of scrap paper covered in scribbled characters. Hanging on the mottled, faded wall was a crude painting of a small yellow dog running through the grass. Below, a line of small words and a black dog paw read: "May my beloved dog live a hundred years and live long."
Sima Jing glanced at the painting and then at the short wooden bed.
The bed looked really fragile, narrow and small. It was okay for her to sleep on, but if it were him, he would probably collapse the bed.
After visiting Yun Ran's former dormitory, Taoist Jingyue took him to see the land Yun Ran had cultivated, the wine she had brewed, the grape racks she had built... and the small tombstone she had erected for the little yellow dog in the back mountain.
"Whenever she's worried, she'll come here and just stare blankly. She's actually quite lonely. My disciples are all much older than she is, and we live in the mountains, so she can't usually find any other kids her age to play with. So whenever there are pilgrims in the temple, she loves to come up and chat with them. She's pretty, with a sweet mouth, and the pilgrims love to chat with her..."
At this point, Taoist Master Jingyue shook his head fondly and sighed, "Your Highness, you don't know. This child was really talkative when she was young, and she was also extremely curious. She would ask anyone she caught asking questions. Later, my disciples would hide whenever they saw her, for fear of being pestered by this little shrew... But practicing in the temple is indeed austere and boring. Chang'an is prosperous and bustling. I think her talkativeness should be better now."
Sima Jing: “…”
No.
Fortunately, there are other things to do at night, and it is easy to shut her up.
Seeing that King Jing was silent, Taoist Jingyue guessed that his little disciple's talkativeness was probably still there.
"Actually, that child is talkative because she had few friends when she was young. Your Highness, please don't think she's nagging. Just be patient and reason with her."
Taoist Master Jingyue tried to make amends for his young disciple: "Don't look at her young age, she is very sensible."
Sima Jing hummed: "I know."
He had experienced his princess's ability to reason many times.
But more often than not, he didn't want to reason with her.
A thousand truths are not as good as a word of love.
As long as she says "I like Your Highness", no matter what the reason is, she is right.
It was a warm spring day in March, and Sima Jing walked and stopped from the front gate to the back mountain for half an afternoon. He also drank a cup of tea with Taoist Master Jingyue in the quiet room. Then he left the gifts and letters brought by Yun Ran, plus the generous gifts he bought, and got up to say goodbye.
Taoist Priest Jingyue looked at the two boxes full of gifts and said with great trepidation: "We have already received too much favor from her."
Sima Jing said, "This is the Taoist's reward for his kindness."
Before this, Sima Jing had never thought that one day he would say the words "good will be rewarded and evil will be punished."
But ever since Yun Ran came to his side, one fact after another proved that this world might not be so bad after all——
In the darkness and ugliness, sincerity, kindness and beauty still exist.
It's not all hopeless.
"Then please wait a moment, Your Highness."
Taoist Priest Jingyue bowed and returned to the inner room. After a while, he brought out a brand new wooden box and said, "Your Highness, please take this to Yunran."
Sima Jing took it and looked down.
Taoist Jingyue said, "Your Highness, you can open it and take a look."
Sima Jing opened it and found a string of lightning-struck wood inside.
"This is a new string of lightning-struck wood that I have acquired. Since Ranran gave hers to Your Highness, I will give her another string as a wedding gift."
Taoist Priest Jingyue said, "May Your Highness and her live in harmony and live happily ever after, free from illness and disaster."
Sima Jing accepted the wooden box and raised his sleeve to Taoist Jingyue, saying, "Thank you very much."
"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."
Taoist Priest Jingyue quickly took two steps back and returned the greeting: "As long as Your Highness can treat Ranran well, I will be at ease."
"must."
Sima Jing stood up and said, "I'm busy with official business this time. If I have time someday, I will come visit you again with you."
Taoist Jingyue's eyes reddened upon hearing this, and he nodded, "Okay, I'll be waiting for that day."
Even though the distance is great, the status is different, and the hope is slim.
But she also looked forward to it.
Before the sun set, Sima Jing and his group descended the mountain.
Taoist Priest Jingyue personally escorted the people to the gate of the Taoist temple and watched the group of gentlemen in brocade robes riding away on tall horses.
Just like last summer, she stood here and watched the carriage with brocade curtains and embroidered curtains take away the little disciple she had raised with her own hands.
It gradually walked farther and farther away, and finally disappeared among the lush green mountains and forests.
"Master, where did that person come from?"
The fourth disciple stepped forward to support him and asked cautiously, "Especially the young man in the black robe at the head. His appearance and bearing are like those of a god. He looks even more imposing than the governor."
Taoist Jingyue chuckled and said, "That is your junior sister's husband."
Junior sister’s husband?
Could it be...
“!!!”
The fourth disciple was dumbfounded. That person was actually the prince husband of the junior sister?!
That night, when the three senior sisters had all arrived, the fourth sister immediately told them the news that King Bai Rijing had come. At the end, she still opened her eyes wide in disbelief: "So tall, so handsome, my God, Ran Ran must laugh out loud looking at his face every day, right?"
The eldest sister glanced at her and said, "Why, have you also become worldly-minded and want to come down the mountain and get married?"
The fourth brother immediately said, "No! I just didn't expect there would be such a handsome man in this world."
The second senior sister said, "After all, he is a prince, a member of a royal family, so it's not surprising that he is good-looking."
The third sister nodded in agreement, "Appearances are deceptive; character is what matters most. I just hope he can treat Xiaowu well, and be more patient and tolerant."
When talking about the junior sister who had risen to the top in one day and would be completely different from the world before her, the senior sisters had different feelings.
If I say that I am not envious at all, that would be a lie. After all, they are just young people in their early twenties, and their faith in Taoism is not yet firm enough to see through all fame, wealth, and desires.
But no matter how envious they were, they had watched the little junior sister grow up, and she had never forgotten them even after she became successful. They also hoped that the little junior sister who was thousands of miles away could live a safe and smooth life.
When Sima Jing and his party returned to the Yangzhou Governor's Mansion, it was already night and the moon was shining brightly.
After returning to the guest house, Changchun presented the letter he received today.
"It will be delivered in the afternoon."
Chang Chun put the princess's letter on top with a big smile on his face: "Your Highness, please take your time to read it."
Sima Jing glanced at the fawning servant indifferently.
It's also strange.
They both laughed in a fawning and servile manner, but the princess's laugh was refreshing, while Chang Chun's laugh was really annoying.
"Back off."
He lowered his gaze, lifted his robe, sat down at the table, and began to open the letter.
But this time, the letter was no longer about the daily trivialities of eating, drinking, having fun, raising fish and growing flowers, but about the rumors in Chang'an City and the depression and melancholy she felt in the mansion.
Sima Jing read through the pages one by one, his eyes gradually darkening.
It turns out that the man behind the scenes has a trick up his sleeve.
It was not a brilliant trick, but it was very effective for Sima Ji.
If he guessed correctly, his extremely suspicious brother would probably suspect him first.
If you have something to hide, everyone you see will look like a ghost to you.
Sima Jing sneered in his heart.
If it were in the past, he would just watch the show coldly. Even if Sima Ji really suspected him, he would not dare to take his life because of the Queen Mother.
But things are different now, Yun Ran and the Marquis of Changxin's Mansion are still in Chang'an.
They didn't know the inside story and didn't understand Sima Ji, so they were probably trembling with fear and unable to sleep or eat.
Thinking of this, he put Yun Ran's letter into the box he carried with him.
He picked up his pen and ink and began to write a letter.
It was not until late at night that Sima Jing put down his wolf-hair brush and called Changchun.
"Early tomorrow morning, ride as fast as you can to send the letter back to Chang'an."
Chang Chun took the thick stack of letters and couldn't hide his surprise: "So... so many?"
He knew that His Highness had been away for many days and must have missed the Princess very much, but he had only sent one letter at a time before, but this time he wrote four or five?
Do you miss me so much?
Sima Jing saw what he was thinking at a glance. Although there was no need to explain to a rootless eunuch, he still said in a deep voice: "The rest of the letter should be handed over to the palace by the princess."
One to the Queen Mother.
One letter to Emperor Wenxuan.
There was also a letter to Marquis Changxin.
Of course, the letter to Yun Ran was the thickest.
After Chang Chun left with the letter, Sima Jing glanced at the almost used-up ink in the inkstone and calmly turned his sore wrist.
The ways of the world are indeed extremely troublesome.
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The author has something to say: Sima Jiu: My hands are sore from writing, I want my wife to brag about it.
Ran Ran: You used my hands before, why didn’t you feel sorry for my sore hands? [rolling eyes]
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