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At that time, the twin brother and sister from Meiyuan became famous overnight. Yun Xiaoan always liked all beautiful things and spent all his pocket money on watching plays.
No one noticed anything unusual at first.
Ji Yunxi had always raised her daughter in luxury, giving her ample trust and freedom, never questioning what she did or where the money went. She gave Yun'an pocket money, and Yun'an had the right to spend it, as long as it was used wisely. As a child, Ji Yunxi hated it most when her parents would constantly demand to know exactly how she spent every penny. She told herself at a young age that if she ever had a daughter, she would never do that.
Wu Weian actually took care of more than Ji Yunxi, but he was very busy with official duties during that period, and the emperor was keeping an eye on his progress every day, so he didn't have much time to pay attention to his daughter.
Yun Xiaoan has always been smart. Even as a little kid, he knew that this kind of thing should not be known to his parents, so he knew how to cover it up and always said that he was playing in the palace.
Yun Xiaoan still thinks she covered it up well, but strangely enough, she was exposed.
That day, she was happily eating a candied haws and sitting in the best seat in the middle listening to an opera, when her father pulled her away like a chicken.
Her mother wouldn't mind her spending money recklessly, but she would mind her hiding things and cheating.
Her parents were very disappointed in her and punished her by confining her to a temple for fifteen days.
Yun Xiaoan had a very torturous time during those fifteen days.
She had almost everything she wanted in Shangjing City. Whenever she cried, there would always be someone to comfort her.
But when she got to the temple, no one paid any attention to her whether she was crying or not.
Yun Xiaoan still clearly remembers the night she arrived. She sat outside her uncle's door, looking up and crying.
In the usually quiet old temple deep in the mountains, the crying of a little girl continued, and even the monks' chanting was of no use.
A young monk came over and tried to comfort the child, but the more he tried, the louder he cried.
The monk was helpless, so he went to find Master Mingxi.
Yun Xiaoan pricked up his ears quietly.
Master Mingxi was sitting by the window, drinking tea and copying sutras. Hearing this, he said softly, "It's okay. Let her cry."
The young monk said, "Master Mingxi, it's cold late at night. I'm afraid I might catch a cold."
Master Mingxi: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, when the time comes, just take the medicine."
Yun Xiaoan, who was eavesdropping, asked: “?”
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Yun Xiaoan came back to his senses and shuddered: "I always feel that someone must have informed on me. My father was very busy during that time."
Lin Congchong was curious: "Who could it be?"
Yun Xiaoan shook her head: "I don't know either. My father won't tell me." She gritted her teeth and said, "If I find out who it is, I'll bite him to death."
The prince beside him quietly turned a page of the book.
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The little witch from a year ago is back again.
In Yefu Temple, all the monks felt insecure.
But this time it was much better than last time. The little witch no longer cried for no reason.
Children grow up fast after all. After a year, they have grown taller and become more sensible.
But it still gives me a headache.
The monks of Yefu Temple have been copying Buddhist scriptures recently, intending to use them in the temple fair next month.
Yun Xiaoan lay on each monk's desk, promoting herself: "Although I can't read, I can copy the characters exactly the same, really. Uncle monk, I will help you copy, only one tael per copy!"
The monk silently chanted "Amitabha", put away the paper and pen, and continued copying in another place.
Yun Xiaoan followed behind and shouted, "Five coins a piece is also fine!"
After a while: "Even one cent will do!"
After a while, he asked, "You don't need to pay for it?"
But no one paid any attention to her.
Thanks to her, all the monks in Yefu Temple have made great progress in their understanding of Buddhism.
Yun Xiaoan returned to the courtyard disappointed and went to find Ji Mingxi. He was really confused: "Uncle, why doesn't anyone let me help copy the Buddhist scriptures?"
Ji Mingxi was sitting by the window, brewing tea. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "How can I help you copy Buddhist scriptures?"
Yun Xiaoan propped up his chin and said, "Uncle, why didn't Mom and Dad take me to Jiangnan?"
Ji Mingxi handed his niece a cup of tea, poured himself a cup, took a sip, and replied calmly, "Uncle doesn't know either. Wait until your parents come back, then go ask them yourself, okay?"
"Okay." Yun Xiaoan asked again, "Then why did Uncle Mingshuang ask me to come to you? Why doesn't he want me?"
Ji Mingxi really didn't know the answer now.
Ming Shuang is a very patient person and has always been concerned about others. Normally, he would not throw his niece over so quickly.
Ji Mingxi asked, "What have you been doing at Uncle Mingshuang's house these days?"
Yun Xiaoan told Ji Mingxi everything she had done in detail.
Although she didn't like the temple, she liked her uncle who was in the temple.
Everyone else treated her like a child, but my uncle treated her like an adult and listened to her very seriously every time.
Every time Yun Xiaoan said something, Ji Mingxi, who was drinking tea, would start talking.
Amitabha, this is really putting Mingshuang in a difficult position. In the evening, he copied some Buddhist scriptures for Mingshuang.
When Yun Xiaoan talked about the last thing, Ji Mingxi's hand shook and some tea spilled.
He was quiet for a moment: "Tell me, what did you see?"
Yun Xiaoan blinked her big eyes: "I saw Uncle Mingshuang holding hands with Aunt Wanxiang, just like this--" She demonstrated with her left and right hands, crossing her fingers.
Ji Mingxi said "Amitabha" again.
Yun Xiaoan: "Uncle, I'm done. Do you know why Uncle Mingshuang doesn't want me either?"
Ji Mingxi said gently, "You did a good thing for your uncle Mingshuang."
Although his uncle's answer was incoherent, Yun Xiaoan was very happy to be praised: "I think so too!"
Ji Mingxi rubbed his niece's head, his smile as warm and gentle as the afternoon sun: "Okay, uncle is going to chant, you can go out first."
"Okay!" Yun Xiaoan ran out happily to find the prince and Lin Congchong.
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