100 Red Plum
◎The Domineering Emperor Forces Love◎
Shu Yao pushed away Ji Shijing, who was burying his head in her neck, and said lazily, "Stop messing around."
Ji Shijing chuckled softly and sat up. "Sister-in-law, the snowy scenery of Qiyue Mountain is unique in Beijing. The plum blossoms on the mountain are also in bloom. Let's go and take a look."
Shu Yao nodded. Since she had nothing to do at home anyway, she might as well go out for a walk. The snow this year was heavier than last year, and it seemed like it would be nice to go hiking and enjoy the snow scenery.
The two of them got up and packed. Before leaving, Ji Shijing ordered a servant to fetch a brand new cloak. He gently put it on Shu Yao and said, "It's snowing heavily today. Don't catch a cold."
Looking at his gentle appearance, Shu Yao's heart skipped a beat, and a strange feeling filled her heart.
The two of them got on a simple carriage and drove towards Qi Yue Mountain.
The seats in the car were covered with a layer of velvet, which was soft and neither cold nor hard. There were also a few boxes of dried fruit snacks next to them. Shu Yao picked up a sour plum and tasted it. It tasted good, so she gave one to Ji Shijing.
Qi Yue Mountain is just on the edge of the capital city, and can be reached in the time it takes to stick an incense stick. Shu Yao looked at the snow scene along the way. The earth was covered in white, which was really pleasing to the eye.
After getting off the carriage, Shu Yao realized that the foot of the mountain was full of people, including men, women, young and old. There shouldn't be so many people just admiring the snow scenery and red plum blossoms.
"There is a Qi Guang Temple on the top of the mountain. It is said to be very effective and there are incense burning every day." Ji Shijing said as he stood beside her.
Shu Yao understood that half of the people at the foot of the mountain were probably going to the temple to burn incense. She was also a little eager to go, so she turned around and looked at Ji Shijing: "Ah Jing, how about we go to the temple to ask for a peace amulet too?"
Her eyes curved like two little crescent moons: "Please bless Ah Jing and me to be safe and sound."
Ji Shijing smiled slightly. Hearing that she wanted to ask for a peace amulet for him, he felt happy: "Okay."
The two of them walked up the mountain. There were a total of 180 steps, stretching from the foot of the mountain to the top. Shu Yao couldn't walk any further after only 20 steps. She leaned against a big tree by the roadside to rest, panting with exhaustion: "This is too difficult to walk on."
Ji Shijing stood in front of her, bent down, and motioned for her to lie on his back: "Come on, I'll carry you."
Shu Yao looked at his thin body. She was afraid that if she leaned over him, she would crush him, so she waved her hand and said, "I'll walk by myself."
But before she could take two steps, Ji Shijing pulled her back forcefully and picked her up without saying a word.
Shu Yao screamed in surprise and subconsciously hugged his neck. Their eyes met, and a hint of playfulness flashed across Ji Shijing's eyes. He tightened his grip on her, "Sister-in-law, don't move."
Shu Yao looked at the almost vertical stairs behind her. She swallowed and carefully nestled in his arms, smelling the scent of ink on his clothes, and thought of what happened last night.
Last night, Ji Shijing actually painted on her back and didn't fall asleep until the late night.
Leaning on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, she bit her lower lip and felt that their relationship seemed to be becoming less and less simple.
Then let's make it even more complicated.
After walking up a few dozen steps, Shu Yao looked up and saw beads of sweat glistening on Ji Shijing's temples. She patted him and said, "Ah Jing, put me down. I can walk for a while."
Ji Shijing lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Sister-in-law, do you think I'm not good enough?"
Shu Yao seemed to have thought of something and quickly shook her head. The night before yesterday, she was reading a storybook that said that scholars were weak men who were not even able to tie a chicken. They had little strength and were probably inferior to ordinary people in some aspects.
Ji Shijing also saw it at the time, and he asked her: "Sister-in-law, do you think what you said is right?"
Shu Yao thought about it seriously at that time, and suddenly she felt playful and wanted to play a trick on Ji Shijing, so she nodded.
Unexpectedly, Ji Shijing immediately dropped the book in his hand, pressed his hot body tightly against her, a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "Sister-in-law, you haven't tried it with me, how do you know I'm not as good as others?"
These words made her face turn red.
It turns out that you can’t say that men are incapable.
Coming back to her senses, she said, "I just want to come down and take a walk by myself." Then she struggled to get off him.
The two were walking side by side. At this moment, the child in front was startled by a hibernating caterpillar on the roadside and screamed. Shu Yao was right behind him and was frightened by his scream. She fell backwards uncontrollably and was about to make close contact with the ground.
Seeing that he couldn't pull her out in time, Ji Shijing simply hugged her and caught her with his body.
There were a lot of broken stones on the steps. The moment they fell to the ground, he felt a sharp pain. He groaned and just frowned.
Shu Yao fell on him, but it was nothing serious. She hurriedly helped Ji Shijing up: "Are you okay?"
He shook his head.
The two continued walking forward and finally saw Qi Guang Temple not far away. The temple was crowded with people and the scent of incense could be smelled from a long distance away.
Shu Yao pulled Ji Shijing into the temple. An old abbot was sitting at the door. He looked at Shu Yao strangely, then looked away and said "Amitabha".
The temple was packed with people. Several golden Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were placed on the altars. People went to the temple to burn incense in an endless stream. After waiting for a long time, it was finally their turn. Shu Yao knelt devoutly on the lotus cushion and bowed three times to the Bodhisattvas with three incense sticks.
Ji Shijing looked at the statue in front of him, his heart as calm as water. If praying to Buddha was effective, why would there be so many people in need? Instead of pinning his hopes on the Bodhisattva, it would be better to strive for it himself.
Shu Yao got two amulets and hung one of them around Ji Shijing's waist: "The little monk just said that this amulet has been blessed and will surely bless our Ajing to be safe and sound throughout his life."
Ji Shijing looked at the amulet and his heart softened.
When the two of them were leaving the temple, the old abbot sitting at the door suddenly called out to Shu Yao. He had a naturally smiling face, like the Maitreya Buddha: "Amitabha, please stay, both donors."
Shu Yao pointed at herself: "Master, are you calling us?"
The old host nodded and motioned for the two to come over.
He looked at Shu Yao and said, "Can I read your palm?"
Shu Yao felt a little strange: "How much is it per session?"
"Meeting is fate, I don't charge money."
Shu Yao stretched out her hand, figuring it out that she wouldn't be at a disadvantage.
The old abbot looked carefully at the lines on her palm, his face becoming increasingly gloomy, and he did not speak for a long time.
Shu Yao couldn't help but say, "Master."
The old host finally came to his senses and laughed twice. "Amitabha, the young lady and I are destined to be together. I will give you a few words: 'All appearances are false.'"
"What do you mean?" She didn't understand these Buddhist Zen words.
But the old abbot didn't seem to want to explain. He turned around, clutched the Buddhist beads in his hand, and walked back to the temple step by step.
Shu Yao found it strange, but didn't think much about it. Maybe these Buddhists just like to be mysterious.
But Ji Shijing took these words to heart and frowned slightly.
"Everything that exists is false."
Why is it all false?
When they were far away, the old host turned around again, looked at the vast white snow on the mountain, and sighed, "Amitabha."
Shu Yao and Ji Shijing came to the Red Plum Garden on the mountain. It is said that the red plums here were transplanted from the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. They bloom in December every year and are the only red in the vast white, so they attract many people to come and watch.
The red plum blossoms were beautiful in the heavy snow, but Shu Yao didn't have much fun watching them. She was a little hungry and had just seen a vendor selling roasted sweet potatoes at the gate of the garden. She said to Ji Shijing, "Ah Jing, there's a roasted sweet potato vendor at the gate. Can you buy me one?"
Ji Shijing nodded, turned around and walked back.
Shu Yao was bored and wandering around the garden. There were many people coming to see the red plum blossoms, so she walked towards the less crowded areas and eventually reached the back mountain.
There were almost no people in the back mountain, only a few children chasing and playing, and a small house standing by the stream not far away.
Shu Yao was afraid that Ji Shijing couldn't find her, so just as she was about to leave, she heard a noise coming from the hut, as if a cup had fallen to the ground. She didn't pay attention to it, and then another noise came.
Shu Yao was a little curious about what was inside the cabin. She walked over and found that the window next to it was open a crack, so she looked inside.
In the small room, Jing Xuan, dressed in black casual clothes, lay gently on the woman's legs. There were several shocking wounds on his right wrist, which were bleeding and dyed the hem of the woman's clothes red.
The young emperor completely lost the dignity he had when facing the officials. He looked up, his eyes helpless: "Wanwan, what exactly do you want me to do?"
The beautiful woman sitting on the bed looked at him coldly: "You let Zhang Zheng go."
When Jing Xuan heard her mention this name, his dark pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong coldness emanated from his body: "Do you like him so much? You are willing to go against me for him."
Jiang Fuwan looked at him expressionlessly, and her words were cold and distant: "Your Majesty, you are overthinking. I dare not."
"Hmph." Jing Xuan stood up, his body swaying. He laughed self-deprecatingly, tears flickering in the corners of his eyes. "Wan Wan, please stop thinking about him, okay? All the mistakes were Zhang Zheng's fault. I can let bygones be bygones."
Jiang Fuwan closed her eyes and did not answer his question.
Jing Xuan looked at her, and suddenly put his arms around her waist, and kissed her with hot and oppressive kisses.
"Pa." She raised her hand and slapped him without hesitation.
Jing Xuan just smiled and checked her hand thoroughly: "Wanwan, does your hand hurt?" His eyes were full of pity.
Jiang Fuwan pulled her hand back: "Jingxuan, I don't love you, can you let me go?"
Jing Xuan held her in his arms, murmuring, "You are my beloved concubine. You must accompany me in the palace while I live, and be buried with me in the imperial mausoleum after I die."
"I've brought you to see the red plum blossoms today. If there's anything else you want to do, tell me, okay? I'll go with you."
"Wanwan, what else do you want me to do?"
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Shu Yao didn't expect that the person inside was the male protagonist. Could the woman in his arms be the female protagonist? I have to say, the female protagonist is really beautiful.
She turned around and walked out quietly.
OMG, I just watched The Overbearing Emperor's Forced Love and I got goosebumps.
Ji Shijing was afraid that the sweet potatoes would get cold, so he put them in his pocket. As soon as he walked into Hongmei Garden, he saw Shu Yao coming in hurriedly, and he hurriedly handed the sweet potatoes to her.
Shu Yao looked at the stains on his clothes and said, "Why did you put the sweet potato in your arms? Look at your clothes, they are all stained by it."
Ji Shijing just said, "Try it."
The sweet potatoes were still hot right out of the pot. We each took half and walked slowly down the mountain.
It was already late when we returned home in the carriage.
At night, when Ji Shijing was changing his clothes, Shu Yao suddenly discovered that his back was covered with many wounds, and the blood was coagulating. She stroked his back with her warm fingers and asked, "When did this happen?"
"I forgot, sister-in-law, can you help me apply the medicine?"
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