my wife is mulan

Wan Yutong turned around, Zhao Junsheng put the ferret vest on her fragrant shoulders, it looked like a ferret with a golden mask wrapped around her shoulders.

"Well, yes, wearing it like this will definitely attract everyone's attention!"

Wan Yutong hastily walked to the bronze mirror to have a look, turned left and right, full of joy, she liked it very much.

The maid came in with tea, and said in surprise: "Ah, miss, your ferret is so beautiful, it matches your appearance, it is so beautiful!"

"I have seen Your Majesty!"

Zhao Junsheng raised his hand: "Excuse me!"

Wan Yutong rolled his eyes at the maid, "Just put down the tea, your mouth is sweet. Your Majesty is going to have dinner in the mansion, so go back and let the kitchen prepare it!"

"promise!"

After the maid left, Wan Yutong sat in front of the short table and poured tea. Zhao Junsheng sat opposite her, took the tea she handed over and said, "There are too many things these days, and I don't have time to go out of the palace!"

Wan Yutong said: "I heard about the assassination of the two envoys, are you upset about it?"

"It's not that I'm upset, but I'm worried that someone will make trouble. If another envoy is assassinated, Dagan will lose face. Outsiders will say that Dagan can't even guarantee the safety of the envoy. How dare you come to me to do it? I am afraid that the relationship between Daqian and other countries will also deteriorate!"

Wan Yutong smiled and said, "I don't think you need to worry about this matter. The officials below are more anxious than you. You have to believe that they can solve these two cases!"

"Hehe, that's true!" Zhao Junsheng said, turning his head and shouting outside: "Come in!"

A eunuch in plain clothes walked in and handed Zhao Junsheng a box in his hand.

Zhao Junsheng took the box and put it in front of Wan Yutong: "Here you are!"

"what?"

"Obsidian essential oil, a tribute from the Essence Kingdom!"

Wan Yutong's eyes lit up, and he immediately opened the box and took out three bottles of obsidian essential oil, "This is obsidian essential oil, and now the rumors in Chang'an city are crazy, saying that the obsidian essential oil tributed by Jingjue Kingdom has a magical effect on the face, But this thing is only available in the imperial palace, and only the queen can use it. My best friends and sisters are very envious, hoping that the queen can reward them with some, but it is said that this obsidian essential oil is extremely rare, and it is hard to get it. The queen would not use it herself Not enough, how can they have a share? Didn’t you give it to me behind Mulan’s back?”

Zhao Junsheng said: "She asked me to bring you one bottle, and I asked for the other two bottles from the envoy Jingjue. He is the husband of Queen Jingjue, and he only has these two bottles on him. Save your money." Well, from now on, Jingjue Kingdom will only pay tribute three bottles a year, but I will ask him to add another bottle and give it to me in private, so that Mulan won’t know about it, so don’t tell Mulan about this, or I will be miserable!”

Wan Yutong suppressed a smile, "You look like a guilty conscience!"

Zhao Junsheng spread his hands, "There is no way, neither side can be offended!"

The two drank tea, tidied up, and then got into the carriage in the courtyard and headed for Wan Yutong's Suiyang Mansion, with the imperial guards following behind.

When they arrived at the mansion, Wan Yutong turned to look at Zhao Junsheng, and said, "I see that your heart is not calm, let's play a game of chess!"

"Row!"

The two set up a chess board, Zhao Junsheng was a stinky chess basket, and Wan Yutong let him play.

At the beginning, Zhao Junsheng played very smoothly, but when he played, he felt that something was wrong, and he wanted to regret the game.

Wan Yutong refused, and kept emphasizing that there would be no regrets, so Zhao Junsheng had no choice but to make mistakes, and in the end he couldn't stand it anymore, so he just gave up.

At this time Wanquan came to report: "Miss, Master Tan Wuye is here!"

"Please! By the way, invite him to serve tea in the front hall!" Wan Yutong hurriedly ordered.

"promise!"

After Wanquan left, Wan Yutong said to Zhao Junsheng: "You sit here first, I will come as soon as I go!"

"Who is this Tan Wuye?"

Wan Yutong said: "It's a monk from India. I got a few Buddhist scriptures a few days ago, but they were all written in Sanskrit, and I couldn't understand them. A girlfriend recommended this Master Tanwuye to me. It is said that he is very knowledgeable about Buddhism. He is very researched, so I asked him to help me translate the scriptures into Chinese, he has not been free these days, and I never thought he would come today!"

"Oh, that's fine, you go, I'll just drink tea and read a book here!"

Wan Yutong quickly came from the backyard to the main hall of the front yard. A monk from Tianzhu was drinking tea. She smiled and said, "Master, I expect you to come!"

Tan Wuye put down his teacup, got up and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, Your Majesty has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, and we are sincere. No matter how busy this poor monk is, he must spare time to help Your Majesty fulfill his wish!"

Wan Yutong smiled and said, "Thank you so much, master! It's almost noon, I'll ask the kitchen master to prepare some vegetarian meals, how about it?"

"Your Majesty, don't be too busy, the poor monk came here after breakfast!" Tan Wuye hurriedly thanked him, and turned the topic to the main topic: "I wonder how many volumes of Buddhist scriptures you have that need to be translated into Chinese?"

Wan Yutong said: "There are nine volumes!"

"Oh, it will take a lot of time. Poor monks can read and write Sanskrit without any obstacles. It is also easy to translate it into Chinese, but it is difficult to make the translated Chinese to restore the original flavor of the Buddhist scriptures." It's not easy! Can your lord bring the Buddhist scriptures for the poor monk to read?"

"Of course no problem!" Wan Yutong told the maid to fetch the nine volumes of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures from the study.

Soon, the maid returned to the front hall with a pile of Buddhist scriptures and put them on the low table.

Tan Wuye picked up these Buddhist scriptures and flipped through them one by one, and then said to Wan Yutong: "Your Majesty, it will take at least half a month to translate all these Buddhist scriptures into Chinese, and there should be no interruptions, let alone interruptions." , I must find a quiet place, but there are too many monks in the monastery that the poor monk has placed orders, and it is impossible not to be disturbed, which really makes the poor monk embarrassed!"

"That's it..." Wan Yutong was a little anxious. She had obtained these Buddhist scriptures for a long time, but she had never been able to find a monk who could translate them into Chinese. If Tan Wuye refused to help, she might as well I don’t know that these Buddhist scriptures can only be translated in the Year of the Monkey.

"Master, do you think my place is still quiet? Apart from me, there are only some servants here on weekdays. I ordered them to make as little noise as possible, so they shouldn't disturb the master! I ordered someone to prepare it for the master alone. A wing room is used as a resting place, and another wing room is prepared as a place for scripture translation. Vegetarian meals and tea will be prepared for the master at any time! Please rest assured, the master, I will never be stingy with the reward, come and prepare me for the master Bring me your moisturiser!"

Tan Wuye said: "It seems quite inappropriate for a poor monk to live in Junshang's mansion, I'm afraid it will cause gossip to Junshang!"

Wan Yutong smiled and said: "Master, you are too worried. There is more than one man in this house. Besides, the master is a monk, so there is no need to shy away from it!"

A maid came over with a tray and placed it in front of Tan Wuye.

Tan Wuye took a look, there were two gold coins in the tray, and the gold coins were rolled into a tube with red paper.

"Master, these are Daqian gold coins, which are not circulated in the market. They are used by the emperor to reward meritorious ministers, military generals and nobles, but they can be exchanged for copper coins at the Royal Bank!"

Tan Wuye clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! Your Majesty has a heart of sincerity towards my Buddha. The poor monk just translated Sanskrit scriptures into Chinese scriptures. This is also a great merit for the poor monk. How dare the poor monk accept the king's money?" What about your reward? Your Majesty, get someone to take it away! Everything is according to your majesty's arrangement, and the poor monk will spend half a month in your mansion, but you will have to trouble your majesty to give instructions to the people in your mansion when you are given food and lodging!"

"The reward must still be given. Although the master is a monk, he must survive to continue to promote Buddhism!"

Tan Wuye had no choice but to say: "The poor monk will not accept the gold coins. The poor monk has heard that your master's cutting and sewing skills are unparalleled in the world. Now that the weather is getting colder, if you really want to reward the poor monk, the poor monk will have the audacity to show it to you." Your Majesty asks for a Sanghali!"

Wan Yutong breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that the Indian monks collectively called the three garments cassocks, and each of the three garments had its own name. The sacred Futian cassock is stitched and sewn with 25 pieces of cloth inlaid with gold thread. It is as neat as the fields and even inlaid with jewels.

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely sew a thick Sangha Ri for the master that can keep out the cold!"

Chapter 827 Confession

When Wan Yutong returned to the backyard from the front hall, Zhao Junsheng was lying on the recliner with his eyes closed.

He heard footsteps and opened his eyes, "Why have you been here for so long?"

Wan Yutong smiled and said: "For the next half month, Master Tan Wuye will stay at the mansion and concentrate on translating Sanskrit scriptures into Chinese. He cannot be disturbed. I specially arranged a room for him and his servants to listen to him, so there was a delay. time!"

Zhao Junsheng frowned and said, "Stay here? Stay for half a month? This is to spread the word, the spittle of Chang'an City can drown you!"