Get pregnant soon, and beauties will have many happy pregnancies

February 15th is the death anniversary of the eldest prince Jingbin.

The eldest prince died young, and Jing Yu never met his eldest brother, but he would come to Fuguang Temple every year to perform a ritual for his eldest brother.

The abbot of Fuguang Temple was acquainted with Jing Yu, and his Buddhist name was Ming Jing. He was a wonderful man who was both worldly and worldly, and he was very close to Jing Yu.

He clasped his hands at Jing Yu and recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Your Highnesses are most pure and filial. The Empress's everlasting lantern and Her Highness's death lantern are always enshrined in Fuguang Temple. The novice monks have already started chanting sutras. Your Highness, please Go and have a look with the old monk?"

Fuguang Temple occupies more than half of the hilltop and is very large. The front part is open to ordinary pilgrims, and the back part is reserved for dignitaries. Naturally, the price of sesame oil is much higher.

Jing Yu motioned to his bodyguard to hand over the banknote. Mingjing's eyes were glued to the banknote, but he still acted like an accomplished monk and motioned to the young novice next to him to pick up the banknote.

"Amitabha, your three highnesses have profound merits and virtues. The old monk has calculated that in the future, your highnesses will be rich and powerful, have a good marriage, have a harmonious husband and wife, have children, and have perfect merits and virtues!"

These words pleased Jing Yu very much. He raised his hand and gave Ming Jing a piece of gold and said with a smile: "Thank you for your good advice."

The eldest brother died early, and the queen mother finally gave birth to him. He was born prematurely and had weak bones. The queen mother was extremely nervous about him. When he was a child, he could only stay in Fengyi Palace, which was really boring.

Fortunately, the queen mother believed in Buddhism, and most of the noble ladies in the capital believed in Buddhism, so they could go to the temple and take a breather.

The queen mother directly invited the abbot of Fuguang Temple to the palace to pray to God and Buddha to bless him with good health. Coincidentally, after Master Mingjing came, his health really got better and better.

Master Mingjing is different from other dull monks. He is full of witty words and greedy for money, but does not appear to be greedy. On the contrary, he is extremely interesting. Every time Master Mingjing enters the palace, Xiao Jingyu is particularly happy.

When Jing Yu grew up, he became a lifelong friend with Master Ming Jing. There were not many people in the capital who could be close to him, so he kept donating incense money to Fuguang Temple. He no longer knew how much he had donated.

As soon as Jing Yu was led away by Master Ming Jing, Ji Yunhuan arrived.

Ji Yunhuan is also a distinguished guest of Fuguang Temple. He has been offering everlasting lanterns to his parents at Fuguang Temple all year round. Naturally, he uses the best sesame oil, which is very valuable.

The person who entertained Ji Yunhuan was a direct disciple of Master Mingjing, named Yuanhui, and he was an honest man.

He clasped his hands at Ji Yunhuan and said with a smile: "Donor Ji is here with the poor monk. Master, he is entertaining distinguished guests. I am afraid he will not be available today. If the poor monk has not treated me well, please forgive me."

Ji Yunhuan followed Fang Hui into the familiar incense room and signaled Shiqin next to him to donate money for sesame oil first.

Yuan Hui was not as thick-skinned as Master Mingjing. He always felt embarrassed for taking the sesame oil money in vain, so he bowed to Ji Yunhuan with his hands folded, and said softly: "I have a few blessings of peace here, the master. They are all in front of the Buddha." If the donor doesn't dislike it after it has been consecrated, take it back and enjoy it."

Ji Yunhuan remembered that his mother believed in Buddhism, especially Master Mingjing, and asked, "Is there a birth talisman?"

Yuan Hui lowered her head in embarrassment and said honestly: "The fate of children is destined by God. This...this...master has never given it to a poor monk."

"It doesn't matter. Master Yuanhui is also an eminent monk. You are asking for the same thing. You are just asking for peace of mind."

Ji Yunhuan gave Yuan Hui another sum of money for sesame oil and sent Yuan Hui away.

My mother obeyed my father in everything, and her persistence to this day was the limit of her refusal to let go and adopt her bastard son. My father respected her, but my mother was in poor health and it would be difficult to give birth to an heir. There was no other way except adoption.

She originally wanted to find a chance to give her mother the Childbirth Pill, but she found that the Childbirth Pill could not be given away casually. She had to use one herself first, and then the other one could be given to her mother after she became pregnant.

But Jing Yu didn't get to the last step. She wouldn't get pregnant even if she took the fertility pill, so she could only wait.

Today is the best time.

In the last life, Wan Niang took action today, and if nothing else, Wan Niang will take action in this life as well. She just needs to wait here.

Jing Yu is also at Fuguang Temple, and she will definitely be pregnant with Jing Yu's child today!

After Yuan Hui left, Ji Yunhuan sat by the bed and flipped through a Buddhist scripture. She had been smart since she was a child, but she really had no insights into Buddhism. She had studied with her mother for many years since she was a child, but she still failed to understand the subtleties of Buddhism.

Master Mingjing did not dislike her for being dull and her words were interesting. She was wealthy and often came to Fuguang Temple to disturb Master Mingjing. When she became a widow one day, Fuguang Temple would be a good place to stay temporarily.

The window of the incense room faced the elegant small courtyard. Ji Yunhuan saw a novice monk coming with a tray from a distance. She whispered a few words in Shiqin's ear and sent Shiqin out.

Shiqin was still a little worried, "Madam, can you do it alone? Isn't it too risky? Why don't I just call someone to hold him down to avoid any trouble?"

Ji Yunhuan smiled slightly, what she wanted was a twists and turns, otherwise she couldn't suddenly drug Jing Yu, there had to be a cover up.

"Go ahead, I know what's going on. Besides, Liang Yunye is still here and everything will be fine."

Liang Yunye has now become Ji Yunhuan's exclusive coachman, but it is impossible for him to stay on the carriage honestly. He has probably visited the entire Fuguang Temple, and now he doesn't know where he is hiding in the corner to guard her.

After Shiqin left, the novice monk entered the room soon.

The novice was wearing gray monk robes. He was about thirty years old, and his hair was newly shaved. He did not look as peaceful as the novice, but rather gloomy.

He bowed his head and bent over, and his posture for serving tea was quite standard. After putting down the tea cup, he clasped his hands awkwardly towards Ji Yunhuan, his eyes rolled around, and he looked at Ji Yunhuan calmly.

"Amitabha! This tea is made from newly fallen snow water. It is the most refreshing and sweet. The donor drinks it while it is hot. The fragrance will disappear when it cools down."

Ji Yunhuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, her lips stained with moisture. She nodded and said with a smile: "It is indeed a good tea. Thank you Master. If you are careful, you can treat it as worshiping the Buddha."

Ji Yunhuan took out a banknote, and the novice had a look of greed on his face and couldn't wait to put it away.

When the novice saw Ji Yunhuan's beauty, he felt impatient and wished he could hold her down right now, but it would take some time for Hehuan Powder to take effect. Fortunately, he also prepared aphrodisiac powder.

"The incense burner is almost exhausted. Please add some more for the donor."

The novice walked to the incense burner, opened the hollow lid, and poured all the fragrant powder into it.

The room was instantly filled with a sweet smell. No matter how nice the fragrance was, it would be nauseating if it was too strong.

Ji Yunhuan sat by the window, secretly holding her breath. After a while, her little face turned red from suppressing the pain, and she looked spring-like.

She wiped her forehead with a handkerchief, frowned and said, "Why did it suddenly get hot? This incense burner is burning too brightly. Please put it out."