The crazy daily life of the mistress

How do you explain that you have to avoid being seen when you go to Fuguo Temple for treatment every year?

How do we explain that the nationally renowned abbot of Fuguo Temple, Master Zheng, is so caring towards himself?

It turns out to be that simple.

But he didn't figure it out in his previous two lives.

Being so rebellious in his previous two lives must have given those elders who loved him a lot of headaches!

Zhan Shixuan knelt down in front of Master Mingzheng and said, "Master, I'm sorry! I have failed you!"

Master Mingzheng said: "When the Queen Mother found out that someone was trying to murder her child, she couldn't find out who did it. She couldn't find out anything, so there was only one possibility."

Zhan Shixuan continued: "Is it the late emperor?"

Master Mingzheng said: "There is no evidence pointing to the late emperor, but the queen mother was sure it was the late emperor at the time. She thought the late emperor didn't want her to have a child, so she drugged her, so that you were only one breath left when you were born."

Zhan Shixuan could already imagine the despair of a mother when the man she loved most wanted to kill her child.

Master Mingzheng continued, "The late emperor ordered me to go to the palace to chant sutras and pray for you, so Zhan Shuo found me and together we secretly took you out of the palace. That night, Zhan Shuo's concubine gave birth to a stillborn baby, and we found a way to send the dead baby into the palace to replace you."

This is what happened later. Master Mingzheng found the genius doctor Wu Yao to detoxify and recuperate Zhan Shixuan.

This adjustment lasted for twenty-two years.

The Queen Mother wanted to recognize her son after the death of the late Emperor.

Just then she came up with a plan, and found out that the person who drugged her was actually Emperor Tiansheng.

So for the sake of his son's safety, he never recognized him.

Master Mingzheng told all this to Zhan Shixuan.

Then he said, "In order to see you, your mother would come and live here from September 1st to September 16th every year, just opposite the cliff where you live."

Zhan Shixuan said, "A few days ago, I saw a lady sitting on the opposite cliff. Is that my mother?"

Master Mingzheng nodded and replied, "Yes, she can't see you clearly, but she knows you are across from her."

Zhan Shixuan's eyes were blurred with tears. It turned out that for the past twenty-two years, his biological mother had been protecting him in her own way.

Master Mingzheng continued, "This is why I asked you to go to the northern border to start a career. You are old enough and you cannot always deny your mother's recognition. To recognize her, you must have the ability to do so. Therefore, military power is very important to you. As long as you have military power, then one day, even if the emperor knows your life experience, he will not dare to touch you at will."

Zhan Shixuan asked: "Master, why are you willing to save me?"

The master is a person from outside the world, so it is understandable if it is explained as compassion. But why would Zhan Shuo, an important official in the court, be willing to risk his head to save him?

Master Mingzheng said: "Ah Xuan, Zhan Shuo is actually your uncle."

Zhan Shuo and the Queen Mother are siblings. Even the late Emperor did not know this.

The only people in the world who know about it now, besides Zhan Shuo and the Queen Mother, is Master Mingzheng.

Zhan Shixuan has experienced three lifetimes and his mind is no longer that of a teenager.

So he digested Master Mingzheng's words very quickly.

He said, "Thank you, Master, for telling me all this."

Master Mingzheng said: "It is up to you to decide how to go in the future."

Zhan Shixuan knelt down and bowed to Master Mingzheng, saying, "Thank you very much, Master, for your teachings."

The master smiled and said, "Well, it's late at night. You should go back and take a medicinal bath first. If you go back too late, Doctor Wu will be angry."

As soon as Zhan Shixuan left, the young monk led a person to the door of Master Mingzheng and said, "Abbot, there is a donor named Li who wants to see you."

Master Mingzheng immediately smiled and said, "It's Donor Li who has arrived. Hurry up and bring Donor Li in!"

The joy in Master Mingzheng's tone made the little monk feel how much he valued this donor Li.

The young monk put his hands together and said to Li Zhuosheng, "Amitabha, Mr. Li, please follow me."

As soon as the door opened, Master Mingzheng was already making tea himself.

The young monk concealed his surprise and hurried forward to help: "Abbot, let me make the tea."

Master Mingzheng made no secret of his love for Li Zhuosheng.

He pushed away the little monk's hand and said, "Donor Li is a very extraordinary man. He will surely be a great man in the future. It is my honor to make tea for him!"

The young monk no longer insisted, but brought a cushion to Li Zhuosheng and said, "Donor Li, please take a seat."

This was obviously not Li Zhuosheng's first time here.

He sat down skillfully and said, "Thank you, Master."

Master Mingzheng personally poured tea for Li Zhuosheng and said, "The Spring Examination will be held in March next year. Are you used to studying here?"

Li Zhuosheng replied: "The master has arranged it very well, and I am very used to it."

The young monk stood beside Master Mingzheng with his head lowered.

Master Mingzheng is famous throughout the country and meets no less than a hundred pilgrims every year. Over the years, he has been serving Master Mingzheng. Only donor Li can have Master Mingzheng personally make tea for him, and they can meet late at night.

This just shows that Master Mingzheng has a different attitude towards Li Zhuosheng and that he likes him very much.

The young monk listened to their conversation carefully.

However, there was nothing special to talk about. They only talked about the imperial examination next spring and academic matters.

Li Zhuosheng answered fluently, and Master Mingzheng's eyes were full of joy and expectation.