Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Jia Ling's Double Rebirth, Creates a Great Success

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The room was hung everywhere with the prayer flags that Ruyi was familiar with.

But Ruyi didn't notice anything wrong, because she only had a vague understanding of this. She just felt that the colorful prayer flags were not in harmony with the plain furnishings in the Zen room.

And the old monk behind had a tear falling from his turbid eyes. The tear fell to the ground and soaked the originally light grey dust into brown.

"My lord, we have seen it all. This place has been sealed for many years. It is full of dust. It is better to leave."

Ruyi seemed not to have heard and actually leaned against the door frame: "Old man, what do you use those prayer flags on the table for?"

The monk looked far away, avoiding the important and focusing on the trivial. He removed the most secret part and said the unimportant part:

"My dear, the original intention of these prayer flags is to pray for good fortune and prosperity and to ward off disasters. They were just made for fun by the monk who used to live here."

Ruyi nodded. She simply understood the function of prayer flags as to ward off evil spirits.

Having satisfied her curiosity, Ruyi was unwilling to stay in this dirty place any longer, so she went to the main hall alone to burn a stick of incense.

And the old monk was still watching everything in the room.

Forty years ago, Emperor Kangxi built the Rehe Palace, established temples around it, and recruited monks.

While they were still in the south, they began to migrate in large numbers from their original temples, traveling long distances.

When they arrived in the Jiangnan area, they ran into an ascetic lama in the same dilapidated temple. The lama said that he had picked up a baby but could not afford to raise it, so he begged the old monks to take it in.

The next day, the lama left without saying goodbye.

The old monk and his companions brought the baby to Anyuan Temple in Rehe and settled down there.

The baby gradually grew into a little monk, but he had no interest in Zen Buddhism. Instead, he often went to nearby Pure Land Buddhist temples and Tantric Buddhist temples to listen to lectures.

The people in the temple did not restrict him. For those who practice cultivation, it does not matter what they practice.

But the young monk actually practiced it... He learned the Tantric technique of making prayer flags, but he embroidered people's names on them, regardless of life or death, which was a big taboo.

It's a forbidden technique.

At that time, they just wanted to give him a slight punishment, but they didn't expect that the monk would run away from home that night and never come back.

He only left a note, saying that he would become the most powerful master in the Qing Dynasty and asked all the nobles in the palace to believe in him.

Everyone in Anyuan Temple thought that the child was crazy. But when they saw the names on the prayer flags, they were shocked. The names embroidered on them were the names of everyone in Anyuan Temple.

In this way, more than 20 years passed, and the monks of Anyuan Temple died or dispersed. They never saw the child they had raised again in this life.

After burning incense in the main hall, Ruyi went to the courtyard, only to see the old monk sweeping the floor again. The room was still locked, as if everything that had just happened in the Zen room had never happened.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Ruyi hurried down the mountain.

The old monk looked at Concubine Xian's departing back and always felt that that stubborn expression was so familiar.

She didn't know that the last monk in Anyuan Temple passed away quietly that night.

When Ruyi went down the mountain, it was already completely dark. Lingzhi sat on a big rock by the roadside and counted the small stones on the ground.

As Lingzhi was counting the stones, she saw a pair of lake blue tassel embroidered shoes in front of her.

Looking up further, there is a stone blue skirt.

"Ah! Ghost!"

Lingzhi was so scared that she was about to run away with shaking hands, but she heard a hearty laugh: "Haha, Lingzhi, you are so timid."

Lingzhi cursed more than a dozen times in her mind, saying "you must be sick."

In the end, the maid's professionalism allowed her to suppress her anger and put on a caring smile:

"Master, why did you take so long? I was worried."

Ruyi asked Lingzhi to support her, and they walked towards the palace together. She said:

"There was a high monk in the temple. We had a connection. He said I was a person with wisdom, so we chatted for a while longer."

Lingzhi had not yet recovered from the shock and only answered perfunctorily:

"The master is smart."

In the palace, Yan Wan had just accompanied Yi Huan and Mu Ping to visit Xiao Shi and Xiao Twelve, and was walking on the way back to her own courtyard. Next to them was a quiet lake with rippling waves.

Looking at the stars in the sky and the moon under the clouds, Yan Wan thought of the scene just now in the Yanbo Zhishuang Palace with the princes, when Xiao Qi, Xiao Ba, and Xiao Jiu all stared with their big, shining eyes and shouted:

"Your Highness is so beautiful."

She was wearing a light blue gauze dress with flowers and birds on it today, and the rouge on her face was given to her by Jinzhong, who said it was a gift to celebrate the birth of a princess.

She can wear rouge of different shades, and under the moonlight, she is worthy of being called the most beautiful woman in the country.

Ling Yunche, who was guarding in the distance and hiding under a tree, saw the captivating Concubine Ling. He murmured: Yanwan, my Yanwan.

Yan Wan probably came here to meet him by chance.

At this moment, the elegant and noble Concubine Xian and the once bright and innocent Yan Wan were pulling at his mind. He thought that he could not betray Concubine Xian again.

Concubine Xian likes his plum blossoms so much.

And Yan Wan actually threw away their token of love - the ring.

Ling Yunche secretly thought that as long as Yan Wan accepted the ring again, he would forgive Yan Wan for hurting him before.

Thinking of this, he limped out from the shadows.

Because of the last caning, he could only drag his right leg forward, scraping on the ground and making a rustling sound.

"Yan... Good luck to Her Majesty Ling Fei. I, Ling Yunche, am here to pay my respects to Her Majesty Ling Fei."

Yanwan's good mood instantly fell to the bottom.

What kind of thing dares to appear in front of her?

"Someone come." Yan Wan was about to ask someone to drag Ling Yunche away or throw him into the lake, but she saw Ling Yunche groping for something in his arms.

"Empress Ling Fei, please give me a cup of tea and ask you to leave. I have something to say."

Wei Yanwan looked at Ling Yunche's big hands touching her chest with curiosity. She wanted to see what kind of drama Ling Yunche wanted to perform.

Chunchan sensibly took three steps back with his companions and turned around.

Ling Yunche fumbled for a long time and finally took out the ruby ​​ring of Yan Wuyunjian. He lowered his head and pressed his kiss on it.

Wei Yanwan's eyes narrowed. Half of her past life was lost because of this ring. When she was reborn in this life, she was still a little confused and actually gave it back to Ling Yunche.

Although the emperor has never seen her wearing this ring in this life, the ring has a pattern of a swallow dancing among the clouds, and the emperor is a suspicious person, so this ring is a hidden danger.

Now, he took out the ring himself. With such a good opportunity, she must destroy the ring.

After Ling Yunche kissed the ring, he held it between the two of them. Under the moonlight, there was still a trace of silver liquid on the ring.

Yan Wan almost couldn't help vomiting again.

"Yan Wan, do you still remember this ring? You gave it back to me at the beginning, and I knew you were angry. Now that you have given birth to the seventh princess, I will give it to you again."

Ling Yunche spoke with great emotion and held the ring closer to Yan Wan.

Yan Wan suppressed her nausea, smiled brightly, grasped the ring band, and took the ring.

Ling Yunche's eyes lit up, and he knew that Yan Wan was reluctant to let her go.

After getting the ring, Yan Wan put away her smile.

She swung her arm, turned her head, and threw the ring into the lake.

The ring sank to the bottom of the water without even making a splash.

Ling Yunche widened his eyes, pointed at Yan Wan in disbelief and said:

"Yan Wan, how could you do that? This is our token of love."

Yan Wan was in a good mood, with eyes curved: "What token of love? Who has feelings for you? Slander, pure slander."

Then, she turned around and looked at Chunchan: "Chunchan, let's go back."

Ling Yunche lay on the shore, looking at the water, muttering: "How could you throw it away? How could you not want it?"

Yan Wan walked past Ling Yunche and snorted, "If you want the ring, jump down and find it yourself. Jump!"

Of course Ling Yunche didn't dare to jump. His right leg was weak and he would surely die if he fell into the water.

He could only helplessly lie on the ground, patting the ground, and silently said in his heart: "Don't despise the poor middle-aged."

Yanwan left briskly with Chunchan and the others, without even looking at the bighead carp - Ling Yunche - who was curled up on the ground and flaring his gills as if in pain.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of a person on the other side of the river, arousing the other person's sympathy.