37 years old, I became a harem concubine

Lingyun Mountain is the most precipitous mountain on the outskirts of the capital. The Putuo Temple is built on the middle of the mountain. The road leading to the mountain is only a winding stone path that only allows two people to walk side by side.

When they arrived at Putuo Temple, all the masters in Chen's house were weak in their waists and knees, and hurriedly asked the servants to ask if there was any free meditation room.

Soon, the boy came back with two masters from the monastery.

The two masters already knew the identity of Chen Fangyue, and led a group of people straight to the southeast of the temple: "These meditation rooms have just been vacated, and benefactor Chen can see if they are available.

There are eight meditation rooms in one courtyard, and each meditation room has the same width and the same layout.

They are so spoiled and spoiled that they naturally don't want to be crowded like this, but just now the people in the Chen residence saw familiar faces in the capital, and they were also led by two masters to live in the meditation room not far from them, and no one said anything .

Besides, they are all exhausted, and now they just want to have a bed, wash their faces and rest for a while.

Maids and servants came in and out to clean up, carrying basin after basin of cold mountain spring water.

There was no spare room, so Shen Huan and Chen Fangyue lived in a meditation room.

Qingzi twisted the handkerchief and handed him to wipe his face and hands, and quietly looked at Chen Fangyue who was being served by the old servant.

"Let's go out to see the excitement. It's windy on the mountain, and it's cooler than staying indoors."

As he said that, he called the nanny and Qingzi, and went out without saying hello to Chen Fangyue.

The old servant took the handkerchief from Chen Fangyue after wiping his hands, and said: "There are only two people around Madam, why don't you send another person to follow, so as not to cause any accidents."

Chen Fangyue raised his hands and sat down on the chair: "Let him go, there are many monks in Putuo Temple, and they know how to fight, nothing will happen."

Chen Fangyue regretted disposing of that maid in her heart, which made Shen Huan angry.

So Shen Huan didn't want to see him these days, and he didn't move forward, and waited until his anger subsided.

But it seems that Shen Huan's anger is a little bit big, and there is no sign of letting go.

"Ahem..." Chen Fangyue coughed twice.

The old servant hastily took out the medicine bottle and poured out a brown pill: "Master, this cough has been going on for some time, and it hasn't healed yet!"

"The relapse of the old problem is expected, and it will be fine after the winter."

The old servant frowned: "If it wasn't for your wife to get angry with you, how could you think too much and cause old illnesses."

"The master is too indulgent with his wife. Which wife is like this, blatantly throwing face at his master, not to mention disposing of a little maid, even punishing the Wu family next to his wife, the wife can't get angry with you."

The old servant babbled and put the medicine bottle back.

He didn't like it when Shen Huan entered the door.

A housewife, like, like a goblin, unseemly, hooking on the master.

He was still unclear with King Xiangjun, embarrassing the master.

According to him, such a woman can only be immersed in a pig cage, and she can only live in peace after death.

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Mount Putuo is built close to the mountain, with well-proportioned heights.

Shen Huan had to put on her veiled hat as soon as she came out, and walked to a place with few people, and finally let him find a good place.

He took off his veiled hat, and greeted Nanny and Qingzi: "It's cool here, sit down and let the wind blow."

A small waterfall half a foot wide was in front of the three of them, and the water pool that had been washed out for many years was crystal clear, with small fish and shrimps scurrying around, surrounded by lush trees.

There happened to be a few large stones by the pool, enough for the three of them to sit on.

The breeze is not dry, clear and quiet.

Shen Huan was so comfortable that she couldn't restrain her good mood, and hummed a song adapted from Mr. Miaosheng's story.

Suddenly, looking at the pool, he bent down to take off his shoes, and threw a pair of white silk socks on the stone.

Nanny and Haruko were taken aback: "Ma'am, what are you doing?!"

"The water is very cool. Nanny, you are on it. Haruko comes down to play." He impatiently lifted his skirt and walked into the water. Importantly, this is something he has never done.

He turned his head, his eyes smiled into two small crescents, "Just now a school of small fish swam past my feet, and I didn't move."

His smile was brighter than the scorching sun in the sky, shining brightly and warmly in people's hearts.

The nanny and Haruko who still wanted to stop them suddenly didn't want to stop them anymore.

The nanny stood by the pool: "Madam, please lift up your skirt so it doesn't get wet, Haruko, go and look at your wife."

"Hey." Haruko responded, grabbed her skirt and trousers into the water, and the cool water flooded her calves.

"Cool down."

"Cool, from the bottom of the feet to the top of the head."

Suddenly a palm-sized fish swam out of the aquatic plants and swam around their legs with its tail wagging.

The monks in the temple are vegetarians, so they will not disturb them. They are not afraid of people at all, and a palm-sized one foolishly bumped into Shen Huan's leg.

Shen Huan froze, suddenly bent down to catch the fish, and the skirt she was holding fell on the water.

"Ma'am!" Haruko hurried over and pulled him down the wet skirt.

Shen Huan grasped the fish and approached her: "It's hot, it will dry up in a while, you take a few stones and make a small hole in the shallow water, catch a few more, and eat fish at night."

"Madam, this is a temple, how can the masters let you cook fish?"

"..." Shen Huan didn't expect this, thought for a while and said, "Then let's put them away after playing."

"Good lady, then be careful, don't slip and fall." Qingzi took the fish in his hand, waded into the water to the place where the water just covered the back of his feet, and then surrounded it with stones to catch the fish. Put the fish in it.

Few people come here, the water in the pool is clear, and there are many small fish and shrimps in the pool.

There are also small screws that are pulled on the stone wall, and small stones that have been washed round at the bottom of the pool.

Shen Huan's voice spread from the pool to the gazebo above the waterfall, and the middle-aged monk in a gray robe raised his hand to refill a cup of tea for the person opposite him: "Try the rough mountain tea I roasted by myself, it has a special taste."

The gazebo is covered by lush trees, and the upper part cannot be seen from the water pool, but the lower part can be seen clearly from the upper part.

An exceptionally beautiful woman came out of the water with bare feet and sat on a big rock on the bank. "Her" dress was soaked from the knees and stuck tightly to her legs.

"She" stretched her head and looked around, pulled the wet dress away from her legs, revealing her slender and white calves and feet, moving her round and lovely fingers.

Yu Wenyue took the tea handed over by the monk: "Brother Huang's craftsmanship has improved, and it tastes better than last year's."

Called Brother Huang by him, there was nothing unusual on the monk's face. Anyway, Yu Wenyue has such a domineering temper, so he will not give in to what he decides.

No, it should be said that all the men in Yuwen's family have this temper.

Yu Wenyue was like this, he was like this, and so was the dead emperor.

But this kid is so narcissistic that he still feels that no one is worthy of him.

Sensing that Yu Wenyue's gaze fell on the bottom of the pool, Zhong An followed his gaze, but saw nothing.

Yu Wenyue suddenly said: "Being beautiful but being close to a monster is auspicious."

"The spiritual temple is here, and all the Buddhas are there. The donor may have a demon in his heart, and he will see the demon."

Yu Wenyue put down the bamboo teacup: "The demon in Brother Huang's heart can be eliminated."

Zhong An was taken aback, slowly closed his eyes, and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk's cultivation is still shallow...he hasn't penetrated yet."

He was sitting, and Yu Wenyue was standing. Looking from Yu Wenyue, one could see that his eyebrows had been mixed with some silver.

The former emperor had many concubines and many heirs.

There is also a big age difference between Huang Xiong and him, more than 20 years old.

When he was still a milk baby, the emperor's elder brother was already a prince, and he was in charge of the government. Not only was he praised by the first emperor, but his mother was also honored by his son. Finally, he was promoted from a virtuous concubine to an imperial concubine, only one step away from the posthumous position. .

However, no one expected that a family feast would turn the princess into a jade concubine, the prince into a monk in Putuo Temple, and the imperial concubine to die in closed palace.

Shen Huan shivered as she walked, the nanny was startled, and put her hand on his forehead: "I shouldn't have let you play in the water, what should you do if you catch a cold, go back and take a hot bath quickly to let the cold air out Just come out."

"It's okay." Shen Huan obediently lowered her head to let the nanny check, and rubbed her ears, "I don't know who is talking about me behind my back. Look, are your ears red and hot?"

When the nanny saw that her ears were red, she immediately clapped her hands together.

This is a small custom here, children and adults have hot and red ears, someone must be talking bad about you behind your back, slap your hands to scare you away.

But the nanny was still worried, and grabbed him and rushed back.

Suddenly, the three masters and servants had just entered the yard, and the maidservant next to the eldest grandma Jia came over with a vegetarian meal: "Greetings to my wife, my grandma Chai and my servant brought a vegetarian meal. I was afraid that my wife would lose my appetite, so I asked my maidservant to prepare some for the house." Pickled snacks."

The vegetarian restaurant in Putuo Temple is famous far and wide, but it looks extremely simple, a dish of shallots mixed with tofu, a dish of vegetarian roasted radish, a dish of vegetarian soup, and a small bowl of fragrant and soft rice.

What Jia made was a dish of pickled fine vegetables, tender vegetable seedlings with cornel and vinegar, just smelling it made your mouth water.

It's great to eat this in such weather.

Shen Huan asked the maid to go back to the house.

Chen Fangyue was not there, and he didn't know where he had gone.

This is just right, lest the big eyes look small, and no one is uncomfortable.

Several vegetarian dishes were placed on the table one by one, and Shen Huan asked the nanny and Qingzi to use them together.

The two didn't refuse, anyway, the three of them, master and servant, were used to eating together, Qingzi said: "I'm afraid this is not enough, servant girl will go and get two more."

"Okay, go and come back quickly."

After playing for a long time, Shen Huan was hungry. Looking at the hot and sour pickled vegetables, her stomach growled. She couldn't wait to pick up two pieces and ate them with rice. It was so spicy that he picked up a piece and brought it to the nanny's mouth.

"The pickled vegetables in Jia's house are really good. Go back and ask her for a recipe. Make more and save it for the New Year."

The nanny also thought it was good: "Okay, I will ask Grandma when I get back."

As she was talking, Shen Huan felt a little dizzy in front of her eyes, and quickly supported the table to sit down. He shook his head: "Nurse, I'm a little dizzy, help me to sit on the kang."

The nanny stretched out her hand to help him, but she fell limply to the ground as soon as she took a step. Shen Huan hurried to pull him, but she didn't pull him up, and she lay down limply.

Dazedly, he saw two people coming in, and when he tried to take a closer look, his eyes suddenly went dark.

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