37 years old, I became a harem concubine

His parents are dead, and the Chen family can't go back. He is like a duckweed without roots, floating without direction.

But based on the current him, wanting to take revenge on Lu Shi and Chen Miaoyi is tantamount to wishful thinking.

After taking a bath and changing into dry clothes, Shen Huan put away the clothes and jewelry she wore from Tainan Valley. Although these things came from dirty sources, they were worth a lot of money, and might solve many urgent problems .

"Almsgiver, the fast is ready, do you want to use it now?" Huineng's voice sounded outside the door as soon as the master and servant finished packing.

Shen Huan opened the door, and Huineng stood outside.

He smiled and said to Huineng: "Thank you, master, where is Su Zhai used?"

Huineng replied: "Our nunnery is small, except for the two orphans we picked up, there are only nine people, so we all eat vegetarian food together. If the two benefactors don't mind it, they can use it with us."

"Where would I dislike it? My maidservant and I are very grateful to have a meal with the masters."

"Then come with me."

Huineng was not a talkative person, so he turned around and left after speaking, and after walking two steps, he turned around and waited for them.

Shen Huan felt that this Huineng was open-minded, and he couldn't make troubles. It was much easier to get along with such a person.

Shen Huan took Qingzi to follow, shoulder to shoulder with her, and said casually while walking: "When we came here, we only saw this nunnery. How could the masters think of settling here?"

Huineng's voice was rough, and he replied: "I was picked up by the nunnery master more than 30 years ago. At that time, there were only her and me in the nunnery. I heard from the nunnery master that this was not a nunnery, but an ordinary residence. The son of the family has done a big business in Shengjing City, so he gave the house to the old nunnery master, firstly for the old nunnery master to live in, and secondly for the old nunnery master to take care of the house by the way."

"Later, the old nunnery master rescued a few poor women and two orphans, and it became the nunnery that the two benefactors saw."

"What about the old nunnery master?" It sounds like the old nunnery master is a kind-hearted person.

Huineng's eyes were a little dim: "The old nunnery master was infected with the wind and cold in the winter of the previous year, and he didn't survive it, and passed away."

"I'm sorry," Shen Huan could see that Huineng had a lot of affection for the old nunnery master, and she knew that she had inadvertently asked about other people's sad things, so she expressed her apology to her.

Huineng shook his head: "The old nunnery master went away very peacefully, the benefactor does not need to apologize."

"Furthermore, for Buddhists, death is not the end."

While they were talking, they had already reached the second room in the front yard. There was a large stove built in the room, and a large iron pot was placed on the stove, which was steaming hot.

A long unpainted table stood in the middle of the wing, and the benches were full of people.

When Huineng brought Shen Huan and Qingzi in, all eyes in the room turned to him.

Obviously, like everyone else, she was wearing fat and big, old gray cotton gowns to the feet, but Shen Huan was as bright as a fairy concubine who fell into a nunnery, with white skin, moist lips, slender and long. The slim figure, even the gray cotton gown that reaches the feet has become a rarity.

Huijing said to a nun who was older than her: "Master Shen, this is Lord Shen and her maid who came to stay in our nunnery," then turned her head and said to Shen Huan, "Master Shen, this is the master of our nunnery. Mrs. Mingguang."

"Amitabha," Master Mingguang clasped his hands together and called out the Buddha's name, looking benevolent.

Shen Huan was not like in the past, judging people by their appearance, secretly separated her heart, clasped her palms together in return: "It's so disturbing, I hope Master will not dislike you."

"Hui Jing has already told me about this in detail. I heard that Benefactor Shen is from Jiangnan?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you come to Shengjing to visit relatives? Jiangnan is thousands of miles away from Shengjing, and it's very cold. Benefactor Shen's family is not afraid of the dangers on the road."

This Master Mingguang is not as easy to dismiss as Hui Jing, Shen Huan carefully considered the words, and said with a sad expression, "To tell the truth, if it is not necessary to make this trip, my family will not come here every year. "

"The old man in the family had a relapse of cough as soon as winter entered, and his body was weak day by day, and he was about to die. He dragged his breath and wanted to see his youngest daughter who was married in Shengjing a few years ago."

"My husband has been filial since he was a child. When he learned that my father had this idea, he brought me from Jiangnan to Shengjing in spite of the wind and snow. He never thought that when he was officially admitted, he was surrounded by a group of thieves who took the belongings we brought. Not counting, but killing people.”

"My husband and servants were brutally killed by thieves, and only this maid and I escaped."

What Shen Huan said was true, and the doubts in Mrs. Mingguang's heart were dispelled.

She felt that she was just worrying too much this time, so she hurriedly asked Huineng to bring Shen Huan and Qingzi over to sit down, and served Shen Huan a bowl of porridge with whole grains: "The people here are all poor people, let's eat something first." abdomen."

"Master Xie." Shen Huan obediently took the bowl and took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube.

The food in the nunnery was not very good. Everyone had a bowl of porridge made from coarse corn stubble and sorghum rice, and black steamed buns made from unknown grains.

A little throaty, but very full.

Shen Huan just drank half a bowl of porridge and half a steamed bun and couldn't eat any more.

Those two little girls had big appetites, so they ate their portion early on, and kept looking into Shen Huan's bowl and hands.

Shen Huan waved to them, and the two little girls shyly rubbed the corners of their clothes, blushing.

But in the end, he couldn't resist the temptation to eat, so he walked up to Shen Huan.

Shen Huan handed them the porridge and steamed buns in the bowl: "Eat it, I will be careful when eating, not dirty."

Master Mingguang saw it in his eyes and said: "Here, how can I know what is dirty or not. It can fill my stomach and raise them up."

"In the past few years, the times were bad, and it was common for farmers to lose their dolls. If the old nunnery master hadn't saved a few mouthfuls of hot rice soup, neither of them would be able to save them."

Shen Huan asked her: "Why don't you move to a place closer to Shengjing, where there are more people, and more people come to burn incense and worship Buddha."

"Moving to another place, the place to live is a big problem. Here at least there are tiles on the head and ground under the feet."

"With so many mouths, there is a lot of food to eat in a day, and there is no money left in the nunnery. I am afraid that I will run out of food when I go out."

"Although this place is a bit dilapidated and remote, at least it is recognized by the government's book, and you can still get some relief every year. If you go to other places, you will have nothing."

Shen Huan had never been in contact with nunneries before, and it was the first time she knew that the government would also register nunneries and temples outside.

Seeing that he was interested, Master Mingguang was too idle to tell him about the twists and turns.

It turned out that in the past few years, these nunneries and temples did not need to be registered. As long as there were monks and nuns, a stall could be set up.

As a result, there were many false monks and nuns who bluffed and deceived, and several major cases were caused.

After the current sage ascended the throne, all temples and nunneries were restricted to register with the government within a certain period of time through a letter from the officials.

After such a pass, a lot of shams were screened out, and the atmosphere has improved a lot.

The old nunnery master here is literate and proficient in Buddhism, so much so that everyone in the nunnery can read and write.

Shen Huan, who once had a relationship with the current sage Yu Wenyue, did not expect to hear about him in this remote nunnery, and felt a strange feeling in her heart.

After dinner, Master Mingguang took the nuns in the nunnery to the main hall to chant scriptures and worship Buddha.

Both Shen Huan and Qingzi were not Buddhists, so they went back to the wing.

Shen Huan listened to the sound of chanting sutras, which seemed to be singing but not singing, and gradually became drowsy, but she couldn't close her eyes anyway, thinking about many things in her heart.

Haruko had nothing to do, just watched him from the side.

Suddenly, a man's voice came from the front hall, speaking in a familiar official accent.

Shen Huan sat up from the kang, her whole body tensed.

Was it someone from Tainan Valley who came here?

He closed the door immediately, listened carefully with his ears up, and made eye contact with Haruko, ready to run at any time.

But listening to it, Shen Huan felt that she didn't look like someone from Tainan Valley, and there were words like "Jinggong" and "Empress Dowager Yiren" in it.

Could it be that this remote nunnery still hides dragons and crouching tigers?

Shen Huan didn't know what she was thinking at this moment, so she asked Qingzi to stay in the room, and quietly touched the junction of the front hall and the back house, separated by a wall, to listen to the movement there.

I only heard Master Mingguang say eagerly: "My lord, we are a rural nunnery here. There is no one who is proficient in Buddhism. Praying for the Empress Dowager Yiren is a big task, and I really can't do it."

The male voice said: "If it weren't for the fact that there are too many important nuns this time, we can't find this number in Shengjing City, and we wouldn't come here to make things difficult for you. Look, we still ran so far in such cold weather, our hands and feet are almost freezing broken."

"I'll leave it here. Five days later, your nunnery will send five people to report to the Ministry of Rites. Remember, every nunnery is registered, and it won't work if one or a half is missing."

"Ah!!!" As soon as he finished speaking, the official sneezed loudly, and left the remote nunnery without waiting for a moment, leaving the embarrassing Mingguang Shitai standing there.

When Shen Huan heard these words, a crazy idea suddenly appeared in her head.

enter the palace...

Yes, isn't his best way out now is to enter the palace?

After entering the palace, he can find Chen Miaoyi.

After entering the palace, Mrs. Lu has nothing to fear.

But why did he enter the palace?

Today's sage, Yu Wenyue, just passed his 25th birthday at the beginning of the year. He is in the prime of life, the proud son of heaven.

What about him?

He is already 37 years old and married Chen Fangyue.

Shen Huan clasped her hands on the wall unconsciously, and didn't return to the house until a thin layer of snowflakes fell on her body.

Seeing the snowflakes all over his body, Haruko came up to wipe him off with a handkerchief, and stopped after wiping, "Ma'am, what are you thinking about?"

Shen Huan looked at him in a daze, then came back to her senses: "No, it's nothing."

Then suddenly asked Qingzi: "What kind of person do you think the emperor is?"

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