37 years old, I became a harem concubine

Haruko was taken aback by the question.

emperor?

The emperor was too far away from them, except for the visit to Chen's mansion in the early morning, there was no other interaction, and that time she didn't have the courage to look up to see what the emperor looked like.

"Why did Madam suddenly ask about the emperor?" she asked Shen Huan.

Shen Huan pursed her lips, and said everything she heard just now: "Just now when I went out, I heard that an official from Shengjing City came to the nunnery and asked five people from the nunnery to enter the palace to chant scriptures and pray for Empress Dowager Yiren."

Qingzi was full of surprise: "These official missions are really useful. They come from such a long distance, but madam, what does this have to do with the emperor? They are praying for the Empress Dowager Yiren, not the emperor."

"And," Haruko said, "we can't enter the palace—"

Half of the words were still in her mouth, when Haruko suddenly realized, her voice changed a little, she couldn't believe it: "Madam, you want to enter the palace!?"

"Impossible, impossible, what can we do in the palace?"

"Why not."

Shen Huan looked at Qingzi and said to her: "We can discuss with the people in the nunnery to replace their two places and enter the palace openly."

He knew it was dangerous.

There is no room for jokes about the royal family. Once it is discovered that they pretended to be nuns and sneaked into the palace, they will face the crime of beheading, and no one can save them.

But after careful thinking just now, Shen Huan felt that this was the best way he could think of so far.

His eyes were firm, and he had made up his mind.

Qingzi put all doubts behind her: "Since the wife has already made up her mind, let's go ahead and do it, and just bring the servant along."

There are no years in the mountains.

Unknowingly, the sky outside the window gradually dimmed. When the last ray of light was about to be swallowed by the darkness, Huineng walked over holding an oil lamp and blocking the wind with one hand to prevent the lamp from being blown out: "Two benefactors, There is some urgent business in the nunnery today, dinner is a bit late, so hurry up and have dinner with the poor nun."

It was a bit windy tonight, making the trees whine.

The oil lamp that Huineng was holding was almost blown out, Shen Huan quickly stretched out her hand to cover it, and didn't let go until the light flame slowly stopped shaking after the gust of wind passed.

He nodded: "Thank you, Master Huineng."

"The benefactor is very polite."

Huineng was not good at words, he walked ahead with a lamp in his hand, and did not sit down when he reached the front room, but stood at the stove to distribute bowls and chopsticks to everyone.

What I ate was about the same as at noon, green vegetable porridge and multigrain steamed buns, tasteless, but very hungry.

Shen Huan ate slowly, and the corner of her eyes fell on Mrs. Mingguang.

Mrs. Mingguang was still worrying about the orders from the officials during the day. She picked up and put down a bowl of porridge several times, and Huineng sat down beside her after filling up the vegetarian food: "Master An is not feeling well? Do you want me to invite someone?" Doctor?"

Master Mingguang waved his hand: "It's not because of the incident during the day. You said that in our nunnery, who should go?"

The nunnery is such a big place, so you know everything you need to know.

Huineng thought about it seriously and said: "In our nunnery, you are the most suitable nunnery master, and others are not suitable."

Hui Jing, who was sitting on the other side of the nunnery master, was a little unhappy: "I think you are the most unsuitable person!"

Huineng nodded: "I'm really not suitable."

Huijing: "..."

This is what it feels like to put a fist on the cotton, Huijing didn't bother to tell her, and said to Master Mingguang, "In my opinion, it is enough for you to bring me and Huiwu Huijue Huiguang, the left and right are just mixed in the crowd Go through the motions and come back after a few rituals."

Huineng still said sternly: "Your sense organs are unclean, you will inevitably cause disasters if you enter the palace, it is best to stay in the nunnery."

Huijing was so angry that the top of her head was smoking: "Why are you talking!"

"Okay, what's the proper way?" Mrs. Mingguang was at a loss for this old enemy, and said to Huijing first, "The palace is no better than the outside. The rules are strict and there are many things. If you are not careful, you will cause trouble. If you are not careful, you will be punished. If it is serious, you will lose your life, if you still have this temper after entering the palace, you might as well stay in the nunnery."

"And you," Master Mingguang said after Huijing said Huineng, "you too, no matter how you say Huijing is your senior sister, how can you not forgive others."

Huineng Huijing was reprimanded and did not speak.

Master Mingguang looked at the two of them and sighed.

There are altogether 11 people in the nunnery, the two young ones are naturally excluded, and five of the remaining nine will be sent.

But most of them are women taken in by the old nunnery master who can't survive outside. It's okay to let them wash, cook and hoe the ground. When it comes to big occasions, not to mention themselves, Master Mingguang is worried.

In fact, what Huijing said is not unreasonable. She has a smart mind and quick turns, and at least she doesn't rush when encountering things. But her shortcomings are also obvious.

Master Mingguang thought about it for a while, and made a compromise: "First fix Huijing and Huineng, and I'll take a look at the remaining two. Or if any of you want to go, come and tell me."

The weather was cold, and everyone ate quickly. After eating, they returned to their respective rooms with oil lamps.

Shen Huan, who had listened to the words there, asked Qingzi to go back first, and went to the room where Master Mingguang lived alone.

Mrs. Ming Guang had already fallen asleep, and when she heard the knock on the door, she half-raised herself up and asked, "Who is it?"

Shen Huan said: "Master, it's me, Mrs. Shen."

Mrs. Mingguang put on her clothes and got up to open the door. Looking at Shen Huan, whose hair was blown by the wind, she stepped back to let him in.

She turned up the wick of the oil lamp, turned around and sat on the kang: "Come and sit, it will be warmer."

"The benefactor has something to do with the poor nun?"

Master Mingguang is too young, there are wrinkles around the corners of his eyes and lips, and his eyes are soft.

Shen Huan, who had a clear purpose, didn't make any detours, and said straightforwardly: "I want to use these things to make a deal with the teacher."

He put the things wrapped in cloth on Mrs. Mingguang's bed. The jewelry made of gold, silver and precious stones was so eye-catching that it reflected Mrs. Mingguang's face brightly.

Master Mingguang looked solemn: "What is the benefactor doing?"

Shen Huan said: "I know that the teacher is devoted to the Buddha and doesn't care about these red and white things, but just as the teacher said in the daytime, there is no income in the nunnery, so I can only stay in this remote small valley. If you have a headache, you have to wait for the doctor to come from a few miles away."

"With these things, the teacher can buy a piece of land around Shengjing City, build a nunnery, and recruit more disciples to make the nunnery more lively."

"When the nunnery is busy, people will naturally come to offer incense."

Shen Huan's voice is like a sea monster, confusing people's minds.

Master Mingguang looked at him: "It turns out that the benefactor came prepared, but the poor nun really can't figure it out. What can the benefactor do in this small mountain temple?"

There are many, Shen Huan didn't say, just smiled and said to Master Mingguang, "Actually, what I want is very simple, that is, it will not hurt the people in the nunnery, and it will not harm you, Master. For us, It’s a deal that benefits both parties.”

Master Mingguang looked a little struggling.

There are only a handful of people in this world who are not interested in money, let alone her poor nunnery master in a remote nunnery.

And when Shen Huan said that it would not hurt other people in the nunnery or herself, her heart wavered even more.

After a while, she asked Shen Huan: "What does the benefactor want the poor nun to do for you?"

Shen Huan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and let go of her slightly raised heart.

He said to Mrs. Mingguang: "I want the two places for the nunnery to enter the palace."

"You want to enter the palace!" Master Mingguang found it inconceivable. The palace is a place with strict inspections. Let alone a living person, even a fly flies in and has to find out the eighteen generations of its ancestors. impossible.

Although she wanted the money to improve the nunnery, she didn't want to lose her head, so she shook her head quickly: "This poor nun can't do anything about it, the benefactor should go quickly."

"Master, don't worry, it's actually very simple for you."

"My maidservant and I are already "dead people" in this world. As long as we use our status as people in the nunnery, we can seamlessly bury this matter."

"As for the two people whose identities were replaced, the teacher can give them a sum of money to let them leave here and never come back." Shen Huan can actually see that, except for Huineng, no one in the nunnery is willing Those who stay here are forced to stay here, living a life of poverty and poverty.

As long as you give the two nuns whose identities were replaced by him and Qingzi a sum of money, they will definitely leave happily.

At that time, they will be alive in the palace, and Mingguang Shitai, who will be killed if they confess their true origins, will definitely stand by their side.

Master Mingguang was not stupid, so he also thought of this, and reached out to grab the gold and silver jewelry in his hands: "The benefactor is really good at calculating and strategizing."

"It's too late today, I'll shave you and your maid tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mrs."

Shen Huan closed the door of Mrs. Mingguang, and walked to the house alone.

His hands hanging by his side dissipated heat, and his mind was clear.

Starting tomorrow, he and Shen Huan's name will be completely cut off and become someone else.

Perhaps, a young widow?

Or maybe, a disheartened and frustrated person?

However, it was no longer Shen Huan.

This name given to him by his father will eventually become an unspeakable secret.

The clouds in the sky were blown away by the wind at some point, and became much thinner. A few stars hung high, looking down at him.

Shen Huan pushed open the door, shook the fine snow on her head, took off her shoes, stretched her feet into the warm kang, and gave a slap in the face.

Haruko, who hadn't fallen asleep and waited for him, took his feet up to her stomach: "How is it, ma'am, is everything going well?"

"Well, Master Mingguang will shave us tomorrow."

"I still need a shave." Qingzi opened her eyes wide, bent over to touch Shen Huan's heavy bun, "Madam's hair is so good, it's a pity to shave it."

Shen Huan's hair has been thick, black and shiny since she was a child, and she looks good no matter what bun she wears and what headgear she wears.

Qingzi suddenly whispered: "I haven't seen you wearing Qi clothes yet. I used to see those Qi people's grandmas wearing them, and I was always afraid that they would stumble."

"You know I'm going to wear a Qi suit? Maybe I can't do anything in the palace and come back again."

Haruko shook her head: "I knew it."

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Today's update.

I caught a cold, and I filled a trash can with paper to wipe my nose after writing a chapter.