37 years old, I became a harem concubine

The old man was going to the incense shop to deliver incense, and said goodbye to them after sending them into the city.

Master Mingguang asked for directions all the way, and took Shen Huanqingzi and Huineng Huijing to the Ministry of Rites, but soon they found that there was no need to ask for directions. From time to time, they could see nuns in gray, white and black robes on the street. go in one direction.

When I arrived at the Ministry of Rites, it was even more crowded, and even in the winter, I could sweat my forehead.

Qingzi, who had already changed her dharma name to Huiyi, approached Shen Huanwei's hat, and said in a low voice, "That nun is really magnificent."

Following Mrs. Mingguang and the others, Shen Huan, who was standing in the corner, looked over following her words, and saw dozens of nuns in white robes and white hats standing in the field closest to the gate of the Ministry of Rites. , the leader is not very old, with a serious face and a majestic appearance.

Holding a treasured Zen staff in one hand, and the Buddhist beads in the other hand are actually green jade.

Look at the five of them again, there are patches on the robes, and the beads are made of wood that can be seen everywhere. Although they are both nuns, one is in the sky and the other is in the ground.

Even the nuns around them didn't seem to understand where the government found poor people like them, and no one came over to say hello.

Shen Huan smiled.

Who said that people can escape this world of mortals, most of them are impervious to ginseng.

Suddenly, when more and more people were pouring into the open space, and they could not even breathe out their last breath, a man dressed in official clothes came out surrounded by more than a dozen officers and soldiers. He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and said: " I, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Zhao Zhi, I will be fully responsible for the chanting and praying for Empress Dowager Yiren this time when everyone enters the palace."

"Now, let's check their identities one by one according to the order of government registration."

Zhao Ting was the mascot of the Ministry of Rites, and after speaking eloquently, he turned around and went back.

Those who stayed here were people from the Ministry of Rites, who took over his shift and shouted loudly with the booklet: "Jinguangan, 53 people!"

The nuns in white robes who Haruko said were magnificent heard that Jinguang Temple, which was ranked first, was led by a nun holding a Zen staff to salute the official.

The officials then checked the name, age and physical characteristics recorded in the brochure one by one, and after confirming that they were correct, the officials took them aside and called the next nunnery.

The first ones to be called were the ones with a large number of people. The famous nunnery near Shengjing, like Jinguang nunnery, was a royal temple.

Pudu Nunnery, Luomei Nunnery, Wugou Nunnery, etc. are all well-known temples in Shengjing City with strong incense.

The number of people in the open space gradually decreased, more and more nunneries were called, and the surroundings of Shen Huan became empty.

In the end, only them are left.

The official of the Ministry of Rites, who could read with smoke in his throat, looked at the last name on the booklet, feeling deeply relieved, and hurriedly said: "Shaoliang'an, Shaoliang'an."

With a thump in her heart, Shen Huan secretly clenched her hands and walked behind Mrs. Mingguang.

The official looked at them and asked Mrs. Mingguang: "You five belong to Shaoliang'an. Why are you still wearing a veiled hat? Take it off quickly."

Mrs. Mingguang took off the veiled hat and said: "It's too windy and snowy on the road, wear a veiled hat to keep out the wind and snow, and hope that the Lord will forgive you." Huineng Huijing, Shen Huan and Qingzi behind them also took it.

He just planned to casually glance at the faces of the officials facing him, and suddenly, he was dumbfounded.

Not only him, but the officers and soldiers next to him were also dumbfounded.

"You, come forward." He pointed at Shen Huan.

Master Mingguang and others who knew what was going on inside were all very high-minded, and they were afraid that something would be missed here.

Shen Huan's expression was as usual, she stepped forward neither humble nor overbearing, and bowed to the officials: "The poor nun Daochuo, I have met your lord."

He was wearing a patched gray cotton robe and a gray hat on his head. His skin was like jade, and his eyebrows and eyes were beautiful and inhuman. Even if he was covered by the wide and fat robe, he could still tell from the outline of the robe. What a graceful figure.

It doesn't look like a monk, it's like the evil thing sealed by the Buddha and Bodhisattva turned into a human form.

The official hesitated for a while, and said with a dry voice: "Are you Daocuo?"

"Yes."

He looked at Shen Huan, then lowered his head to look at the brochure: "Registered by the government, you were born in Hongyuan in 43, 37 years old?"

"Yes." There are so many coincidences in the world. The original Dao Chuo was born in the same year as Shen Huan, but the month was different. She was in February, and Shen Huan was the day before New Year's Eve, the 29th of the twelfth lunar month.

The official was still a little confused. He looked at Shen Huan and then at the brochure, and finally put a mark on it: "Go, there will be an ox cart to take you into the palace. The nunnery."

"Thank you, my lord." Shen Huan folded her hands together, nodded, put on her veiled hat, and went to the side with Master Mingguang and the others. There was already an ox cart waiting there, sending them into the palace one after another.

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In the palace, the concubines stayed in their own palace obediently.

Recently, the Empress Dowager is praying for Empress Dowager Yiren's birthday, which is not pleasing to anyone, and no one dares to find it in front of her.

But it was the emperor's will to pray for Empress Dowager Yiren, and they dared not say that it was wrong, so they could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, and stayed behind closed doors.

Empress Wulanara is a smart person, so naturally she would not do stupid things like leaning on one side to please another. She looked at the armor set she had just brought from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and said to the nanny: "Those for Yi Have all the nuns that Empress Dowager Ren prayed for have entered the palace?"

The nanny gently rubbed her shoulders: "I just entered the palace this morning, and I guess I have settled down in the palace now... Your Majesty, I heard that the Empress Dowager is not feeling well these two days, do you want to go and see?" ..."

"What is Bengong going to do, you don't know whether she is really bad or not?"

"This is forcing the emperor to bow his head and cancel the matter of praying for Empress Dowager Yiren."

"My servant knows, but the emperor has always respected the empress dowager, and you can show your filial piety and make a good name for the emperor by visiting the empress dowager."

"Sometimes your brain is easy to use, and sometimes it's useless." Ulanara put down her hands, "I ask you, who raised the emperor?"

The mother said: "Empress Dowager Yiren."

"You know this, why can't you figure it out?"

Back then, the Empress Dowager entered the palace and was sealed as a permanent presence based on her appearance, and she was pregnant once she was lucky.

But according to the rules set by the ancestors, concubines below the status of concubines are not allowed to raise princes and daughters, so the queen dowager who was always there took refuge in the concubine Deshu at that time, who was later the empress dowager Yiren, and the children born were also Naturally, she was brought to Concubine Deshu to be raised.

Concubine De Shu was incapable of giving birth due to dystocia in her early years, so she loved Yu Wenyue very much, and even loved the queen mother. She often called people to talk to her, and let her meet Yu Wenyue by the way, so as not to make mother and child strange.

Later, when Yu Wenyue grew up, several grown-up princes in the palace fought to the death, fearing that he would be affected, Concubine De Shu sent him to the border. Although it was a bit bitter, it was safe.

No one expected that the highly respected eldest prince would rebel against his concubine Yu and now become rich in Mount Putuo, but he came from behind and overwhelmed those princes who were ten or twenty years older than him to become emperor.

Therefore, although the Empress Dowager Yiren did not give birth to Yuwenyue, she had already surpassed her biological mother, the empress dowager, in Yuwenyue's place. If she hadn't died of a serious illness the year Yuwenyue ascended the throne, the two empress dowagers in the harem might be so lively now.

Only then did Mammy realize that she almost did something bad with good intentions, and slapped herself: "This servant is stupid, not as thoughtful as your mother."

"Okay, okay," the queen leaned on the pillow, raised her armored hand, and said to the nanny, "I have a severe headache recently, go and see if the nuns who entered the palace are suitable. Come and read me two passages of Buddhist scriptures."

"Yes, servant girl, let people go now."

After receiving the things, the nunnery and others who were being led back by the maid had just entered the Cining Gate, and were about to walk through the path on the right, when the leading maid suddenly performed a blessing ceremony and greeted an elderly nun : "I've seen Nanny Zhao, why is Nanny Zhao here?"

"The Empress has been troubled by a headache recently, so she ordered me to come to the Great Buddha Hall to find a master and recite two Buddhist scriptures." As she spoke, she walked over, her eyes swept over the faces of the nunnery and the others.

Shen Huan remembered her. Every year when she came to the palace to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday, she would serve the Queen personally. She had seen herself.

Shen Huan lowered her head as low as she could, and turned slightly to the other side.

Naturally, the ones walking in front were Jinguang Nunnery, Pudu Nunnery, and Wugou Nunnery. When they heard that they were chanting scriptures for the Mother of a Nation, they couldn't help but straighten their backs.

Fortunately, their hard work was not in vain, so Mammy Zhao took a general look at Jin Guangan's teacher.

Shen Huan exhaled hard, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it's a good thing he didn't stand in front, otherwise all plans would be in vain.

As the saying goes, shoot the bird that stands out, this sentence is really true.

The maid didn't dare to delay the people around the empress, so she sent them away respectfully and took the rest of the nunnery into the row of palaces behind the Palace of Compassion and Peace, and said to them: "Masters will live here from today onwards. , the next thing will be informed by a special person."

It has to be said that the rules of the people in the palace can't find a single fault, even a salute is pleasing to the eye.

Together, the five people from Shaoliang Temple chose a room on the side to live in.

Because it was praying for Empress Dowager Yiren, prayer flags were hung up and down in the Cining Palace, and even the bedding used in the room was plain. Shen Huan looked at the spacious kang in the room, and said to Master Mingguang: " Let's rest earlier today, we don't know what will be arranged tomorrow, don't make mistakes because of fatigue."

"You're right, wash up and go to sleep."

The surrounding houses were full of people from other nunneries. At first, there was a thin voice, and slowly, it fell into silence.

Sleeping against the wall, Shen Huan, who was separated from Huineng Huijing by Qingzi, was still asleep. He looked at the window paper that was blown by the wind, wondering what he was thinking.

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