Traveling to the ancient harem

Outside the gate of Ciyuen Temple.

After shouting at the top of her lungs, Lian Zhen fainted from anger and anxiety. It was almost midnight before she slowly woke up and gradually became clear-headed.

She got up from the ground and leaned against the wall of the nunnery. The winter nights in Ciyu Nunnery were so cold. Why hadn't she noticed it before? She curled up, but it didn't work. This coldness seemed to come from her bones, chilling her heart to the bone.

She suddenly remembered that year when she was about to be thrown into the pig cage. It was also so cold and painful at that time. She was a little dazed at that time. It was her master who saved her. At that time, she looked at her master as if she saw a god. Since when did she start to be dissatisfied with her master?

It was when the master sent Yan Ge'er away. At that time, she was just complaining, complaining that the master could not tolerate this child, a little baby, and why couldn't he stay in the nunnery.

The time when she hated her master the most was probably when she handed over the abbot position to Guan Zhen, that bitch, before he passed away, and she had even filed a case with the government long ago. She was unwilling to accept this, because she worked so hard for the nunnery, wasn't it just for that position?

She hated it so much, hated her master's heartlessness, hated her own powerlessness, hated it so much that her heart ached. Finally, on the seventh day after her master's passing, the night when the dead were said to come back to life, she secretly nailed the peach wood stake that she had prepared long ago next to her urn. Since her master treated her like this, she shouldn't leave. She was trapped here without having to reincarnate. Look how good she was to her.

Lian Zhen felt like she was about to freeze to death. Waves of sleepiness came over her and she shook her head with all her might. She couldn't sleep. If she fell asleep, she wouldn't be able to wake up, and she wouldn't be able to see her brother Yan and her cousin.

Yes, she still has them, they are a family, she wants to go find them, she wants to return to secular life, she wants to be a good wife and mother, her good days are still ahead.

Lian Zhen used all her strength to get up and stumbled down the mountain. The belief of family reunion supported her, and she was not afraid of the intermittent roars of wild beasts along the way.

Since she was penniless when she was driven out, Lianzhen relied on the monk's robe that looked like it was made of good material to beg for alms along the way. Finally, at noon one day, she arrived at the county town where she was born.

She suddenly felt homesick and less confident. Could her cousin and her brother Yan really accept that she had been expelled from the nunnery?

Lian Zhen lied that she was tired from traveling and stopped at a kind farmer's house to rest. She didn't dare to go into the city during the day, fearing that someone she knew would recognize her. She dared to go in the past because she changed her clothes and put on a monk's hat, but now she only had this monk's robe and her face was exposed, so she decided to wait until night.

She waited until it was getting dark and the city gates were about to close before she said goodbye to the family and hurried into the city. When she arrived at the courtyard where Yan Ge'er lived, it was already very late. The people inside had fallen asleep, and the courtyard was dark and there was no movement at all.

Lian Zhen knocked on the door gently, and the sound was particularly clear in the silent night.

"Who?" It was the voice of the little girl named Xiaohong.

Lian Zhen didn't say anything and continued to knock a few more times.

"You don't answer anyone who knocks on the door." The light in the side room was turned on, and Xiaohong came out mumbling. She was wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket and shivering, looking very cold.

"Which one?" she asked through the door.

"It's me." Lian Zhen lowered her voice, fearing to alarm the neighbors.

"Is that Madam?" Xiaohong felt the voice was familiar, but was a little uncertain because Madam had never come back so late before.

"Open the door quickly, I'm your wife." Lian Zhen was a little anxious. This little girl was so hesitant and not decisive.

Xiaohong opened the door and welcomed Lianzhen in. Then she lit the oil lamp and turned around to knock on the young master's door again. She must let the young master know that the lady was here.

In fact, Yan Ge'er woke up when Xiaohong got up and went to the yard. He didn't say anything, but just put on some clothes and stood in front of the window. He opened the window a crack and watched the movements in the yard in the dim moonlight.

He saw Xiaohong open the door and let someone in. She recognized who it was by looking at the figure. He closed the window and was still thinking about what was going on when Xiaohong knocked on the door. He answered, put on his cotton-padded jacket, and walked out slowly. He called out, "Mom."

"Why are you here so late?" he asked worriedly.

"Brother Yan." Seeing him come out, Lian Zhen called out lovingly, walked up to him, felt the thickness of his cotton-padded jacket, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Studying must be very hard. We can talk tomorrow if we have anything to say. Xiaohong, clean up my bedroom. Brother Yan, go to bed first. You don't have to wait for me."

"Okay, I'll listen to mom." Yan Ge'er responded obediently, but he was dissatisfied in his heart. His mother was also good at putting on a show. If she really felt sorry for his hard work in studying, she would have stopped Xiaohong when she called him to get up just now. Bringing it up now just shows her kindness.

In fact, Yan Ge'er was overthinking. Lian Zhen didn't stop him. She just wanted to see her child.