Shock! The maid in the Marquis's mansion gave birth to the eldest son of the prince

The next morning, Chan Yi was about to get up, but the man grabbed her belt.

"Sleep a little longer. I will go to Ji'en Temple with you today. An'er is also my child." Pei Jin propped himself up and said in a soft voice.

"Prince, you'd better not go. An'er is a bastard after all." Chan Yi sat up and said, "Besides, you are busy in the palace. Don't let small things delay big things."

When Pei Jin heard her say this, he felt that this little concubine was really considerate. If it were another woman, she would be eager to go with him, so that she and her child would be proud.

"Really?" He stared at her face and said.

Chan Yi rubbed her still aching waist and said, "My Lord, you don't have to worry as my wife is here."

"Then let's do this." Pei Jin stood up, put on his coat and got out of bed. He took out a few banknotes from the drawer and put them in Chan Yi's palm. "Here are five hundred taels of banknotes. You have to pay for the incense when you go to pray for An'er."

"That's too much, Master. I have money on hand, so I don't need so much." Chan Yi held the banknotes and pretended to refuse, but in her heart she wished he would give her more banknotes.

"What money do you have? I was inconsiderate. From now on, I will give you another 100 taels of pocket money every month. It will always be more comfortable for you to spend your own money." As he said this, he took out another silver note and put it in her hand.

"My lord, I never have the time to spend money in your mansion." Chan Yi pretended to be angry.

"I know you like to make medicinal oil, which is quite expensive. Use better medicinal materials in the future, and I will give you some extra money." Pei Jin held her hand and stroked it gently, thinking to himself that this girl really didn't want anything. It seemed that she really only wanted him as a person. He should treat her better in the future.

After Mo Yu changed her clothes and sent Pei Jin off, Mrs. Wang took Chan Yi, Madam Zhou, Madam Zhang, Dong Qing, Bai Su and others in a carriage to Ji'en Temple.

Chan Yi held An'er in her arms and rode in the same carriage with Zhou Mama. Along the way, Chan Yi lifted the curtain and looked out. She saw that the people on the road were hurrying. They were all ordinary people, dressed very simply. She thought that their lives must be very hard.

"Chan Yi, you hardly ever come out since you entered the mansion, right?" Mother Zhou said with a smile.

"Yes, Mother Zhou." Chan Yi said embarrassedly.

Xiang'en Temple is the most famous Zen temple in Beijing. It is usually crowded with people, and there are small vendors outside, selling all kinds of food, small gadgets, incense, candles and gold ingots.

As soon as Mrs. Wang and her entourage got off the carriage, vendors surrounded them and started selling their goods.

"Go, go, go away..." The burly servant immediately drove the man away.

"My dear lady, please buy some gardenias. Wear them in your hair in this life and you will be beautiful in the next." A little girl of seven or eight years old tried to get close to Mrs. Wang by relying on her small size, but a big servant grabbed her by the collar and was about to throw her out.

"Wait, madam. I think this gardenia is really nice. I think it would be perfect to use it as an offering to Buddha." Chan Yi said softly.

Mrs. Wang was playing with An'er. When she heard this, she turned around and said to the servant, "This is a holy place for Buddhism. Don't be so fierce and violent. Be careful not to offend the Bodhisattva."

As she spoke, she carried An'er towards the door.

Chan Yi and Mother Zhou were two steps behind. She waved to the little girl.

When the little girl saw it, an expression of surprise immediately appeared on her face. She picked up a small basket and thanked him repeatedly.

"Thank you, sister." She smiled sweetly. Her ragged clothes did not diminish her pretty appearance.

"We want this whole basket. How much is it?" Chan Yi looked at her as if she saw herself when she was nine years old and wandered to the capital with refugees, helpless and homeless.

"Ten cents." The little girl said in a clear voice, holding the basket high with both hands, "This sister is so beautiful and kind-hearted. May the Bodhisattva bless you."

Chan Yi took out ten coins from her purse and put them in her hand, and took two white flour buns from the food box carried by Zhou Mama and put them in her basket. Chan Yi originally planned to give her more money, but was afraid that a little girl would be targeted by bad people and harm her instead.

"Thank you, sister." The little girl thanked her repeatedly and ran away with the basket.

Chan Yi smiled. Life in this world was really difficult. If she had not been chosen by Madam Zhang out of kindness and entered the Marquis's Mansion to be a servant girl for Madam Wang, she might have been sold to some brothel by bad people.

"Let's go, don't let Madam wait anxiously." Mother Zhou said with a smile, "Chan Yi is kind-hearted, that's good, let's do some good for the young master."

Far away on the roadside, under a tall ginkgo tree, a young man jumped off the carriage and happened to see the scene of Chan Yi buying flowers. A smile appeared on his lips.

The woman was dressed in plain clothes, with only a jade hairpin in her hair and no makeup on her face, but she was naturally beautiful and had a graceful figure. Her every frown and smile was gentle and playful, and her pair of bright black eyes seemed to be able to speak. There was a maid beside her, and I don't know which family this beautiful girl from was coming to the temple to burn incense.

"Master, what are you looking at?" Fuqing saw his master standing there silently. He followed his gaze, but there was nothing. He asked in a puzzled voice.

"Nothing, let's go in quickly." The man had a clear voice and an upright posture. He was wearing a moon-white robe with cloud pattern brocade. The dragon jade pendant on his waist faintly revealed his noble status.

"Master, Abbot Huineng is waiting for you in the meditation room." Fuqing said in a low voice, and walked towards his master from the back gate.

There was only a small door at the back of the mountain. As soon as the man and his servant entered, two young monks led them into a meditation room.

"Master Huineng." The young man clasped his hands and praised.

"Fourth Prince." The old abbot with white hair and beard welcomed him to sit on the cushion, bowed and said, "I have made arrangements according to your request. Please go in and pay your respects."

Today is the birthday of Concubine Zhang, the mother of the fourth prince Jingyou. Concubine Zhang had a difficult labor when she gave birth to him. After giving birth to him with great difficulty, she died within two years. When he grew up, he would secretly leave the palace with Fuqing to worship his mother in the temple every year on his mother's birthday.

After the worship, Jingyou left the house and suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Master, I want to go to the front hall to take a look today."

"Your Highness, it's getting late." Fuqing was a little embarrassed. Ever since His Highness the Crown Prince took over as regent, his master's life seemed to have become even more difficult. In the past few days, his master seemed to be plotting something, getting up early and going to bed late, and he was tired and thin, but as a eunuch, he couldn't do anything about these things.

Jingyou frowned and looked at him with a somewhat unhappy expression. Fuqing quickly lowered his head and dared not say anything.

Jingyou walked along the path to the front hall. The crowd of pilgrims was bustling, and he looked along the way, but he didn't see the shadow of the woman anymore. He thought she had left. Jingyou couldn't help but laugh at himself. What happened to him today? Was he possessed by a demon? She was just a beautiful girl from a small family, how could she suddenly catch his eye?

He shook his head and smiled, then took Fuqing out of Ji'en Temple the same way he came.