The Regent's Koi Princess

Looking at Zhaozhou Cheng, the jailer who was so angry that he vomited blood, he raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly: "Don't believe it! Don't worry, you will believe it in a few days. Haha! Then you and your son can talk to each other from the bottom of your heart."

The jailer walked away, leaving Zhao Zhoucheng alone on the haystack, rolling around with his hands covering his stomach.

After turning over for a while, he lay flat on the ground, looking at the small window in the prison with empty eyes, and kept repeating in his mouth: "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible. My Zong'er is in Western Liao, he wants to raise an army, he wants to rebel, he wants to seize the throne.

He wants to have a wife, he wants three harems and six courtyards, he wants to marry all the beauties in the world, I want to be the emperor, I am the emperor...

I want to see the Emperor, I want to see the Regent, and I want my post reinstated.

who I am? where am I? What am I going to do?

Oh! I am the emperor, the emperor, haha! I want to sleep with the beauty, I want to find that bitch Yue Niang.

"The Emperor! That bitch Yue Niang, I will chop you into pieces. Well! My dear ministers, please stand still and don't be polite..."

This night was destined to be restless.

That night Zhaozhou Cheng was so angry that he became dazed and stupid and couldn't tell who was who.

……

next day

As the morning light breaks, a thin mist lingers in the mountains, gently covering the ancient temple like a veil.

Deep in the temple, in a quiet courtyard, a few green pines stand tall, with dewdrops sparkling between their branches and leaves, reflecting a soft light.

In the center of the courtyard, there is a simple but solemn Buddhist temple. The curling incense smoke and the morning mist interweave into a picture that transcends this world.

Zheng was wearing a plain white Taoist robe, with her long hair tied into a simple bun, and a few strands of hair hanging lightly in front of her forehead, adding a bit of otherworldly temperament to her.

At this moment, she was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, her eyes slightly closed, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her face peaceful and serene, as if she was isolated from the world.

All the noise around could not disturb the tranquility. Only the occasional bird calls in the distance and the wisps of green smoke rising from the nearby incense burner accompanied her in her spiritual baptism.

Her family was broken up, her husband and children left her, and at the peak of her life she chose to become a nun.

Looking back on the past, it is really regrettable.

At the beginning, the once glorious eldest daughter of an aristocratic family became a pawn sacrificed in a marriage alliance. And because of Zhao Zhoucheng's greed, she gradually entered a dead end.

The daughter she raised left her, the husband she used to respect gradually lost himself in the pursuit of power, and the son she gave birth to after ten months of hard work also became a tool in the struggle for power.

Now, her elder brother has been arrested, her husband has been imprisoned, her son's life or death is uncertain, and her poor Ning'er is missing. She doesn't know if she is safe and healthy, if anyone treats her well, and if she has a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

He dismissed all his servants and exchanged all his gold, silver and jewelry for silver, which he distributed to the poor people and homeless people who had lost their homes because of Zhaozhou Cheng.

I have been here for more than three days. From the initial panic and anxiety to the current calm state of mind after seeing through the world, I eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures just to spend the rest of my life.

She had originally decided to come here alone, but her dowry nanny refused to leave, so the two of them stayed here together.

Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and just keep the peace.

After finishing her homework, Zheng got up and walked to the stone table in the yard and sat down.

The nanny walked slowly into the courtyard, her steps carrying the steadiness and gentleness acquired over the years, holding a coarse earthenware tea bowl steadily in her hand. A few drops of morning dew still hung on the edge of the bowl, flickering slightly in the morning light.

She walked to Zheng's side and gently placed the tea bowl on the stone table. Her action was full of care and reluctance. Alas! Poor young lady! In the end, she ended up like this. It was really hard to accept.

"Miss, have some tea to moisten your throat."

Since coming here, Zheng no longer allows the nanny to call her Madam. Times have changed, things have changed, and she has let go of her obsession.

Now she is a lay disciple who practices Taoism with her hair uncut, and her Taoist name is Jingxiu. The nanny doesn't want to call her that, so in the end she can only call her Miss.

Zheng opened her eyes and looked at Mammy tenderly, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes. She slowly stretched out her hand, and her fingertips lightly touched the warm tea bowl, as if she could feel the warmth of Mammy's palm.

As the tea went down her throat, the bitterness instantly spread, just like the myriad sorrows in her heart, which were hard to describe. She frowned slightly, but then relaxed quickly, as if she was reconciling with the bitterness, letting it settle and dissipate in her own world.

The fragrance of tea and the morning mist intertwined, blurring the scenery before her eyes and letting her thoughts drift away.

Mammy stood aside, looking at Zheng quietly, her eyes full of care and protection, "Miss, you still have me, the old slave. We will bear the sufferings of this world together."

Zheng looked at the nanny and smiled calmly: "What can I say about you? Why do you do this? I asked you to go back to Nanjing but you refused and insisted on suffering with me."

Mammy looked up at the top of the mountain and then gave a bitter smile.

"My silly lady, what can I do if I go back? I have no children in my life, and my family members may have disappeared long ago.

Besides, even if they could be found, what would it matter? How could the elder brother take in a slave like me? He was planning to sell me to a brothel for money!

If I hadn't met you, young lady, I would have been dead long ago.

We are already buried soon, there is no need to make trouble anymore, it is good to spend the rest of our life in peace.

You! Just rest assured and worship the Buddha! In the last days, I am satisfied to be by your side.

But... I know that what you care about most is the little lady. No matter what, mother and daughter are connected. I believe that sooner or later you will fulfill your wish.

I believe that the young lady is so kind that she will not abandon you."

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Right Censorate

In Tang Huiru's boudoir, Luo Yao looked at the rosy-faced Tang Huiru and teased her.

"Sister Ru, I heard from Daddy that Young Master Lin is ready to come to the mansion to propose marriage. How do you feel? Are you very happy?

Let Yaoer guess, does Sister Ru have a bit of an urge to get married?

Ha ha……"

Tang Huiru was not angry when Luo Yao teased her. She looked at Luo Yao with a calm expression.

"Qingyue is already past the age of getting married. Getting married is a matter of time anyway. As long as my parents agree, it doesn't matter when I get married.

It’s you, Yaoer!

Your brother Xiaotian is two years older than Qingyue, isn't he in a hurry to marry you?"

When Long Xiaotian was mentioned, Luo Yao acted like a little nympho, raised her hand and patted her hot cheeks and said: "Oh! Brother Xiaotian is busy repairing the mansion.

The emperor has granted Zhaozhoucheng's mansion to Brother Xiaotian, and Brother Xiaotian said that he would only move in after it was carefully renovated.

He said he didn't want any traces of the past to remain in the mansion. In short, Yao'er will follow Brother Xiaotian's arrangements in everything."

"Ah"

Tang Huiru raised her hand and touched Luo Yao's face and chuckled: "Sister, no matter how he wants to repair it, sister is afraid that Yao'er can't wait.

And Ning'er is really something. The little girl is stubborn and refuses to live in our house. She insists on waiting for Xi'er to come back.

But speaking of Xi'er, I heard from my father that the prince has already gone to Western Liao to meet her, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will be back tomorrow."