The cruel little princess

As soon as her knees touched the ground, she began to kowtow like a chicken pecking at rice, and her forehead collided violently with the stone road, making a low and rapid "dong dong" sound.

Every kowtow seemed filled with endless anxiety and pleading.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Please, Princess Jin, have mercy on me and save my princess! I kowtow to you!"

The voice became hoarse and rough from excessive crying, floating in the night sky, full of despair.

Shen Youyou pretended to be frightened, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her beautiful eyes wide open, her lotus feet tapping the ground, and she quickly took a step back, hiding behind the broad figure of her elder brother Shen Zijin and the compassionate body of Abbot Wuwo.

After calming down a bit, she leaned out half of her body, opened her red lips slightly, and asked in a tone full of doubt: "Aren't you the maidservant beside Princess Fukang? Now that you are not serving the princess, what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Liu raised her tear-stained face and sobbed, "Princess Jin, my princess said she felt unwell after dinner and her face turned pale.

I didn't even have the energy to say anything more and went back to my room to rest early.

But who could have thought that when I went in to serve her just now, as soon as I touched the princess, I felt a wave of heat coming over me!

Only then did they discover that the princess had a high fever and was lying unconscious on the bed. She was having nightmares and talking nonsense, and she looked really scary!

There are no ordinary doctors in this temple.

I am just a maid, and I am at a loss. I am afraid that something bad might happen to the princess. After much thought, I can only dare to ask Princess Jin for help!

Please ask the princess to go and see the princess!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed repeatedly, the bruises and swelling on his forehead becoming more and more obvious, and each kowtow was filled with a desperate determination.

"Amitabha!" Abbot Wuwo put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. His voice was like a loud bell, interrupting Cuiliu's crying.

"We have a medical monk in Puning Temple. Jie Se! Go find your senior brother Jie Chen and come here quickly."

He spoke calmly, as if he wanted to use the temple's medical monks to resolve the dilemma.

Before the young monk Jie Se accepted the order and left, Cui Liu, anxiously looking up, completely disregarded etiquette and interrupted the abbot hastily.

“Master! My princess has already gone to bed, and her clothes are in disarray!

This time the princess was strangely ill and suffering from the pain, so how could she have the mind to tidy up her clothes!

If the master asks a man outside to treat the princess, it may damage the princess's reputation!

The princess is of noble birth and status. If this gets out, it will damage the reputation of the Qinglong Kingdom!

Princess Jin, please, for the sake of our two countries’ diplomatic relations, accompany me to take a look!

You have always been kindhearted and would definitely not stand by and watch someone die!"

As he spoke, he took a few steps on his knees and reached out to grab Shen Youyou's skirt, his eyes full of earnestness and anxiety.

"But it's getting late now...my prince is nowhere to be seen...I have no one to accompany me..."

Shen Youyou's brows were tightly furrowed, her face showing embarrassment, her eyes wandering, as if she was weighing the pros and cons, but also seemed to be blocked by the night, full of hesitation.

"Then please trouble the young general and the master to accompany the princess!"

Cui Liu's face was filled with anxiety, and she clasped her hands together and kept bowing. "Our princess's condition really can't wait any longer! Every moment of delay makes me worried that the princess will not be able to hold on. Please hurry up, Princess!"

Shen Youyou raised his eyes and swept his gaze over the faces of his elder brothers and Abbot Wuwo on both sides, with questions and requests for help in his eyes.

Shen Zijin nodded slightly and patted the girl's shoulder, giving silent support.

Abbot Wuwo also clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha, well, as the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!

I will accompany Princess Jin on this trip!

Jie Se, go call your senior brother Jie Chen.

If Princess Jin needs any medicinal herbs, she can get them directly from our Puning Temple!"

Abbot Wuwo's ​​words were like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, and they made the final decision, dispelling everyone's doubts.

Cui Liu felt as if she had been pardoned when she heard this. She hurriedly stood up, her body still shaking uncontrollably, but she forced herself to lead the way.

The crowd did not delay any longer, and hurried along with their clothes fluttering in the wind, following the green willows along the moonlit path, heading quickly towards Princess Fukang's courtyard.

Along the way, only the hurried footsteps and the intermittent sobbing of Cui Liu broke the silence of the night, as if rushing to an unknown and thrilling "battle".

The hazy moonlight sprinkled on the stone path of Puning Temple. Shen Youyou and his group looked hurried, their steps were messy, and they were swept by the cold night wind.

Just as they reached Princess Fukang's slightly secluded courtyard and before reaching the carved vermilion lacquered door, a series of unbearable and extremely ambiguous sounds pierced through the quiet night like sharp arrows and drilled into everyone's ears.

The moans were gentle and charming, revealing a blushing wantonness, as if to burn up the cold moonlight in this pure Buddhist land.

Then, the man growled, seemingly suppressed and out of control, "Ah! You annoying bastard! ...Too... much..."

The voice was rough, full of desire.

Then came the woman's more rapid and weak plea, "Ah... I'm going to die..." Such obscene words seemed out of place in this originally quiet and peaceful temple, where the sound of evening drums and morning bells lingered. They were like a cancer, tainting every inch of the air.

Shen Youyou had originally looked gentle, but at this moment her eyebrows suddenly raised and her beautiful eyes widened.

She glared at Cui Liu, who was kneeling beside her, with eyes that looked like she wanted to eat someone, and shouted angrily, "Is this what you meant by your princess having a high fever?

This princess thinks she is so happy that she doesn't want to leave!"

After saying this, she turned around and resolutely left, unwilling to set foot in this filthy place again.

Behind him, Shen Zijin, a military commander, was usually bold and uninhibited, but at this moment, he was embarrassed by such obscene words and his face turned red. His neck was suspiciously flushed, like a cooked shrimp.

Abbot Wuwo put his hands together and silently chanted "Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha" three times.

His expression was filled with grief and regret. He felt that such behavior occurring in such an important place of Buddhism was simply a sin, an insult to the purity of Buddhism, and a blasphemy against the protection of the gods.

Seeing this, Cui Liu became extremely anxious. She rushed forward with open arms and stood in front of Shen Youyou.

Her body trembled slightly with anxiety, and her voice was a little panicked and argumentative: "Princess! Maybe my princess is confused by the fever, talking nonsense, and unconscious...

There was no man in the room!

Please ask the princess to treat my princess!

The princess is in imminent danger!"

You can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

"Hmph! Get out of the way! You are using such foul language and behaving so unruly! I'm afraid my ears will be polluted!" Shen Youyou shouted angrily.

As Shen Youyou's personal maid, Chuntao could no longer hold back when she saw her young lady being wronged in such a way. Her eyes widened, and she reached out and pushed Cuiliu away to prevent her from continuing to block her young lady's way.

Cui Liu was already thin, and was caught off guard by this push. She stumbled and fell backwards.

She instinctively tried to support herself on the ground with her hands to steady herself, but the tiny gravel on the ground scratched her palms, and her skin was instantly broken and bleeding. The pain made her frown.

However, Cui Liu showed a bitter smile, as if she had found the confidence to fight back.

She yelled at Shen Youyou, "Princess Jin, do you not want to go or are you afraid to go?! Are you afraid that the man in the room looks familiar?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Youyou shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

The sound was like thunder, but the charming breathing sounds of Princess Fukang in the room could still be heard.

"Brother Jin!... Come again... Please, Brother Jin..."

It seemed like a deliberate provocation, and every word pierced Shen Youyou's heart, making her furious.

Cui Liu saw Princess Jin's face turn pale as paper for a moment, which was caused by extreme anger, and then turned red because of anger, like burning charcoal, and she felt even more proud!

He became more and more certain that his princess had succeeded and had Princess Jin under her control.

“This princess thinks your princess is very good!

This illness of hers cannot be cured by me!

There is no need for me to see a doctor!

The man inside can 'cure' her!"

Shen Youyou gritted her teeth, squeezing out every word from between her teeth, wishing she could leave this embarrassing place immediately.

Cui Liu was not willing to give up. She crawled a few steps on her knees again, then knelt in front of Shen Youyou. She held Shen Youyou's legs tightly with both hands to prevent her from leaving, with a gleam of revenge in her eyes.

In her eyes, Shen Youyou's fragility at this moment was the best result of revenge. She secretly mocked herself in her heart, haha!

No matter how high and mighty you are, Princess Jin, you still lost to my princess!

Shen Youyou took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She looked down at Cui Liu and said coldly, "You are being so unreasonable. Do you think that this princess really can't do anything to you?

This princess has been tolerant of you because you are a servant. If you continue to act like this, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Cui Liu pretended not to hear anything, but just hugged Shen Youyou's legs tightly and shouted, "If the princess passes away like this, how will the world view her kindness?

How do you view the diplomatic relations between the two countries?"

Seeing this, Shen Zijin took a step forward and wanted to pull Cui Liu away, but was afraid of hurting her, so she could only say in a deep voice: "You maid, don't push me too far. My sister has done her best."

Abbot Wuwo also clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha, female donor, do not let anger cloud your mind. Let go of your obsessions and do not create more karma."

Cui Liu sneered: "Master, you are a monk, so you naturally don't understand the painstaking efforts of us mortals for our masters.

Princess Jin, please just take a look. If the princess is truly alright, I, Cui Liu, will let you do whatever you want with her."

Shen Youyou narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking about the interests involved, and said: Why hasn't the key person shown up to save the situation?