Adore Trick of Beauty

Nie Wushuang wanted to struggle to get up, but he had already helped her up and put a soft pillow behind her. The sudden gentle gesture seemed familiar, and Nie Wushuang shuddered and avoided his hand.

Qingyuan sat in front of the bed, his eyes as clear as springs: "Mother, please use some porridge quickly."

Seeing his magnanimity, Nie Wushuang felt guilty and whispered: "Thank you."

The fragrant porridge whetted her appetite after an empty night. She no longer had any scruples and started eating with his hand. Qingyuan looked at her swallowing the jujube with deep pity in his eyes.

After eating a bowl of porridge, the coldness in her soul seemed to be driven away. She opened her mouth and was about to say thank you. Suddenly, a turbid air surged out from her chest and abdomen. She couldn't help but grab his hand and lay on the bed. While vomiting, he vomited out all the porridge he had just swallowed. The mess all over the place made her feel panic-stricken.

Qingyuan held her motionless, letting the filth she spit out stain his white monk's robe.

Nie Wushuang finally regained his composure and couldn't help but said with shame: "Zen Master Qingyuan, I'm sorry...I...I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Your Majesty is pregnant. This is a bad news." Qingyuan helped her lie down and comforted her, "My Majesty should be lucky that mother and child are safe during this escape."

He lowered his eyebrows and pronounced a Buddhist name. Nie Wushuang stroked her belly, feeling gradually happy. Yes, how could she forget that there was a little life in her belly, a little life that belonged to her.

Qingyuan looked at the joy gradually showing on her pale face, lowered his head and sighed, and began to sort out the filth. He said calmly: "Your Majesty, please rest more and wait until the poor monk brings food to your Majesty."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and picked up the dirty clothes and went out. Nie Wushuang watched his elegant monk's robes pass by the door, and her heart felt full of warmth. Only today did she truly understand his compassion, which was based on compassion without regrets.

She lowered her head and caressed her belly, murmuring: "My child, we will definitely survive, we will definitely, my mother will take you to live well..."

Outside the Zen room, Qingyuan looked at her expressions of joy or sadness, and stared at her for a long time...

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Nie Wushuang temporarily settled down in Donglin Temple. Days of running around had exhausted almost all of her energy, so finding peace for the time being was a great gift. Qingyuan knew that this matter was of great importance and did not dare to tell anyone. What's more, the situation in Yingjing was uncertain. A few pieces of news came to the mountain gate. The monks were talking about the earth-shaking of the capital. He didn't dare to let people know that Queen Nie Wushuang was hiding in his room.

He guarded her in his Zen room day and night, almost never leaving her. Fortunately, he is now the abbot, and after presiding over the morning and evening classes, he has no other trivial matters. Even if something happened, he would only give instructions outside the meditation room and not let anyone get close to the meditation room.

Nie Wushuang began to feel uneasy. Now that Xiao Fengqing had openly rebelled, Ouyang Ning and Yang Zhi didn't know whether they had taken the eldest prince or the others on their way north. And since he was hiding in Donglin Temple, he didn't know whether he would eventually be tracked down by Xiao Fengqing's army.

She was uneasy in her heart, but she tried her best to pretend to be calm on her face. Every night, the murmuring Sanskrit sounds from Qingyuan played in her ears over and over again, allowing her to sleep peacefully. But still can't make the nightmare go away.

One night, Nie Wushuang woke up from a nightmare again. She stretched out her hand and touched a corner of Qingyuan's monk's clothes before she could call him.

In the darkness, Qingyuan helped her stand up and asked in a low voice: "Is the empress having a nightmare again?"

Nie Wushuang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sighed: "Yes. I...I dreamed that he was coming." In the heavy fog, Xiao Fengqing clung to the bloody sword, her thin lips evoked a bloodthirsty coldness, She wanted to escape, but found that she couldn't move.

"Drink some hot water." Qingyuan skillfully brought a bowl of hot water in the dark and fed her to drink.

Nie Wushuang calmed down and looked at Qingyuan who had been guarding her in the darkness these past few days. She felt inexplicably moved in her heart: "Thank you, Master Qingyuan. If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago."

There was moonlight shining in from the window lattice of the Zen room, and it hit his face lightly. It was elegant and calm, with Buddhist compassion, which made people not think of any blasphemy.

Qingyuan looked at her and said, "Your Majesty, your words are serious." He said, tucking the quilt for her, with a warm look in his eyes: "Being able to take care of your Majesty is a blessing for a poor monk who has recited sutras in front of the Buddha a thousand times."

His words were sincere and candid. Nie Wushuang was moved and couldn't help but look at him seriously. Although the Donglin Temple was calm for the past two or three days, he did not dare to relax for a moment. In order to take care of her in the past few days, his eyes and face had shadows, and his face became a bit haggard.

"Qingyuan..." Nie Wushuang choked with emotion and shook his hand: "Thank you..."

Qingyuan's hand trembled slightly and couldn't help but retract it quickly. Nie Wushuang wanted to say something, but her eyes were fixed on his wrist. In the bright moonlight, her eyes shrank, this... wasn't this the prayer bead he gave her? How come he actually has an identical pair on his body?

She raised her head in surprise. Qingyuan quickly covered up his sleeves and stood up: "I will go out to meditate, so I won't disturb your Majesty's rest."

"Qingyuan!" She suddenly called him.

Qingyuan paused and looked back at her: "Do you have any other instructions?"

Nie Wushuang hesitated to speak, looking at his elegant and handsome face, she felt helpless in her heart. She lowered her head: "It's okay, I just want to say that Master Qingyuan has a good rest and there is no need to keep vigil for me."

Qingyuan smiled and lowered his eyes: "Thank you for your concern, Queen." After saying that, he walked out and lay down on the ground. After a while, he heard the sound of long breathing, and he fell asleep peacefully.

Nie Wushuang was lying on the bed, but his mind was filled with turbulent waves. What he had seen through prying eyes was

I don’t know how to place this little secret. How could she just watch him fall into the demonic barrier, an empty door, two worlds. He has already broken the Buddhist precepts by taking her in. If he falls in love with her again...

She tossed and turned, unable to feel at peace. There are tears rolling down the corners of your eyes, what should you do? What should we do?

At this moment, there was a sudden "bang bang" knock on the door. A monk shouted in panic outside: "Abbot, it's not good, it's not good, many officers and soldiers have come down from the mountain!"

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