My Dear, She is Always Unmotivated

Chapter 411 Prayer

"Master, the masters have entered the palace. Although they are in Chongning Hall, should we also go and listen to the scriptures?" Zi Zhu came in from outside.

 It’s raining and snowing again today, the weather is really bad.

"I won't go. The emperor and the queen didn't say it. The queen has no choice but to go. No one else said she had to go. Why should I?" It's the twelfth lunar month, and it's really cold and tiring.

 Take good care of it and let’s talk about it later this year.

“Yes, Empress Zhenchongyi went with the Ninth Prince.”

Not long after, on the fourth day of the lunar month, two eunuchs came with two big boxes.

  She is the woman who is not afraid of ghosts and gods. She dares to have an abortion herself. This is in ancient times.

The eighth prince was taken to the innermost room, where an old monk with a completely white beard looked at him.

Snow-white and fine powder, the fragrance is very good. Pick a little and apply it on your neck. The fragrance can stay for a long time.

 The Eighth Prince spoke very slowly, mainly because he needed to think for a long time before he understood what was said.

As for the Ninth Prince, it is easy to deal with it. There are special people who have written the talismans and taught the methods. Just go back and follow the instructions, which will be more or less effective.

There are many flavors, and her favorite is the gardenia one.

I don’t know why, but every time I change it, the fragrance of agarwood disappears in Tai Chi Palace.

Shen Chuliu listened and saw that this was a monk who was about fifty years old, but he was born Zhou Zhenggong.

 It’s also because I don’t have much contact with the outside world, so I feel like I’m in a daze.

 I didn’t come back to my senses for several days afterwards.

Had no choice but to sigh and change clothes.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the poor monk is the great monk. Everything is fine with Your Highness, the poor monk looks at it, and the empress is also very good. Everything goes as you wish, don't ask for it, don't get hurt."

As for the queen, things come second, the main thing is rights and rules, which no one can overstep.

“Well, go get those spices, fragrant cakes and other things. Ask her to mix them.” Qi Yixiu waved his hand.

Shen Chuliu smiled: "Thank you, Master. I am a layman and do not understand Buddhism."

But although his eyes appear listless, they are pure.

　　Except for those special things, she lacks nothing.

He just recited a sutra and handed a bunch of Bodhi seeds to the Sixth Prince: "Your Highness is a man of great fortune. He was born with a strong body and a lot of wisdom. He will definitely be better in the future."

 Looked at it for a long time and asked a few more questions.

Shen Chuliu laughed out loud thinking about it, that was many years ago.

When Qi Genxiu came over, he was amused when he saw her wilting face: "What's going on? It's too cold to freeze this delicate flower like you?"

 What if? After all, there are many things in this world that are unclear, and it would be good if you can take a good look at them.

　　I let out a sigh on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

Wen Chongrong thanked the monk. He was puzzled and just sighed. After all, it could not be cured.

He also asked Yuanxiao to take care of the Sixth Prince first, and be sure not to let him freeze. In this weather...

"Your Majesty loves my concubine, and today he asked the monks to smoke her very badly. Now she has a headache." Shen Chuliu smiled and stood up to pour tea for Qi Yixiu.

But both eyes are full of smiles.

Since the sixth prince is going, Shen Chuliu can't hide. She doesn't worry about her own child going there alone.

"Well, maybe that's why the masters came to the palace this time." Although she didn't believe in the idea of ​​losing his soul, the palace now vaguely said that this was what happened to the Ninth Prince.

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Qi Yi attracted people's attention after practicing. He himself didn't care. He could smell all kinds of fragrances, so he didn't have to torment her, so he would change it whenever she came over.

 Everyone in the harem just thought that the emperor didn't like him, but gradually he was rarely seen in the palace.

 Shen Chuliu returned to Cuiyunxuan and hurriedly changed his clothes. She disliked the smell of sandalwood and aloes the most, but these monks used the strongest sandalwood, which made her brain hurt.

 After not seeing him for a few months, he became even more sluggish.

"Yan'er, I want to call you Master." Shen Chuliu said.

Shen Chuliu returned the favor.

 Sprinkled on the hem of clothes and skirts, it can be kept very well, but it smells much better than incense.

At Shen Chuliu's signal, the sixth prince put on the Bodhi seed: "Thank you, great monk."

Shen Chuliu was not polite and asked Zi Zhu and the others to pour tea, but she just tilted her head.

 In the box, there are fragrant cakes, fragrant powder, fragrant dew, and some incense sticks and the like.

Shen Chuliu still stood up cooperatively. What she wanted was fragrant powder. At this time, there was a small place in the west that made fragrant powder that was really good. It was much better than many in Dayi Dynasty.

　　"I heard from the emperor that the tributes for the first two months came from the west. There are many things in the palace, and they have not been sorted out." said the fourth day of the lunar month.

I thought it was there, but it turned out that I was so invigorated by the incense.

Several small affiliated countries in the west pay tribute to these rare items every year, but most of the tributes are skins, jewelry and the like, not many spices.

I also prayed for the princes and princesses one by one.

Shen Chuliu laughed, thinking that the emperor's words were so straightforward, but she had no intention of arguing with the queen.

“The Eighth Prince is a blessed man, everything is fate.” The old monk said some vague Buddhist words and finally concluded.

 In Chongning Hall, the masters were reciting sutras, basically praying for peace and so on. I have to recite it for seven days in a row.

"You have the nerve to say that? Because you didn't like it, I was so frightened that the agarwood incense has disappeared in Taiji Palace." Qi Yixiu laughed.

 After all, there is an eighth prince. Although the eighth prince is stupid and cannot be cured, what if the master has a way?

"Your Majesty is about to make fun of me. It's the smell of Chongning Palace. Your Majesty doesn't know that I dislike sandalwood and agarwood the most." Shen Chuliu frowned.

 Because there are not many, they are even more precious. Every year, they are in short supply in the harem.

“I remember that there was some fragrant powder sent as tribute from outside this year?” Qi Yixiu thought for a while with some uncertainty: “I seem to remember that there are some fragrant pancakes and fragrant dew?”

 The old monk thought that a good child would be like this, and he would only be afraid of having a hard time in the palace.

Shen Chuliu smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, but isn't this bad?"

Shen Chuliu didn't want to go, but the emperor still asked all the princes and princesses to go.

It was the sixth prince's turn. He couldn't hold back his laughter. Fortunately, the master was able to hold it in and didn't make him laugh.

 I remember when she was favored, she stayed overnight and burned agarwood. It was fine at the time, but she vomited in the morning.

"If everyone in the world understands Buddhism, it will not matter whether they are Buddhists or not. The poor monk prayed for the empress and the Sixth Highness." The monk smiled and bowed.

"Okay, poor fellow, just rest." Qi Yixiu said with a smile.

Shen Chuliu looked at it and smiled: "The emperor really chooses his concubines?"

"You look like this, what do you fancy?" Qi Yixiu looked at her and walked over: "Want the powder? I'll give it all to you. Keep some of the others and share the rest."

 (End of this chapter)