Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child

547 Apology

Chapter 547:

In the Changming Hall of Wanfo Temple, Yu curled up on the futon and kowtowed to the tablets of Xie's and Feng Lianghan's longevity.

Then she stood up, put three sticks of incense on the two of them, and put a sum of sesame oil money in the merit box next to them.

After doing this, she stood quietly on the spot, looking at the tablets of Xie Shi and Feng Lianghan in a trance.

In fact, after leaving the Justice Department, she should return to the county palace.

But how should she face Xiao Yan next?

Should she apologize to him? Or should I just pretend that nothing happened?

If she apologizes, it means everything she did before was wrong.

But if she pretended nothing happened, she felt guilty again.

She really didn't know what to do, so she had to come here.

Yu Weiwei murmured softly.

"Father, mother, what should I do?"

Outside the Changming Hall, Ling Hai put his hands in his sleeves, pacing back and forth, trying his best to move his body so as not to freeze.

In winter, it is cold in Japan. In addition, the Wanfo Temple is built on the mountainside, and the temperature is even lower.

Ling Hai turned his head to look inside the hall, and saw that Princess Princess was still fascinated by the tablet.

In addition to the many lanterns and tablets of longevity, there is only a small brazier in the Changming Hall, and it is almost impossible to rely on that kind of fire to keep the seedlings warm.

I don't know if the princess of the county will be frozen?

Ling Hai rubbed his hands vigorously, thinking about whether to ask the monk in the temple for a bowl of hot soup, so that the princess could warm up.

At this moment, an old woman wrapped in a coarse cloth turban came over with two baskets.

She stopped in front of Ling Hai and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Xiao Langjun, do you want a bowl of red bean soup? I made it myself, and it's still hot. It only takes a penny for a bowl."

Ling Hai hurriedly said, "I want a bowl."

He took out a copper plate from his purse and handed it over.

The old woman stretched out her rough palms covered with calluses, took the copper coins, and then lifted the rough cloth covering the basket to reveal the pottery urn inside.

She untied the pottery urn and scooped out a bowl full of red bean soup.

"Xiao Langjun, here it is."

Ling Hai took the red bean soup with both hands, and could feel the temperature through the thick porcelain bowl, thinking that this red bean soup should have just been boiled.

He immediately walked into the Changming Hall with the red bean soup and sent it to the princess of the county.

"You drink some soup to warm up your body."

Yu Weiwei was surprised: "Where did you get the red bean soup?"

Ling Hai pointed to the old woman standing outside the door: "I bought it from her."

The old woman noticed their gaze and bowed slightly towards them as a greeting.

Yu Weiwei drank the red bean soup. The red beans were boiled delicately and softly. Some lily and sweet-scented osmanthus honey were added in it, and the sweetness was just right.

After a bowl of soup, her body really warmed up a lot, and even her depressed mood improved.

Yu Weiwei walked out of the Changming Hall and returned the empty bowl to the old woman in person.

"Grandma, thank you for the soup, it tastes good."

The old woman took the thick porcelain bowl with both hands and asked, "Little lady, do you want another bowl?"

Yu curling listened to her accent and heard it at once: "Are you from Bashu?"

Old woman: "I'm not from Bashu, but I have lived in Bashu for many years, so I'm half a Bashu native."

Yu curled up and asked a question.

"Then why did you come to Yujing?"

The old woman sighed.

"Everyone in my family is dead, and my old wife has nowhere to go, so I can only wander around.

I just came to the Wanfo Temple recently, and the host of the temple is kind-hearted.

Seeing that I was pitiful, he allowed me to borrow the kitchen in the temple to cook some soup and water and sell it for money. "

Yu Weiwei felt sympathy, opened her purse and took out the largest piece of silver and handed it over.

"I'll give you the money, I bought all your red bean soup."

It's very hard for a young man to sell soup in the cold weather, not to mention that the other party is a thin old woman with gray hair and a rickety figure.

Yu Weiyi's ability is limited, so she can only help her buy all the red bean soup, so that she can close the stall and go back to rest early today.

The old woman hurriedly refused.

"How can this work? Even if I sell all of my red bean soup to you, it's only fifty cents at most. Your money is too much, I can't take it."

Yu Weiwei: "Then treat it as my advance payment. If I want to drink red bean soup in the future, I will come to buy it from you, and you can deduct it directly from the money."

After she finished speaking, she stuffed the silver into the old woman's hand.

The old woman was holding the silver in her hand, and she looked at Yu curling with gray-white eyes, and her eyes had an indescribable complex meaning.

Yu curling said to Ling Hai.

"Let's go."

The old woman hurriedly stopped her: "What about this red bean soup?"

Yu Weiwei smiled at her: "You can drink it slowly for yourself. If you can't finish it, give it to the monk in the temple."

After she finished speaking, she took Ling Hai away.

The old woman stood there and watched them go away, and it took a long time before she murmured.

"It's a good boy, it's a pity..."

As soon as Yu Curly and Ling Hai walked to the gate of the temple, they saw Xiao Lian striding towards this side.

The two sides happened to meet each other, and they were all stunned.

Xiao Lian was the first to speak: "Why did you come here without saying hello?"

Yu curled up: "I wanted to come to put incense sticks for my parents, why are you here too?"

"I couldn't find you anywhere, and I was very worried, so I wanted to try my luck here, but I didn't expect you to be here."

Yu curling bowed his head: "I'm sorry."

Xiao Lian: "You came to give incense to your parents, and you didn't do anything wrong. You don't have to apologize, but if you want to leave the city in the future, remember to say hello to your family in advance, so that everyone won't worry about you."

Yu Weiwei said: "I apologize to you for the previous matter. Obviously, "The King of Lang Liaodong Travel" was rehearsed by me, but it caused you to be punished. I'm sorry."

Xiao Lian looked at her fixedly and asked suddenly.

"If you were given another chance, would you still let someone rehearse "The Journey of the King of Lang to the East"?"

Yu curled up without hesitation: "Yes!"

Although she felt guilty, she never regretted it.

It is a fact that Shen Zhuo falsely claimed the merits, and it is also a fact that Xiao Lian was misunderstood. She was just telling everyone the truth.

Even if she did it again, she would still stick to her choice.

Xiao Yan seemed to have expected her to be the answer for a long time, calm and authentic.

"If that's the case, why do you need to apologize?"

Yu curled his lower lip: "But I made you punished..."

Xiao Yan bent down slightly, approached her face, looked into her eyes, and said every word seriously.

"Curly, you never hurt me, on the contrary, you wish me better than everyone else.

If it weren't for that, you wouldn't have done so much behind my back.

The reason why the emperor punished me was to better control me.

It's his fault, not yours.

You don't need to apologize, let alone feel guilty. "

Yu curling hurriedly covered his mouth: "You are crazy, you dare to say such things, if you are heard, you will die!"

After she finished speaking, she deliberately looked at the pilgrims walking by, for fear that someone would hear what Xiao Lian had just said.