MTL - Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child-Chapter 547 Apologize

   Chapter 547:

  In the Changming Hall of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Yu Wei was kneeling on the futon, and kowtowed to the longevity tablets of Mrs. Xie and Feng Lianghan.

   Then she stood up, put three incense sticks 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 in place, 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 Juan next?

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

   If she apologizes, everything she did before was wrong.

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

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

  Yu Weiwei murmured in a low voice.

   "Father, mother, what should I do?"

   Outside 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.

  It is cold in Japan in winter, and the temperature is even lower when the Wanfo Temple is built on the mountainside.

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

  Changming Hall has only a small brazier besides the many lanterns and tablets of longevity. It is almost impossible to warm the crowd by burning the seedlings.

   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.

   "Do you want a bowl of red bean soup, Mr. Xiaolang? 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 palm full of calluses, took the copper coin, and then lifted the rough cloth covering the basket to reveal the pottery urn inside.

   She undid 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 he 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 drank the lipstick bean soup. The red beans were boiled delicately and softly, and some lily and sweet-scented osmanthus honey were added in it, and the sweetness was just right.

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

  Yu 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 curled up listening to her accent, and immediately heard it: "Are you from Bashu?"

  Old woman: "I am not from Bashu, but I have lived in Bashu for many years, so I am 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 Wanfo Temple recently, and the host of the temple is kind-hearted.

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

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

   "This money is for you, I bought all your red bean soup."

   It was very hard for a young man to carry a basket to sell soup in this cold weather, not to mention that the other party was a thin old woman with gray hair and a rickety body.

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

  The old woman hurriedly refused.

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

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

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

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

  Yu Weiwei 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..."

  Yu Linghai and Ling Hai just walked to the gate of the temple when they saw Xiao Juan striding towards this side.

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

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

  Yu Weiwei: "I want to come and put incense sticks for my parents, why are you here too?"

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

   Yu curled his head down: "I'm sorry."

  Xiao Juan: "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 what happened before. Obviously, "The King of Lang's Journey to the East" 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 Weiwei said 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 Juan was misunderstood. She was just telling everyone the truth.

   Even if she does it again, she will stick to her choice.

  Xiao Juan seemed to have long expected that she would be the answer, calm and authentic.

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

  Yu pursed her 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 you.

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

  Yu Weiwei 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 Fan had just said.

   Slandering the emperor is a capital offense!

   Xiao Yan grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

   "Relax, no one heard."