C23 (1/2)
In the end, Zhu Yijun still brought Wang Rong and the copied scripture back. He had offered it up in front of the Buddha, but he didn't say that he would definitely offer it up in the Qin'an Hall. Zhu Yijun sat cross-legged on the brick bed to admire it for a while before taking out two volumes. ”Take these to the Tzu Ning Palace and the Shoukang Palace respectively.
The young eunuch brought the plate up and down, and Zhu Yijun looked at the person beside him and said, ”Speak. Which one of you went to the Chuxiu Palace to gossip? ”
Feng Shang's heart jumped, at this time, he would definitely not go up and talk. Zhang Cheng calmly lowered his hands. His Majesty already knew that these words were definitely not coming from his mouth.
”They're all mute?” Zhu Yijun asked, ”Has anyone replied to my question yet?”
”Putong!” Feng Shang's forehead dripped with sweat, he knew that he couldn't avoid this. He kowtowed and admitted his wrongs, ”It's this servant's fault, this servant sent Zhuo Zi to Chuxiu Palace to find Palace Manager's aunt yesterday to ask her about some matters, but this servant really doesn't know what Zhuo Zi said inside the Chuxiu Palace.”
Zhuo Zi was kneeling only three steps behind him, her body trembling like a sieve but unable to open her mouth to refute him. Zhu Yijun didn't even raise his head. Little Zhuo Zi will take the twenty boards and the Qianqing Palace will be expelled from them. Feng Shang, you should also take the ten boards.
Feng Shang quickly nodded his head to show his gratitude, then retreated and left the hall to receive his punishment at the Disciplinary Hall. How could they dare to really fight? It would be fine even if they just skimmed over a few slates, but they could still take pity on Zhuo Zi. After twenty slots, it would already be more than enough to take a breather, the people doing the chores could only blink at Feng Shang to ensure that they wouldn't be able to survive the night.
Feng Shang was still able to walk after receiving ten slates, so he cupped his hands in thanks to the eunuchs present. He would treat them to wine another day. He squatted down and whispered to Zhuo Zi who had hatred in her eyes, ”Don't blame me for being ruthless. Since you've been expelled from Qianqing Palace, you won't have any good days in the future. I'll gift you with a gift so that you won't have to face this kind of loss.”
Blood trickled down from Zhuo Zi's mouth.
Although it was fine, Feng Shang still laid in the room for three or four days. He wanted to finish the whole show, since there was plenty of fun in the room.
”The Qianqing Palace has been delivered to me, the Empress Dowager Li accepted it and took a look.” This is a handwritten scripture, where did the emperor come from? ”
The man shook his head, not knowing, but the Empress Dowager Li asked again, ”Where did His Majesty go today?”
”Since the start of the dynasty, I have been at the Qianqing Palace. I made a trip there in the middle of the afternoon.” The man said.
Empress Dowager Li sent someone to deliver the scripture to the rear hall for worship and also sent someone to ask if there was anyone else appearing on Qin'an Hall today. The person who asked this question quickly came back, ”From the past, Imperial Consort Candidate s of the Chuxiu Palace were able to move about freely in the Gonghou Garden during the day. Imperial Consort Candidate s like to go to the Qin'an Hall side hall to pay their respects to Bodhisattva and make a wish. There are also less than thirty Imperial Consort Candidate s who are going to the Qin'an Hall today. ”
”Loving Bodhisattvas is a good thing. To believe in the Buddha makes one's heart calm. Since they are so sincere, each of them must write a copy of a scripture and send it up. ” The Empress Dowager Li said.
Aunt told me about Empress Dowager Li's decree, and the sadness and happiness mixed within the Chuxiu Palace. Because of their birth problems, more than half of the Imperial Consort Candidate s had never held a pen or paper before entering the palace. Many concubines learn to read only after entering the palace.
Auntie said that she could draw the gourd according to the book, but when did someone draw the gourd with a brush for the first time? If it wasn't made into a ball of black ink, he could write a piece of paper with a single word.
Yang Jingru's father was an Elementary Scholar, so copying scriptures was not a problem. Seeing Cui Ruo crying, Liu Jing sat there in a daze and said to Wang Rong who was writing, ”Why don't we help them copy it, it won't take too much time.”
”Everyone's handwriting is different. If they are discovered, it will bring them harm instead.” Wang Rong Wen said as she stopped writing and asked Liu Jing and Cui Ruo to come over. ”The Chinese characters' scriptures are too hard to draw. This is a scripture of the Sanskrit. If you practice it a few more times, you should be able to draw better.”
Cui Ruo took it in her hands and looked at it. It was full of twists and turns, ”Sister Wang, what is this about? ”Why are they curving like little tadpoles?”
”This is the Buddhist scripture from the Mantra of Sanskrit. Do you know how to recite it?” Wang Rong asked.
”At home, you can only read the Dim Meridian and the Diamond Sutra. You don't know many scriptures.” Liu Jing said.
”No problem, this is very short and very simple, just wait until I teach you guys how to recite it.” Wang Rong He said, ”Whether you know how to write or not cannot be fake, as Sanskrit is easier to copy. If anyone asks, they will say that you guys had an idea and went to ask the Qin'an Hall Biddy to borrow.”
”But, don't you know whether or not you borrow it from Qin'an Hall with just a single question?” Cui Ruo said.