Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

In the morning light, the sun was shining brightly, rising from the mountains in the distance, covering the entire mountain forest with golden light.

The green trees all over the mountains and fields, enjoying the cool breeze, the leaves rustling, accompanied by the crisp calls of birds on the branches, are like a morning symphony, making people feel refreshed and open-minded.

Above this green tree, halfway up the mountain, a solemn and solemn temple stood there silently. The bells sounded continuously and ethereally, spreading throughout the entire valley.

The young monk who got up in the morning, wearing simple monk robes, stood on the tripod bell pavilion at the top of the temple. His bald head was illuminated by the sun, like a mirror, almost reflecting light.

As usual, the young monk silently recited Buddhist scriptures and struck the cauldron bell regularly, letting the heavy and solemn sound of the bell linger.

In the temple, incense has been lit, and the sweeping monk is holding a broom and spreading water to sweep the floor in the morning light.

The leaves on the treetops that have fallen all night are still lush and green, but there are still many fallen leaves on the ground.

After it was swept away, the ground was clean, leaving only the Zen fragrance left on the monk's body when he walked by.

At this time, everything was silent except for the sound of bells.

In the back courtyard of the temple, a girl with a bun in a bun, dressed as a maid, holding a basin, gently knocked on the door.

"Princess, it's three o'clock. It's time for you to get up."

She called in a low voice, but there was no movement inside.

She waited at the door for a while, then gently pushed the door open with her elbow.

"Princess, it's really time for you to get up. The abbot and abbot are already preparing for morning lessons."

There was not a single valuable item in the simple room, and even the curtains were made of burlap.

Inside, on a hard stone bed, a woman was sleeping with her head covered, turning a deaf ear to the voice calling her outside.

On the clothes rack next to her, the dresses were also very ordinary burlap dresses. They looked gray, dull and old-fashioned.

The maid put down the basin, walked over, and gently pulled the corner of the quilt, "Princess, it's really time for you to get up, princess? Princess?"

"..." The quilt was lifted, and inside there was a thin woman with a face as big as a palm, her eyes closed and her brows furrowed.

The maid looked like she was used to it, gently helped her up, and advised,

"Princess, I know you are sleepy, but there is nothing you can do about it. You still have to get up for your morning classes, otherwise, you will be punished again."

"I have asked about it. The host has to go out later, so the morning classes should be over soon. When then, you can come back to sleep and catch up on your sleep. Do you think so?"

"...Not good." She yawned and was helped to sit up.

When she put on the dusty dress, her eyes still hadn't opened, and her body seemed to have no bones, stretched out softly, and she was too sleepy.

The maid was afraid that she would lose her temper, so she patiently advised her, "Princess, just be patient. After a while, when the mourning period for the Queen Mother is over, you should be able to return to the palace."

"When the time comes, you can sleep as long as you want. No one will disturb you, so you will feel comfortable."

"..." She finally opened her eyes slightly, and complained helplessly, "Why do you have to guard my mother's mourning period?"

Even if she had to stay in mourning, she actually had to stay in mourning for three whole years.

Three years...

I won’t talk about it for a long time, and I won’t give you any meat.