HLnovel Chapter 207 Gao Xian's Disappointment
Chapter 207 Gao Xian's Disappointment
Xie Yanli also thought of this matter.
Since the Emperor ascended the throne, he has been childless. If this continues for three to five years, the problem is not so serious.
I'm afraid we'll remain childless forever...
Although he and Jiuwei don't have any biological children yet, it doesn't affect anything.
However, if the emperor does not have an heir, it will certainly affect the fate of the nation.
The late emperor only had one surviving prince, the current emperor.
Although the only imperial uncle, Prince Qi, has a son, he has already harbored rebellious intentions, and sooner or later his entire family will be exterminated.
Thinking about it this way, if the emperor really had no sons, he wouldn't even have anyone to adopt.
The more Xie Yanli thought about it, the more his brows furrowed.
Perhaps it's time for the imperial physician to examine the Emperor and Consort Chen...
"Let's not stand here anymore, let's go inside and take a look," Gao Xian said calmly, no longer thinking about the matter.
The group entered the main hall together. Incense smoke curled up inside, and a solemn Buddha statue stood in the center.
Gao Xian took the first step, holding the incense and candles with both hands in a devout manner. He slowly raised them above his head, closed his eyes, and prayed for the Empress Dowager and for the country.
Xie Yanli and Qin Jiuwei also picked up incense and candles.
Qin Jiuwei gently closed her eyes and made a wish in her heart.
I hope life can continue as it is now, peacefully and orderly, with a loving marriage and healthy, happy children.
Xie Yanli glanced at her, gave a slight smile, and then lowered his eyes, but did not make a wish.
Xie Jue imitated the adults, putting his hands together in prayer, his face serious and full of piety.
Xie Jingchun yawned listlessly, his eyebrows slightly raised.
Xie Jing raised his dark eyes, but did not make a wish.
He doesn't believe in gods or Buddhas, he only believes in himself.
After the prayers were finished, the young monk led them to the backyard.
Their accommodations were arranged there.
As Xie Jue passed a brick wall, she stopped in her tracks, her round eyes widening with curiosity and amazement.
He tugged at Qin Jiuwei's sleeve and asked in a clear voice, "Mother, what is drawn on this?"
Qin Jiuwei's gaze fell on the mural, and she instantly understood. She squatted down to be at Xie Jue's eye level.
"The one riding the six-tusked white elephant in the middle is the previous incarnation of Shakyamuni Buddha. According to legend, he descended from the Tushita Heaven to the human world in the form of a Bodhisattva, riding a six-tusked white elephant, and was born in the womb of Queen Maya, the queen of King Suddhodana. This is the story of his birth."
"So that's how it is." Xie Jue stared intently at the mural, and when he saw the flying celestial maiden, he became excited again.
"Mother, they seem to be flying, they're so beautiful!"
"These fairies are the goddesses of fragrance and sound in Buddhism," Qin Jiuwei continued gently. "They are skilled in singing and dancing, adding beauty and peace to the Buddhist kingdom."
Xie Yanli listened to her story from the side, gradually becoming engrossed.
"Madam, I never knew you had such a deep understanding of Buddhism."
His phoenix eyes smiled, and his tone became gentle.
The Great Jin Dynasty has many talented women who love poetry and books, and many of them have already made a name for themselves in the capital.
But Qin Jiuwei was not only well-versed in poetry and literature, but also had a wide range of interests, seemingly knowing a little about everything.
This was the first time he had ever seen a woman like this.
"That was just a casual remark," Qin Jiu chuckled softly, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.
She learned all this knowledge in her previous life when she was in the palace.
During her ten years in the palace in her previous life, she read a great many books.
The palace was a lonely place; if I didn't read books and do other things to pass the time, I really don't know how I would have gotten through it.
Gao Xian's gaze had now fallen on Qin Jiuwei.
He was captivated by Qin Jiuwei's explanation, and the admiration in his eyes grew even stronger.
Feeling a burning gaze from the side, Qin Jiu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she felt a little uneasy.
She instinctively turned her head to look.
Gao Xian noticed her movement and immediately looked away just before their eyes met.
Their eyes met.
Qin Jiuwei frowned slightly when she couldn't find the person.
She had some doubts about Gao Xian, but she really didn't want to see him, so she stopped paying attention to the matter.
Seeing that Qin Jiuwei did not continue searching, Gao Xian breathed a slight sigh of relief.
It seems she didn't think of herself.
While Gao Xian was happy, he also felt a sense of loss that he couldn't help but feel.
He shook his head slightly, trying to stop himself from thinking about it.
After viewing the murals, the young monk continued to lead them towards the back courtyard rooms.
Not far away at that moment.
"Master, they've left," the round-faced little monk said.
At this moment, the old monk, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.
Beneath the relaxed eyelids were a pair of clear and bright eyes.
"Master," the young monk asked in confusion, "I feel there's something strange about the relationship between these three benefactors."
There's a feeling that's hard to describe.
The old monk glanced in the direction the three had left, then revealed a gentle, Buddhist smile.
"Amitabha Buddha, all worldly affairs are governed by cause and effect."
On the other side, the backyard.
“Esteemed benefactors, this courtyard will be your accommodation for the next two days.”
The young monk put his hands together in prayer and said respectfully.
"Thank you, little master!" Xie Jue put his hands together and bowed in the same manner as him, his voice soft and childish.
The little monk looked at the tiny child in front of him, who was barely knee-high, bowing solemnly, and a gentle smile crept onto his lips.