PDLP Chapter 112 Yue Family
Chapter 112 Yue Family
Pour out everything in the envelope. There are two pages of letter paper in total. One page has only a few lines written on it, and the other page has a lot of content written densely.
"Jinghua Temple? Master Yuanyin?" Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, remembering the old monk she saw in the temple.
As fate would have it, I actually got his letter in Chunxing Village.
"Jinghua Temple, written by Yuanyin himself."
"This letter is written to help donor Yang return to her hometown, Chunxing Village, Xiahe Town, Pengcheng. Please point out the direction for her to return home. There is some money in the envelope, please accept it."
On the next page, it begins: "If you are not a relative of Donor Yang, please stop here."
Further down, it explains all the reasons why Master Yuan Yin behaved like this, and it is about Yang Xiaojiao's past that was written to Wen Yan and others.
Twenty-seven years ago, Jinghua Temple was a temple exclusively for royal sacrifices.
The emperor would come here every year to pray for the world. At that time, Yuanyin was just an ordinary little monk here, responsible for ringing the bell and cleaning the room every day.
That day, a young woman with a rural accent originally planned to go up the mountain to pray for her child, but she was told at the foot of the mountain that a distinguished person was visiting today and she was not allowed to go up the mountain.
The woman originally planned to go back, but unexpectedly the nobleman looked at her and said there was no need to stop her and let her go up.
When the woman reached the mountain, she was tied up hands and feet by the guards and locked in a room.
Yuan Yin saw it and thought she had done something wrong. After all, if a distinguished person was traveling, anyone who bumped into her or there was an assassin would be detained here and interrogated when she left.
After cleaning the yard, Yuanyin found a corner to slack off and accidentally overslept.
When he woke up and wanted to go to his room, he saw the locked-up woman running out of the room with her clothes in disarray.
When she saw Yuanyin, she felt like she had seen a savior, and quietly asked him if he knew where to go down the mountain and if there was a back door. The main gate was guarded and she had no way to get out there.
Although Yuanyin was a monk, he knew what the donor had just experienced.
Monks should have good intentions and help people.
There is indeed a way out of the room, even a secret passage, which no one will ever find.
However, if she is allowed to leave, everyone in Jinghua Temple will die.
Yuan Yin chose all the monks in Jinghua Temple, and he did not help the female donor escape.
Later, the female donor was taken away by the nobleman.
The next time I saw the female donor was two years ago. She was crazy and was sent to Jinghua Temple, saying that this would help cleanse her sins and cure her madness.
Yuan Yin was in great torment and kept thinking about how to compensate the female donor.
Until one day, I heard from her the location of her hometown.
Yuanyin knew that if he let the donor go, Jinghua Temple would still not be able to escape responsibility if the nobleman blamed him in the future.
He went to ask the Buddha for divination, and the Buddha agreed with his approach. The funny thing is that the nobleman also asked for divination, and even the Buddha was angry with him.
So on New Year's Eve, when all the guards were most relaxed, Yuan used drugs to knock everyone out and released the female donor who was imprisoned there.
At the end, the ink spreads: "I stop writing here, and I can't finish it. The sea and the sky are in sight, and I wish you good luck."
After reading the letter, the mother and daughter looked at each other in silence.
Master Yuan Yin did not write who the specific noble person was, but Wen Yan learned from Xiang Yun that this noble person was the emperor of the time.
Wen Yan's sleepiness disappeared completely. This letter was written years ago. Maybe the incident at Jinghua Temple has been exposed. I wonder if Yuanyin is still alive.
This kind of thing is a royal secret, and even if it is dealt with, it will not be known to outsiders.
But in fact, the culprit of all this is clearly the person at the top.
Innocent people are dragged into the abyss, kind people are deeply condemned in their hearts, but the real culprit behind the scenes is still able to sleep soundly.
Wen Yan slammed the table and said, "Fuck, I'm not going to sleep anymore!"
Wan Dongling:?
Wen Yan walked to the west room and shook Xiang Yun, her eyes seeming to glow in the dark.
Xiangyun hasn't slept yet. His mood is so unstable that he can't sleep at all.
Wen Yan grabbed her shoulders and said, "Sister, how can you sleep? You are at the age when you should go out and explore!"
Xiangyun:?
The next day, Wen Yan and Xiang Yun sat at the dinner table with huge dark circles under their eyes.
Wen Yangu glanced at them hesitantly, "You...are you guys choosing your own bed?"
Wen Yan waved her hand and showed an excited smile, "No, I discussed something with her, so I went to bed a little late."
Wen Yan had overslept in the first place, and Wen Yangu had cooked breakfast all by himself. She smiled apologetically at Wen Yangu and said, "Dad, I'll leave the pot to you. And Wan He... and Mom, I'll leave them all to you. I'll take the third child to the clinic."
"What! How about I go and send Wan Xuan off..." When Wen Yangu heard that he would be staying with Yang Xiaojiao, he felt something was wrong all over his body.
But Wen Yan had already run away.
Wan Dongling had already eaten and continued to review her lessons. Wan He also finished his porridge and ran to play with Wang Yinchen.
Only he and Yang Xiaojiao were left at the dinner table.
Seeing Wen Yangu looking at her, Yang Xiaojiao smiled shyly, as if they were meeting for the first time.
“It’s not fair.”
Wen Yangu smiled bitterly, "I have hated you for so many years. I originally hoped that you would live in regret, but now it seems that I am the one who regrets it."
Yang Xiaojiao didn't know if he understood, so she asked him, "Why?"
He murmured softly: "If I had been tougher and kept you, would... everything be different?"
Yang Xiaojiao smiled and answered the question irrelevantly: "Xiao Yan said that if I stay at home obediently, she will be back in the afternoon."
...
Wen Yan first sent Wan Xuan to Zhongjing Hall, and then followed the street to Jinyulou and the clothing shop in turn.
Business in Jinyulou was quieter than before, and the person greeting guests in the lobby was not Mr. Yue, but Boss Niu.
As soon as he saw Wen Yan, Boss Niu's eyes lit up, "I heard that you came back yesterday, but I really can't get away from here."
"Where is Yue Wenhui?" Wen Yan frowned, looking at Boss Niu's familiar look. It was not the first time that he came here as a substitute shopkeeper.
Boss Niu looked at Wen Yan's expression and quickly explained, "Shopkeeper Yue really had something going on at home and was in a hurry to go back. I heard that Old Master Yue had health problems again, so he has been taking frequent vacations these past few days."
If it was because Mr. Yue had health problems, then that would be understandable. "He's not coming today?"
"Come over in the afternoon. I'll tell Shopkeeper Yue to wait for you to come over."
Wen Yan nodded, looked at the account book again, made sure there was no big problem, and then went to the clothing store.
"Xiao Yan!" Wang He was also very happy to see Wen Yan, "Finally I meet you."
The shelves behind Wang He were much emptier, with only the most common facial creams still for sale.
Wen Yan smiled and said, "I came to see you right after I got back. How's your business lately?"
"You'll know after you take a look." Wang He took out a thick booklet from the cabinet. "Recently, the reputation of our facial cream has spread more and more widely. The number of reservations has reached more than 500..."
He looked at Wen Yan expectantly and said, "Now that you're back, we should be able to solve the problem of medicinal materials!"
Wen Yan turned her face away guiltily. The herbs she grew herself were probably only enough for about fifty bottles. After all, she was still not as efficient as the housekeeper. "I've asked about this batch of herbs. Some of them will be delivered in a few days. I'll give them to you then, but the first batch will only be about fifty bottles."
"Okay."
The two chatted for a while, and suddenly mentioned that Old Man Yue was ill again. Wen Yan said, "He was obviously well before, why is he ill again now? Is there something wrong with the medicine?"
"No way," Wang He showed a gossipy look, "You don't know, during the few months you were away, the Yue family was in turmoil.