Chapter 311

Miaoyin looked at Hua Niang tenderly, with a soft voice, like a mouthful of honey, sweet into her heart: "Aung, is it OK?"

Miaoyin's smart eyes seem to be able to talk. Who can refuse her like this.

Hua Niang felt that her heart was about to melt. Listening to the sound of nature in the world pleading in front of her, she couldn't agree, and she couldn't wait to show her heart to her.

Hua Niang smiled and nodded, "yes, of course."

Miaoyin smiled: "then auntie, go and arrange it. I'll cook porridge in the afternoon."

Hua Niang nodded repeatedly, "OK, now you have a rest first. Don't worry about the porridge. Leave it to Aung."

Miaoyin nodded. She poured herself a cup of herbal tea, drank two mouthfuls, and smelled the thick fragrance of the flowers. She was relieved. As long as she had enough strength, she would continue to be beautiful and fragrant, making everyone in the world obsessed with her. Whether it was the Xia dynasty or other countries, she would be crazy about her divine voice.

With a dried flower in her mouth, Miaoyin leaned against the bed to rest.

Vaguely, she felt that she couldn't move all over, as if she had returned to the dilapidated village. Rows of people stood in two rows, looking at her with a smile.

Miaoyin wants to run, but her hands and feet seem to be unable to move. She can't move at all.

A fear, emanating from the depths of her heart, haunted her. When she opened her mouth, she smelled the thick stench, like the smell of decay.

And those people she used to know turned red and ran towards her.

Miaoyin was frightened. She struggled, but did not move. She could only watch them run in front of her, crash into her body and disappear.

Miaoyin opened her mouth, struggled hard, and finally woke up.

She took a deep breath and frowned. She opened her mouth, and a stench came into her nose. The dried flowers in her mouth were already smelly. She was disgusted for a while, and hurriedly wrapped them in a veil. She staggered out of bed and rushed to the table, holding flower tea and pouring it into her mouth.

The cool scented tea seems to cover up the odor.

Her face was pale, and she staggered in front of the dressing mirror. She looked at her beautiful face carefully, and there was no change. She was still so beautiful, and her skin was as delicate as fat.

She breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't wait for the porridge.

The dried flowers were packed with lotus. She didn't dare to open her mouth. She smelled deeply for a long time, and was assured that there was no abnormal smell.

Put on a long skirt, put on a silly hat that is up to your ankles, and cover yourself up.

Hua Niang came: "Yinyin, are you awake?"

Miaoyin didn't dare to open her mouth. She didn't even dare to swallow. The dried flowers in her mouth will absorb the water in her mouth. If her mouth secretes too much water, the dried flowers will become very smelly, so Miaoyin didn't answer the flower mother, but opened the door and nodded gently.

The flower mother looked at the Miaoyin covered tightly, and was also satisfied. After all, it was too beautiful, and it had a natural voice, so it was safe to cover it.

Miaoyin wants to give porridge. Naturally, she wants to report to the third prince. The third prince has no opinion. No matter how capable Miaoyin is, she is already his woman. The good deeds she has done and the accumulated good reputation can be the icing on the cake for him in the future.

People naturally want to support an emperor who is kind-hearted and loves his people like a son.

So as soon as he heard the report from the servant, he got it.

She also quickly arranged people to prepare porridge. Miaoyin just needed to appear. She didn't need to worry about manpower and porridge at all.

When everything is done, mother Hua will bring Miaoyin herself.

Miaoyin sat on the carriage, spitting the dried flowers in her mouth into a small jar, and quickly covered it to prevent the rotten smell from spreading. She re contained two dried flowers in her mouth. Her heart was flustered, and she couldn't help urging: "Auntie, are you coming?"

Hua Niang responded outside the carriage, "soon."

What needs porridge in Beijing is just outside the city gate, where beggars gather. The servants who do porridge have gone first. Those beggars can't wait to hear that there are good people who do porridge.

As soon as Miaoyin arrived, he arranged porridge immediately.

The servant who cooked the porridge shouted, "come and eat the porridge quickly. Miss Miaoyin in Yuqiong Pavilion is kind and does good deeds. All the porridge you eat is given by Miss Miaoyin. Do you know? Read the kindness of miss Miaoyin."

The beggars gathered immediately shouted with gratitude: "Miaoyin girl Bodhisattva, Miaoyin girl is a good person."

Everyone who hit the porridge shouted. For them, just like the benefactor of giving copper coins, it was easy to say a few words of thanks, a few words of Bodhisattva, and a few words of auspiciousness. Such words were shouted countless times when begging in the city every day.

Sometimes if you shout, you may not get one or two copper coins, but if you don't shout, you are more likely not to.

Miaoyin frowned. These people said female Bodhisattva, but she didn't feel the power of faith at all. Even if she was here, these people bowed to her and thanked her, but there was no faith at all, and all gratitude was not sincere.

Hua Niang smiled and looked coldly at these inferior people: "Yinyin, we should go back, and the porridge is almost gone."

Miaoyin frowned. Through her hat, she looked at those people squatting aside with bowls of porridge, eating her handouts, but she didn't really appreciate her. How can this work.

The dried flowers in her mouth also began to wet, and she felt more and more smelly.

Miaoyin took a deep breath and walked towards the people.

She was dressed in white, and her figure was delicate. People who drank porridge couldn't help looking up at Miaoyin, with a smile on their faces and saying good words: "thank you, female Bodhisattva, thank you, female Bodhisattva."

Miaoyin slowly said, "eat, and I'll sing you a song."

Miaoyin began to sing softly, and her voice with a force immediately pulled people into the beautiful dreamlike artistic conception.

Every dirty and embarrassed face showed an expression of satisfaction and happiness, listening to the sound of nature, from the heart of obsession.

They even stretched out their hands into the air, as if to catch something.

Miaoyin can feel a lot of faith power returning to her, and her lightness seems to fly away in the wind at any time.

A lot of strength made her feel very comfortable, and the rotten smell disappeared. What she exuded from the inside out was not the smell, but the fragrance, an obsessive fragrance.

Miaoyin stopped and felt that she was full of power. She smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Miaoyin walked towards the carriage: "Aung, go back."

People woke up like a dream, looked at Miaoyin's back, and put down their bowls one after another. They worshipped and kowtowed Miaoyin's back. What they showed in their eyes was fanaticism and obsession. They shouted: "Goddess has come to earth, goddess has come to earth, we don't need to suffer, goddess, goddess..."