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One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

Shen Ninghua raised her gaze, and her eyes formed a beautiful crescent moon. Her clear eyes reflected Chu Junyi's shadow, bright, resplendent, and intimidating.

Chu Junyi lifted her hand and caressed her eyes, feeling the itch on her long eyelashes. It felt like a feather had been lifted from her heart, soft and warm. She leaned forward and held Shen Ninghua in her arms. "Ninghua, don't worry. I'll make it up to you for the blessings of this world!"

Shen Ninghua had a gentle smile on her face. "Chu Junyi, I don't care if my wedding is blessed or not. I'm not a person who's blessed anyway. What I care about is what you think."

I'll only give you one chance, Chu Junyi. I don't want to repeat the same mistake again, and I've long given up on loving you for a lifetime. I only believe in you now, and I hope you will not let me down …

The lights were bright, dragging the shadows of the two as they merged into one without distinguishing between one another, intimately without a single gap.

After a long while, Chu Junyi released Shen Ninghua and held her hand tightly, showing her the scenery of the garden.

"Ning Hua, this is the Congealed Clouds Pavilion. Inside is a green bamboo that was sent from the southwest, it is especially quiet and elegant."

Every time Chu Junyi arrived, she would explain in detail what this place was, and what the sights were.

Shen Ninghua followed his footsteps, her gaze falling on his back. This person had always been unorthodox, but whenever he needed it, he would never let her down.

A hint of warmth appeared in his eyes, and the smile on his lips became more and more genuine. Just as he wanted to speak to him, he saw that his footsteps suddenly stopped. "What's wrong, have you finished strolling around?"

Shen Ninghua looked at the courtyard before him. A signboard was hung above the main entrance of the Hua Lord Pavilion. "What is this place?"

Chu Jun tightened his grip on Shen Ninghua's hand as a complicated expression flashed across his face. He was looking forward to it, but there was also a trace of nervousness and excitement, "Ninghua, this place will be the inner courtyard, the place for us to rest."

Just a moment ago, she had only thought of the Hua Jun Medicine Store and was still wondering why it was called the Hua Lord Pavilion. She thought that it was a place to store medicinal herbs, but to think that it was actually a place for them to rest.

Chu Junyi turned and suddenly grabbed Shen Ninghua by the waist. "Ninghua, I've designed every inch of this courtyard. It's filled with all sorts of flowers from Jiang-Nan Su City. Let's go take a look …"

"Let go!"

Chu Junyi's hands tightened around hers. She had been looking forward to it for so many days, but now that she was finally married, how could she let go of it so easily?

The night was dark, and the red thread was tied to Long Xianxiang's wedding candle. The candle flame was bright and warm …

The next day, when Shen Ninghua woke up, Bai Ning and company were already waiting at the door with water bowls in their hands. After hearing the commotion in the room, they lowered their heads and entered without looking back.

Shen Ninghua endured the aching pain in her body and got up. Chu Junyi was already dressed and was staring at her attentively. Shen Ninghua wanted nothing more than to take out a bottle of powder and smash it on his head. "Get out!"

Looking at her red ears, Chu Junyi nodded. "Alright, your wife should go wash up first. Your husband will go check on the breakfast arrangements." Ning Hua's face was thin. If she was angered like last night, she would have to coax him for a long time.

Only then did Shen Ninghua's complexion turn better. While enduring the discomfort on her body, she put on her clothes one by one and inadvertently raised her head to look at Hong Ling. However, she found that her face was flushed red as she stared closely at her body.

Shen Ninghua lowered her head to look at the clothes on her neck that she hadn't tidied up, her face immediately turning red and black.

Red marks could be seen on the edge of her snow-white clavicle. No matter how one looked at it, it seemed as if there was an ambiguous aura. She quickly tidied up her clothes and washed her face with their hands. She then sat in front of the mirror to put on her makeup. Only then did her complexion look much better.

Hong Ling lowered her head and secretly smiled. "Miss, I don't have any blood circulation medicine, I'll send it over to you later."

"Yesterday, Chu Junyi and I discussed and said that the Ye Yi beside him is not bad and has yet to get married. I think it's best if he betrothed you to him."

Hong Ling paused and quickly begged for mercy, "Miss, this servant was wrong. This servant will serve you for the rest of my life and won't marry anyone."

Shen Ninghua glanced at her and gave a slight cold snort. Only after hearing her speak a lot of good words did he finally express that he would not pursue the matter.

When they arrived at the lobby, Chu Junyi was sitting on a chair and reading the news that was passed over by Ye Yi. When she saw Shen Ninghua enter, a smile immediately appeared on her face, "Ninghua, breakfast is ready. Come quickly and have some food. I've been busy all day yesterday, so I haven't had much to eat."

Shen Ninghua rolled her eyes at him and sat down so that Bai Yu could serve her the porridge. "Today, we need to enter the palace to thank royal father."

"Mm, I remember that the empress will definitely find you alone today. Be careful." Chu Junyi's expression turned grave as she recalled the contents of the letter. "Master Chen was invited into the palace yesterday to lecture on the emperor's dao."

Thinking back to what Wu Chen had said about her overbearing temperament, Shen Ninghua smiled coldly and said, "Let a monk with impure heart lecture on the Dao for royal father, what can he explain?"

"Xiao Hua, you seem to know some things about Monk Wu Chen …"

"Not really. I just know a bit about it. Rumor has it that Grandmaster Wu Chen's buddhist arts are profound and his knowledge is profound. He is one of the most pious buddhist disciples."

"Mm, not bad. That's what the outside world has always said about him."

Shen Ninghua scoffed, "If what the rumors say is true, then how could he possibly have taught Shen Xuanye, who was full of greed, how could he have coincidentally appeared on our wedding day and delivered the letter that our so-called Grandfather left behind?"

Chu Junyi nodded, thinking back to the letter she had read yesterday. "That's right. Ninghua, you don't have to worry too much. I'll send someone to keep an eye on him."

"Yes." That's right, there's also the Xiao family … "

"Let's enter the palace now. Later, we'll go to the Xiao family to pay our respects to our foster father. If he insists on breaking off our relationship, then there's nothing much to say."

The two of them entered the palace together for breakfast. Baili Qingcang went to the Imperial Court early in the morning to hear that Shen Ninghua and Chu Junyi had arrived. He was overjoyed.

Shen Ninghua was wearing a princess attire with a bright and beautiful smile on her face. Even before she could say anything, she already made her husband quite happy.

Chu Junyi was also dressed in a silver imperial consort's uniform, which only served to accentuate her charm as a god of wind and lush jade tree.

The two of them stood together with a tacit understanding and gentleness emanating from their bodies. It simply couldn't be more compatible.

"Chu Junyi (Shen Ninghua) pays her respects to royal father. I am here to thank you for the marriage bestowed upon me by royal father."

"Good, good, quickly get up and sit down."

Shen Ninghua smiled and said, "Imperial Father, from the looks of it, you seem to be in a good mood today."

"Father, Master Chen also came to my Princess' Mansion yesterday. It's just that my daughter said something to make him unhappy."

"Oh? I also heard that you are the most magnanimous princess that he has ever seen. " He did not pay much attention to what Wu Chen had said about the excessive hostility from the hit rate. "Ninghua, you have also paid your respects to my royal father. Go pay your respects to your mother now. Master Wu Chen will be coming over soon. I still have many questions to discuss with him yesterday."

"Yes, royal father."

As he left the Hall of Acceptance, Shen Ninghua's brows were tightly furrowed, just in time to see the monk walking over.

"Amitabha, good, good. This humble monk greets the princess."

Shen Ninghua's expression was clear and cold, like the Hibiscus Mutabilis, so noble and cold that no one dared to approach her, "Master is here to lecture Father?"

"Yes, I had a long conversation with His Majesty yesterday, and I deeply felt that His Majesty and the buddhist faith were fated to continue today."

Shen Ninghua sneered in his heart. Is it due to the emperor's fate with the buddhist faith, or do you insist on having a relationship between the emperor and the buddhist faith? Then only you can explain it clearly.

"Everyone says that the Buddhist arts are limitless, but what stage does the master think he has reached on the path of the Buddhist arts?"

"Amitabha, I am just an ordinary monk. I have only read a few Buddhist scriptures, and I know very little about it. I dare not say where I have reached."

Shen Ninghua's eyes were calm and unperturbed. "Since Grandmaster has only read a few scriptures and knows very little about them, you dare to judge that the emperor of this world is fated to be Buddha?"

Ye Wu Chen raised his head. "Princess seems to have misunderstood this humble monk?"

"I don't dare. I still have to pay my respects to mother, so I won't chat with you for too long. Goodbye." After which, he walked away.

Chu Junyi took a step back and whispered, "Give Master a word of advice. In the past, many people had said that Ning Hua had the ability to speak fluently and agree with his point of view. Does Master want to know how those people are doing?"

Wu Chen lowered his eyes. His lips moved slightly as he recited the Buddhist scripture. "Amitabha."

"Not bad. They have all been sent to meet Buddha."

When Wu Chen raised his head to look at the two leaving backs, his eyelids twitched slightly. "Amitabha, one is an evil ghost from hell and the other is a lost soul. It's a mess. This world is going to turn chaotic."

In Ning Kun Palace, the empress sat at the head with a gloomy face. She thought that if she left early yesterday, the remaining ministers and madams would also leave. However, she didn't expect that they would all stay until the end of the ninth banquet!

The crown prince looked worried. "Imperial Mother, are you not feeling well?"

"No problem."

Fang Xue came in. "Empress, Princess Zhao Hua has come to pay her respects and is currently outside the great hall."

The Crown Prince frowned, "Imperial Mother, you are not feeling well, so you should rest first. Princess Zhaohua understands the general situation, so she should be able to understand you, right?"

Hearing this, Zhao Hui Ying's eyebrows creased even more fiercely: "Crown Prince, yesterday when I left early, I've already expressed my dissatisfaction towards Shen Ninghua. Now, if even she comes to pay her respects to me, a mother, then the one who has no face will not be her, but me!"

The Crown Prince was stunned, "Why... "How could that be?"

The Queen's eyes widened as her expression became as sharp as a sword, "Crown Prince, you are the ruler of a country, and the harem is the domain of a woman. Naturally, a woman will plot against you, and you should focus on the world around you, don't interfere in the harem's affairs, understand?"

"Yes, this son understands." The Crown Prince, Baili Jinyi, lowered his head, a cold light flashing across his eyes.

Only then did the empress's expression relax. "Hide behind the screen. Fang Xue, proclaim Princess Zhao Hua's presence."

"Yes, Empress."