Fang Chuanxiu's life as a concubine was rough. A small sedan chair picked her up from the countryside and sent her back again. The weather in the twelfth lunar month was very freezing, and there was no charcoal fire for cooking and cooking in the village. She was hungry and cold. Fang Chuanxiu pressed her flat belly, turned around and entered the nunnery. With a knife in her hand, her waist-length hair was cut clean.
Several young nuns came forward, but they could not stop her, so they had no choice but to let her kowtow a few times, and had no choice but to ask the abbot to recognize this young junior sister. In the chaos of war, the curtain was gently lifted. Fang Chuanxiu took a quick look and saw an indifferent figure with black hair like clouds and cheeks as sweet as snow. Her absurd image with a wild head of hair was reflected in her calm eyes.
At that moment, she seemed to smell the fragrance of cuckoo.
In the fifth year when Princess Yongjia was leading Buddhist practice in name but actually waiting for death, she met a man who was so miserable that she needed to become a nun to survive, but who desperately wanted her to live. She asked her to give a reason, but she hesitated, her face flushed, her eyes were moist with steam, she quickly glanced at her, and just said, "How can I stay here openly and honestly if you leave? Just, just do it~"
Princess Yongjia knew that she had lied, but she really wanted to do it, so she naturally turned around and chirped, hitting her right in the mouth.
Today is also the day when the princess clearly wanted to die, but she didn't~
Intention: When you want to give up life, please wait a little longer and a miracle will appear.