Author: Bailing Pomelo

"When Smiling discovered this secret, she was only five years old."

Song Waner lowered his head, with a smile on his lips, as if he was trapped in some memories.

"Does Empress know what Smile made the first wish?"

Yan Yuan shook her head.

What a five-year-old girl wants is actually the hardest to guess.

Maybe I want my sister's beads and jewellery, maybe I want to imitate my brother to take a simple hairpin to catch shrimps, and I want to catch a colorful fish. There are no rules in the five-year-old world, only wonderful ideas.

How can you guess it simply?

Song Waner whispered: "I make a wish to the Bodhisattva and I can get a steamed bun with stuffing."

Yan Yuan looked at Song Waner in surprise.

A bitter smile bloomed on Song Wan'er's lips: "I can't believe it? Before the age of five, I didn't fill my stomach every day. Even if they remember to give me some food, they were all rough naan cakes.

I have never eaten steamed buns with stuffing in it.”

Yan Yuan didn't know how to respond.

She was really unimaginable.

Although the northwest is barren, Song Wan'er's father is at least a county magistrate, and he also has a wife and concubine at home. Although Song Wan'er is a concubine, he is still called the fourth lady. How could he fall to the point of not having enough food?

Yan Yuan's face was filled with shiny suspicion.

Song Wan'er took her look in her eyes, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes:

"Indeed, I wouldn't have fallen into such a situation in terms of family circumstances, but my legitimate mother hated my mother for being beautiful and favored. Even if my mother died early, she didn't want to see my similar face in her own courtyard."

"She doesn't afford me a decent meal and board, she just wants me to live like a dog."

"In those years, I didn't remember my mother's appearance, but I remembered one thing."

Song Wan'er stared at Yan Yuan's eyes and said softly:

"hunger."

Her breath became a little heavy, and her brows slightly raised, as if she had recalled many unbearable memories.

"At the age of five, I prayed to the Bodhisattva that I could get a steamed bun with filling. It doesn't matter whether it is meat or vegetables. I just hope it can make the steamed buns taste a little and cover them with their original stinky smell."

"A few days later, a distant relative from the imperial capital passed by his family. His father allowed him to continue traveling and carried him. He ordered the chef at home to slaughter the lamb and mix it into meat filling to make many steamed buns..."

"The whole house was filled with fragrance that day. I was so happy that I didn't dare to sleep, for fear of missing the opportunity to eat it."

“It’s a pity that no one remembers me.”

"Only my legitimate sister told me the second day that the distant relative had traveled far away and gave her a golden hairpin before leaving. Everyone in the family and even the servants had eaten mutton steamed buns, and even dogs ate them.

After that, she asked me if I had eaten it.”

Song Waner took a deep breath, but the expression on his face calmed down strangely.

"At that time, I wondered if it was the one who was praying in the Bodhisattva Record, so there were indeed steamed buns, but he didn't know it was me who wanted it."

"So that night, when I prayed to the Bodhisattva again, I reported my name."

"The Queen guesses, what will happen later?"

Song Wan'er's eyes fell on Yan Yuan's body, and a gentle color appeared on his face.

Yan Yuan was still immersed in Song Waner's story. After finally returning to her senses, she was a little distracted when she saw Song Waner's eyes.

She was secretly following the guardian at that time. When she first met Song Waner, she was already a beautiful and gentle daughter of a county magistrate. But she didn't know that Song Waner actually had such an opportunity.

The suffering seemed to leave no trace on her body.

Song Wan'er was still standing quietly.

Yan Yuan was silent for a moment and said, "Did you make steamed buns again later?"

Song Wan'er laughed out loud: "No."

She said softly: "Later, the distant relative encountered a landslide on the road and temporarily turned back to home. The daughter of the distant relative's family lost a golden hairpin on the way to escape. After being scolded by her father, she cried so sadly.

Just... I told her about my legitimate sister having a golden hairpin."

After that, there were many chaos in the memories, such as the little girl's crying, pushing, screaming, and the insults from her father's anger. The golden hairpin cut through the face of her sister's legitimate during the robbery, and the package that accompanied her fell.

When I arrived on the ground, my luggage inside was scattered all over the ground.

Song Wan'er closed his eyes, as if he had thrown the memories out of his mind, and then laughed softly:

"I picked up a steamed bun on the ground."

"Although it's already cold, it's still the best thing I've ever eaten in my life."

"From then on, I knew that as long as the poor people like me were not so great, even Buddha would feel pity for their hearts."

"And mercy...is a good thing."

There is only the last oil lamp left in front of the Buddha's niche and has never been picked.

Song Wan'er seemed not in a hurry to pick up the last oil lamp, but looked at the flame with all his attention and slowly placed the knife on the fire and turned and roasted it.

The knife was already covered with wax liquid, but at this time, under the licking of the flames, it slowly shed its original color.

Song Wan'er looked at the flashing flames, as if he was looking at the most illusory and beautiful scenery in the world: "Do you know, what wish did I make in front of the Buddha this time?"

Yan Yuan still shook her head.

She had never had an in-depth understanding of Song Wan'er before, and she didn't have much contact with her after entering the palace. Now she can't tell what kind of person she is.

"I made a wish to the Great Buddha, wishing that I could leave the palace and burn the scriptures to fulfill my wish."

Song Wan'er's eyes showed a little innocent color, and in a trance, the little girl who prayed to the Bodhisattva to get a steamed bun.

It was obvious that the Buddha had agreed to her.

Yan Yuan thought to herself.

This is indeed a small wish.

Her wishes are so small and her mind is so sincere. Whether it is a human or a Buddha, it is very difficult to refuse her.

Song Wan'er's knife was roasted so smooth that she picked out the dirt in the last oil lamp slowly, as if only this thing was left in the world was the most important thing in her life.

.

She said, "Can the Empress know what I wish to offer the scriptures?"

Yan Yuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "What wish?"

Song Wan'er turned around, walked to Yan Yuan, and bowed deeply to Yan Yuan: "I made a wish, after listening to my story, I can feel a little pity for me...

…”

Her voice was extremely low, and by the end she was already whispering almost squeezed out of her throat.

The last few words were swallowed into her stomach.

Yan Yuan didn't hear it very clearly, and instinctively walked forward half a step forward, but she didn't expect that just as soon as she approached, Song Wan'er suddenly raised her head, and the murderous aura appeared in her pitiful eyes just now!

Yan Yuan was slightly stunned.

The next moment, Song Wan'er was already holding a knife and stabbing her chest accurately!

Her movements were extremely fast, like a cunning rabbit coming out of the cage.

It's a pity that she can't fight after all.

Yan Yuan spent almost no effort, but just sideways and avoids this fatal blow.

Yan Yuan took a few steps and said angrily: "Song Wan'er, are you crazy?!"

Song Wan'er almost fell down with a stab, and his eyes were bloody when he turned around.

Her whole face was covered in sweat, and even her lips lost their blood. The hard sound was squeezed out from the bottom of her throat: "No."

Before she finished speaking, she had already stabbed Yan Yuan again.

Yan Yuan didn't want to dodge this time. This is a temple, surrounded by candles and incense oil, and there are too many uncontrollable things. She must control Song Wan'er as soon as possible.

She stood still, allowing Song Waner to approach her. Just as the knife was about to touch her chest, she grabbed Song Waner's wrist and pulled it hard, clamping her movements, and then

Flip her wrist and remove her blade.

Song Wan'er screamed.

Her fingers spread out, but the knife did not land on the ground.

Yan Yuan was stunned for a moment, looked down at her head, but found that it was not her shocking will and she did not let go, but...

The blade stuck to her palm.

"you……"

Yan Yuan looked at her in shock.
To be continued...