The Small Canteen Of Dali Temple

The Small Canteen Of Dali Temple Chapter 1: Wedges

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The clapper knocked three times, and the two monks who had been invited to chant sutras couldn’t resist the sleepiness and went down to rest.

In the entire mourning hall, there were only two burly girls burning paper money.

One of them yawned, picked up the white silk at hand, stood up, and said, “Get up!”

The other casually threw a wad of paper money into the brazier and then stood up.

The night wind blew, and the paper bundles were blown loudly. The snow-white mourning hall seemed empty and inexplicably permeating.

The two girls didn’t even lift their eyelids and walked to the unsealed coffin in the middle.

Lifting their feet and stepping on the bench supporting the coffin, the two looked at the person lying in the coffin.

The snow-skinned and beautiful girl is lying quietly inside, and under the dim candlelight of the mourning hall, her appearance is even more dazzling and lifelike.

“Miss Wen?” one of the girls called out.

The girl lying in the coffin opened her eyes and sat up.

It turned out that it was not lifelike, but the girl in the coffin was originally a living person.

Looking at the person sitting up suddenly in the coffin, the two maids showed no surprise on their faces, and one of them smiled and said, “Young lady Wen has been wronged.”

The girl gave a soft “hmm” and looked up to look around.

Seeing this move, the two burly girls couldn’t help but pause: the girl sitting in the coffin raised her eyes, and her eyes shifted. The moving beauty is more lively and fragrant than when she was asleep just now.

Such a beauty, no wonder the young master was reluctant to let go. It was no wonder that he was worried and wanted to do everything possible to order someone to deal with her.

The two looked at each other, and one of them stretched out his hand to the girl: “Miss Wen, let me help you up!”

The girl stretched out her hand to her without doubting him. The next moment, there was a “huh”, and her face changed suddenly.

The white silk wrapped around the girl’s neck, and strangled her back tightly.

The candlelight flickered, stretching the shadows of the three people in the mourning hall infinitely above the ground. The two burly girls tightly strangled the girl’s neck, and the girl struggled to resist.

The shadow wobbled, from struggling to let go, from a lively beauty to a cold corpse in an instant.

Two burly maids probed the girl’s neck for a long time, and after confirming that she was indeed dead, they loosened the cloth and put the girl back into the coffin.

The mourning hall was set up, of course, there has to be a dead people, how can a fake dead person be enough?

After finishing all this, the two stout girls stepped down from the bench and returned to the brazier. They were no longer casual like before and threw a lot of paper money into the brazier with solemn expressions.

After doing something wrong, they were not as fearless as before.

“Don’t blame us, if you want to blame it, you can only blame your Wen family for blocking the way of others!” A girl chattered.

“With such a position, how could it be possible for the young master to have someone else in his heart?”

“It’s also your fault, the Wen family, for not knowing how to appreciate. If it weren’t for… sigh, it wouldn’t have resulted in being framed, having your home ransacked, and crying out for justice in vain. I can’t believe you, a lady from a respected and prominent family, have fallen to this point!”

…

She had this dream countless times. From the beginning, she could only repeat the events in front of her over and over again like a marionette, until she was able to control her body when she was on the verge of waking up.

With their back to her, she could only see the two girls chattering away, and they didn’t notice that the girl who was strangled to death by them just now suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up quietly.

She knew that the dream was coming to an end, and there was not much she could do.

The girl thought for a while, stretched out her hand out of the coffin, and shook the paper bundle beside the coffin.

Just a moment ago, the two sturdy maidservants, who didn’t even bother to lift their eyelids at the sound of the paper money being burned, were now startled by the shaking sound of the paper money. Instinctively, they turned their heads to look.

But seeing the girl who was still lying in the coffin just now, sitting up at some point, grinning and showing her white teeth, and stretching out her hand to them with a smile: “Can you give me a hand?”

Two screams pierced the sky above the mourning hall.

Also… woke Wen Mingtang up from her sleep, she yawned and sat up from the bed.

Scared those two burly girls so badly, she felt refreshed and in a great mood.

She has had this dream countless times, ever since she crossed over and became the eight-year-old Wen Mingtang.

At first, it was only once or twice a year, but as the day of leaving the palace approached, it became more and more frequent. It’s so frequent that she was about to leave the palace today, but she still had this dream all night.
Everything was like an early warning.

Wen Mingtang got out of bed and took out the stack of letters in his bag as he watched the sky gradually turning pale.

On the neatly arranged seven letters, there were six large characters written: “Ming Tang meimei qin qi”1. In the lower right corner, there was an engraved seal with the character “Ye”.

After becoming this Wen Mingtang, she also inherited the scattered memories of the girl before she was eight years old.

Before the Wen family was ransacked, the girl had a marriage agreement with the Ye family in Jinling. Of course, due to their young age, the marriage certificate had not yet been established, it was just a verbal promise.

Later, the Wen family had an accident, and this verbally promised marriage was no longer counted. The members of the Ye family personally went there before Wen was beheaded, delivered a sumptuous last meal, and let Wen dàrén 2 write that the marriage agreement would no longer hold any significance. With this commitment in black and white, it marked a definitive boundary between the Ye family and the Wen family.

However, the young master from the Ye family, who was betrothed to her through a finger-to-finger pledge, would send letters every year. Although he never mentioned the marriage in the letters, there were traces of their childhood friendship lingering between the lines. The last letter arrived during the New Year season, and it was said that he had heard she would be leaving the palace. He invited her to come and see the scenery of Jiangnan in Jinling.

Wen Mingtang looked at the bronze mirror beside her.

A small face the size of a palm appeared in the bronze mirror. The thick bangs covered most of the face and also covered most of the girl’s unique color.

Wen Mingtang reached out and raised her thick bangs.

Without bangs covering the brows and eyes, a breathtakingly beautiful face appeared in the bronze mirror.

She frowned, and the beauty in the mirror frowned slightly, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the moment she raised her eyes to look in the mirror, she revealed a pair of peach blossom-shaped eyes. There was water in the eyes, with a bit of dampness, between drooping and raising the eyes, the water is shining, these are a pair of extremely charming eyes.

Under the eyes was beautiful nose and red lips, matched with the natural snow skin and black hair, the beauty was breathtaking.

If such a face was fully displayed in front of people and entered the eyes of the palace, don’t even think about leaving the palace.

Wen Mingtang lowered her thick bangs and lowered her eyelids: This is her usual appearance when she appeared in Shangshi Palace.

Beautiful appearance, but… There were many beauties like this in the palace, and they were not outstanding.

Wen Mingtang didn’t look at herself in the bronze mirror anymore, turned around and carefully packed her luggage.

Waited until the moment when the morning drum in the palace sounded. Wen Mingtang then put the three bundles on her back and pushed open the door.

Five years! From the sudden death of the last Emperor to the ascension of the new Emperor, she was finally able to leave the palace!

Footnote

Basically means for the eyes of my younger sister only.Means her father was in a good official position.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone, I have opened a new book^-^. The inspiration of the new book comes from the two supporting characters in the previous book: The story of Dali Temple Shaoqing X gourmet heroine

Translator’s note: Hi, starting a new book. Hope you like it. Each chapter is a page turner and the FL is a badass, calm and very shewed FL.