A single tree becomes a banyan

There is a temple in Xishan, with regular layout and simple style, and the reputation of the bell resounds all over the world-the bell rings first in the early morning and then slows down, alerting the public, the long night is over, don't let it go to sleep.And the bell at night is slow first and then urgent, reminding the public to feel dizzy and ignorant!

Therefore, the daily work and rest of the people in Xishan starts with the sound of the bell and ends with the sound of the bell.

After the change of dynasty in Xuanyuan Continent, officials visiting this temple appeared frequently, and people at the foot of the mountain bumped into them occasionally, and said strangely: This temple has no name and no Buddha, and only a widow lives there. What can I worship?

The people in Xishan are far away from the imperial capital, and most of them know people by their clothes. Those with gorgeous clothes are adults, and those with good looks are quasi-adults.People with ordinary appearance and simple clothes are all regarded as commoners by the people of Xishan.

The widow in the temple is just a typical plain-looking and simple-clothed commoner, but she doesn't walk around with the people on weekdays. Everyone is full of curiosity, and there are many speculations about her origin. Raised female slave, three words...

"Di Xingzhi said that there are no musicians to use when worshiping the ancestors and worshiping the heavens. I can bear the order of the Yuefu when I read the bell and the wind under the forest."

The former princess Murong of Gusu - Murong Xing proclaimed the emperor, General Dan Xiao's subordinates were dissatisfied, causing turmoil in the court, the empress thought of the old "Su Hua Bell Fish", and asked Zhong Li to bring her piano out of the mountain.

"There is only a zither, which has already been broken in my heart. Please come back, my lord."

Zhong Li sent away the official who passed the word of mouth, and inadvertently swept the fallen leaves in front of the door, threw the broom away, and ran back to the inner room worriedly to push the person lying on the bed.

It is far more important for someone here to recuperate than to play the piano.

"Wake up quickly."

"Well……"

The person on the bed turned over, wrapped the quilt tightly and continued to sleep, Zhong Li had no choice but to tear off the quilt, and whispered into the ear of the person on the pillow: "The palace is here to arrest you!"

"Who?" The person on the bed was suddenly kicked and stood up, looking around blankly.

Zhong Li looked at this face with distress, this was not the heavenly beauty she knew, but the most authentic Su Rong, the real one made her feel distressed.

Su Rong said dejectedly: "It took 50 years to get out of the palace, and now I can only sleep, and I can't sleep well, it feels really worthless."

Su Rong suffered from anxiety and illness during his lifetime, with dampness to his bones. After birth, he was weak and blood-deficient, and extremely exhausted. The medicine of Le Miracle Physician greatly nourished him, but at most he could last for half a year. Su Rong's price was that he might not live long.

"If you are taken back to the palace, it will be even more worthless. You should pack up your things and stay away from this place."

"I have nowhere to go, you are trying to kill me."

Su Rong lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open, as if wandering away, motionless.

"Forget it, I won't chase you away, just wait for them to invite you again."

Zhong Li patted Su Rong's quilt, got up and went out to decoct the medicine. She skillfully set firewood and started a fire. She moved a small bench and sat by the small stove to watch the pot of medicine. Ah Shan, she is wearing a thorn hairpin sarong, and she doesn't look like an aristocratic lady when viewed from a distance or up close in the smoke and fire.

Su Rong leaned against the door of the room, watching Zhong Li's back gradually fascinated, he seemed to be in a beautiful place at first, but now who gathered here with Zhong Li, who will win and who will lose?Murong Xing's ambition is above ten thousand people, and he disdains to be as famous as Zhong Li, while he himself is even more insignificant in her great cause.

Zhong Li stood up and stretched, glanced at Su Rong out of the corner of his eye, and asked in surprise, "You...why did you get up?"

Zhong Li saw that Su Rong was standing in front of him, his eyes were red before he could answer, and he turned his head to stare at the medicine pot.

Su Rong walked slowly to the center of the courtyard, opened his arms, bathed himself in the sun, and said with a smile, "The sun in the mountains is hotter than in the palace."

Su Rong raised his head, although Zhong Li couldn't see her expression clearly, he could feel her happiness rushing towards his face, so he walked over to hug Su Rong unconsciously.

"Sorry……"

Zhong Li's choked sobs made Su Rong's whole body stiff, she lowered her arms, patted Zhong Li's back, comforting her and herself at the same time: "As long as you survive, you will be happier than anything else."

"No matter how you survive?" Zhong Li looked up at Su Rong's face, still not used to the familiar stranger in front of her, she gently pushed Su Rong away, and said in frustration: "Although it's not easy to say goodbye, I really feel sorry for you." value."

"Probably at that time there was nothing to love, and I wanted to struggle for even a little hope." Su Rong touched his face, and lazily said: "Now the things I care about have changed, let alone whether it is worth it or not."