Chao Yu Jie

This afternoon was like a vague dream to Wen Zhuo, he was still in a daze about the fact that Yin Hecheng actually liked him too.

However, this joy can only be buried in his heart to digest silently.

Yin Hecheng never saw Wen Zhuo again after he left, and he hurriedly mobilized his troops to the northwest after a few days of busy work.Wen Zhuo didn't go to see him off on the day the army started. While he disliked himself for being too cowardly to look like a man, he also wanted to avoid the fact that Yin Hecheng was going to the battlefield as much as possible.

However, people have to accept the reality after all. For example, the Marquis of Xiangyang, although he worked hard for Wen Zhuo's marriage, it was still not satisfactory in the end.

The war in the northwest has been going on for more than a month, and it is reasonable to say that the people of King Luo have left the capital, so Wen Shiyu should be relieved.Unexpectedly, this person was not in Shangjing, but he didn't miss the slightest bit of thought.Wen Zhuo's birthday was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, exactly the sixteenth, so Wen Zhuo could just eat a bowl of longevity noodles at will.

Wen Shiyu was not willing to accept him, because he was in danger several times last year, so he solemnly led him to Fangyue Temple to pray for blessings this day.When Wen Zhuo hadn't recovered, the Zhizhen monk in this temple went to see him in Hou's mansion, but Wen Zhuo had long since forgotten about it.

It is strange that the monk Zhizhen is very good at Taoism, Dharma and monks are not monks or Taoists, but he has a lot of knowledge, and there are not many nobles in Beijing who believe in him, and Wen Shiyu is no exception.Although he is old, he is indifferent. For some reason, Wen Zhuo always feels uneasy when looking at him.Because when his eyes look at people, there is inexplicable meaning, as if nothing can be hidden.Wen Zhuo always suspected that Zhizhen knew something, but the old monk just looked at him and smiled.

Wen Shiyu finished meeting with him, and said to him: "Thanks to Master's guidance, my son is fine now. It's just that he has been in danger again and again, and the old man is very worried. I don't know how to solve it?"

Zhizhen nodded, his eyes swept over Wen Zhuo's face, and said: "The old man Guan Shizi's complexion is far better than before." Then he said to Wen Shiyu: "Misfortune is where blessings rest, and blessings are where misfortune lies. There is a way that misfortune and blessing depend on each other. Now that the son's fortune has risen, and he is also virtuous and benevolent, there will be a little storm, and there will be no danger in the end."

Hearing his words, Wen Shiyu seemed to be reassured.On the contrary, Wen Zhuo felt that this would be suspected of panacea after listening to it, and he was afraid that Zhizhen deliberately pretended to be an outsider to deceive them, so he couldn't help but said: "Master, there is something unclear about Zhuo, please ask Master Confused."

Zhizhen said: "My son, it's okay to say."

Wen Zhuo said: "I have heard people say: people live in the world, follow the rules and follow the way of heaven. But the world is so vast, how insignificant are people? For example, a mayfly lives in the world, and a drop of grain in the ocean. If my soul is summoned by heaven, If the skin is stolen by a wandering soul, then who am I?"

Zhizhen smiled slightly, and replied: "The soul sprouts from the Tao, the body entrusts the body to the parents, and the soul is sent to other bodies. If you don't go against the way of heaven, don't disobey your close relatives, don't go against your heart, and follow the trend and do well, why don't you get in the way?" What I am is what I do, if I lose myself, who do I do?"

The words were twisted, but Wen Jue understood it, but Wen Shiyu looked displeased and scolded him not to say such unlucky things on his birthday.

Although Wen Zhuo was scolded by Wen Shiyu, he didn't take it seriously.After all, it was for birthday celebration, father and son both offered incense, prayed and worshiped, and promised sesame oil money before returning home.

Wen Shiyu was riding on the horse, followed by Wen Zhuo. He had practiced hard because of his autumn hunting accident last time, and now his equestrian skills are not bad.

It was cold, and the two of them each put on their cloaks.Wen Zhuo looked at Wen Shiyu and felt a little guilty.He first asked that the Zhizhen monk was too reckless to avoid Wen Shiyu, but now thinking about it, he was afraid that he might be suspicious, so he felt a little worried.

Wen Shiyu also felt it, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Wen Zhuo gave a guilty smile, and said Hu: "I just suddenly feel sorry for you."

Because he is now so obedient, Wen Shiyu dotes on him even more, even though he just scolded him a few times, he still cared for him, but now he heard that he begged for forgiveness first, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Could it be that something happened again?"

Wen Zhuo said: "It's also because the son didn't live up to himself. Dad raised me for nothing, but I don't remember anything about the past."

This was indeed a great regret in Wen Shiyu's heart, he just sighed, and said: "It's okay if you forget it, just be safe." As he spoke, he looked Wen Zhuo carefully.

Last year, Wen Zhuo's birthday didn't look like this, and in the blink of an eye, people have changed in two ways.He may not have doubts in his heart, it is the nature of father and son to have Taoism, let alone Wen Shiyu who loves and spoils heirs so much.However, although he doubted it, he was even more unwilling to believe that his son was dead, or someone had changed his soul. Things in the underworld were always illusory, so how could he let his son meet him?

Because he deceived himself like this, and Chen Rui had always admired him, so he clearly felt that Wen Zhuo seemed strange everywhere, and silently accepted such a son.