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"Young Master Xie often plays chess with Master Wuchen in the meditation room, other than that, he seldom goes to other places."

"The Xie family went to look for Young Master Xie, but Young Master Xie insisted on refusing to return to Xie's mansion, Madam Xie stayed in the temple."

"Young Master Xie, it seems that you have no intention of entering Buddhism."

Lu Qingtong reported Xie Zhan's news in detail.When he said the last sentence, the emperor on the seat finally had a turbulent face: "How can he enter Buddhism, he just wants to get rid of me."

After Huan Lin finished speaking, he laughed nervously again.

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Wang has not done needlework for many years.Xie He has never paid attention to the affairs of the inner courtyard of the Xie Mansion, they are all taken care of by the Wang family, so where does he have time to do these things?It was many years later that she picked up the needle and thread again, and she was rusty. At the beginning, she couldn't even hold the needle steadily.She looks young, but in fact she is nearly half a hundred years old. Her eyes are not very good, and she needs to get close to see the stitches clearly.

When Xie Zhan came to visit, he saw such a scene.Wang squinted her eyes, and stared closely at the needle in her hand, one stitch at a time. She embroidered so carefully that she didn't even notice that someone was approaching.Xie Zhan's gaze fell on her hand, which was wrapped in a thin layer of cloth, and faint blood was scattered on the cloth.Xie Zhan didn't call her, but just stood there quietly, staring blankly for a while.

Wang sewed a circle and finally noticed it. She raised her head and squinted her eyes to look at Xie Zhan. When she saw him, she was a little surprised, a little happy, and her pale face was brighter: "Azhan. "

Xie Zhan looked at her with a complicated expression, and then turned out the purse he was wearing: "I already have it."

Seeing Xie Zhan wearing the pouch she gave her, her mood improved a lot, and her eyes became brighter: "Your brothers, I will give them the same thing every year. You are now twenty-eight, and I I want to embroider 28..." She said and felt a little embarrassed, "The other hands are born, and the embroidery is not good. At your current age, you can't carry those bad things with you."

Like many mothers, she became rambunctious.Mothers are like this. In fact, many things they say are irrelevant, but they love to tell their children over and over again, maybe because they care about responsibility, or because they want to say a few more words.Xie Zhan listened quietly, without the slightest impatience.

After she finished speaking, Xie Zhan said: "Your hand is injured."

Wang looked at her hands: "It's nothing, I'm getting older, and I'm not dexterous."

Suddenly, the dignified and beautiful woman in his memory was already old.

Wang said again: "You have lost a lot of weight, and my soup is almost ready."

Mrs. Wang took Xie Zhan's hand and entered the room. Xie Zhan smelled the aroma of soup.This is in a temple. There is no shredded meat in it, but it is still very fragrant. It is obvious that a lot of thought has been spent.Mrs. Wang filled a bowl and put it in front of Xie Zhan. Seeing him finish the bowl, she went to fill another bowl.

The way the two get along is amazing.Jumping directly from that unfamiliar indifference to this familiar state, Mrs. Wang was extremely happy, wishing to put all the good things in front of him to make up for the indifference of more than 20 years.After the two got along like this, Wang felt that time passed very quickly, and a few hours passed like that.

As the sun set and the afterglow fell on the temple, Xie Zhan said goodbye and left. Wang's face suddenly turned pale, and she sent him to the door. Tears couldn't help falling down, and soon dazzled her eyes: "Azhan, you Where are you going?"

She has already seen it, and Xie Zhan no longer hides it: "Leave here, leave Jiankang City, and watch as you go."

Xie Zhan took a deep look at her, turned around and left, leaving her with only a cold back.That voice suddenly turned into a young figure, leaving her field of vision, walking further and further away.

Wang stood there for a long time, feeling empty in her heart, wanted to cry, but couldn't cry anymore.Once some things happen, no amount of compensation is in vain.

Those things just now were indeed a dream, and the dream soon woke up.

Xie Zhan went back to his Zen courtyard, Shuo Feng had already packed up his things, each with a burden.Xie Zhan looked at Shuo Feng: "If you stay in Jiankang City, you will have no worries about food and clothing. If you follow me, you may not be able to eat enough."

"My lord, I will follow you forever." Shuo Feng tugged on Xie Zhan's sleeve, with a stubborn and persistent look on his face.

When they just walked out the door, Wu Chen was waiting there.

Xie Zhan bowed to Wu Chen and said sincerely: "I'm leaving, thank you Master for taking care of me during this time."

It was Wu Chen who made him stay here, and during this time together, his heart became much calmer.Maybe it won't be long before these smokey past events gradually drift away, and they can no longer cause any waves in his life.

"It's better to leave together." Xie Zhan said suddenly.

Wuchen has stayed in Buddhism for so many years, but still can't get out, can't forget, why not change to another place and start over.

Wuchen's eyes flickered, as if a little shaken, but soon fell silent, looked in one direction for a long time, and finally shook his head: "I'm used to it."

Are you used to the life in the temple, or is it that faint hope?Xie Zhan didn't know what his words meant.

Xie Zhan left with Shuo Feng, but they did not walk out of the gate of Qixia Temple after all.

That night, the entire Jiankang City and even the whole world changed.The Taiji Hall where the emperor lived suddenly caught fire. In the blazing fire, Jiankang City at night seemed like daytime. Countless people woke up from their dreams and found that Jiankang City had become a sea of ​​blood and fire after waking up.

Da Sima Song Yan rebelled.

This change was not unexpected to those aristocratic families, and some people even had an idea——this day has finally come.

The emperor had no intention of governing, the gentry was ready to move, Song Yan was lawless, and this dynasty was already on the verge of collapse.When the news of Song Yan's rebellion came, they were not thinking about how to protect the dynasty, but how to protect the interests of their own family.

There was already a massacre outside the palace, the palace gate was locked tightly, the emperor's personal guards swore to protect the emperor to the death, and the emperor had already put on his battle armor and held a long knife, fighting with those rebels.Huan Rin was already blushing, blood was sprayed on his face, and he vowed to fight to the death.

"Your Majesty, I swear to protect His Majesty to the death. The traitors are temporarily unable to enter the palace. You can rest in the palace for a while." Someone comforted the emperor who was already jealous.

As long as he guards the palace and waits for the Lu family's troops to return, Song Yan will not be able to support him.If Jingzhou's troops were willing to submit to the emperor, then Song Yan would be defeated.What they have to do is to protect the palace and the emperor, and they can abandon the palace in an emergency.

"Song Yan is not here." Huan Lin wiped off the blood on his face, and only said one sentence.

Breaking through the palace and capturing the emperor, as long as this step is achieved, the traitor can become the new emperor.However, Song Yan, the leader of the rebels, is not here.Huan Lin knew that Song Yan had no intention of taking the throne, since he was not here, he was doing something important to him.

Many thoughts flashed through Huan Lin's mind.Song Yan is obsessed with wanting to resurrect his wife...Song Yan suddenly went to Qixia Temple...What did he need to rebel?Everything ends up pointing to one place.

The knife in Huan Lin's hand swung harder. He seemed to be red-eyed and completely lost his mind.

Song Yan brought his own soldiers and surrounded the entire Qixia Temple.He stood outside Qixia Temple, holding a long sword in his hand, and the light from the torch illuminated his face, revealing a trace of extreme madness.

People in Qixia Temple were also panicked.The news of Song Yan's rebellion has already spread, and the evil god is now outside the gate of the temple.He just surrounded Qixia Temple without saying anything, no one guessed what he was going to do.

People in Qixia Temple are in panic, the news of Song Yan's rebellion has been completely spread, it's just that he rebelled, why should he surround a temple, Qixia Temple is not the largest temple in Jiankang City, or is there something important hidden in the temple? figure?

Gradually, some people began to think about it.

Xie Zhan's plan to leave overnight was completely shattered, and he sat back in Master Wuchen's Buddhist temple again.

Wuchen's behavior was a bit abnormal.The dust-free life has always been in a state of laziness, never standing if you can sit, and never sitting if you can lie down.But now, he was walking up and down in the Zen room, with a somewhat manic expression on his face, and he couldn't help but look out.It seems to be afraid of something, and it seems to be looking forward to something.

Xie Zhan looked at Wuchen's figure floating around, feeling a little dazed.

This change really caught him off guard.

What he originally thought was that Huan Lin would be his emperor well, while he wandered around the world, and the two lived their own lives.

With a sound of "stab", Xie Zhan turned his head to look, and saw that the painting on the wall had been taken down by Wuchen, and it had been torn in two.Wu Chen stared blankly at the painting in his hand, sighed, and tore the painting into pieces again, leaving a lot of scraps of paper on the ground.

Xie Zhan walked over, squatted down in front of Wuchen, and picked up a piece of debris at his feet, on which was a complete word - Lan.

Alan.

Xie Zhan suddenly looked at Wuchen, and actually connected people who should have nothing to do with each other: "Song Yan..."

As if he didn't hear Xie Zhan's words, Wu Chen gathered the debris together, wrapped them in a cloth, and hid them in a drawer.

Xie Zhan closed his mouth and didn't ask any more questions.