Shuoyun Feidu

Positive ten years, Spring Harmony Palace.

The smoky water-colored tent hanging in front of the bed was tightly covered, and inside lay a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, her black hair was scattered on the pillow, her skin was snow-white, and her two long eyebrows made her whole face look heroic. Her complexion is unspeakably beautiful, like a hibiscus emerging from water.

Beitang Jiaqi's dense long eyelashes trembled suddenly, and then, a pair of golden eyes slowly opened, she frowned slightly, and felt a dull pain in her temples on both sides, so she turned over and forced Rubbing his forehead slowly, he coughed.

The sound came out, and someone outside heard it. Not long after, there was a series of small footsteps approaching outside the tent. A woman in a luxurious palace dress was full of joy. She was being supported by the palace servants, and walked quickly into the palace from the outside. Said: "...my son, are you better?" Beitang Jiaqi turned his face when he heard this, and the curtain was lifted by the palace servants, Song Concubine leaned over and hugged Beitang Jiaqi on the bed, Looking closely at her face, seeing that she looked good, he held Beitang Jiaqi in his arms, and sighed: "Little friend, is it better? You had a fever last night, and I was very worried." Song Song The concubine babbled for a while, then was persuaded by the palace people, and said with a smile: "...Your Majesty, let the imperial physician see the princess first." After hearing this, Concubine Song couldn't help laughing, and said, "Yes, let the imperial physician come and see the princess." Forget it." Then he laughed at Beitang Jiaqi and said, "I really am getting old and started nagging." Beitang Jiaqi smiled, lightly hugged Concubine Song's shoulder and said, "How old is Concubine Mother? It's important to be young... My daughter is much better now, so the mother and concubine don't have to worry."

Just as he was talking, an old imperial doctor had already been brought in by the palace servants. He stepped forward to check Beitang Jiaqi's pulse, nodded after a while, and said with a smile: "...it's okay, I will prescribe a few more doses of medicine Go on, the princess will take it on time." After finishing the prescription, Concubine Song ordered people to decoct the medicine, but she was afraid that there would be too many people making noise in Beitang, so she only left three or two palace servants to serve in the palace. After a long while, the medicine was ready and brought in. Concubine Song personally took the hot soup and fed it to Beitang Jiaqi slowly, and then told her to have a good rest before giving Beitang Jiaqi a light drink. He tucked in the corner of the quilt lightly, put down the curtain again, and went out by himself.

Beitang Jiaqi lay on the bed after drinking the medicine. He was still a little weak for a while, but there was nothing wrong with it. After a while, the soothing ingredients in the medicine began to take effect, and the tiredness came up. Beitang Jiaqi yawned and simply closed his eyes. Eyes closed, soon fell asleep.

In a daze, she suddenly heard someone talking outside the tent. Beitang Jiaqi didn't care about it in her drowsiness, but suddenly felt that someone lifted the curtain of the bed, seemed to look inside the bed, and then quickly put down the curtain again Immediately afterwards, a deep male voice seemed to give a few words to the palace servants staying in the palace. Beitang Jiaqi heard this familiar voice and knew that it was her father Beitang Rongdu. She was very sleepy now, her eyelids were heavy and restless If you want to open it, you simply can't get up and sleep peacefully on the bed.

Within two days, Beitang Jiaji completely recovered, but Concubine Song didn't allow her to go out, insisting that she rest more. This day, Beitang Jiaji was sitting on the porch bored, teasing a snow-white parrot meaninglessly When the palace man next to him saw this, he said with a smile: "Why is the princess depressed? I don't think there will be anything to do for a long time, but I'm afraid I'll be bored." I’m not allowed to go out for a few days, isn’t it boring! I have nothing else to do except practice.” As he spoke, he picked a branch of red flowers that grew on the porch, and casually teased the birds. The palace man thought for a while, and then suggested: "Since the princess has nothing to do, why don't you do some red needlework." After hearing this, Beitang Jiaqi glanced at the other party, and said: "...you know very well I am proficient in bowing, horseback riding and archery, but I am very unfamiliar with the skills of waiting for girls, and yet I still say such nonchalant words!" This court lady has always been used to serving Beitang Jiaqi , dared to say something, so he covered his mouth and smiled quietly: "The princess is a golden branch and a jade leaf. Naturally, there is no need to touch the skills that ordinary women should know, but the princess is no longer a child now. Even if the emperor loves her, she should stay by her side more." In some days, but in a few years, I will definitely choose a son-in-law. So, it is better for the princess to practice embroidery more now. Although I don’t expect to embroider the wedding dress by myself like many women, but in the future, I should at least like Like ordinary girls, send some items such as sachets and purses made by yourself to the son-in-law... Does the princess think the servant girl is right? Besides, being a female celebrity can also pass the time, so that the princess will not be bored."

Beitang Jiaqi was teasing the parrot at first, when he heard this, for some reason, he suddenly felt a slight movement in his heart, as if he was moved, something faintly flashed across Qingli's face, and some unreal blush came up, a little Hesitantly said: "...that's fine."

So the girl who had nothing to do all day began to get busy. Although this needlework is unfamiliar, she still knows it after all. With the guidance of skilled palace servants, she embroidered in a certain way. The weather was fine this day. The green bamboo curtains were half rolled up, and the green vegetation outside was dripping. Beitang Jiaqi was sitting quietly by the window alone, and was carefully comparing the silk threads. The golden sunlight shone in warmly, reflecting a small The colorful silk thread in the basket became more and more gorgeous, and Beitang Jiaqi frowned slightly, as if he couldn't make up his mind which color to choose. There was a sachet in front of him, on which were a pair of mandarin ducks of five colors more than half embroidered. The shadows of the trees whirled and the sound of the wind was faint, making the spacious hall even more peaceful.Just as he was hesitating, a maid outside said: "...Your Highness, Mr. Yin has arrived." Beitang Jiaqi raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Let him come in." These two people have played together since childhood, although now The age of each other is not young, but there is still no taboo between each other. After a while, a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old stepped into the palace. It was Yin Ziheng, and when Beitang Jiaqi saw the young man, he couldn't help smiling, and said, "...Brother Heng, why are you here in such hot weather outside?"

Yin Ziheng smiled as soon as he entered the door: "Jiaqi, you look very good today, I think it's Daan." Beitang Jiaqi smiled casually while comparing the silk thread: "I've been healed a long time ago, but the concubine is always worried. That's all." While speaking, Yin Ziheng had already walked in front of the girl, but saw a sachet embroidered with a mandarin duck with a cross-necked neck lying aside, Yin Ziheng's heart moved, his brows were light and gentle, he seemed to hesitate to speak, and finally just smiled He smiled, and said softly, "Why do you suddenly want to do needlework? I remember you don't like these." As he spoke, the young man's expression gradually calmed down, and Beitang Jiaqi just lowered his head to take the thread: " ...The concubine mother has restricted me from going out for the past few days, and I'm bored when I'm idle, so I might as well make some gadgets to pass the time."

Yin Ziheng didn't know what to think of, so he just smiled and said, "Why did you choose this pattern? It's not easy to embroider." The color of the mandarin duck's fur must be colorful to look good, and it takes a lot of color for the silk thread, which is of course quite troublesome. It's not easy to embroider. When Beitang Jiaqi heard this, a blush flashed on her face, but she was not as shy as ordinary girls. She just said neatly: "It's just a random pattern, just choose it if you think it looks good. It's gone." He said, but he remembered the meaning of mandarin ducks in his heart, and his chest felt a little hot. There was a touch of gentleness in Yin Ziheng's eyes, and a little more tenderness. But he said: "...Jiaqi, if you wait until you finish embroidering this sachet, how about...give it to me?"

For a moment, the hall suddenly became quiet, only the dazzling sunlight shone on the ground. A bird with a red beak and emerald feathers suddenly flew over the window and rushed into the flowers not far away, startling two white cranes that were sleeping peacefully there. , Beitang Jiaqi was stunned when he heard it at the first glance, the meaning of these words was already very clear, as long as he was not a child, he should know the hidden meaning, but soon, Beitang Jiaqi made up his mind, There was nothing wrong with his face, but there was a figure flashing in his heart in a trance. At that time, it was like the golden sun shining in from the window. Hearing the meaning of what the other party said just now, he just smiled and said: "I don't look good, I keep it for myself." After saying that, he matched the thread, picked up the sachet and began to embroider, Yin Ziheng raised his eyebrows slightly. She curled up for a while, but quickly stretched out again, her face was still gentle, but suddenly she shook her head and smiled slightly, looking at the girl's fresh and beautiful face, she said softly: "...So Jiaqi is still young."

Concubine Song came over in the evening and saw Beitang Jiaji painstakingly embroidering the sachet stitch by stitch. Concubine Song saw the pattern on it and couldn't help but pursed her lips and said with a smile: "We, Jiaqi, have grown up." Beitang Jiaqi was not shy either, She only regretted and said: "This thing is hard to embroider, and I'm really not used to doing this." For a while, the mother and daughter sat together and talked, and after talking for a while, they gradually talked about Beitang Jiaqi's lifelong affairs. Above, Concubine Song smiled and said: "...My son, you are not too young now, but Concubine Mother doesn't know what kind of concubine you want in the future? Tell Mother Concubine to listen, Concubine Mother will ask for it some other day The emperor, please pay more attention to the good men in the family."

When Beitang Jiaqi heard this, he didn't know what he thought of, and he couldn't help but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why does it have to be a man from the big family? If my daughter wants to choose a son-in-law, as long as she likes it, as for family background, etc. That's nothing, how could my daughter take a fancy to these things." Beitang Jiaqi said, temporarily stopped sewing, and said seriously: "... If I don't like it, then absolutely not." Looking at herself with a smile, she couldn't help being a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "...Is the concubine mother laughing at me? My daughter doesn't think there is anything wrong." Concubine Song stroked Fu Beitang Jiaqi's hair, smiled Said: "Where are you kidding, I just think our princess is really an adult." Beitang Jiaqi thought for a while, but then asked with a smile: "Mother concubine said this, but she must be making fun of her in her heart, I don't care Concubine mother also has to talk about her thoughts when she was young, and what kind of person she wants to marry, that's only fair." After hearing this, Concubine Song seemed to be in a daze for a moment, and then smiled slightly: "This palace is as old as you How could you think so much?" Beitang Jiaqi couldn't believe it, grabbed Concubine Song's hand and shook it a few times, and said with a smile: "I don't believe it, concubine mother coaxed me... Say it quickly, say it quickly." Concubine Song was so entangled by her that she had no choice but to smile helplessly: "You child... well, let's talk about it, the concubine mother was only in her teens back then, and she wanted to marry someone who loves me. My man, we will be as close together as he is, and we will love each other until we grow old." Beitang Jiaqi seemed to be in a daze after hearing this, and Concubine Song seemed to be aroused by the past, and said wistfully, "Later, she married into Unsheltered Castle. The most outstanding man in the world, there is nothing to be picky about which woman marries him..." But Beitang Jiaqi suddenly interrupted: "Father is indeed a very good man, but if I am someone else's woman, But he must not marry him, because although he is good and is the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, he can't treat me wholeheartedly."

Beitang Jiaqi showed a hint of rebelliousness on his face, and said leisurely: "...the man I want in Beitang Jiaqi must only love me. If he has other people, then even if he is the emperor, I don't want it. It’s not that I failed my heart.” Concubine Song’s smile was a little dim, and she sighed softly: “My son, you will naturally get what you want, you are Princess Daqing, and the future son-in-law will naturally only have you in his life, you don’t need to worry.” But Beitang Jiaqi didn't know what to think of, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "I know."

After a few more days, Concubine Song finally allowed Beitang Jiaji to go out. This morning, Beitang Jiaji got up early, and after washing up for a while, she put the embroidered sachet into her sleeve and said to Concubine Song in a hurry. With a sound, he only said that he was going to offer incense, and he rode out of the palace by himself.

Beitang Jiaqi came all the way to Fahua Temple, but she didn't really go in to offer incense, but went to the back mountain, because she knew that person would be there. Quiet, the sun is soft and not dazzling, the surroundings are full of birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, very pleasant. After a long while, Beitang Jiaqi finally saw a figure from a distance, standing with his back to her under a tree, The mountain wind blew past lightly, but that person seemed to ignore it, vaguely independent, looking at Beitang Jiaqi like this, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, inexplicable joy, and he didn't even know where it came from , she hastily tied her horse to a tree, and walked over quickly, with undisguised joy in her tone, she shouted joyfully: "...Jie Chen!"

The scarlet embroidered shoes hardly made a sound when walking on the mountain road, the girl walked briskly, the man turned his head, a slightly pale face, with a calm posture, a faint sense of detachment, the dark monk robe set off the eyebrows and eyes Even if he is a monk, he is still handsome, but although this person may not seem to be in his early thirties, his demeanor and eyes are obviously not young. The wind was blowing, and the monk saw Beitang Jiaqi, who was walking towards him with a cheerful expression on his face. His handsome face seemed so calm that there was no expression, but there seemed to be something in his eyes. Seeing the girl in red For a moment, without knowing why, he suddenly remembered his former name——Mu Qinghan.

In the blink of an eye, Beitang Jiaqi had already arrived in front of her. Mu Qinghan looked at her calmly and serenely. Both her gaze and expression were extremely peaceful. The ancient well was calm, like a piece of transparent glass. Beitang Jiaqi smiled and said "I was ill a few days ago and was detained in the palace. My mother and concubine did not allow me to go out...Jie Chen, how are you?" She said this, and suddenly saw the man's flat expression, that slightly pale face. The eyebrows and eyes are getting darker and more heroic, Beitang Jiaqi's heart suddenly jumped up, and there was a strange panic in her heart, but she is not an ordinary girl after all, trying to calm herself down, but There was nothing to say for a while, and she couldn't think of what to say. Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Mu Qinghan said lightly, "...the princess is alright?" Beitang Jiaqi nodded, and suddenly remembered the Things, I wanted to take them out, but although she has always been decisive, she is not as restrained and shy as ordinary women, but she is still a young girl, and some things are difficult to say, so she hesitated for a while, and did not take out the object immediately , just smiled and said: "...Did you come to practice again today?"

Mu Qinghan nodded slightly. It has been several years since the two of them first met, and the green-clothed girl who used to play by the water has grown into a slim young girl... Mu Qinghan suddenly turned around, Ding Ding stared at the river not far away in a daze, and there was something inexplicable in his expression. The water was sparkling, and wild flowers of various colors bloomed on both sides. The water vapor and the fragrance of flowers mixed together, and the smell was refreshing. When he was thinking about something, he grabbed his monk robe and shook it lightly, saying: "...Jiechen, what are you thinking about?" Mu Qinghan came back to his senses slightly, and said in a deep voice: "...Princess today But do you still need the poor monk to teach you martial arts?"

The man looked over like this, and stared at it lightly. Those dark eyes were bottomless pools, and it was also midnight. Beitang Jiaqi suddenly felt a little dazed. She had seen such a pair of eyes a few years ago, so different from others. The same eyes, her grandfather and father are the most handsome men she has ever seen, and the eyes are also the most beautiful, and her little emperor uncle and two younger brothers also have similar eyes, Beitang Jiaqi believes that there will be no more people in the world. There are no beautiful eyes that can compare with them, but the man in front of him at this moment has eyes that make her easily distracted, which makes her feel happy. This feeling has never been brought to her by other people.

Beitang Jiaqi clenched her hands vigorously, and there were reddish marks on her knuckles. She restrained the slight confusion in her heart, and said: "By the way, Jiechen, I want... to give you a Something." Mu Qinghan's expression is a little gentle, his eyes are transparent and clear, his demeanor is so quiet, when he looks at Beitang Jiaqi, it's like looking at a junior, and he can even catch a bit of caring from time to time The smell is a bit like a smile and said: "...Could it be that the princess brought some snacks again." Beitang Jiaqi looked at the man's eyes like a calm lake in autumn, and suddenly felt dissatisfied in his heart, and began to I hated the other party's calmness, and also hated the way the other party looked at me. That kind of eyes seemed to regard her as a child, so I was a little unhappy and said: "I am not a child anymore, who brought those!" Suddenly, the inside felt a little dry, and with a slight heartbeat, he said: "I... give you this." While speaking, he took out the sachet from his sleeve, took the monk's hand, and stuffed it into the other's hand.

The apricot-colored sachet was embroidered with cross-necked mandarin ducks, and Beitang Jiaqi added: "...mandarin ducks symbolize the love and mutual respect between two people." Mu Qinghan looked at the sachet in his hand, and suddenly closed it slightly He closed his eyes, and after a while, opened them again, and said plainly: "The princess is still young, I'm afraid I don't know the purpose of this thing, and I gave it to the wrong person." After speaking, he handed the sachet back, Beitang Jiaqi's face It has changed, her chest seems to have been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and she was a little caught off guard. No matter how decisive and sharp she is, she can't help being embarrassed for a while in the face of this scene, and she just feels a 'sweeping' face The ground became hot, and it was so embarrassing, she knew that her move was indeed a little reckless, even very abrupt, but she couldn't help it, she couldn't imitate the shyness of ordinary women, she was ashamed and embarrassed, and at the same time sad, As a daughter of the Tian family, she is deeply loved. No one has ever wronged her since she was a child. Even her grandfather and father never said anything harsh to her, but now she is rejected by the person she likes. Seeing Mu Qinghan, he refused to take back the sachet. After a while, he pursed his lips and said slowly, "...I didn't send it to the wrong person!"

Mu Qinghan didn't speak, and didn't look at the girl. He just looked at the river and said in a cold voice: "...the princess gave it to the wrong person. This is a pure place of Buddhism. The princess gave it to a monk. Isn't it wrong." Beitang Jiaqi gritted her teeth and said: "You are talking nonsense, don't try to use these words to perfuse me." She simply stepped forward and grabbed Mu Qinghan with her snow-white slender hands I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little dazed, and murmured: "You like me, don't you?" Mu Qinghan's gaze swept across Beitang Jiaqi's beautiful face But, said: "The poor monk really likes the princess." Looking at the other party's calm expression, Beitang Jiaqi seemed to say that he liked a junior, a kitten or a puppy, and couldn't help stomping his feet in resentment, and said slightly annoyed "...Who would like this kind of liking! You clearly know that this is not what I'm talking about!" Mu Qinghan's brows suddenly felt a little unnoticeable depression. I don’t understand, and I don’t want to understand.”

"You..." Beitang Jiaqi was furious, but soon, she rolled her eyes suddenly, laughed, and said, "Jiechen, don't try to lie anymore, you must like me, and It’s the kind of liking I mentioned, otherwise sometimes you look at me, why do you look like that? It’s not that I don’t like it...I’m telling you now, I’ve grown up, and I’m no longer the kid I was a few years ago Already!" Mu Qinghan paused for a moment without making a sound, Beitang Jiaqi approached him lightly, and whispered in the man's ear: "I know what you said just now must be insincere, you are lying, I said Right? Jiechen, you like me, don't you?"

As soon as Beitang Jiaqi finished speaking, Mu Qinghan suddenly took a step back and opened the distance between the two of them. At this moment, there was a wind blowing around, and layers of flowers rained down with the wind, and many sprinkled on the two of them. On the body, they were just unaware of each other. Beitang Jiaqi looked straight at Mu Qinghan with a pair of phoenix eyes, staring intently, with an infinitely fond appearance, as if he couldn't see enough, he refused to blink, his eyes were tender like water , there is a bright light flowing, Beitang Jiaqi's smile spontaneously arises, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, that smile seems to be absent, but also full of expectation, the petals flying all over the sky are like stones thrown into the water, breaking her heart. With a calm heart, it seems that soft feathers are constantly provoking a heart that is beating slightly fast, which makes people feel a little itchy. She looked at the man in front of her and whispered: "I know you are a monk, but you are a monk. ...It is also possible to return to vulgarity, I will just wait for you."

But Mu Qinghan didn't pay any attention to her, just turned around, leaving the girl with a back view, reciting the Buddha's name in a low voice, Beitang Jiaqi's face changed slightly, he felt very wronged, and at the same time, there was a bit of stubbornness in his brows , proudly said: "Jiechen, why are you hesitating? That's because you are afraid, right? You don't say you like me, but you already like me in your heart. You can recite the Buddha's name a hundred times and a thousand times. , and still like me." Hearing these words, Mu Qinghan heard the persistence and clarity in the girl's tone, and suddenly felt a little dazed in her heart—how similar, how similar, that person in green clothes and pink noodles back then was also like this Jiaojiao... Mu Qinghan lowered his eyes slightly, and still didn't answer anything, but the voice of reciting the Buddha's name became louder and louder. Beitang Jiaqi was furious, and he stepped forward to press him, but bit his lip and held back for a moment. Saying it out, he only said: "Jiechen, tell me the truth, why are you unwilling to agree? Is it because I am a princess? If I were the daughter of an ordinary family, wouldn't you be like this? Is it? Are you worried that it will not be easy for us to be together? Tell me, is it right? "

As Beitang Jiaqi said, he hesitated for a moment, and suddenly hugged Mu Qinghan tightly from behind with her arms outstretched. She didn't have the shyness that a girl should have, but there was a knife-like determination in her eyes, as if she wanted to make this person Locked firmly in his arms, he was not allowed to dodge, Mu Qinghan froze for a moment, and deliberately moved the girl away, but he heard Beitang Jiaqi ruthlessly said: "...I don't care about your family background, your Status, whether you are a monk or an ordinary person, it has nothing to do with me. I just know that I like you and want you to be my concubine. Did you hear that? I want you to be my concubine, not Read the scriptures of Laoshizi!"

"I just like you. From the first time I saw you a few years ago, I felt like we had already met each other..." Beitang Jiaqi whispered softly, hugging Mu Qinghan tightly, Refusing to let go, the temperature on the man's body made her feel at ease, as if something had settled down: "Did you really only treat me as a child? But do you know that when you looked at me all these years, your But the eyes are often the way a monk should not have, they clearly like me, I don't believe it's a mistake."

Mu Qinghan maintained his original standing posture, and he didn't move the girl behind him away, let alone turn around. He just held the Buddhist beads tightly in his hand and slowly twirled them, saying in a deep voice: "...Princess She is still young, and some things can't be distinguished clearly. When the princess grows up in the future, she will naturally have a happy marriage." Hearing this, Beitang Jiaqi's heart felt cold, and he immediately said coldly: "What a happy marriage! You are my Beitang Jiaqi Marriage! My son-in-law will have no one else except you, Jiechen!" Before he finished speaking, a sudden force came, and Beitang Jiaqi was caught off guard, and was immediately shaken away a few steps, Mu Qinghan returned Turning around, flicking the monk's robe, the movement was firm and decisive, and distanced himself from the girl. Under the sun and in the sea of ​​flowers, the man's expression was cold and distant, and he said: "...the poor monk is nearly forty years old, and he has always been a The princess is a junior, if the princess misunderstands something, it is the fault of the poor monk." Beitang Jiaqi's face changed, and he stepped forward immediately, wanting to say something, but saw Mu Qinghan immediately backed away a few steps, counting While holding the Buddha beads, he said indifferently: "In this way, the princess should not meet the poor monk again in the future." Beitang Jiaqi immediately turned pale when he heard this. I felt chills all over my body, almost unbelievable, as if my heart was being cut by a knife, after a long while, I tried my best to calm down, and asked word by word: "... What did you say?"

But Mu Qinghan stopped answering, just twirling the beads one by one, Beitang Jiaqi said fiercely: "Don't think about it! You want me to go, but I still want to come to see you often. I can't forget you, and you can't forget me." Don't forget about me! I don't know why you treat me like this. As I said, I don't care about family background. Although I don't know anything about your past, I don't even know what your common name is, but It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who you are, as long as I like you, Royal Father will always agree, even if you are a monk!" Mu Qinghan suddenly turned around after hearing the word 'Royal Father' With her back to Beitang Jiaqi, so that the girl could no longer see the expression on his face, she could only hear Mu Qinghan's voice said lightly: "The princess is honorable, and she will have a great marriage in the future. The poor monk is an outsider, and has long since disappeared." The heart of the world." Beitang Jiaqi suppressed the pain in his heart, and said forcefully: "What I do is not related to others, and no one cares about it!" Suddenly, Mu Qinghan's monk robe moved, and the apricot-colored mandarin duck was fragrant. The bag fell on the ground, and Beitang Jiaqi immediately went to pick it up when she saw it, but when she raised her head again, Mu Qinghan had already strode away, Beitang Jiaqi didn't chase after it, but stood where she was, Loudly said: "...you go, you go, I'll see how long you can avoid me! Don't even think about it!"

It wasn't until almost noon that Beitang Jiaqi returned to the palace in dismay. Instead of going back to Concubine Song, she went to Yongxian Palace.

As soon as he entered, he saw Beitang Zunyue sitting at the table, holding a pen, not knowing whether he was painting or writing something, Beitang Rongdu was standing aside, talking to him with a smile on his face, Beitang Jiaqi saw this scene, suddenly there was a It was a very strange feeling, she couldn't tell what it was, but she remembered the experience of meeting Mu Qinghan before, when she saw her grandfather and father at this moment, she felt sore in her heart, extremely wronged, but she still had to endure it for a while, behave herself He stepped forward to salute, and said: "...greetings to my grandfather and father." Beitang Rongdu looked up and said with a smile, "Why did you come to me all of a sudden?" Beitang Jiaqi calmed down, Said: "My daughter just came back from the palace to relax, so I came to see my grandfather. I haven't come to see my grandfather for a long time." Beitang Zun Yue stopped writing, and said in a deep voice: "...why seems to be in a bad mood? You can't bear the grievances." Beitang Jiaqi smiled and said, "Who will be wronged by me?" After speaking, he quickly burned a burner of sandalwood and put it in the corner of the desk, Beitang Rongdu said in a soft and authentic tone: "Father, don't write any more. It's just a good time to come over. Let's have dinner together first." After hearing this, Beitang Zun became noncommittal, put down his pen and wiped his hands with a wet handkerchief, and the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren had dinner together.

In a blink of an eye, it was the end of August, the sky was so hot, the hall was lit with candles, and the monks who were doing evening classes had already dispersed, only one person was still kneeling alone in front of the Buddha, chanting sutras, knocking on the wooden fish, surrounded by sandalwood. The fragrant and distant breath makes people feel a little heavy inexplicably.

The tall Buddha statue is covered with lacquer gold, and its appearance is solemn. The surface of the body is shining with golden streamers under the lamplight. Rushuang's handsome face could not add any warmth.

After a long time, someone came on the moon, with a jade hairpin slanted in his hair, and long sleeves fluttering like a lotus flower in the slightly hot night wind, he approached slowly and came to the man, and then he heard a crisp voice saying: "...Jiechen, why do you keep chanting scriptures? Could it be because your mind is disturbed?" Mu Qinghan didn't raise his head, but continued to beat the wooden fish again and again, and the steady and rigid voice sounded in the hall, Unceasingly, the girl next to him looked at the tall Buddha statue, and suddenly said softly: "Do you think the Buddha is omnipotent?" There was something imperceptible in the girl's voice, and Mu Qinghan slightly lowered his eyes , beating the wooden fish in an orderly manner with his hands, but the voice seemed to be hitting someone's heart one after another: "...Yes, the Buddha is indeed omnipotent."

"Then..." After a long time, Beitang Jiaqi suddenly opened his mouth, and something in his eyes was blazing and jumping. He looked deeply at the man, as if lost for a moment, and said softly: "...Then, the Buddha can make me stop thinking about it." you?"

The heavy wooden fish sound stopped.