[Rebirth] Fallen Grass Becomes a Bandit

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Gao Yang was dissatisfied with the strange rumors circulating outside when Shen Qian was seriously injured, so he invited the princes, ladies, wives and wives of all the prefectures to the princess's courtyard under the banner that the orchids cultivated in the greenhouse in the mansion were in full bloom. Hua, Shen Wen silently accepted his wife's decision, because Shen Qian couldn't get up yet, this time he took the initiative to take the responsibility of entertaining the male guests.You know, Marquis Shen is notorious for not liking banquets and gatherings. Fortunately, he has a sociable wife, relying on his wife's diplomacy, she is also wise in government affairs. Many years after the death of the first emperor, he is still an important minister in front of the emperor.

"Qian'er, the third prince is here too, do you want to see him?" Gao Yang asked in a calm tone, he put on gold-pinned and cloud-red fragrant sheepskin boots, covered with a red feather veil and a white fox's heel, Wearing a pair of blue-gold glittering green double-ringed sash, the phoenix hairpin on the head sets off the brilliance of the whole person, and the nobleness is compelling, but the gloomy face is scary.

"Mother can't reveal the truth. It remains to be proved whether the matter is what he did. You should pretend to be happy now!" Shen Qian sat in a wheelchair wearing a purple cashmere coat. , Tong Yan also brought a blanket to put on her lap.

Gao Yang almost gritted his silver teeth, so he could only listen to his son's words and hold his breath in secret, he would easily affect his whole body with a single blow, since they couldn't knock him down all at once, what they did at this time was to be patient.

"Then did you see it or not?"

"See you!" Knowing oneself and knowing one's enemy, Jiang Chengying did not dare to act rashly when he was not sure of his character. Shen Qian knew that he was in the dark. The right time and place are right for people to play with him. How could he be allowed to play with him? Got your bottom?Besides, the grievances between them are too deep, he still can't completely control his emotions, if he wants to pretend, he has to pretend to deceive everyone, including himself.

When Shen Qian took off the bandage, it was the season when the flowers bloomed and the catkins danced in the warmth of spring. The letters from He Qiluo had already piled up in a thick pile on the copybook. Shen Qian put down the orchid paper letterhead in his hand with a smile on his face. He Qiluo's army has already set up camp in that land of abundance, the breeze is blowing gently, thousands of hairs are entangled and flying, and there is still a faint fragrance of ink on the letter paper, gently sticking to his chest, as if there are still his fingertips temperature.

The flowers on the Moshang are blooming, and I hope you will return...

In Jinshan Temple, people who burn incense and worship Buddha piously walk towards the highest step by step. After decades of wars in the later Qin Dynasty, it is now peaceful. , the faint incense curled up, carrying the most simple expectations of the dawn people to the ninth heaven.

The people at the foot of the mountain kowtow step by step, and the peddlers at the foot of the mountain set up stalls in the area designated by the Yamen. The common people in short cotton clothes and the ladies in silk brocade, in front of the magnificent vermilion Buddhist gate, interpret the equality of all beings.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a lady wearing a veiled hat stepped on a low stool and slowly got out of the carriage with her skirt in her hands. She had a white background with a red collar and a double-breasted printed trousers, a white round-neck jacket, and a red flowered pleated skirt. There is a silver collar hanging around the neck, with a thumb-sized rouge jade in the middle, and a green and transparent jade bracelet on the wrist. The fingers holding the hem of the skirt are slender and fair, gently raising the hand, and showing the beauty of the hands and feet. Everyone's style.

The surrounding sounds seemed to be much quieter, and the passers-by in front of the hawker also stopped, whispering to each other quietly about whose young lady it was, and why they had never seen it before.They can say this because Jinshan Temple is a temple for the royal family to worship Buddha, so there are many dignitaries coming and going. Vendors often sell goods in this area, and they have seen many ladies and wives.

Then, another man stepped out of the carriage. He had not yet reached the age of the crown, a big black braid hanging behind his head, as black as lacquer, with a large royal blue bead as the horn, wearing a Jiang Yahai's five claws sit on a dragon's white python robe, tied with a jasper and red belt.He was tall and slender, with a straight back.Stepped lightly on the low stool under his feet, and in an instant he was already walking with the woman in front of him. He looked up at the hundred-step ladder, and said a few words to the woman beside him with a smile.The surroundings became even more silent. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that the five-claw python robe was not something ordinary people could wear. sisters.

There are beauties in the north, and the young man in front of him has delicate features and a gorgeous temperament, not much better than Wei Jie and Pan An.

"Brother, a lot of people are watching you!" It was Shen Wan, the daughter of the princess, who was walking with a veiled hat. She noticed the changes in her surroundings, and turned her head and smiled softly.

Shen Qian's mind was not on this at all, he calculated whether He Qiluo and the others forded the most rapid river, whether they were stationed in the most dangerous mountain, he sighed, clutching his scarred chest in despair.

before parting

"I'll come to find you when I recover from my injury, and we'll go all the way together!" Shen Qian said to He Qiluo with a smile.

He Qiluo frowned in disapproval at all, and said, "Do you know that you are almost lost? Take good care of yourself, and I will come back to see you."

If it weren't for the suffering in the previous life that was too deep and unforgettable, he might really think that everything is a fictional story. How could such an indifferent and calm person like He Qiluo be the only one who loves him so much?

Shen Qianduan looked at He Qiluo's sword-like eyebrows carved like a knife, and exhaled softly, he said: "Maybe after seeing the mountains and rivers, my mind will open up a lot, and I will... "I won't always use you to torture myself... Shen Qian swallowed the last half of the sentence, he can't see life and death clearly, and he can't let go of He Qiluo's death at his own hands after all.

"In the future, I will have time to show you. This time, I will stay in the mansion to recuperate." He Qiluo looked at Shen Qian's face and said, "The journey is difficult and dangerous. My identity... you You don't want me to be able to show my strength because I care about you, do you?" He Qiluo gritted his teeth and took a hard dose.

Shen Qian dazed, listened to Shen Wan's words and smiled.

The two brothers and sisters entered the backyard of the temple. It was already spring, but the towering trees in the yard had fallen leaves all over the ground. Shen Qian raised his head slightly, and the fine and dense sunlight fell on his jade-like face.Shen Wan bent down to pick up a yellowed fallen leaf, and smiled happily at Shen Qian.

"The princess is lucky, this old tree of the poor monk has not withered and yellowed for ten years." A clear and quiet voice came through the courtyard, and Shen Qian and Shen Wan turned their heads at the same time.

A monk in a washed white ordinary monk's robe walked around the moon cave gate with a smile, his steps were light and steady, like a cloud of auspicious clouds, bringing unprecedented peace.

Shen Qian clasped his hands together, bent down gently, and said softly, "Thank you, Master, for saving your life!"

"My son has a deep relationship with Buddhism, and the poor monk just follows the trend, not to mention kindness." Wang Qing waved his hand, but he was very satisfied with the fallen leaves in Shen Wan's hand.

Shen Wan pinched the fallen leaf in her hand, and asked inexplicably: "This fallen leaf is withered and yellow and lifeless. Why is it that Master is lucky when I picked it up?"

"A big tree that hasn't had a dead leaf in ten years, how long do you think it lived?"

"ten years?"

"There is no life without reincarnation. He stayed in ten years ago forever, but today, it is a new life." Wang Qing took the yellow leaf, smoothed it gently, and replied with a smile: "I have to keep it well. The yellow leaves of this ancient tree, I am actually older than it by several years!"

"Master, is there a place to ask for a lottery? I want to ask for a lottery for the family." Shen Wan asked.

Wang Qing pointed to a young monk and said, "Let him take the princess with him. I have a predestined relationship with the son, so we should have a good chat."

Shen Wan nodded slightly to Shen Qian, followed Xiao Shani through the cave door and went outside.

Both Shen Qian and Wang Qing sat on the stone bench, the fluttering leaves swirled down, and the light dance steps stepped on Shen Qian's shoulders. He smiled brightly, his eyebrows were vivid, just like the clouds in the sky, Clean and free.

"It's really annoying! The poor monk has been waiting for ten years, and he actually lowered his head in front of you. Look, this fall is a tree. Next year, next year, it will be born again!" Wang Qingfu Looking at his own beard, his joyful eyes seemed to look at his own newborn child. With such nostalgic and proud eyes, Shen Qian had to think that he had been obsessed with this old tree for several years.

"Why did the master say that I have a destiny with Buddha? Because this tree...is still He Qiluo?" Shen Qian asked.

Master Wangqing laughed, and the wrinkles on his face piled up one after another, like dry bark, like the old tree beside him, watching life wear away bit by bit.

"It has nothing to do with him, it's just what the poor monk saw!" Wang Qing's eyes were clear and far away, and he looked at Shen Qian's eyes with detachment and guilt, "Please forgive the poor monk for his shallowness. The poor monk did not fully fulfill his fate. He has failed the expectations of Mr. He and the adults in the family. But rest assured, the poor monk did not say this to outsiders."

Shen Qian was stunned, the temperature on his face faded, and the hand on the stone table silently clenched his fist.He still can't?Lowering his head, the winter footprints on the bluestone slab have faded a lot, but his winter has never left.

Shen Qian's voice was desolate and gloomy, as if it came from a far away place, past and present, "I don't blame Master, it's my own poor fortune, and I can't blame others."

"Aren't you going to ask me why I said that? Your injury has already healed, and it seems to be a sign of healing." Wang Qing squinted his eyes and stared at Shen Qian well.

"How can a person who has seen the impermanence of hell come back to life?" The corners of Shen Qian's lips curled up slightly, "I knew when I was unconscious that I probably couldn't escape this catastrophe."

"Hey, the poor monk is right after all, you really have a deep connection with Buddhism."

"So what? As the master said, although my arrow wound has been cured, no one can save my life!" Shen Qian looked up at the fallen leaves falling to the ground. After living ten years longer, it also Enough is enough.

"That's true. The poor monk knew when he saw the son for the first time. It's probably because the heavens are jealous of the talented and unlucky. No one can reverse your fate. You should have returned to dust and dust... "Wang Qing sighed leisurely, "Even though the poor monk can't figure out what happened to make your fate so strange, my son, but the poor monk knows that you probably stole this life! You used the blessings of the next life. Yuan, this life is probably not easy."

Shen Qian's heart became cold, he thought that all this had been postponed until now, but he didn't expect that the fate would not be shuffled again, and they were still living in the cycle of reincarnation from life to life.It's just suffering for 'him', this life is for him.

"Don't be discouraged, my son. Your life is only a few dozen years. If you live well, treat one life as two lives. Those who should be remembered will never be forgotten. Although your fate is strange, it is not like ordinary people. Poor But the monk can't see how long you can live, maybe one day something will change your fate, and then..." Wang Qing looked at Shen Qian's calm face, regretted in his heart, and said Unconsciously said: "Naturally you will get everything you want, the heaven will send a great responsibility to the people, maybe it is the poor monk who is not good at morality and can't see clearly the turning point of the son's fate!"

Shen Qian smiled vaguely, seeing clearly that he was a person with profound Taoism, but now he felt that the prince in front of him was more like a person from outside than him, no one could know whether he would live long or not and still deal with it indifferently What’s more, Wang Qing is self-criticizing in his heart, maybe it’s because of this that he can’t see clearly the turning point of his fate, such a hidden and magnificent person, Wang Qing raised his head and looked at the blue sky, I hope God is the same Don't want to let him go to waste!