From the beginning of the 24th day of the lunar month to the eighth day of the first month of the first month, the Tan Chun Nunnery has to give rice and soup porridge, 10,000 quintals of grain, and this year's grain will be settled.

In order to show his compassion, the Buddha cut the meat and fed the eagle, Zhao Yanheng said that he had no compassion, so the Buddha could only let it go with the thoughts of all sentient beings.

Master Pu Lin showed a smile like Maitreya Buddha, faced the thirteen female disciples, and said slowly, word by word: "This is the merit of the Seventh Highness to fulfill you!"

The thirteen female disciples knew what the master meant, and the thirteen people held the Buddha beads in their hands, counting the beads, and bowed to Zhao Yanheng.

Zhao Yanheng turned sideways, turned his back to the group of nuns, walked towards Li Fei, stretched out his hand and said lightly, "Let's go." ”

On the side, Fan Shen nodded and sighed, and finally shook his heart with his fist, expressing his understanding.

Zhao Yanheng said earlier, let him and Zhu Miaohua follow to be a witness, what kind of witness?

That day, Li Fei placed a thousand bets in Wulin Garden, which was to save face for Zhao Yanheng, and this year Zhao Yanheng promised 10,000 quintals of grain in Tanchu Nunnery, which was regarded as a return for the beauty's maintenance. He and Zhao Yanheng have clear barriers, but this kind of opposition is only a different political position, in private, on such an occasion that is only about Fengyue, he is still willing to be a visitor, happy to see talented men and women, and love and righteousness.

The group of people came like a tide, and retreated like a tide, and was walking to the gate of the nunnery, Pu Lin Shitai personally held two pieces of red silk and chased it out, walked straight to Li Fei, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Seventh donated generously, and the old man prepared a small gift, which is not a tribute." ”

Ordinary people enter the incense to worship the Buddha, for themselves and for others, are to protect the mundane things, Pu Lin Shitai solemnly entrusted out with both hands, is she blessed two marriage lines, long and thin red silk, both sides with colored threads embroidered Sanskrit, has been in front of the scripture hall for seven hundred and forty-nine days of incense, Pu Lin Shi Tai signaled Li Fei to take only one of them.

"Then it's disrespectful. ”

Li Fei solemnly held up a piece of red silk.

The Empress Dowager Pu Lin took two steps back, held a section of her hands, walked towards Zhu Miaohua, and said: "There is not much kindness, only a trace of kindness, the donor also donated rice money today, and the Buddha will bless the donor's marriage." ”

Mrs. Pu Lin is a very eye-catching old lady, she can see that Zhao Yanheng and Li Fei are a couple, followed by Fan Shen and Zhu Miaohua, and these two people are also people with status, she is used to doing things smoothly, so she took out two marriage lines and gave them to Li Fei and Zhu Miaohua respectively.

Zhu Miaohua felt that her hands were stiff, and the number of courtesies had not been lost, so she held her hands over like Li Fei and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Shi." ”

"A few donors walked slowly. "Master Pu Lin folded his hands and retired.

"It is better to believe what you have than not to believe what you don't. Zhao Yanheng stood on the steps at the entrance of the nunnery, pointed to the fork in front of him, and talked to Li Fei sideways: "The marriage tree is there, go to this path." ”

The road under the feet is paved with a black kiln, several places have been trampled and collapsed, covered with snow water, deliberately did not repair it, just put a few irregularly shaped stones to step on, the woman is petite, walking on this road, it is inevitable to be cautious, the footsteps are big, the man walking in front of him will inevitably stretch out his hand and give the woman a hand.

Zhao Yanheng walked in the front, and without saying a word, he picked up Li Fei, his feet were on the stones, and he blew over like a whirlwind, and his clothes and hairbands fluttered lightly.

Fan Shen's eyes were red, and he shook his hand and said to Zhu Miaohua, "I'll carry you over too." ”

Fan Shen was nervous, he was nervous, he didn't notice Zhu Miaohua's embarrassed expression, his body had been hugged by Fan Shen who was stunned, Fan Shen's skills were also good, holding a few big strides of the person, three steps and two steps, he also walked over quickly, and after putting down Zhu Miaohua, he still grabbed his head and smirked.

It was the first time they had been so close.

Zhu Miaohua is also a very traditional person in this regard, so she is naturally a little embarrassed and annoyed, but she can't reprimand Fan Shen for anything, she just pretends to be more and more shy, and walks forward with her head down.

Li Fei had red silk wrapped around his hands, and saw a huge old locust tree in front of him, with branches like dragons, dewing and smoking, and now all the leaves had fallen, and there were three thousand marriage lines hanging on the branches. Under the locust tree, there are also pairs of men and women, pointing to the canopy and whispering, and some are climbing ladders to tie red threads.

Zhao Yanheng stood on Li Fei's side and whispered: "This is the marriage tree, it was originally a miserable and tragic thing, and I don't know when it was sought after like this." ”

It has been eighty-five years since the founding of this dynasty, Princess Chengyang is the princess of the previous dynasty, and the half-sister of the late emperor of the previous dynasty. Princess Chengyang didn't want to be insulted like that, so she hung up on herself. The concubine Han Wuning and the princess have a deep affection, and they also follow each other like underground.

It is said that before the princess committed suicide, she let her horse go to fend for herself.

Where is the country broken, the princess is the king, of course, she has to die for the country, the horse is the minister, and the minister serves the two masters, which is a common thing. And Han Wuning was a famous writer at that time, wherever there was well water, he could sing Korean words, and the Taizu Emperor was very appreciative of him, and he captured Qingyuan, the ancestral hometown of the concubine, because Han Wuning's talent and name did not embarrass the Han clan, so the concubine has a way to live.

But Han Juma was silent, broke a branch and drew a poem on the ground:

Ask the world, what is love, direct teaching life and death, double flyers in the south and north of the world, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. Jun should have a saying: Thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom.

Emperor Taizu's subordinates were killed in an instant, Princess Chengyang and Han Juma both died on the branches, and at their feet were this poem and four maids, the maids twisted their hair and cut their faces, and they were ready to collect the bodies of the princess and the concubine.

This matter was reported to Emperor Taizu, and Emperor Taizu also said that Mr. Wuning was a pity, and then Kaien authorized Princess Chengyang and Han Juma to be buried in the tomb of Emperor Xizong of the former dynasty.

"Eighty-five years ago, Princess Chengyang and Han Juma were hanged from this tree. The country is ruined, the family is desperate, and both of them hang themselves, what kind of good marriage is this!" Zhu Miaohua was holding the red silk, the red silk was swaying in the wind, as soon as she let go, the ribbon would fly.

Li Fei glanced at Zhu Miaohua, and said the meaning of the rebuttal: "You can't be born on the same day and month of the same year, but you want to die on the same day and month of the same year." When they got married, each pair of dragon and phoenix candles were lit and burned all night, which also means that it is a good luck to extinguish together. However, in the real marriage, a husband and wife, the husband went first, and there was no shortage of wives who were martyred, and there were even more who voluntarily kept the festival, and the husband, how many people can have the feeling of being lonely and widowed, not to mention the martyrdom of their wives, and there are few who will not marry for life. What's more, Han Yuma is full of talent, and he is not desperate, he folds his own Yangshou, and he follows Princess Chengyang in life and death, and wants to come to Princess Chengyang before she dies. On Huangquan Road, there are people as companions, and I want to come to Princess Chengyang before she dies, so she can be a little less lonely and afraid. ”

Li Fei felt something, blinked his eyes, blinked a little tear, and gently wiped it away with his bow.

"So many people have placed their love on this old locust tree, and so many people are looking forward to the husband and wife, sharing honor and disgrace, and staying together. Zhao Yanheng pointed to the fluttering red silk trees, and suddenly pretended to talk to Zhu Miaohua, and his eagle-like cold sweaty gaze shot over, and said: "But it's not wrong that Miss Zhu dislikes, she is a man, she should be born and die for his wife, she should be arrogant, leaning on the sky and the earth, and it will be over if you hang yourself like this, this is a nest." ”

"Seventh Master, I don't think so. Zhu Miaocong's face changed, and he said with a straight face: "Emperor Taizu has entered the throne, what Han Yuma has to do is to hurry up and bow down, maybe he can save Princess Chengyang's life."

Li Fei was still trapped in that poignant scene, and his expression was resolute: "The temple was destroyed, and the relatives were slaughtered, I think Princess Chengyang will not survive." ”

"Okay, okay, don't be upset. Zhao Yanheng gently wiped Li Fei's face, and said gently: "In the heart of Master Pu Lian, it is just a good wish, it is said that before Princess Chengyang and Han Juma died, they had made an appointment to be husband and wife in the next life. Died under the locust tree, three lives and three lives, the past life and the present life and the next life, maybe they really became the husband and wife of the third life. ”

"So many people have placed their love on this old locust tree, and so many people are looking forward to the husband and wife, sharing honor and disgrace, and staying together. Zhao Yanheng pointed to the fluttering red silk trees, and suddenly pretended to talk to Zhu Miaohua, and his eagle-like cold sweaty gaze shot over, and said: "But it's not wrong that Miss Zhu dislikes, she is a man, she should be born and die for his wife, she should be arrogant, leaning on the sky and the earth, and it will be over if you hang yourself like this, this is a nest." ”

"Seventh Master, I don't think so. Zhu Miaocong's face changed, and he said with a straight face: "Emperor Taizu has entered the throne, what Han Yuma has to do is to hurry up and bow down, maybe he can save Princess Chengyang's life."

Li Fei was still trapped in that poignant scene, and his expression was resolute: "The temple was destroyed, and the relatives were slaughtered, I think Princess Chengyang will not survive." ”

"Okay, okay, don't be upset. Zhao Yanheng gently wiped Li Fei's face and said gently: "In the heart of Master Pu Lian, it is just a good wish, it is said that Princess Chengyang."