Back then, Prince Zhaowen and Murong Wanshuang, the eldest lady of Murong Mansion, were also a match made in heaven, and now Rao has not seen each other for many years, and they still remember each other. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Otherwise, my aunt would not have been so obsessed with Prince Zhaowen, but the monk in front of her was a real outsider in his eyes, and he was ethereal.

Mo Nian, who was standing in front of him at this time, said that it was Qi Nian, and even his beloved wife Murong Wanshuang was resurrected, I am afraid it would be difficult to awaken his mortal heart.

Qi Nian also sighed lightly, pulled out a blue hosta from his hair bun and held it in his hand, and took a few steps forward to serve it in front of the monk's eyes.

This is a sentimental thing that Murong Wanshuang gave her before she died, and she has always carried it very securely with her body for so long, and she has never been damaged or lost. Because she knew that her aunt had been living abroad all her life, and her last wish was just to see him.

The monk's gentle eyes did not look at the jasper hairpin, but only looked at Qi Nian quietly, as if waiting for her next step.

Qi Nian said very hard: "The deceased has passed away, this is her last wish." Even if the Zen master does not want to be contaminated with red dust anymore, he should also look at the feelings in the past, let Yuxiao fulfill his aunt's long-cherished wish, and not make her uneasy under the spring. ”

The monk's gaze swept across Qi Nian's cheeks like flowing water, and then it was fixed on the jasper hairpin in her hand, and sighed softly: "You are Wanshuang's niece." ”

"Yes."

"In that case, please take a seat."

He placed a clean but simple futon for Qi Nian in front of a low table, and the two sat across the table.

After Qi Nian sat down, he looked around, and it turned out that the entire sixth floor was a huge meditation room, except for a bed placed against the wall, there was only this square table.

On the couch, there was a set of monk's clothes neatly stacked at the head of the bed, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table were complete.

When the monk saw her looking around, he said to himself, "I'm not without people here, and every evening at the back door someone brings me some food and clothing, but I don't lack anything." ”

Qi Nian bowed slightly, and when he saw that he was speaking so straightforwardly, he asked directly: "These are the emperor's wills?" ”

The monk smiled abruptly, "After all, I am his brother, even if I lost at his hands and became a prisoner, he has never treated me harshly for so many years." ”

Qi Nian couldn't help but say to himself, no wonder he would lose the battle for the throne with the title of the crown prince, this Prince Zhaowen was inevitably too kind, others snatched what should have belonged to him and imprisoned him in this empty pure temple for ten years, he still felt that the person did not treat him badly.

She looked at the monk in front of her who was kind and kind-eyed and indisputable, and suddenly felt that she had come this time, but the original very clear purpose seemed to be blurred.

The monk reached out and took the jasper hairpin in her hand, and rubbed her fingers against the delicate and smooth jade, as if she was very reluctant. He put away the hairpin properly and sighed lightly: "Thank you, you have a heart." ”

Qi Nian only looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

"After all, the past is all in vain, and now the world is peaceful and prosperous, and it is also the credit of the emperor. Since ancient times, Mingjun always had to fight a bloody road to stabilize the country, so that the people of Li could live and work in peace and contentment, and the common people lived peacefully. The monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name, and closed his eyes slightly, "Maybe it was a mistake for me to let her escape from the prince's mansion back then." Now that I've completely let it go, it's been a lot of things I've always remembered in my heart, and it's hard to forget. Yu Xiao, can you do something for me? ”

Qi Nian still looked at him, and said calmly: "If the Zen master has any instructions, Yu Xiao will definitely do it." ”

"If you have a chance to pay tribute to her, please burn these great compassion mantras I have copied in front of her grave." He arranged a stack of Buddhist scriptures on the table, and held it in front of Qi Nian with both hands, "On my behalf, tell her that everything is over, please rest in peace." ”

At this point, there is nothing more to say.

Qi Nian only silently took the Buddhist scriptures and nodded in response.

In fact, this is the best ending, Prince Zhaowen let go of the resentment in his heart, forgot the shame and hatred of the past, for the peaceful and prosperous Weiyang country now, annihilation of those past events will be better in the future.

Although Qi Nian felt that it was quite unpleasant in her heart, she was at this moment, and suddenly felt that the boulder that had been haunting her heart finally fell to the ground, and she was also relieved.

At this point, she is finally free of tiredness, and the responsibilities and resentments she carried in the past can now be completely let go, and everything is gone.

When Qi Nian got up to say goodbye, the monk sent her downstairs.

He stood on the high platform in front of the pagoda, took out a huge and round Buddha bead from his sleeve, stretched out his hand and handed it to Qi Nian, and said a Buddha name, "You and I meet today is also fate, the poor monk has nothing else, this Buddha bead is more than 20 years ago when the poor monk first entered the Buddha door to stay by his side and worship it every day." Now, in order to thank the donor, this bead will be given to the donor. ”

Qi Nian thought about refusing, but after thinking about it, his aunt was thinking about him until she died, and now that he escaped into the empty door, he couldn't mention the past of the previous edge, and this Buddha bead should also be used as a token between them, and he should take it to his aunt's grave to show her, but she didn't have a heart in her life.

Yes, Qi Nian also bowed to him as a Buddhist door, said "thank you" and accepted the things.

This seven-story stupa in this pure temple, she is here for the first time, and it is also the last time.

Qi Nian stood in the empty Buddhist courtyard, the fragrance of the Buddha was quiet and unfinished, since the monk handed over the Buddha bead to her, it seemed to be completely cut off from the red dust, only recited the Buddha name, and then turned back.

She looked up at his clear and thin back, and suddenly a cool autumn wind hit, slightly rolled up his monk's robe, and made her heart inexplicably very sad.

Seeing that his figure had completely disappeared into the layers of pagodas, she turned around, adjusted her emotions slightly, and walked out with her feet raised.

It's only been half an hour since she came in and went out, but this state of mind is completely different from the past.

The guards waiting outside sent her back to Washington safely, but this matter was very secretive, and even Hua Zhang listened to a few words from his subordinates when he returned at night, only to know that Qi Nian had been to the long-closed Qingjing Temple during the day.

He knew the reason why the emperor closed the Qingjing Temple, so he was naturally taken aback, and wanted to question Qi Nian why he made the decision, but just as he was about to enter outside the Bingtai Courtyard, he suddenly stopped.