The morning light is faint, and Xian Rou has no sleep, and Xian Rou has been thinking about the matter between King Zhao and this Zhao Xian. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the final analysis, the relationship between Zhao and Chu is just a mutually beneficial relationship, this relationship will not be stable, just ask, which king does not have the idea of winning the Central Plains, if Zhao is just dedicated to assisting Chu State, it is needless to say, but thinking about the informant that Zhao State planted in the Jin State, you can know that King Zhao is not a person without a heart.

lit the red candle, Xian Rou put on a cloak and slowly went out, but saw Qin Qi leaning against the wall, and when she saw Xian Rou coming out, she immediately opened her eyes, and when she saw that it was Xian Rou, her eyes became gentle.

"Gong ...... Miss, it's still early, why don't you rest for a while. Qin Qi said.

Xian Rou gathered her cloak and said with a smile: "Xu is because of the bed, why can't you sleep for a long time, but it's you, why don't you go to the house to sleep?" ”

Qin Qi shook his head and said, "I woke up early, and I was afraid that something would happen to Miss's side, so I stayed outside the door." ”

Xian Rou looked at him with a smile, and didn't say anything, just told him to get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Qin Qi led the order to retreat, and Xian Rou entered the room, sitting quietly in front of the desk, waiting for Qin Qi.

When he was young, Qin Qi came over with pen, ink and paper, he gently closed the door, laid the paper for Xian Rou, and began to grind the ink.

"Qin Qi, I'll grind the ink, you go to sleep for a while, you guard us all the time, I can't bear to look at it."

"Out of the way, princess, this is what I should do."

Yes, since the Qin family was protected by the King of Chu, after Qin Qi entered the palace as a guard, he was loyal to the King of Chu, and the King of Chu sent him to protect Xian Rou, she was also loyal and did not dare to slack off.

Qin Qi learned martial arts as a young man, excelled in martial arts, danced with a good sword, but was really wronged by being a secret guard, Xian Rou always thought so, but Qin Qi didn't care about this.

"What should you not do, how can you use it to sharpen ink with a sword and a gun." Xian Rou looked straight at Qin Qi and said solemnly: "You are strong in martial arts, I admire you from the bottom of my heart, you are a rare talent in my Chu country, when I get married, you don't have to follow me, you are the pillar of Chu State, the army of Chu State, and you still need to receive it!" ”

Qin Qi paused slightly when he heard this, he looked at Xian Rou with some incredulity, but he couldn't say any words after all, so he could only retreat quietly.

Xian Rou has long thought about it, it is impossible for him to stay in the Chu Palace for the rest of his life, and Qin Qi is even more impossible to protect him for a lifetime, even Xian Rou doesn't know where he will end up in the future, Xian Rou just hopes that Qin Qi can be a general in Chu State, for her, for her father, for Yunji, to protect these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Xian Rou wrote some names, which are nothing more than the relationship between Zhao Chuyan and Nanzhao and other countries, and then list Zhao Xian and Changle Mansion, this idea is clear, but in fact, it is intricate, and it is also a headache.

This little bit of dot painting, sketching and writing, the sky is also a lot brighter.

Xian Rou folded the paper of the book finely, took it with her, and called Yun Ji to order something to eat.

I wrote for a while, and I was really hungry.

After some miscellaneous pick-ups, they went to Changle Mansion, and coincidentally, before they arrived at the mansion, they saw the county lord in red leading the horse.

"Hey, what a coincidence, I just slipped back from the horse." Today's county lord is obviously in a much better mood and speaks more briskly.

"The county lord is fine, and his complexion is fine today." Envy still smiled so softly.

"Ah Cai, put this horse back, I'll go out, if anyone comes to the door, just say I'm not there." Zhao Xian handed the reins to the little servant Ah Cai, and then stepped forward and said, "Thanks to you, I thought about it through yesterday, but I am not so depressed." ”

"It's a good thing not to be depressed, you always have to let go of something in order to go further." Xian Rou smiled.

"At this hour, there are fewer people in Jing'an Temple, and I will go to repay my vows after a battle, can the princess go with me?"

"Since it should be a wish, the name of Jing'an Temple is also spread far to the surrounding area."

Four people walked together, walked all the way, listened to the sound of cars and horses coming and going, and passed by the small river to hear the sound of its lingling, and arrived at Jing'an Temple in the south of the city, it was a rare leisure.

In Jing'an Temple, the green bamboo bush grows in the middle of the road, the bluestone road sees, there is a fragrant tripod, the Buddha statue is enshrined in the majestic hall, it is a big day such as coming, in addition to the green bamboo, it is the begonia, this red and green, but not strange, even has a delicate meaning, and then the special is the fence of the road, there are several Buddha Jin, this situation and this scene, actually let Xian Rou forget the purpose of coming.

At this time, the temple was really quiet, only the sound of the monks sweeping and sprinkling was heard, and when they entered the main hall, it was the crisp sound of beating the wooden fish, all of which sounded.

Several people knelt on the futon, folded their hands, and worshiped the Buddha, but they didn't know what they were thinking.

Xianrou got up, but saw a monk behind him bowing slightly towards him, and chanted: "Amitabha, can the donor go with me?" ”

This monk is not the respected old host, just a handsome and majestic little monk, although so, he feels that he is very calm, and looks like a person with profound Buddhism.

The others looked puzzled when they heard this.

"Master, please." Xian Rou ignored the others, only bowed his head to that side, and waved his sleeves to attract people.

"Donor, please." The little monk was also leading the way, so he took a little more step in front of Xianrou.

To the side of the hall, the little monk slightly covered the door, and Xianrou saw that the fragrant tea on the table was thin and smoky, rising, and then looking at the little monk, it seemed that it had already been prepared.

"The tea has been prepared, and the donor will drink the tea first." The little monk closed the door and came over, standing beside the desk and saying.

Envy was apprehensive, not knowing this person's intentions.

"Don't panic, the little monk just has something to say to the donor."

Envy the soft chin and drink the fragrant tea.

"Master, you sit." Xian Rou put down the teacup and pointed to the square seat opposite.

The little monk was also unceremoniously sat down cross-legged.

"On the way, I rubbed shoulders with the donor, and I felt that the donor was really a precious life, but it was a life... Strange numbers, different lives from the sky??????" The little monk raised his eyes and stared at Xianrou for a while, then quickly moved away, looking towards nothingness, "Don't say much, the donor can naturally understand, but the little monk wants to advise the donor." ”

The little monk paused slightly, looked at the smoke of the tea in front of him, and said slowly: "The Buddha said: Bodhi has no tree, there is no mirror, there is nothing in the world, where is the dust!" After that, he shook his head: "The donor's obsession is too much." ”

Xianrou was stunned, I don't know where this little monk is, he can see the heavenly opportunity to come here, and while he is stunned, he chews his words, but there is a trace of helplessness.

"Thank you master for this advice, but the Buddha also said: There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go." There was clarity in his eyes, "If you can't let go of this, that's what I'm obsessed with." ”

The little monk sighed slightly, and said "Amitabha", "Since the donor's words have come to this, it is useless for the little monk to say more, this cup of tea should be the little monk and the donor have a fate, please taste it." ”

The little monk turned the sound of the Buddha beads constantly, drinking tea with his eyes closed with envy, greedy for a moment of peace, in the hall, the sound of the Buddha beads, the sandalwood curling, really a piece of tranquility.

At the end, the little monk's fluctuating sound of Buddha beads stopped, only listening to the staggered clothes, the little monk got up.

didn't take two steps, the little monk finally stopped, said the six words before leaving.

"Changing one's life against the sky, taboo."

After the little monk left, Xian Rou was still sitting upright, quietly drinking the tea, the tea was slightly bitter, and Xian Rou's heart was also bitter.

Not only can't let go, but she accounts for four of the six hardships in life. The bitter word, the word pierces the heart.

"I can't ask for it, I can't let it go...", Xian Rou's mouth repeatedly, all these six words, a pool of tea, reflecting the face of Xian Rou, a line of tears, sliding down her cheeks, dripping on the case, silent.