Meditate on the face of the Guru

It didn't show up

I didn't think about the girl's face

But it comes to life in front of you

-- Lobsang Rinchen Changyang Gyatso

For the first time, Changyang Gyatso had seen the details of the city of Lhasa in the daytime, and the city that belonged to him had so many layers, and on the border of Syracuse there was a long street with the most prosperous leather and meat business in the city, and when he came out of the tavern of Maji Ami's house, he accidentally stumbled into this street, and the gaudy and hospitable girls told the sweet words of the swaggering through the city to every man who passed through it.

The men who passed by this were all prostitutes except Cangyang Gyatso, who were either attracted by a woman to a black cave hut and never come out again, or surrounded by several women like prey to vultures, and Cangyang Gyatso was able to judge what kind of business was being done on this street through guò, and he felt deeply ashamed of the series of acts he had done to Maggie Ami in the tavern last night.

After returning to the Potala Palace, as soon as he took off his secular clothes and changed into a monk's robe, he heard that Renzhen Ongmu had been waiting in the Riguang Hall for a long time, and Cangyang Gyatso hesitated for a moment and quickly came to the Riguang Palace.

Renzhen Ongmu came alone, I heard that the king of Tibet specially arranged a Tibetan and Mongolian attendant for her, but never seen, this is troublesome, Cangyang Gyatso's side can not find a good Mongolian lama temporarily, Renzhen Ongmu looked left and right, Cangyang Gyatso understood what she meant, and then the monks who accompanied her were all dismissed, but now there are only the two of them left in the Sunshine Palace, and now there is no way to communicate.

Ren Zhen Weng Mu looked at him, and the gloom of the past few days was finally relieved a little, his slightly frowning brows, his lips that wanted to stop talking, his hands that were at a loss, and his anxious and worried eyes, made her feel that he still cared about her reads. He took out an embroidered handkerchief from his cuff, presented it with both hands, and said to him with a low brow, "Rosette, please explain." ”

Although he could not understand her words, he understood what she meant, and he took the handkerchief, unfolded it, and there was a Tibetan verse embroidered on it: "Tomorrow or the next life, which one will come first, we never know."

This is the realization of Injin Weng Mu since she entered the palace, she feels the impermanence of the human world, and believes in the theory of cause and effect reincarnation.

Cangyang Gyatso smiled and nodded, laid the handkerchief flat on the table, picked up a brush, and improvised a small poem in Tibetan next to the handkerchief: If you don't think about life, death, and impermanence, you will be a fool, even if you are very smart.

When he had finished writing, he blew dry the ink and handed her the handkerchief himself. Renzhen Weng Mu happily took the handkerchief, and although she could not read the words, she felt twelve points satisfied, she folded the handkerchief and carefully tugged it into the cuff, and then bowed according to the etiquette, and went back in a hurry.

Cangyang Gyatso sat on the throne of the temple with his chin in one hand, looking at her back with relief and reluctance.

In the evening, Maggie Ami returned to the palace by moonlight, and Renzhen Om took out this little poem for her to translate.

Mingxin casually translated it as he recited: "If you don't think about life and death and impermanence early, even if you are very smart, you are just a fool." After reading it, she saw the Tibetan script embroidered on the handkerchief by herself, and her cheeks suddenly felt spicy.

Rinchen Ongmu was still savoring this little poem by Cangyang Gyatso, she walked to the window, slowly chanted twice, and suddenly clapped her hands and said, "The rosette is indeed a rosette!" This poem of the rosette is much more thorough than the poem, hehe. ”

Mingxin stretched out his calloused fingers, gently stroked the little poem, and couldn't help but say: "His words are really free and easy......"

Renzhen Ongmu turned around and said, "I just think it's like a string of patterns, sister likes it?" Then I'll send you. ”

Mingxin immediately handed the handkerchief to Renzhen Wengmu: "How dare the slave, Gege take it carefully." ”

Renzhen Weng Mu said: "Sister, I still want to go to the lotus tomorrow to ask for Buddhism, can you help me think of another poem?" ”

Mingxin said: "It takes time to improve the realm of enlightenment, Gege goes too hard, the lotus will doubt it, once there is a flaw, I am afraid that it will not work if I use this method again." ”

Renzhen Weng Mu said: "Sister's words are wrong, sister has forgotten, he can't understand me, so he won't test me face-to-face, I just need to hand my sister's son to him, where will he guess these hidden secrets?" ”

Mingxin said: "Having said that, but just like Gege just said, this poem of the lotus seat is already the ultimate perfection, and I can't find anything to add, what can I do?" I couldn't think of anything else for a while. ”

Renzhen Weng Mu said coquettishly: "Oh, sister, you can help me this time, you can just think of a sentence, and then write it on paper, I'll embroider it, isn't it okay?" ”

Mingxin unfolded the handkerchief in desperation, looked at the sentences on it, thought quietly for a long time, picked up the brush, and wrote on the paper: What we have done in our lives has created the situation when we die, everything, absolutely everything, karma is not happy at all.

Renzhen Ongmu didn't even ask her what she meant by writing, but hurriedly found a needle and thread and embroidered it on a handkerchief overnight. In the second half of the night, she was so tired that she fell asleep, got up with a clear heart, helped her to the kang, and continued to help her finish embroidering the last sentence. The next morning, Renzhen Weng Mu got up from the bed, looked at the bright window, and shouted in annoyance: "This is terrible; I didn't finish embroidering the handkerchief before the rosette had my morning class! ”

Mingxin hurried to look inside from the couch in the outer room, and saw her flipping over her padded jacket and pounced on the table. Mingxin laughed at her panicked look, and took the embroidered handkerchief to her: "Oh, look at it, isn't it all embroidered." ”

Renzhen Weng Mu was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what was going on, and picked up the handkerchief with both hands, along with Mingxin's hand: "Sister! You're so nice! Don't say anything, comb my hair, don't eat breakfast, I'm going to the Sunshine Hall first! ”

Mingxin hurriedly helped her wash her face, comb her hair, and put on makeup, and waited for her to walk out of the door, and then sat alone on the couch, imagining the scene of her meeting with Cangyang Gyatso, and a burst of emptiness hit her heart.

But Ming Xin couldn't imagine that Renzhen Ongmu happened to meet Deji Medo outside the Sunshine Palace. The little snow mastiff who paid tribute last night vomited and diarrhea, and the monks were helpless, so they sent someone to send the news to the palace overnight to report to the princess that Deji Medo set off from the palace at dawn and rushed to the Potala Palace It was already dawn.

The road is narrow, and the hostility between Deji Medo and Renzhen Weng Mu is obvious from the first meeting, the two girls are pampered golden branches and jade leaves, and Deji Medo is the host although he is two years younger than Renzhen Weng, and he doesn't take the lonely Mongolian Gege in his eyes at all.

Not to be outdone, none of them gave way to the other, and walked side by side into the Hall of the Sun, and at the same time asked to see His Holiness Rosette. Fortunately, the door of the Nikko Hall was very wide, and the monks and attendants on both sides went in separately to report it.

When Cangyang Gyatso heard such a report, he felt that the situation was not good, and that Rinchen Ongmu might be bullied again, so he ordered the monks to invite Rinchen Ongmu in first. When Princess Dejimedo heard the order given by His Holiness Rosette, she was so angry that she was almost annoying.

At this moment, Renzhen Ongmu's simple thoughts are even a little ridiculous, she thinks that she is more important in the heart of the rosette than Deji Medo. Princess Dejime gritted her teeth with hatred but was reluctant to leave, and recorded all the unforgettable humiliation on Renzhen Wengmu's head. Rinchen Ongmu proudly walked into the Sunshine Hall and saw Cangyang Gyatso sitting on the throne of the temple, and she presented her handkerchief embroidered with Tibetan verses in both hands according to yesterday's procedure, but Cangyang Gyatso's expression was extremely complicated.

He frowned, unfolded his handkerchief and looked at it, where can he still take care of Fu Shi, he knows that Renzhen Wengmu's character is both naïve and upright, and he doesn't like to be inflammatory, although such a girl is what he admires, it may not be appreciated by the secular magnates, so her situation will become more and more passive, he wants to take this opportunity to remind her, so he took out a brush and wrote on her handkerchief:

There are no dark clouds in the sky

But the ground was covered with wind and snow

Don't be suspicious of it

Beware of other aspects

Renzhen Weng Mu took the handkerchief with joy, gently blew the ink that had not dried, looked at Cangyang Gyatso's complicated expression, and mistakenly thought that he wanted to say something to himself, but unfortunately he didn't let Mingxin come with him today, and he could only talk about it later. But her clear eyes made Cangyang Gyatso very worried, if he couldn't even protect the kind Ming Concubine, he didn't know what use he had in the world.

Injin Ongmu walked in front of Princess Deji Medo in the manner of a victor, and hurried back in his heart to ask Mingxin to translate the verses on the handkerchief. Left behind by her graceful figure, Princess Deji Meadow had already devised a dozen ways to get revenge on her in the blink of an eye, and it was entirely up to the attitude of His Holiness Rosette.

Princess Deji Medo wore a ring full of hands, and a slash in the face of the monks who had come to welcome her into the Temple of the Sun was splashing blood. With a chaotic sound of gold and jade, Princess Deji Medo walked into the Hall of Sunlight without any manners, omitted the procedure of prostration, stood in front of the throne of the temple, and said loudly to Cangyang Gyatso: "Did the rosette send someone to the palace to pick me up last night!" ”

Cangyang Gyatso expected that with her character, he would never give up on this matter, he had long been accustomed to it, and only flipped through the books at random, and said nonchalantly: "Sent, what's wrong?" ”

Deji Medo said angrily: "Then the rosette also sent someone to the White House to pick up Renzhen Om;!" ”

Cangyang Gyatso smiled lightly, the gentle breath sprayed on the pages of the book did not contaminate her anger at all, and her calm expression accompanied by a relaxed tone said slowly: "The White House and the Red House are only a few steps away, so why send someone to greet them." ”

Deji Medo was even more angry: "In other words, she didn't receive your order and came by herself!" ”

Cangyang Gyatso closed the page and looked at her lightly: "What's wrong? ”

Deji Medo said: "In that case, I ask to see her at the same time, and the rosette should have allowed me in first!" Rosette just let her in first, and asked me to wait outside the door, I don't know where this rule came from!? ”

Cangyang Gyatso knew that she was going around such a big circle just to go to the top and punish Renzhen Weng Mu in the name of not abiding by the law, since he summoned Ren Zhen Weng Mu first, naturally he would not let Deji Medo take advantage of this loophole, he said: "This is in the order of the guest first and then the host, what's wrong?" ”

Degimedo suddenly fell silent, there were many explanations for this "guest before host", and she wanted to hear what he had to say.

Cangyang Gyatso said: "First of all, you and I are both Tibetans and she is Mongolian, secondly, you and I grew up together since childhood and she came halfway, again, you and I are called Elder Brother and Elder Sister, and she can't even speak a word of Tibetan language, now that you and I have grown up, in order to avoid outsiders' suspicion, you are just temporarily moving out of the palace, and it won't be long before you will rightfully move back, and once she leaves here, she will never come back." Alas, I don't know what else needs to be explained between you and me! Whoever is the guest and who is the host, I naturally understand it in my heart, but unfortunately you don't understand it in your heart! I don't bother to see your sprinkling sex, maybe you have fallen in love with someone's young master outside the palace, and you don't want to enter the palace to be my concubine and live as a widow for me for a lifetime, if this is the case, I will summon your father tomorrow, and make your heart clear to him, I believe that he must have a way to make his beloved daughter get his wish. ”

Every time she feels justified and angry, she doesn't know how he said it was unreasonable to make trouble in a few words, he always had a lot of words to her, it seemed to be justified but none of them were directed at her, knowing that he was protecting Renzhen Weng Mu but there was no way to expose him, except for him, who would dare to send her so crookedly.

Deji Medo not only did not dissipate his anger but also hid his jealousy deep in his heart, the more they were so close on the surface, the more jealous Deji Medo became, as far as she knew, according to the law, the living Buddha had the right to reward the concubine to other lamas or secular courtiers, Deji Medo had been planning a poisonous trick since he first saw Renzhen Wengmu, and one day he would force him to reward Renzhen Weng Mu to others, so let Renzhen Weng Mu be proud for a while.

Deji Meduo, who had a honey-mouthed sword belly, looked ashamed and frightened at this moment, knelt in front of Cangyang Gyatso, tugged at his clothes and begged: "Don't summon my father to the rosette, I don't dare to make sex to the rosette again." Brother, please, I will depend on you whatever you want in the future, just don't let me leave you, okay? Good no good? ”

Men have always been afraid of women using soft ones, not to mention that a high-ranking princess can leave her self-esteem and say such a thing, which man can not be soft-hearted? For more than ten years, Deji Meduo used the tricks on Cangyang Jiacuo to compile a "Yulang Treasure Book", Cangyang Gyatso finally couldn't help but leave the throne and helped her daughter up, Deji Meduo threw herself into his arms, and the surrounding monks turned their faces one after another.

Cangyang Gyatso gently pushed her away: "Let's go and see the snow mastiff." ”

Deji Medo nodded: "Yes." "A brilliant smile is like a blooming flower.

After a morning of commotion, in the end, they reconciled and walked hand in hand into Kadamphi