Starting from Bianliang, if you want to go west, choose to travel from the Weizhou Gate in the northwest of the outer city, which is undoubtedly the first choice for most people.

It was the spring rains, and the air was especially wet, quietly infiltrating the earth.

The refreshing smell of grass is sandwiched in the rain, caressing the cheeks, moisturizing things in the spring rain, but this rain is the favorite of farmers.

In the early morning, there were not many pedestrians on the official road, and the occasional ox cart passed by, splashing a cloud of mud, but it made passers-by avoid the middle of the road even further.

A man stood under the tree beside the road, holding a brown horse that had been wet, and his eyes hidden under the hat were slightly anxious, looking at the road leading from the city gate to the official road from afar.

"Dede" sounded, a carriage stopped steadily beside him, and a person in the car lifted the curtain and said, "Get in the car." ”

The man's eyes lit up, and he quickly tied his horse to the tree, removed the hat, and stepped into the car with his legs.

One of the people in the car said slightly apologetically: "Alimu, I've kept you waiting for a long time." ”

"Xiao Gongzi is polite, I have troubled you many times, Princess Alimudai thank you." Fluent in Chinese was none other than Alimu, the Uighur princess Yalia's bodyguard.

"Yelia left Bianliang last night?" The so-called Xiao Gongzi is Zhao Xian.

Alimu nodded hurriedly, and handed over a letter that Yelia had entrusted him to Zhao Xian with both hands.

In yesterday's battle, Zhao Xian easily won Li Yuanhao, at that time, before the war ended, Li Yuanhao had already bowed his head and admitted defeat, and afterwards he kept his promise and gave up Yelia.

Originally, for Li Yuanhao, the most important thing is women, one more or less is just a number, and it is not so rare.

The only pity was that he had to let her go before he could taste the taste of Yelia.

It's just that as soon as Yelia returned to her residence, she packed up her baggage and left Bianliang overnight, it is said that she was going to Ganzhou to find her father Khan at night.

And Alimu considered that his body had not fully recovered, and he was afraid that the protection would not be thorough, so he asked Haas to escort Yelia to leave first, and he asked people to bring a letter to Zhao Xian, so that there was a scene of people like this today.

"In that case, I will secretly send someone to protect you, and another person will bring a letter to the Khan. It's just that Li Yuanhao has seen you before, and if he finds out, he can guess Yelia's identity. Zhao Xian paused when she said this.

On the side, Ah Yan immediately took out a burden, handed it to Alimu, and said, "There are some disguised objects here, you and Haas can disguise themselves, and it will be much safer to walk along the way." ”

Alimu was overjoyed, took the burden, and hurriedly thanked them, but this disguised thing was much more precious to them than the real money.

He thanked him again and said: "This trip to Ganzhou, the road ahead is long, Alimu only hopes that the Hui Hu will return to the country as soon as possible, if he is fortunate enough to see Xiao Gongzi again, he will have a good time with Xiao Gongzi." ”

After seeing Zhao Xian nodding, he didn't say much, said goodbye and jumped out of the carriage, untied the tethered horse, jumped on the horse, and immediately galloped westward.

As the saying goes, the world is unpredictable! Where did Zhao Xian know at this moment that this farewell to Alimu turned out to be a farewell.

Even if you see Yelia again in the future, it will already be a matter of fact, and the ending is even more unexpected!

The wheels rolled again, and the carriage turned around and headed for the city again.

In the southeast of Bianliang, here is one of the famous eight views of Bianliang.

Gao Wei's pagoda is bathed in the silk spring rain, which looks magnificent, but it makes the Tianqing Temple under the tower more quiet.

There is a single courtyard in the secluded place of Tianqing Temple, which is a forbidden place in the temple, where the monks of Qing cultivation live, and the door of the courtyard is closed on weekdays, and no one sets foot to disturb it.

In the early morning, when the smoke and rain were hazy, there was a person standing outside the door of the single courtyard, wearing a hat and a rain boot, and the whole person was tightly covered.

He stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the door of the courtyard with his fingers, and after three sounds, there was no movement, and there was silence in the door, and he did not open his mouth to call, nor was he anxious, but waited quietly outside the door, his expression calm.

After a while, there was a sound of walking quietly from the door, and when he arrived at the door, the door was slowly opened, and the person who opened the door was dressed in a green shirt, and when he saw the person standing outside the door, he smiled and clasped his palms together, and said, "Uncle, you are here!" Master is waiting for you in the clean room. ”

The people outside the door clasped their hands together and said, "There is labor! Fang stepped into the courtyard.

The yard is not large, only a bunch of land, planted with vegetables, lush in the rain, full of life. There was another stone table, three stone benches, and nothing else.

There were three clean rooms in the courtyard, and the person who knocked on the door walked to the last room, and he wanted to raise his arm to knock again, but a low voice sounded in the door: "The door is not closed, come in." ”

At this time, the man gently removed the hat, untied his robe, and pulled his feet out of his rain boots, revealing a gray monk's robe and a pair of gray monk's shoes on his feet.

This person is a young monk, who made the verdict for the battle between Zhao Xian and Li Yuanhao yesterday, the youngest senior monk of Daxiangguo Temple-Master Puzhao.

He pushed the door of the room, stepped in, looked respectful, folded his hands, and called out to the middle-aged monk on the couch with his legs crossed, "Senior Brother Pudu! ”

The middle-aged monk opened his eyes, and the fine lines on his face could vaguely see the young Qingjun, only the eyes were faintly unrevealed, with the clarity of seeing through the world and having no desires, but people couldn't guess their real age.

"Senior Brother Puzhao, you are here, please take a seat!" The voice is also faint.

There was only one clean room, so simple that there was only a couch by the window, a long table with faded paint by the wall, and two chairs and a few.

Puzhao obviously wasn't here for the first time, so he didn't care at all, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Seeing that the senior brother was looking at him, he said gently: "A few days ago, the emperor said that the matter of the senior brother was originally the order of the Taizu back then, and it could not be violated, but the Taizu has died, and the events of the year have also passed in time, and now the senior brother can no longer be restrained by this courtyard, and he can enter and exit freely." ”

The middle-aged monk's expression did not move, and he said in a half-loud voice: "I have lived in this courtyard for decades, and I have long been accustomed to quiet days, and now I can't help but do the same. ”

Looking out through the small window next to the couch, the top corner of the tower is just in sight.

He said: "This pagoda was built by the master and all the uncles and uncles to raise money in many ways, and it was also the master and others who welcomed the relics of the Buddha into the tower. The tower was built, and it took 20 years before and after before it has today's beautiful scenery. ”

Seeing that the senior brother was slightly distracted, he stopped his words, didn't say anything more, only got up quietly, folded his palms and said goodbye, and silently walked out of the door, reverting to his previous dress of clothes and hats.

In the courtyard, there was a man in a green shirt who had opened the door before, standing in the rain with his back hand, and letting the rain silk weave a dense layer of rain net overhead.

At this time, he was looking down at the vegetable bed, not knowing what he was thinking, and when he heard the sound of the door, he looked back.

Pu Zhao nodded at him, he smiled again, followed Pu Zhao and sent him out of the courtyard, and Fang Latch came back. It took no more than two quarters of an hour to go back and forth silently.

Pudu's voice in the door came again: "Ren'er, come in!" ”

The man in the green shirt hurriedly wiped the top of his hair with his sleeve, flicked the raindrops on his body, and pushed the door in.

The middle-aged monk in the door had already stayed, and when he saw the man in the green shirt coming in, he stared at him carefully for a while, his eyes showed love, and he said softly: "Ren'er, accompany me to talk about a game." ”

A trace of worry flashed on the handsome face of the man in the green shirt, and when he looked up again, his face was already full of admiration, and he nodded and said, "The master is going to abuse the apprentice again?" ”