The weather in October is a little cooler. Every leaf on the branch of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info indicates the passing of life. The yellowing color becomes more and more bleak in the autumn when the mist rises. The Jinguang Temple on the outskirts of the city has begun to have smoke curling.

On the fifth watch in the morning, morning classes begin in the monastery. The distant sound of bells echoes through the mountains and forests, through the damp mist. In the pale memories, people unconsciously sigh. The ruler on the futon folded his hands together and silently recited "Amitabha-"

The birds of the forest fluttered their wings and shook off the dew from their wings. Then spread your wings and fly high into the sky, soaring freely with the vast world. But everything is just a good wish for rulers. She closed her eyes slightly, quietly listening to the Sanskrit sound of the temple.

I still remember the first time I came to this temple, and the sound of chanting in the temple was quite quiet. She thought that one day, it would be a great thing to be able to go to the temple for a few days to meditate. Who would have thought that one day he would come here and cut off his contact with Hongchen.

The presiding officer, Hui Ming, held a Buddhist bead while reciting the Buddha's words. Holding a knife in his hand, he walked up to the ruler. Then he asked again, "After the hair is lost, it is for the monks." Can I follow the rules of the temple and clean up the Buddhist door? Her question made Qi Su's heart calm like water.

If it was before, Qi Su would definitely shake his head and refuse. Only this time, she didn't refuse. Instead, she silently promised that she was going to leave Hongchen. Atonement for the sins you have committed and beg the Buddha for forgiveness. This idea was thought of by her in the palace.

It's just that at that time, in order to complete the task of recovering the country. will endure the humiliation and burden until today. The moment she stepped up to the temple gate, she was ready. Since then, he has always accompanied the ancient Buddha of the green lantern and will never pay attention to the world again.

The bell rang again, and Hui Ming took a knife to shave the ruler. Looking at the moment when the inch of green silk was cut off, Qi Su would understand what it means to be sad. The world says "three thousand troubles", so let all these "troubles" leave you!

It's just that the hair falls out as a nun, although that's what she means. But it really made the other person who was guarding it feel heartbroken. When Lin Yifan ran in panting, he saw Qi Su who was shaving. She is calm, like a silent lotus.

It's ridiculous, Lin Yifan searched everywhere. It took a year to wait, but in the end, it was to wait for the ruler to treat him like this. He didn't understand why he had become a monk. Is it because of yourself, or because of other contradictions?

It's just that those contradictions and troubles are not enough to be the reason for the monk to become a monk. Lin Yifan walked in front of Qi Su step by step, and then looked at Qi Su who was as cold as ice. A trembling voice asked, "I want to hear you say, but for a moment, do you care about me?" ”

How can you not care? If you don't care, how can you step into the realm of Buddhism. She is already a broken flower and a willow, and she wants to give Lin Yifan a complete self. But she can't anymore, she looks like this now. What's more, join hands with Lin Yifan again.

Even if it was, even if he didn't care about his past. What do the eyes of the world think? As a fine worker, he was married to Chu Junyan and Duanmu Ruiping successively. She is no longer complete, and even after death, she will be treated as a "concubine".

It is better to leave the world behind and go to the Buddha to atone for your sins. "No," Qi Su said stiffly, with tears in his eyes. The heart is like a needle prick, you need to know the ruler at this time. The heart has long been like ashes, and perhaps only Sanskrit sound can cleanse the soul.

The night is deep, and the bells in the temple are ringing. The final moment sounded, and the curtain came down on this day. Qi Su sighed a lot, she thought about her first encounter with Lin Yifan. Thinking that when he got married, Lin Yifan guarded himself. And he cut off a little finger to save himself.

The past is vivid, and she can't bear to recall. In the morning, she sweeps the steps with a broom. I saw that Lin Yifan was also holding a broom, and he had already swept away all the fallen leaves. Every morning after that, rain or shine.

But as far as Qi Su knew, Lin Yifan had already been appointed as the commander of the Imperial Forest Army. Why don't you patrol the palace, but run to the temple? Later, she learned from Wan Ning that Lin Yifan had given up this position. I made a special trip to live next to the temple and guard the ruler.

He's stupid, really. The commander of the Imperial Forest Army, see that he can guard the palace day and night. And relying on the contribution made by the restoration of the country, he can completely lead the high-ranking officials. Then marry a wife and live a rich and glorious life. He gave up, stupidly.

After smiling bitterly, Qi Su's heart warmed. He can be seen every morning and at dusk. Help the temple carry water and sweep the floor, and wipe the incense burner. Simple work, just to see the ruler. This can be regarded as silent care.

It's raining, it's dripping autumn rain. It has stained every corner of the temple, and it should not come today. Qi Su was suddenly a little lost, she was used to seeing Lin Yifan. I turned around unconsciously lonely, but I saw Huiming presiding over with a dignified face.

"If your heart is not broken, how can you enter my Buddhism to practice?" Hui Ming's voice was a little low, but it also had a hint of persuasion, "Which young man is very attentive to you, don't give up your good marriage for the sake of a momentary pleasure......"

Originally, the cause was unbreakable, and persuasion and harmony were not persuaded. Qi Su looked at Hui Ming's loving gaze and remembered that rainy night. The night when he served Duanmu Ruiping, he didn't feel fear. She unconsciously slowly knelt on the ground, and said with tears in her eyes: "But please preside, let me practice." ”

She didn't want to, she didn't want to take this guilt with her. It will be very tiring to live like that, and these days it is indeed a little sighing for Hongchen. But she didn't think about it, bringing Lin Yifan pain. But he couldn't resist his kindness to himself, and he was really reluctant.

Is it true that he has an unbroken heart for Lin Yifan? She thought about it yesterday when Lin Yifan swept the floor. The little finger was severed, and there was a scar. Shocking, but with a hint of pleading. She was struggling and miserable.

The rain that night woke up the ruler. Since I have chosen Buddhism. Then don't think about the world, why bother adding to yourself. Silently reciting a scripture and dyeing a piece of sandalwood. Then he fell asleep peacefully, and how he met in his dreams, there was no longer a shadow of that person.

The wind moves the flowers and falls, and the leaves fall back to the roots. In October of that year, she never saw Lin Yifan again. The fallen leaves on the stone steps drift safely and in the wind. Then he flew to the sky, and Qi Su stroked the sweat on his forehead. Quietly listening to the empty mountain birds, my heart is so lonely.

So the story about Qi Su and Lin Yifan has come to an end. It's just that their story has a perfect beginning, but it ends in a sigh. Is it creation that makes people, or is it fate? It will only become a topic of conversation after dinner.

Passers-by, when passing by the Golden Light Temple, will always see a little nun. With a broom in his hand, he swept the floor hard. Where Lin Yifan went, no one knows. Some said that they listened to the host's words and left silently. Some say that they have been secretly protecting the ruler.

After a month of continuous autumn rain, Ken finally stopped. The damp smell of the past few days has filled the entire sky. Those flowers and plants were stained with a layer of dewdrops. And the transparent sunlight exudes a fresh smell. It's just that the Zhengyang Hall at this time is a haze.

When Chu Junhao easily settled the people of Kyoto and built the road. Unexpectedly, Chen Guo cut off the back road and refused to help the people in Donglu. Now the rainy season has passed, and there is only a little food. It is only enough for the expenses of the palace and some people.

There are also victims from Shouyang, who have been living on the streets. Their original home had been destroyed by the floods, so they had to walk to Kyoto to make a living. Stand at the head of the city and look at the scrawny victims. Wanning's heart was also uncomfortable, she didn't understand why Chen Guoguo repented.

At the beginning, it was said that as long as Jiaocheng was ceded, Chen Guo would continue to provide relief. Last time, Jun Hao had already taken the map and asked the envoy to bring it back to Chen Guo. How to suddenly cross the river and tear down the bridge is unpredictable. Wan Ning was about to step forward to ask what was going on, but was stopped by Wang Lianying.

He pointed to Jun Hao, who was frowning, and whispered to Wan Ning: "You still don't know the emperor's temper? It's better not to go past it...... Jiaocheng is still the territory of the eastern foothills, and it has not been ceded at all...... "It turns out that there are no handover procedures between the two countries.

Jiaocheng has always been the east gate of the eastern foothills, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Chen Guo has always wanted this city, although it was only later that Jun Haopo agreed to it under pressure from the restoration of the country. As a result, he was reluctant to hand over the city defense token. Naturally, Chen Guojun refused to give food relief.

I thought that I could rely on time to delay to continue to deal with Chen Guo. But is Chen Guo easy to mess with? Even though it is a small country with few people, it is a strong bow and a hard arrow. Every Chen Guoren is a bloody man, how can he be played by Donglu? In a fit of rage, he sealed the granary.

Hearing this, Wan Ning understood. In fact, in the final analysis, all of this is Jun Hao's fault. When you promised someone, you have to fulfill your promise. But Wang Lianying shook her head: "State diplomacy, how can it be so simple? ”

When she was in the palace before, Wan Ning had heard this sentence. I didn't understand it at the time, but now I deeply understand the reason. In today's world, Donglu is the largest country. It is very likely that it will dominate the world, and other small countries will not be in trouble.

The only opponent is Chen Guo in the east, if Chen Guo is taken. Then Donglu will drive straight into the sea and directly take the three kingdoms of Shandong, Wei and Hua, which are close to the sea. At that time, the east can sit back and relax, and you can rest assured that you can deal with the Shu Kingdom in the southwest.

"How's the marriage?" Wan Ning remembered that during the period of Emperor Gaozu in Donglu. He once married a woman from Shu Kingdom. The two countries were at peace for fifty years. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and the country is prosperous. If they marry Chen, the two countries will naturally not care about ceding the city.

That is, if the children are in-laws, then they naturally have to help each other. A small granary is nothing, and Jiaocheng can also become a witness to the friendly marriage between the two countries. Why not do such a beautiful thing? Wang Lianying's eyes lit up after hearing this, how could she not think of this idea.

But then, Wang Lianying lowered her voice: "Now is an eventful autumn, how can the emperor still have the mind to marry a harem?" "Saving the people is like fighting a fire," Wan Ning was very anxious, "the victims of the disaster flocked to it, but the granary was empty. What do you say? ”

After weighing the two, Wang Lianying nodded in agreement. This instructed Wan Ning a few more words, telling her to speak more carefully. After all, marriage is a major event between the two countries, and it should not be hasty. Otherwise, it will inevitably affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries, and it will add fuel to the fire, and good things will become bad things.

The lights dimmed, shaking the melancholy of the night. A small bowl of rice wine warms the whole autumn night. The autumn wind blows, and the leaves outside the window rattle. At this time, Wanning stood aside and quietly watched Jun Hao read. Everything seems to go back to a year ago.

But at that time, I served carefully, and I only knew how to use my heart. Now that she has a gentleman's heart, she suddenly put forward the word "marriage", which made Wanning a little speechless. She even thought about it and waited until it was done. He went out of the palace to find Xiao Yihan and wandered the world.

Thinking about this matter in the afternoon, I didn't feel a little regretful. I regret that I had such an idea at the time, probably because my brain was broken. will come up with such an idea, left and right when thinking about it. She still opened her mouth to make this suggestion, asking Jun Hao to think about it.

"That's a good idea," Jun Hao slowly put down the book and looked up at Wan Ning instead. Her eyes were bright, in the dim candlelight. It looks clear and has an expectation, and it's really embarrassing to be tactful, and the marriage can be thought of.

"It's just that there is no suitable woman to marry by my side," Jun Hao knocked on the table and thought carefully. Turning to look at Wan Ning, he asked slowly, "In your opinion, who is the right person to send?" His gaze burned red.

What does this mean, is it possible that you want to marry yourself? How could it be, that Chen Guojun could be her grandfather! She doesn't want it! She would rather be in the palace for the rest of her life and be a maid in front of the palace. It's just that what she's worried about is not that.

It is known that Chen Guojun has a princess, who is twenty-eight years old. The appearance of life is as beautiful as a flower, and it is quite rhythmic. What's even better is that it smells faintly scented. Many princes and nobles came to propose marriage, but they were rejected by Shengsheng. Marriage, marriage, marriage......

What are she thinking, she can't let down Xiao Yihan who is waiting for her. He said that he would come back to marry him, how could he still worry about this marriage. Even if that princess marries, it's none of her business!

In this way, this worry is unfounded. It's just that somehow, she suddenly felt a little unsettled. Jun Hao on the side looked at Wanning's thoughtful appearance, and unconsciously called softly: "What is Ning'er thinking?" Could it be, jealous, right? ”

Wanning came back to her senses and heard the word "jealous". Unconsciously his face was like a red glow, and he pretended to be angry: "What did the emperor say? Slave, slave and maid, slave and maid, ......"Ordinary words are eloquent and graceful, but at this time they are stumbling. But it made Jun Hao very happy.

For a long time, the time spent with Wanning. will let Jun Hao remember them one by one, he knows that his time is short. I've always thought about it, and I got Wanning's favor. He tried his best to send Xiao Yihan out to fight. That is, to always have grace.

It's just that no one has the ability to predict the future, and no one will think about it. What will happen later, when Wan Ning reads the holy decree of "giving death to Xiao Yihan". was full of hatred for Jun Hao, so much so that when Jun Hao was seriously ill, he never said a word of intimacy.

But watching Jun Hao leave with regret, Wanning's tears fell down like beads with broken threads. It turned out that in her heart, she had always been thinking about Jun Hao. In the years since Jun Hao and Xiao Yihan left, Wanning's eyes became more and more blurred because of frequent tears.

Who exactly is the person she cares about for all these years? Is it Xiao Yihan who is waiting for her, or Chu Junhao who occupies his heart? Or maybe, both? A debt, a regret. All of them melted away with the weather, and looked up at the gardenia outside the window, which was extraordinarily gorgeous.