The three "mothers" pressed down Fan Jiang's prepared words heavily, and they had no power to fight back.

Yuan Lingjun saw through her. Fan Jiang stood firm in Baling, relying on the cruel means that the six relatives did not recognize, Lin'an is different from Baling, not only relying on means, but also relying on a strong family to back, because of her natural weakness, she must think about the Fan family in everything.

From the age of eight to fifteen, Fan Jiang controlled her for seven years, and she endured it, and she was not afraid to spend another seven years with her.

To deal with Fan Jiang, who is deep in the city, you can't be impatient, and you can't fight an unprepared war. That's why she didn't take advantage of Fan Jiang's illness to recapture Minxing.

Fan Jiang didn't collapse so easily.

Yuan Lingjun stood in front of the palace of Fan Guifei for a while, thinking about this matter.

In a trance, I heard the sound of a child giggling, and when I looked sideways, a young man in Xuanyi came from the threshold of the court in the lush flowers, holding a little doll in brocade clothes in his arms, with a small mustache on the top of the doll's head, a white face, round arms, and a cute and beautiful tight.

After Fan Jiang fell ill, he took care of himself and sent him to Fan Mansion to live temporarily, and he only returned to the palace in the past few days. I didn't expect him to be so big.

Fan Xin suddenly stopped, his expression was slightly cramped, he thought about it, put down the doll that was lying on his shoulder and grabbed his hair to play, and touched his little face, "Prince, I went to see your mother." ”

When the doll saw a very strange person, she didn't have a trace of fear, and looked up at Yuan Lingjun with round eyes, "Big Mother...... Big Mother. He is more than a year old, he has learned to walk, and he can call people clearly, but it is the first time he has come into contact with the title "Mother".

"Prince, it's my mother." Fan Xin squatted behind him to teach him, and lowered his head in fear at the gaze cast by Shangyuan Lingjun.

He shook his little head and reflexively threw himself on Fan Xin's shoulder, "Xin, Xin......"

Yuan Lingjun had already seen this scene, and when Min Xing learned to walk, he would cry loudly as long as she hugged him, and he rejected her contact to the extreme. This child was born backwards, and really became a rebel son who did not recognize his mother.

As for the eldest mother in his mouth, it is Fan Jiang, presumably these are all made by Fan Jiang at the behest of the palace people. Yuan Lingjun felt bitter and painful in his heart, and felt a little tired. She and Qu Yi failed to have children, but their only son was estranged from her. The anger in her heart was already swelling dramatically, and she was really afraid that she would take all her anger out on this unknown son. So she walked away quickly.

Seeing her walking towards the corridor next to her, Fan Xin, who was holding Minxing, was at a loss, he stroked the back of the doll, and suddenly heard Yuan Lingjun yelling at him angrily: "Fan Xin, don't spoil him too much, you are his biological father, not his slave." ”

The more she thought about it when she returned to the Changji Palace, the more angry she became, and kicked a few cases fiercely, and several crystal lotus discs fell to the ground and smashed, and melons and fruits jumped out of the distance.

The palace maid knelt on the ground neatly, silent, and had long been accustomed to the emperor's moodiness.

Fu Lingding happened to come in and picked up a yellow orange rolling at his feet. Yuan Lingjun was still angry, and when she calmed down her anger, he also finished peeling the orange peel, "Your Majesty, can you bring Lingding to the Big Buddha Temple?" ”

Yes, she's going to the Big Buddha Temple. didn't really pray for Fan Jiang, she just went to meditate and let the dogs of Zhao and Fan's factions in the court bark and bite as much as they wanted. So she is looking forward to this trip.

Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sun shines on the high forest. Since ancient times, most temples were built on the mountain, and the Big Buddha Temple was also on the mountainside, so she ordered the car to stop at the foot of the mountain, and only took a few ministers up the mountain.

Birdsong Mountain is more secluded, along the way hundreds of birds cry softly, ethereal and pleasant, occasionally accompanied by one or two woodcutter singing.

"In addition to Yaoguang Temple, which is the Big Buddha Temple, most of the concubines of the first emperors spent the rest of their lives here." The old prime minister Lin Zhen said. He was old, and the emperor specially allowed him to take the car, but he resigned with "Your Majesty is still walking, how dare the old minister take the car".

Speaking of Yaoguang Temple, she thought of the ill-fated Jiudi, I don't know how she was in the imperial mausoleum?

"Yaoguang Temple is a temple built by the royal family of the previous dynasty, the history is longer than the Great Buddha Temple, but the reputation is not good, it was a quiet place for Buddhism, but it has become a place for men and women to trade." Lu Yaoxue sneered, "Yaoguang Temple nuns are sons-in-law." There is no good-looking man in a hundred miles. ”

Yuan Lingjun panted and looked back behind him. Fu Lingding is refreshed, walking on the mountain road as if walking on flat ground, not like a handless servant.

She tapped the wooden staff, plucked the leaves covering her head and held them in the palm of her hand, "In my opinion, I will send all the concubines who are placed there, and allow them to return to their hometowns and marry freely, and I will not interfere." ”

"Your Majesty." Several ministers responded.

When she arrived at the Big Buddha Temple, the abbot respectfully welcomed her into the Buddha Hall. She knelt down in front of the Buddha, took the agarwood from a bhikshuni, closed her eyes and prayed, and then bowed.

After fasting, the bhikshuni led her to a clean room, where a bathtub was placed in the center of the room, along with some wiping cloths. It was very hot, and she was already soaked with her clothes when she came up the mountain, and she was very tired, and she had just soaked in the tub and fell asleep.

Kunjiao came over and reminded, "Your Majesty, the abbot has arrived." ”

She woke up, hurriedly wiped the water on her body, changed into the prepared clothes, and said to the people outside: "Mrs. Shi, please come in." ”

The abbot bowed in a chaste, and the two sat down facing each other, with a small coffee table in the middle, and the bhikshunis served tea.

The abbot smiled, "I heard that His Majesty was going to return to the palace people in the temple, and the poor nuns thanked His Majesty for them." If you are not a Buddha, it is useless to twist it, it is better to send it back to your hometown, and you have also achieved a good deed. ”

Yuan Lingjun lowered his eyelashes, "The emperor also has this intention, but something has happened in recent years, and he has not been able to take care of it, which has caused trouble for the master." ”

She bowed her sleeves to express her gratitude, and the abbot returned the salute with his palms together. The two talked for a while in the quiet meditation room, and finally Yuan Lingjun asked her some questions, and the abbot answered them one by one.

After the abbot said goodbye, she picked up a ceramic cup and tasted the tea carefully, the soup was smooth and thick, with the fragrance of leaves, it was a rare good tea. Sitting in front of the open window, facing the tall ancient pine trees in the courtyard, the pine clouds swayed, and a well under the tree, a bhikshuni pulled on the bucket rope and lifted a bucket of water.

It's not as hot as it was at the beginning, it's still cool, probably because it's calm. She closed her eyes, discarded distractions, and began to sit cross-legged. At dusk, the residual heat of the temple had already dissipated, she came out of the clean room, stood in the courtyard with her arms crossed, looked up at the large canopy dyed with red glow, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl a little.

She did what she said, and the next morning, the minister of Lin'an sent the list of palace people of the Buddhist temple, she looked at it, and the specific matters were handed over to Lin Xiang and others to discuss and deal with.

While several ministers were sorting out the list, she went out of the clean room alone.

At the end of the morning service, the nuns clean the monastery and carry all the fallen leaves under the roots of the trees and bury them with earth, probably as an act of liberation. (To be continued.) )