Back in Zheng's Caiwu courtyard, Nangong Shu once again threw herself into her mother's arms and cried. Zheng hugged his daughter, feeling distressed like a knife.

Okay, Shu'er, tell your mother what grievances you have suffered, and your mother will definitely be angry for you!

Nangong Shu waved her hand, wiped her tears and said: What's the use of telling you? Mother, can you compare to the crown princess or can you beat Nangong Mo's slut?! In the past, Nangong Shu always felt that her mother was very powerful, which family in Jinling City did not have three wives and four concubines, but only her mother could suppress those concubines in her father's backyard like invisible people. Even in addition to the two sons and one daughter left by the original Mrs. Meng, there is only one daughter in the entire Chu State Mansion. But since Nangong Mo came back, she gradually realized that no matter how powerful her mother was, it was still not enough to look at Nangong Mo, the rightful eldest daughter. Even Nangong Mo doesn't have to say anything, they don't have to do anything, as long as they move out of their identities, they will lose a lot. And now, even his father, who has always loved him, is on Nangong Mo's side.

Zheng gently patted her vest and comforted her, and told her mother, what grievances did you suffer in the Yuejun Palace?

Nangong Shu's eyes were red, and she was a little shy about talking about the things in the Yuejun Palace. The life of being a concubine was not easy, but fortunately, she finally pulled Xiao Lang's heart back with some effort. In any case, Xiao Lang is always good to her. This made Nangong Shu both painful and sweet. But for the princess of Yuejun, Nangong Shu has endless resentment. No matter how much she is favored, no matter how much she keeps Xiao Qianye from letting him go to Yuan's yard, she can't change the fact that she has to say hello to Yuan's every day, serve tea and water.

Zheng was also very distressed when he heard this, so he had to comfort softly: This is also a matter of no way, if you can have the prince's heir earlier...... Nangong Shu gritted her teeth and said: What can you do if you have an heir? My current status simply can't raise children on my own. Now Nangong Shu doesn't want to have children, although it is said that having a child can consolidate her status, but after the same pregnancy, she can no longer be favored. And the Zhu family just sent by the Zhu family should not be underestimated. In addition, even if she has children, both men and women can't raise them by themselves, and she has no interest in having children for others.

Silly girl. Zheng reluctantly patted his daughter's forehead and said: We are not those small families who can't get on the stage, as long as you have a child, there will always be a way to raise it by your side. If Yuan's birth is a daughter, it's fine, but if you give birth to a boy, you can't help but hurry. Originally, the position did not have the upper hand, and if the age difference was too big, it would not be good for the children in the future.

Nangong Shu was slightly stunned, and quickly understood what the Zheng family meant. nodded a little reluctantly and said: My daughter knows.

Zheng stroked his daughter's hair and said: The girl's family is married, and having a good son is more important than having a good husband, do you understand? The mother has no son, otherwise... Where is the current predicament? She doesn't have a son, so she can only be careful about Nangong Xu and Nangong Hui. Even if he knew that Nangong Hui had already separated from her now, and knew that Nangong Xu's mind was not simple, he had to maintain a minimum of apparent peace. Otherwise, once she sees through her face with Nangong Xu, or something happens to Nangong Xu and Nangong Hui, she won't be able to deal with herself in the future. This is the restriction of women in this world, no matter how unwilling she is, she can only rely on men.

Nangong Shu nodded and said, "Mother, my daughter understands." But... Nangong Mo treated me like this, did she let her be so free? Thinking of Nangong Mo slapping herself in front of so many people in the Imperial Garden, Nangong Shu hated it so much. Zheng raised his eyebrows and sneered: Naturally not, now that you have entered the Yuejun Palace, you don't need her to marry instead. How can I let her marry into the Jingjiang County Mansion as a princess so easily?

Hearing the three words of the princess, a trace of jealousy flashed in Nangong Shu's eyes. That Wei Junmo, if he didn't have such an unbearable background, I was afraid that everyone in the entire Jinling City would be crazy about him. Noble identity, handsome appearance, graceful and cold temperament, and the appreciation of His Majesty. Even Nangong Shu had to admit in her selfish heart that Xiao Qianye was actually inferior to Wei Junmo in all aspects. But... Xiao Qianye is a little stronger than Wei Junmo, he is the eldest son of the crown prince, and this alone is enough for most people to ignore all his shortcomings.

What is my mother going to do? Nangong Shu asked curiously, her eyes flashing with a gloating light.

Zheng smiled: You don't care about this, my mother will naturally arrange it. Nangong Mo thinks that she can make waves with some ability? Don't forget, this Chu State Mansion is still up to Mrs. Ben.

Nangong Shu had to press her curiosity, and leaned on Zheng's coquettish voice and said: Shu'er knows that my mother loves me the most.

Zheng gently caressed his daughter's delicate face and said: This is natural, if your mother doesn't hurt your daughter, who else can you hurt?

Early in the morning, the news that His Majesty ordered the emperor's eldest grandson to enter the palace to accompany him spread throughout Jinling City. While sighing at the emperor's eldest grandson, the saint is thick, people look at the gloomy faces of the other sons of the crown prince who have just been crowned county kings. Now... The crown prince has not yet ascended to the throne of God, but the secret struggle between the emperors and grandchildren has already begun. If the crown prince ascended the throne and immediately divided several county kings, it would be good to say, if not, he was afraid that as soon as the prince ascended the throne, the battle for the heir would begin. Of course, these are still just conjectures now, after all, the prince is still just a prince. After his majesty ascended the throne today, he immediately and decisively set up the crown prince and divided all the adult sons, and the princes after him also married as soon as they became adults. It can be said that... Although there was some discord between the princes of the Hongguang Dynasty, it was basically peaceful. After all, they are thousands of miles away, and they don't participate in the government, and they can't fight if they want to intrigue.

In King Yan's mansion, Wei Junmo and King Yan sat opposite each other, and half of the chess game was played on the chessboard in front of them. King Yan waved away the attendants who came to the door to pay their respects, and asked lightly: You say, what does the father and emperor mean by this? Wei Junmo held a chess piece, thought for a moment and said lightly: What else can it mean? His Majesty naturally wanted to cultivate the emperor's eldest grandson.

King Yan sighed and said: Qianye's temperament... It's not that this king is talking about him, saying that Jin Yu is a bit of a big deal, but his temperament wants to suppress those people in the court... I'm afraid that there will still be grinding.

Uncle Prince... Wei Junmo frowned.

Yan Wang Dao: The prince is different from Qianye. Although the prince looked elegant, he was also a person who came out of the battlefield at the beginning. What's more, those of us who are brothers also have to give the prince some face. It's a pity... The prince is not in good health. The prince's health is really not good, even if the prince's body is not outstanding among the princes since he was a child, he has a great deficit in terms of intemperance with women after middle age. Who will live long, the crown prince or the emperor, I'm afraid it's hard to say.

Wei Junmo left a son, and said with some hesitation: Grandfather... Don't you worry about the vassal king?

King Yan said with a smile: Now that the vassal kings in various places are powerful, no one can rest assured if they are replaced. But... In the end, the vassal kings everywhere are the princes of the dynasty, and no one will want to memorize the infamy of forgetting their ancestors. The father is even more worried that he is still in the court, you see, in the past few years, the father has killed people more than in the early years.

Wei Junmo was silent, and his majesty was even more suspicious as he got older. In the early years, there were only a few military generals who followed His Majesty to fight the world, and now there are only a few such as the Duke of Chu and the Duke of E. The year before last, His Majesty even beheaded Qin Yue, the Duke of Liang Guo, who was known as a double wall with Nangong Huai, and the involvement of Qin Yu's case was sensational. The first duke, the thirteenth marquis, and the second uncle were implicated in the killing of more than 15,000 people, and in the case of Guo Heng, the head of the household department in the two years before this, the number of people implicated in the beheading was as much as 30,000 or 40,000. Of course, there are some inconsistencies between Qin Yu and Guo Heng, but a clear-eyed person can also see a little bit of the emperor's thoughts. Therefore, in the past two years, whether it is Nangong Huai or the first spring of the Hubei Kingdom and the founding heroes, most of them have been carrying their tails and not daring to cause trouble in the court at all.

Liang Guogong is arrogant by nature and thinks very highly of himself. But if he is said to be rebellious, the king does not believe it. King Yan said lightly, not only does this king not believe it, but I am afraid that most of the vassal kings do not believe it. But have you ever seen someone write a book to intercede on his behalf?

Wei Jun Mo said: His Majesty is paving the way for the prince and Xiao Qianye.

King Yan glanced at his nephew appreciatively and said, "Yes, if there was a vassal king who interceded for Liang Guogong at that time... I'm afraid that at least it will be a prisoner. No one wants to try whether the father will kill his son. Wei Junmo glanced at the chessboard in front of him and said lightly: These things have little to do with me.

King Yan nodded and said, "Just see it clearly." It's his business that the father wants to pave the way for the crown prince and Qianye, and my uncle doesn't want you to be a stepping stone for Qianye to step on the throne. If you can interfere less in the affairs of the court, it is best to let go of these and go to Youzhou with your uncle.

Wei Junmo frowned and said: Although it has nothing to do with me, but with your uncles... His Majesty is powerful and can intimidate the vassal kings and ministers of the court, once the crown prince's uncle or Xiao Qianye ascends the throne......

After being silent for a long time, Fang smiled helplessly: If this is the case, we can only see it later.

That's what my uncle said.

Seeing that the wedding date was approaching, the Duke of Chu began to be lively. Three days before the wedding, Nangong Mo left the Duke of Chu and went to the Great Guangming Temple to fast and pray for blessings. This is a popular custom in Jinling in recent years, the world has been decided, and people who originally only sought stability have begun to have more spiritual pursuits. Buddhism began to prevail again, and most of the magnates in Jinling City came out of the bloody storm, but now there are many people who believe in Buddhism, so fasting and praying for blessings have become a trend. Although Nangong Mo didn't believe in this, it seemed to have become an unwritten rule, so he had to sit three days before the wedding, pack up and live in the wing room specially prepared for pilgrims at the back of the Great Bright Temple.

Entering the temple is for fasting and praying, so naturally you can't bring a group of servants with you. Nangong Mo only brought the four big girls of Zhishu Mingqin Hui Xuefeng Lotus, and was led into the wing room by the Zhike monk in the Great Guangming Temple. The monk respectfully bowed to everyone and then retired, looking at the somewhat shabby room Mingqin had a headache first, Miss, this room is too simple. How do you live with Miss?

Zhishu covered his lips and smiled: You are content, what other good place can there be in the temple? Daguang Temple is also one of the two famous temples in Jinling, and it is not just anyone who can live in. I heard that last year, before the young lady passed the door, it was thirty miles outside the city, and there was really nothing but a bed, and even the water had to be carried by herself.

Nangong Mo waved his hand and smiled: It's nothing, look at it, you can clean it up and watch it.

Yes, miss. The four girls said in unison, in fact, they were just complaining casually. Although the wing room of this Great Guangming Temple is simple, at least there is no shortage of beds, tables and chairs. They also brought a lot of things with them, and it was not in the way to barely stay for a few days after a little care. A few girls glanced at each other, rolled up their sleeves, and tidied up the room with great interest. Nangong Mo saw that there was nothing to do, so he turned around and went out to take a walk in the temple.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the Duke Mansion of Chu these days, this Great Guangming Temple is indeed quiet and quiet. Although there is a considerable distance from the main hall, a faint smell of Buddha incense can be faintly smelled in the courtyard. Nangong Mo looked up at the bright sky and couldn't help but smile. Originally, I still complained about these inexplicable exquisiteness, but now I feel that instead of staying in the Chu State Mansion and watching those people who come and go with different thoughts, it is better to live here quietly for a few days.

I'm going to get married. Leaning against the pillar, Nangong Mo said secretly in his heart.

It's a little strange to say, obviously when she first heard about the marriage, she made up her mind that she would never agree to such a marriage. When did it become like this? It seems that it is natural to accept this marriage, is it possible... Are you really fascinated by hue?

Sighing a little funny, Nangong Mo suddenly felt a little lonely. I'm suddenly getting married, and I always feel like I have a lot to say to people, but... The people who could listen to her were gone. Big brother and little sister... That was a lifetime ago. Brother... I can't imagine what it's like to talk to him. Uncle Shi doesn't know where he is wandering, as for the master... She doubted that he could understand what she was saying.

Now this feeling... Probably just apprehension, right?

Miss Nangong. A light voice came, and Nangong Mo turned around to see a white-clothed monk sitting in the bamboo forest not far away, looking at her. It turned out that she had unconsciously walked into the bamboo forest on the mountain behind the guest house, perhaps the atmosphere of the Great Light Temple was too quiet and peaceful, and she thought that she was acting without noticing that there was a person sitting not far away. I couldn't help but be shocked, looked at each other and said with a smile: It turned out to be Master Nianyuan, why are you here?

Nian Yuan glanced at her a little strangely and said: The little monk lives here. Raising his finger, there were two simple bamboo huts in the col not far ahead, which must be Nianyuan's residence.

Nangong Mo said apologetically: I'm sorry, I was distracted and broke into the master's residence. As he spoke, he turned around and left, and Nian Yuan said with a smile: Miss Nangong is polite, everyone is destined to come. Since Miss Nangong is here, why don't you come over for a cup of tea? Nangong Mo hesitated, but nodded and said: In this way, I will disturb the master.

Nian Yuan is a strange monk, he has felt so since he first met Nangong Mo.

As the uncle who presided over the Great Light Temple, Nian Yuan did not live in the monk's room in the temple, but in two simple bamboo houses in the temple far away from the hustle and bustle of the back mountain. The piano played by this monk can stir people's hearts, see that the face of the Spring Palace does not change, he is proficient in the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is also at his fingertips on the art of war and political affairs. If he wasn't dressed in monk's clothes, I'm afraid he would be more like a beautiful boy than the string song boy.

There is a stone table outside the bamboo house, and Nian Yuan hangs the piano on the wall to get the mountain spring water to make tea. Nangong Mo sat on the side and calmly watched him leisurely brewing tea, and his every move was beyond the ordinary free and elegant. A curling hookah rose between the two, and Nangong Mo looked curiously at his half-drooping eyes, calm and calm face.

Miss Nangong please. Nian Yuan poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Nangong Mo. Nangong Mo nodded with a faint smile and said, "Thank you, master."

The two sat opposite each other and drank tea, and said from afar: I saw that Miss Nangong was a little uncertain, so I stopped Miss. Miss Nangong, what's the trouble?

Nangong Mo said with a smile: Can the master be a master outside the world, can he also be a mortal?

Nian Yuan said with a smile: No one in the world can get rid of a person, and all beings in the world are in trouble. What's more, Nian Yuan is no more than a monk, and he is not a master.

Nangong Mo said curiously: Buddhism says that people have eight sufferings, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment, unwantedness, and five yin blazing. The master has peace and suffering? Nian Yuan raised his eyes to look at her and said with a smile: The little monk will have all eight hardships. Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: Buddhism is high, how can it be so?

If we can't comprehend the suffering of sentient beings, how can we understand the true meaning of Buddhism?

Flawless admiration. Nangong Mo felt that he had nothing to say about this monk. Nian Yuandao: Miss Nangong is worried about marriage?

Nangong Mo shook his head and said: It's not a worry, but some... I'm not used to it.

Nian Yuan said with a smile: The little monk and Wei Shizi have also intersected for several years, and the genius of Shizi Tianzong is definitely not a thing in the pool, and Miss Nangong can be regarded as a perfect match, a good couple.

The master also looks at fortune telling? Nangong Modao.

Nian Yuan didn't care either, and said with a smile: Occasionally you can calculate it.

Accurately?

It depends on what the donor thinks.

Nangong Mo looked at Nian Yuan carefully, and sighed: The master really doesn't look like a monk.

Oh? Nian Yuan is puzzled, how to be a monk?

Nangong Mo pointed to the Daguang Temple in front of the mountain, and the bell of the evening class came from the temple, probably... Recite the scriptures and worship the Buddha. Anyway, she didn't see Nianyuan, reciting scriptures and worshipping Buddha. Of course, this is also related to the fact that they only have two sides, but there is not even a Buddha statue in a place like Nianyuan, and people who meet are either playing the qin or making tea, and chatting with others will always make people forget that he is a monk.

Nian Yuan held the teacup in his hand and said with a smile: Nian Yuan was born in this Great Light Temple, whether he worships the Buddha or not, and whether he recites the scriptures or not, he has already done it as he likes. If you have to chant in front of the Buddha every day, knocking on the wooden fish will be a picture. Nangong Mo smiled faintly, she didn't have any research on Buddhist scriptures, and naturally she didn't plan to talk about Buddhism with Nianyuan. I just think this monk is very interesting, the master is bent on seeking Buddha, but it is a loss for many people.

Nian Yuan but smiled silently.

Nianyuan is a very suitable person for chatting, because he can answer whatever you say, and will have his own unique opinions. Although Nangong Mo always felt that these opinions were not what a monk should have, and Nianyuan didn't seem to have any plans to hide it. Chatting, Nangong Mo looked at the calm and elegant white-clothed monk and the simple but quiet bamboo house in front of him, and there was only a vague feeling in his heart: Nianyuan would not stay here for a long time. A mere Daguang Temple, the future generation of monks is by no means the pursuit of this strange monk.

When he said goodbye to Nianyuan and returned to the guest house, it was already dark, and Zhishu had cleaned up the room early and was waiting for Nangong Mo. Seeing her come back, they all breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly surrounded her, Miss, you are back. Nangong Mo said a little strangely: I went out for a walk, did something happen?

The four of them hurriedly shook their heads, although this Great Light Temple is not a royal temple, it is almost the same, what can happen here?

No, it's just that Miss hasn't come back, and we're just going to find Miss.

Nangong Mo smiled: It's nothing, I sat in the bamboo forest in the back mountain for a while.

Zhishu said with a smile: The meal is ready, Miss should rest early after dinner. Early tomorrow morning, Miss will go to listen to the lectures of the great monks in the temple, and she will copy the scriptures. Hearing this, Nangong Mo couldn't help frowning, it's okay to copy the book, but it's really a hard thing to ask her to sit and listen to the monk's lectures. I just hope that the master doesn't talk too boring and lets her doze off.

Waving his hand, Nangong Mo smiled and said: I know, you have worked hard today, so let's rest early after dinner.

Zhishu nodded and said: Yes, Miss, the slave maid and Hui Xue slept outside at night, and Miss did not have anything to order. Tomorrow night by the harp and the wind to take care of the night. Nangong Mo wanted to say no, but thinking about the sudden change of environment, I was afraid that these girls were not at ease. If they don't let them sleep outside, they're just afraid that they will lose sleep. At home, Nangong Mo never wanted anyone to keep vigil outside, but now that she is out of the house, a few girls refuse to let Miss Ren go. After pondering for a moment, Nangong Mo nodded and agreed: "That's it, you can discuss it yourself."

Early the next morning, the sky was slightly cool, and Nangong Mo got up under the service of several girls. The monks in the temple have to get up early to do morning classes, and Nangong Mo actually came to fast and pray for blessings, so naturally he also has to do morning classes. The monk's morning class is chanting, and Nangong Mo's morning class is copying scriptures. During these three days, she had to copy a portion of the sutras, which were either sent to her in-laws' house as a dowry or enshrined in the temple to pray for her deceased mother. The more people here copy, the more sincere they become. Nangong Mo doesn't have to compare with others, but it can't be too ugly.

After copying the scriptures for an hour, it was time for breakfast. Naturally, there is only vegetarian food in the temple, Nangong Mo is not a picky eater, after eating breakfast and resting for a while, he went to the temple in front of him to chant incense and chant sutras, and then listened to the great monks in the temple preach.

After Nangong Mo put a stick of incense in front of the various Bodhisattva Buddha statues in the temple, it was almost noon at the end of the hour, and it was the time for the monks in the temple to preach.

There are many high-ranking monks in the Great Light Temple, and the daily lectures are not only listened to by the disciples in the temple, but also by many pilgrims who have come to listen to them. When Nangong Mo entered through the side door, the main hall had already begun to preach. Monks and lay people sat on the futon in the hall, listening intently to the lectures of the senior monks in front of them.

Nangong Mo only felt that the other party's voice was exceptionally clear and pleasant. Looking around, I saw that the person sitting at the front was not an ordinary monk's apricot yellow monk's robe, nor a high monk wearing a robe, but wearing a white monk's robe, smiling and talking, which made Nangong Mo suddenly think of a word - Buddha flowers. It's just that I don't know if the listeners below can have a smiling Kasya.

Nangong Mo quietly walked to an inconspicuous position at the back and sat down, she really didn't understand the Buddhist scriptures at all. Naturally, he didn't have any hope for the lectures, at most he only tasted two sentences - Master Nianyuan's appearance was really the pinnacle of a monk. Even if you don't listen to the lecture, it's pleasing to the eye.

A smiling gaze fell lightly on Nangong Mo, and when Nangong Mo came back to his senses, he saw Nian Yuan looking at him with a smile. I couldn't help but bow my head in shame, this feeling... It's definitely more embarrassing than being caught reading a villain book by the teacher in class when she was a child, and she actually stared at the teacher's face in a daze...

Looking at the appearance of the girl below lowering her head and hiding behind the person in front of her, Nian Yuan smiled faintly and looked away from her eyes and continued to look at the unfinished Buddhist scriptures.