The red character was originally eye-catching, but the color was no longer bright after the years, but Yin Suwen couldn't wait to put that word deep into his heart.

Everything was as she expected, her mother was poor and did not receive any care after her death, not even a name, and the culprit of all this was really the queen mother of the dynasty. The words "Huangfu's" and "poisonous wine" flashed in front of Yin Suwen's eyes at once, and each time they hit the most vulnerable point in her brain.

On the incense case, everyone who has been close to the royal family since the three dynasties has a nameplate, but there is not a single star related to Tong Geli-linglan. How ironic, this real case file full of blood and tears is hidden in front of these seemingly wise royal ancestors, and his own avengers who are outcast can only come to meet him as a filial son and grandson.

The pain is unspeakable, the hate is unspeakable, and Yin Suwen, who is trembling all over his body, has almost exhausted all his strength to suppress the hatred in his heart. "Be calm and calm, and never mess with yourself", Yin Suwen, who was talking to himself, kept giving himself hints and encouragement, and the movements in his hands did not stop, just thinking about hurrying up to check all the old histories of the years before and after that time. However, the next moment she was even more shocked.

A thick volume of vicissitudes of the old history records the most real style and past of the three dynasties that left the country, naturally including many secrets and scandals that cannot be told to outsiders, Yin Suwen only focused on the chronicles related to the concubine, and was originally unintentional about the others but was still unexpectedly attracted by one of the characters.

Princess Changqing of the previous dynasty was one of the few people who had a good personal relationship with Concubine Tong in the records. Junxiu is intelligent, lively and beautiful, and is loved by the Holy Ancestor Emperor, but in fact he is not born by the Holy Ancestor but fostered for outsiders.

Regarding the name of Princess Changqing, Yin Suwen has also seen and heard a little in the official history classics. That person should be regarded as the most favored prince except for the crown prince before the two dynasties, and he sealed the mansion assets at a young age, and the Holy Ancestor Emperor took good care of him. In terms of her unbeatable grace back then, it was a bit surprising to see that she was not born of royal blood at this time, but it was not enough to make Yin Su stunned, what really shocked her was the truth about the fate of the princess in the second half of her life.

The princess of Changqing on the bright face should have been a royal jewel with a thin face and jealousy of talents, but she died of a violent illness overnight in the best years of the twenty-eighth year. Leave a wisp of fragrant soul and a little relic for future generations to look up to. In fact, the truth that is uncovered is often the most unbearable. The real cause of Princess Changqing's death was not illness, but only her audacious relationship.

The princess is majestic and has the mercy of the saints, and there is nothing in the world that she cannot hope for, but the world is unpredictable. Originally, she should have had a decent relationship, a husband who was the right person. A carefree life. But it was all ruined after she recklessly fell in love with a monk, and it came to an abrupt end.

That's right. When the word "mortal monk" came into view, Yin Suwen's whole person was frozen in one place and couldn't move. The monk must have been excellent, otherwise a wise and gentle princess would not have been willing to abandon everything. After giving birth in the heavy snow, he committed suicide and finally sacrificed his body and soul.

The monk is from Yunju Temple, the law name is "Shen Xin", there is no other record in the book, only understated with a sentence "like the sun and the moon, annex one place", Yin Suwen's tears fell.

At the end of the story, the historian did not comment on half a word, only wrote an original sentence from the remains of Princess Changqing's blood book - "How fortunate he is, he still has no regrets."

Is it empathy, sympathy or compassion? Yin Suwen didn't know and didn't dare to think about it, but he only knew that when the heart of a baby appeared in the ice and snow in Yunju Temple, it happened to be the day when the princess gave birth as mentioned in the book, and he had a master he had never seen before, the law name is unknown, and his uncle was the holy monk Shen Guang in the past.

Yin Suwen's whole body was cold and stiff, and her tears were like springs gushing out, and when they dripped out, they were amazingly hot, and she was restrained from tears when she saw the ruins of her biological mother, but at this time, she couldn't stop saying anything. There were too many emotions stirring in one place, all filling her heart, lungs and throat, making her feel that her current self was like a sky lantern that could burst at any moment.

Her poor mother, her poor brother, the two people she loves the most in this world have a little unattainable connection in this empty ancestral hall. "Everyone in the world is bitter", she still remembers what Xinche said back then, she didn't care about it at the time, and only then did she realize that every word was fine.

Just a few paragraphs of uneven ink, she finally understood why there was a move to destroy the Buddha that lasted for decades in the previous dynasty, understood the inseparable relationship between Xinche and Yunju Temple, and understood why some people were born lonely.

In the next moment, Yin Suwen didn't hesitate at all, so he walked all the way towards the White Pagoda Buddha Hall, not caring about whitewashing the peace, and he didn't even have time to wipe away the tears on his face first.

The first snow gradually faded, and it was the coldest time, her cloak had long been forgotten, and her thin clothes were only tightly wrapped in the cold wind that was running bent on running. She was so eager to meet her brother Xinche, not to tell him the mystery of his background, nor to add a little motivation to her path of revenge, but simply to give him a big hug, for no reason, regardless of the consequences.

The white pagoda stands tall, the Buddhist hall is clean and peaceful, and everything is as old as no one disturbs. Xin Che held a broom to clear the snow under the tower, waving his arms vigorously, with the same posture and the same strength, and soon swept a round arc circle around the base of the tower.

His clothes have not changed, there is no graceful and thick coat, the tip of his nose is a little red, the white breath exhaled is quickly hidden in the wind, and the cradacnic rosary on his neck is followed by a few swaying, reflecting the sunlight and falling on the white snow, which is very beautiful.

Yin Suwen didn't care about it and plunged into Xinche's arms when it happened to be noon, and there was a dull humming sound of golden bells in the Buddhist hall, and then there was the murmuring of the sound of the Buddhist wooden fish, mixed in a wave like a circle of waves slapped Yin Suwen into Xinche's arms, caught off guard.

"Brother Xinche, let me be willful this time."

She still had a little crying and a nasal voice, stubbornly leaning in Xinche's arms, her chin slamming into his shoulder socket when her arm was strained, trying to bind the two together as much as possible.

She has only been willful twice, the first time is when parting, in the mountain temple at night on Donghuang Mountain, she willfully insisted on touching her fingertips, thinking that then they would never forget each other; The second time was at the reunion, under the white tower of the deep palace at this moment, she couldn't help insisting on giving Xinche a hug. Tightly hugging the other party's tight waist and broad back, he pressed his face to his warm chest as if he was close to the whole world. (To be continued.) )