At the turn of spring and summer, the riverside breeze is gentle, gentle and pleasant, and everywhere you can see, there is a lot of greenery.

Although this is still the front line of the Mingshun confrontation, from time to time you can see merchant ships shuttling back and forth in the middle of the river, and nearby fishermen rocking boats and shouting trumpets that Zhu Yan didn't understand, with a happy feeling on their faces.

Looking up along the river beach, Qianmo is vertical and horizontal, the rice is fragrant, groups of people are busy in the fields, a load of grass ash mixed with dry animal manure is thrown into the paddy field, raising bursts of dust, making them all over the body, although so, they are very busy, there is a harvest in the field, and the life can go on, which has to be entrusted to the prime minister to implement the blessing of the new policy.

Since Daqingshan was exterminated by the official army, the original bandit nest was also stationed by a team of officers and soldiers, condescending, used to monitor the movements of the Shun army on the other side of the river, although the Shun army did not have a decent sailor, but that could not be careless, not to mention that the Qing army's sailor in Dongting Lake could not say when it would enter the Yangtze River.

As Huang Degong's troops retreated to the south of the Yangtze River, all the 50,000 Ming troops under the command of Huang General Soldiers withdrew to the Taiping Mansion to garrison, and forts and lookout posts were built along the river.

Dressed in the costume of an ordinary folk woman, a weather-beaten face was deliberately decorated by her to find a trace of pretty, months of displacement, she was physically and mentally exhausted, revisiting the old place, everything has long been a matter of people, the former Daqingshan tribe that the huge scene is not there, replaced by a harmonious atmosphere among the peasants, and the riverside patrol of the Ming army that passes by her from time to time.

Zhu Yan, who pretended to be a peasant woman, stood on the bank of the river, her messy hair moving with the wind, and she didn't know where she was going. Maybe she didn't even know where she came from, everything was like a dream. It was as if she was just living in a nightmare that she would never wake up from, and she was struggling. is shouting, where to go.

No one can understand what kind of feeling it is for a princess whose country is ruined, although her maid Ruxue is like a sister to her, but how does she know Zhu Yan's thoughts, for Ruxue, she has never received the supreme glory, and she will never be able to understand what the sense of loss is like when all this is suddenly lost.

Zhu Yan heard that Ruxue found a good home because of misfortune and became the wife of the Marquis of Zhongyi in the Hongguang Dynasty of the Ming Court. The little maid in the past soared into the sky, maybe this is a great gift that fell from the sky for Ruxue, but if such a thing falls on Zhu Yan's head, Zhu Yan will not be moved, what she wants is not to become the most respected woman in the world, but to reappear in the Ming Dynasty, not to survive in the south of the Yangtze River, the capital of the Ming Dynasty is in Beijing, in Beijing. In Beijing.

This belief is deeply ingrained in Zhu Yan's mind, and with such an idea, she can endure all the pain that ordinary people can't bear, a princess from the deep palace. When Daqingshan fell, she could hide alone in a cave where she couldn't see her fingers, and stay for five days. She can rush back to Beijing from Jiangnan alone and trek through mountains and rivers. Just because the sixth day of the second month (in fact, according to the traditional year, it is December 24th, February 6th of the Gregorian calendar. Here for the convenience of the plot) is her father's birthday, and she has to go back to worship.

After Zhu Yan returned to Beijing after a lot of hardships, everything changed, the Daming Gate became the Daqing Gate, and the ruins of the Forbidden City, which had been burned down by Li Zicheng, were busy, and new palaces were being built rapidly, but things were not people, and this was already the Forbidden City of the Qing Dynasty.

The former Ming courtiers turned into Qing court officials, still living in eight seats, sitting in a soft sedan chair on the street, Zhu Yan, the princess of the Ming Dynasty, stood in front of the Forbidden City, she was just a passerby.

Walking on the streets of Beijing, Zhu Yan had nowhere to go, and secretly inquired about several royal relatives of the former Ming Dynasty, but as a result, she fled by death, or she shaved her hair and took refuge in the Qing court.

Zhu Yan couldn't bear to see the scene of such a broken country still there, so she bought some incense, candles, and paper money, and went to Jinping Mountain outside Beijing, where her father and mother were buried after their martyrdom.

The Ming Emperor's Mausoleum is located in the Tianshou Mountain in the west of Beijing, far away, there is a heartbreaking solemnity between the lush greenery, thirteen imperial tombs are scattered, and only one place is inconspicuous, that is the tomb of Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Chongzhen Emperor's concubine Tian, and it is also the place of the Ming Yizong for a hundred years.

You can't see the grandeur and majesty of other Ming Emperor's mausoleums here, you can't see the soldiers guarding, originally this is a concubine's tomb, there are eight pine trees planted on the left side in front of the mausoleum, seven trees on the right, the bottom of the palace between the mausoleums is low and compact, the top of the hall of the three halls is not even glazed tiles, just the black clay tile roof in general with ordinary people, it looks so shabby.

Zhu Yan didn't dare to get too close to the mausoleum area, found a sheltered mountain recess, faced Siling and worshiped piously and respectfully, looking back on the past, vividly, Zhu Yan saw things and thought about people, it was difficult to hide the sadness in her heart, and she cried bitterly.

I think that my father and emperor have worked hard to make a career, do not favor concubines, do not watch songs and dances, and be diligent and simple, but the country is so corrupt, my father is unable to return to the sky, and finally failed to hold the country, after his death, the body was carried to the Donghua Gate by Li Zicheng with a door panel, and it was more than ten days, during which no minister dared to say a word for their emperor.

The father should be in the soil for peace, or thanks to the people, donated some money, and did not find a suitable cemetery, the father was busy with government affairs during his lifetime, extremely thrifty, and did not repair the mausoleum, in the end, the people can only dig up the tomb of Tian Guifei, who died in the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, so that the emperor and the second queen can simply rest here.

Hongguang Dynasty gave his father the nickname 'Yizong' in Nanjing, and the Qing court also gave him a nickname in order to win people's hearts, which was for 'Sizong', and the coffin was conclusive, Zhu Yan felt that if these two nicknames could be combined, wouldn't it be a true portrayal of his father's tragic life.

The pines and cypresses are miserable, the green mountains are speechless, the ministers are shameless, and the people are in trouble.

For these, Zhu Yan's heart ached, she watched the country collapse and the family collapsed, and saw through the warmth and coldness of the world, no courtier of the Ming Dynasty in this world can be relied on, and it is not as good as those people whose lives are like ants, no wonder the father and emperor will leave 'all the ministers should be killed...... Let the thief divide his body, and do not hurt any of the people'.

The green smoke is curling, and it is sinking in the west. Zhu Yan turned back step by step, she really didn't want to leave here. Except for here, she has no place she wants to go, and Daqingshan can't go back. How can she reverse the Qing Dynasty and restore her sight, this is not something she can do as a weak woman, she wants to learn from her disabled sister Princess Changping who left home, but she is unwilling, this world is the world of the Zhu family, whether it is the Forbidden City in Beijing or Nanjing, it is the palace of the Zhu family.

The goal is so big that Zhu Yan is struggling, and even if she has never taken a step forward, she is still the same as when she just escaped from the palace. No, it's better that at that time, she still had maids like snow, and now there are only mountains full of pines and cypresses and her father, queen and queen who sleep underground.

Leaving Tianshou Mountain, Zhu Yan did not return to Beijing City, there were too many things she could not look back on, and danger was always accompanied, she didn't think about where to go, just wandered aimlessly. She has only one relative in this world, that is, Ruxue, who has become the wife of the Marquis of Zhongyi, do you want to go to her?

The Qing soldiers came out every once in a while to search for righteous people who opposed the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty, and Zhu Yan could not stay in Beijing for a long time.

Zhu Yan, who was lost and depressed, tossed and turned. Dressed unkempt, he is really called a flower, and he has unconsciously entered the boundary of Shandong. But it still did not go out of the sphere of influence of the Qing Dynasty, except for place names. There is no trace of what she was once familiar with, so let's go back to Jiangnan. At least it's still Ming there.

In this way, Zhu Yan returned to Daqingshan again, and went back to her hometown, and she had another taste in her heart, but this taste was too bitter and difficult to look back.

The river breeze blew, Zhu Yan did not have a trace of smile on her face smearing the dirt, she reached out and pulled the hair that was blown away by the wind behind her ears, turned around and glanced at the top of Daqing Mountain floating with the Daming Dragon Flag, sighed, walked on the field path, and disappeared between the green mountains and green waters.

Three days later, the lonely Zhu Yan dragged her tired body to the outside of Nanjing, which was April 25.

Nanjing City is still prosperous and rich, pawn and peddlers are talking about the new policy of today's prime minister, Zhu Yan doesn't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, take the land of the world and return it to the imperial court, and then distribute it to every person as needed, this is what all the reigning emperors want to do but can't do at all, but all this has appeared around Nanjing City, Zhu Yan has been walking all the way, and you can see the ploughmen working in the fields with laughter everywhere, and some small towns are also prosperous, and the caravans passing by the official road are endless, Even the border of the Yangtze River is full of merchant ships, is all this really done by such an ambitious Wang Zhuangyuan?

Zhu Yan did not enter the city, but only came to the Dabao'en Temple outside the Jubao Gate in the East City of Nanjing.

The temple is elegant and quiet, the Sanskrit sound is endless, there are not many pilgrims in and out, here is a royal temple, there are usually no pilgrims to come, between the green mountains and green waters, listen to the old monks reciting scriptures, listen to the bells Sanskrit singing, Zhu Yan's mood is also as quiet as the quiet in this temple, yes, it should be put down, it is not possible to get and, it is always to let go.

Entered the temple, put on incense, begged the gods to bless the Ming, may the father and the queen mother be able to rest in peace, may the people of the world have the Ming in their hearts, all the well-being, may the snow husband and wife be harmonious, spend their lives in peace, and may ......

Zhu Yan folded her hands and knelt on the futon reverently, she asked the gods and Buddhas for all the people and things she could think of in front of the Buddha, but she didn't know what she really wanted to ask for.

Turn around the Da Bao'en Temple, follow the long mountain path, go up Jubao Mountain, behind the mountain is a nunnery, called Ganlu Nunnery, Zhu Yan doesn't know why she turned here, a rootless person, like duckweed, floating to where it counts.

Ganlu Nunnery is not big, in and out but three into the courtyard, simple and elegant, exquisitely beautiful, there is no grand palace, some are close to ordinary dwellings, no wonder the incense here is not prosperous.

Walking into the nunnery, there is nothing to talk about inside, the main hall **** the gods and Buddhas and the bodhisattvas of all parties, except for the 'rustling' sound of a few bhikshunis kneeling on the floor to wipe the floor, everything is so quiet.

The devastated Zhu Yan has a rare momentary spiritual cleansing, and everything here and outside reminds her that things in the world have no roots and no fate, they come and go without cause, life and death are just a cycle of heaven, and fame and fortune are just a floating cloud.

At the donation office, Zhu Yan donated the only property on her body, which was actually worthless, just a few wild fruits picked from the mountain, which was originally her food tonight, and even the clothes on her body didn't know that they were pulled from behind a dead man, where did she have any money, in the past few months, except for begging, she has tried almost everything to keep herself alive.

The nun who managed the charity office saw that she was also a hard-working person, so it was not difficult for her.

With a few wild fruits, Zhu Yan exchanged for some paper money and incense candles, there is a big copper tripod in the middle of the nunnery, which is full of paper candles that have not been burned, Zhu Yan walked over, on the candle flame on the side, threw the burning paper money into the incense burner, and then sincerely knelt down towards the north, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds.

Today is April 25th, a year ago today, the city of Beijing was broken, the father and the queen mother both returned to heaven, today is their memorial day.

Zhu Yan had no tears in her eyes, knelt quietly, looked at the sky above her head, and said silently in her heart: Father, mother, you have a spirit in the sky, please tell your son, is it time for your daughter to let go, her daughter is really tired.

A bareheaded nun dressed in a blue-gray monk's robe walked from the main hall to Zhu Yan.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor, life is not satisfactory, often because of too persistence and mediocrity disturbs, the Buddha said, a thought to let go, everything is at ease"

The nun seems to be able to see through Nuyan's mind at a glance, of course, most of the words of the Buddhists are unified and general, as if they are a panacea, and they can be explained anywhere.

Zhu Yan hurriedly looked for a voice, stood up, folded her hands, bent over, and whispered, "Master, are you talking to me?" ”

The female nun was expressionless, as if nothing could affect her mood, and said lightly, "The poor nun is talking to someone who is destined."

Zhu Yan usually does not have the habit of visiting the Buddha, and she came to the temple today just because of the sacrifice day of her father and mother, what relationship can she have with the Buddha.

This is a quiet place for the Buddhist family, naturally it can't be too dirty, Zhu Yan reached out and wiped the dirt on her face, "Shitai is talking about my relationship with the Buddhist family?" ”

The nun shook her head, "No, you just have a relationship with a poor nun, the female benefactor, seeing that you are dusty, tired, and dark, so there is this speculation."

Zhu Yan lowered her head, yes, she had been so depressed for a long time, and she had almost forgotten what her smile was.

The nun walked to a water tank in the courtyard, and beckoned Zhu Yan to walk over, the tank was full of water, the nun's fingers were dipped in water, wiping Zhu Yan's face, as her fingers slid over, a clear girl's beauty was gradually revealed.

The nun said, "The donor is naturally beautiful, and his gestures are extraordinary, why is he dressed up like this?" (To be continued.) )