Buddha Yin walked on the road, reminiscing about the luxurious life of the palace Huangliang dream finally becoming a reality and the beauty and true feelings of Concubine Wen, and suddenly felt that both sides of the road were immediately full of splendid flowers, and lasted for a long time, "This is the heavenly palace, how does it seem to be in the world?" Buddha Yin blurted out.

"Master, as long as there is love, heaven and earth are the same." Yunxiang suddenly remembered that "love is heavy in the world", and continued the conversation with relentlessness.

Every night in the dead of night, Buddha Yin will never sleep next to the pillow as before, he wants to continue this beauty, only to live up to this adventure, spent five nights of painstaking efforts, for this fusion of family friendship and love fate to create five love poems.

"I want to lean on the green window to accompany Qingqing, and I regret that I made a mistake in this life (pronounced the same as 'Heng'). has the heart to go to the jungle with a bowl, and bears the love of Concubine Wen. ”

"As soon as Hou Men entered the deep sea, he wanted to ask Qingqing about the ghosts and gods. This feeling passed away like a dream, and the mirror was not true. ”

"The cave room was lit with flowers and candles overnight, and Qingqing married another woman. Lovesick like madness and ashes, who do you complain to for being haggard? ”

"Worrying quietly and sickly, tossing and turning sleepless nights. Inch by inch lovesickness has turned into ashes, and there is always no chance to kiss Fangze. ”

Let's go. Each time, after sighing deeply, the Buddha Yin recited: "Tie all the hearts and minds to make the fate, although this life is short-lived." On the day of the reincarnation of Qing, Yushu is a young man in the wind. ”

Every morning and dusk, the lingering worries of the Buddha are difficult to dispel, and they are gloomy and indescribable. Although, during the day, it always shows a cheerful and pleasant side, at night, the endless thoughts of the concubine of the Hui quality orchid heart interpret the poem "Long Silk Lotus Laughing Lang" of Dongpo, the meditation is thick and warm and the intention is exciting, and he sings five love poems created by himself alone, just like chanting the Buddha and chanting "Silk Lotus Laughing Monk Silk Lotus Laughing Monk Silk Lotus Laughing Monk ......" fell asleep.

Concubine Wen sent someone to carefully frame these ink treasures and decorate them in the imperial study.

After the lunch break, Concubine Wen took Emperor Xu to the imperial study, admiring the chic and beautiful fonts, reciting timeless and exquisite Buddhist poems and Zen words, Emperor Xu felt that every word came from the fiery heartbeat of the monks, which can be described as a treasure and masterpiece in the depths of the soul.

"A monk, a poetic monk, but I don't know if it's a love monk, a national treasure of the Great Song Dynasty, not only is he quick-witted, but he also has a good dish, and there is a fragrance of flower chicken between my lips and teeth." Emperor Xu suppressed the incomparable vinegar sea and praised sincerely.

"If I have the opportunity, I will also taste Su Aiqing's special meat and fish."

"In a few days, our sisters will go and learn how to cook in person, okay?" Concubine Wen asked with interest.

Emperor Xu pondered for a moment.

"Quasi-play!"

"Whether you love a monk or not, how can Sister Qing know?" Concubine Wen prevaricated in a complicated mood.

Concubine Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her mind was already running endlessly: Fortunately, Banzai did not easily attack jealousy, a disease that is familiar to both the government and the public. How many Buddhas can this dragon son of heaven be worth, let alone a high monk? The spirit of the dragon, the bearing of the dragon, what is the character of the dragon? Calling for wind and rain is only one of the basic skills of the dragon, and his casual exhalation of vinegar will definitely blow the mother and daughter to the far edge of the sky.

In the next few days, Concubine Wen adapted to the days of leaving the monks, often picked up Bai Juyi's poetry books, and worked hard to enter his spiritual world.

"The grass firefly is not fire, and although the lotus dew is a pearl." Why do you want to investigate the deep meaning of this poem, the literal picture conquers the palace and is considered a good poem.

"If you don't believe in chess, you must wait for the end of the game to win or lose." But this palace only looks at the process, and everything only looks at the end or the beginning, isn't it extremely boring, such as life and death, isn't the beginning the same as the end? How each person spends this life is absolutely different! However, Bengong really admires the perseverance of the white poet in the face of any hardship, so that he can write such a shocking classic sentence.

"Taishan, don't bully, Yan Zi has no intention of envying Lao Peng. Note: The legendary Peng Zu is said to have lived to be 800 years old. The pine tree will eventually decay for a thousand years, and the hibiscus flower will be proud of itself for a day. Why do you have to love the world and die often, and don't be tired of life. Life and death are all illusions, what is the sadness and happiness of illusions? "In the eyes of this palace, whether it is a pine tree or a hibiscus flower, as long as you work hard to grow, what difference does it make if you are a day, a hundred years and a thousand years, let it be.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog...... will Prajna become my "flower" and "fog" in the future? Will it become a warm home next to flowers in the fog? Concubine Wen suddenly fell into the whirlpool of deep longing for her senior brother......

"When you share peonies, you buy flowers with you. Burning a hundred red, the sound of the same as "Jian", five bundles of prime. Note, "Burning a hundred red flowers, five bundles of vegetarians", that is, a red peony with a hundred flowers is worth 25 horses, how expensive it is! Oh my God, the Tang people love beauty to such an extent, then, what about the people of my Great Song Dynasty? Concubine Wen pondered hard in her heart.

It's spring, you should hurry up to learn like Bai Juyi, so I threw down the book and asked my friends to buy flowers.

Concubine Wen made an appointment with the sixth sister Ling'er, Xia Hua Qiuye and Labor Happy to go to the street.

Come to one of the largest flower markets with a sign that reads "Flowers and trees are waiting for you"

"What a long name! Sister Concubine Wen, can you change it? Said happily.

"Sister, why don't you come and experience the experience of selling literature on the way again, so that the six masters can see it." Ling'er spoke happily.

"It's incredible, it's definitely a good idea." Concubine Wen smiled happily.

"Boss, come here."

When everyone saw it, they were dumbfounded, the boss was actually the fifth day he had saved.

"Meet Concubine Wen!" On the fifth day, when I saw so many people in the palace, and there was also my unforgettable sister Concubine Wen, I was overjoyed and came down from the sky.

"On the fifth day, seeing that you have made a fortune by planting flowers and trees, this palace is very happy, and I think you have to change the name of your shop."

"I want to hear about it." The fifth day was very happy, where did you dare to say half a word?

Admiring these flowery plants, the sixth sister's eyes overflowed with indescribable brilliance, Concubine Wen grabbed her and said to the fifth day, "Let's discuss it first." ”

The gentleman has the beauty of an adult, and Concubine Wen asked the sixth sister to teach the "Naming Sutra" on the fifth day.

"On the fifth day, boss, we agreed that it can be adjusted according to the season, in spring, it can be named 'spring is as deep as the sea', in summer, it can be called 'summer flowers', in autumn, it can be called 'dark fragrance and shadow' or 'autumn color is pleasant', and in winter, it can be renamed again 'red and green' or 'winter color is sultry'."

"Boss, pay the honorarium, listen stupid!"

"How much?" On the fifth day, I was also confused.

"Listen to the fate of the sixth sister." Concubine Wen said with a smile.

"Fa Zheng likes flowers and trees, and I like everything related to them."

"So, including their owners?"

"This, this, it's hard to say." The flower was deep and the mother blushed suddenly.

"I think that anyone and everything you meet is fate, and on the fifth day of the interesting meeting, it can be said that the sixth sister is fortunate to have three lives, so pay thirty taels of silver."

On the fifth day, I readily agreed.