The carriage walked out along the long alley.

The wind blew open the curtain, she looked at the red walls on both sides, and always remembered that when she entered the palace at the beginning of that year, Zhan Yue handed her over to Yongle, and she took her in from this Yongxiang.

At that time, Yongle had no right to enter the palace by carriage, so he got off the carriage in front of the palace gate and walked in with her all the way.

There was also a small soft red sedan chair, on which the man looked at her with his eyebrows down, and his plain white clothes hung down from the sedan chair, and the wind blew the hem of his clothes, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

It wasn't the first time she had seen Dry Guhuan, but it was that time, and she felt that he was so close to her.

All in this palace, carefully existing.

The carriage walked for nearly two hours to arrive at the Temple of Mercy, the Temple of Compassion is a century-old temple hidden in the depths of Fuling Mountain.

It's just that I haven't been here for the past two years.

The little monk who was sweeping the snow in front of the temple saw her carriage coming, and recognized that the person who was driving the carriage was the person next to her, so he ran back and invited the host out, and as soon as she got off the carriage, the host was already waiting at the door.

The old host, who had snow-white hair, stood in the wind and snow with a cane and waited for her, and when he saw her come down, he wanted to salute, but he was supported by Qiu Yinong's gesture to Yaoxi.

"With such a big snowstorm, the host doesn't have to come out." She walked over and bent down to salute him.

The host was flattered, and hurriedly folded his hands and saluted: "Ani Buddha, the princess is a person who is related to the Buddha, how can the poor monk not come out to greet him?" ”

It is said that Qiu Yinong has grace to this Temple of Mercy, when she was still the eleventh princess Zhao Zi, there was a year when Jian'an City got a plague, and the people of the Temple of Mercy were unfortunately infected, and no one in the temple was spared, thanks to Zhao Zi, who came to worship the Buddha, he begged his father and sent a doctor.

It saved more than 100 lives in the monastery.

Later, everyone in the entire temple regarded Zhao Zishi as a life-saving benefactor.

Even if she became Qiu Yinong, her identity was later known to the world, it turned out to be Zhao Zishi who came back, and after the shock, it was a sigh, she came back, it seems that it should be, just ask such a blood feud, can you die blindly?

Two years ago, Qiu Yinong returned to Jian'an City, and came to the temple to worship the Buddha, and presided over the treatment of her as before, more respectful than before.

"Thank you for the host's love." She bent down and saluted, and the etiquette was thorough.

The host returned the salute and took her inside, saying as she walked: "The princess has not been here for two years, the poor monk did not dare to slack off for a moment in the things you entrusted to the poor monk before, everything is as arranged by the princess, he has traveled thousands of miles and endured all the sufferings of all beings." ”

Qiu Yi nodded with a smile and did not speak.

The host took the initiative to report: "At the beginning of this year, in order to make a good difference to a bandit, she was cut off an arm, and she never got angry, and successfully reformed the bandits, so it seems that the princess has done another good deed." ”

"Every man has his own creation, and what can I do?" She walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, took the incense handed over by the host, lit the incense, and knelt in front of the Buddha for a long time, not knowing what to ask for!!

By the time she got up, it was already evening.

After kneeling for a long time, her feet were numb when she stood up, and Yaoxi hurriedly helped her to prevent her from falling.