Although the emperor is not worried about King Jian, he is afraid that he is good at military power, and he is afraid that the people in the north only know King Jian and do not know him as the emperor, but now that the south is not peaceful, and the north is attacked again, in this situation of being attacked by the enemy on the back of the abdomen, I am afraid that only King Jian can resolve the crisis in the north in the entire court.

It's just that King Jian has been away from the north for more than three years, and over the years, the emperor has changed all the generals in the north in order to divide King Jian's military power.

The most feared thing on the battlefield is internal division, and the upper and lower levels are not united, especially when the war is urgent, which changes rapidly, and if the commander-in-chief's orders cannot be effective, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Duanmu Fei could think of this, and of course Princess Jian and Jun Lingxi, who were born in Jiangmen, also knew it, so the mother and daughter were very worried after hearing the military report.

Jun Lingxi bit his lower lip, "As my father, if I really go to the north this time, this battle can only be won, not defeated." ”

The cold wind in the courtyard became more violent, and pieces of red petals flew up with the wind, flying wantonly, and one of the petals flew into the window fluttering, and landed on the square table by the window.

The bright red petals were like fire and blood.

Duanmu Fei shook Jun Lingxi's small hand, trying to give her strength, and her big dark eyes were as calm as a pool.

Duanmu's scarlet heart is like a mirror: The emperor is suspicious of King Jian, and he is afraid that he will refuse to completely delegate power, and even if King Jian returns to the north, he will be restrained everywhere.

But in the eyes of the emperor, since he let King Jian return to the north, then King Jian must win;

If he loses, it will be equivalent to King Jian slapping the emperor in the face, that is, King Jian is dissatisfied with the emperor.

Han Xing is kept in the palace, and he doesn't know anything about the court, so he naturally doesn't know anything about the current situation of the northern army, but he also knows that no war is sure to win.

She looked at Duanmufei and then at Jun Lingxi, wanting to comfort Jun Lingxi, but she felt that everything was empty.

Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers.

The three girls present understood this.

The room was silent, and the howling of the cold wind outside the window became louder, as if a hungry beast was roaring and roaring......

On this day, Duanmu Fei and Hanxing stayed in Huanbixuan until dusk before leaving, and King Jian still didn't come back, all night, Hanhui Hall was brightly lit, and no one came out of it.

Until noon the next day, Duanmufei went to Huanbixuan again, and learned from Jun Lingxi that King Jian was ordered to return to the north to fight the enemy, and set off early in the morning.

"Scarlet, you can accompany me to the temple to worship." Jun Lingxi took Duanmufei's hand and said worriedly, "As soon as my father left today, the bracelet I was wearing was suddenly broken......

The bright red agate beads rolled to the ground, and looking back on it, Jun Lingxi still felt a little apprehensive.

"Scarlet, I'm a little uneasy, I always feel that something very bad will happen." Jun Lingxi's face turned slightly pale, holding Duanmufei's small hand, "Obviously, my father was also on the battlefield all year round, but I have never been so panicked." ”

She didn't dare to say these words to her mother, for fear that her mother would also worry about her.

"Maybe it's because the prince hasn't been on the battlefield for a few years." Duanmu Fei held Jun Lingxi and comforted, "Xiaoxi, let's go to the Baiyun Temple in the city to worship together." ”

In the past two days, there has been no news from Feng Yan's side, and Duanmu Fei has always been a little upset in his heart, and he also wants to go to the temple to worship.

The two immediately decided to go to Baiyun Temple together tomorrow morning to offer incense, and in the afternoon, Han Xing came back from Duanmu Guifei and joined them:

"The mother concubine had a nightmare last night, thinking that she hadn't received a letter from the eldest brother for a long time, and she was always restless...... Xiaoxi, cousin Scarlet, tomorrow the palace will also go to the Baiyun Temple with you, the palace wants to pray for the eldest brother. ”

So, the team of the two became three, and the three girls got up very early, and came to the gate of Canghailin before the hour.

At this time, the sky was not yet fully bright, the sky was gray, and the eastern sky was faintly revealing the white of the fish's belly.

Duanmu Fei rarely gets up so early, rubbing his eyes lazily, looking sleepy-eyed, like a lazy little milk cat.

A few chamberlains waited in the courtyard behind the gate, ready for carriages and horses.

Duanmu covered her mouth and yawned, and when she saw the blue-robed young man standing next to several chamberlains, she froze.

Her sleepy bug ran away at once, blinking stupidly.

Cousin You, why are you here?

Duanmu Fei looked at Li Tingyou outside the door with a very subtle look.

Before Li Tingyou could speak, Han Xing had already raised his hand and waved at him, beckoning, "Cousin You." ”

Li Tingyou sighed silently in his heart, every time he heard these two girls call him cousin, he felt that his cousin was really bad.

Han Xing happily turned his head to Duanmu Fei and said, "Cousin Yu went to Baiyun Temple with his father once, and I will let him be our guide later." ”

"......" Duanmu came to his senses, it turned out that Hanxing called Li Tingyou. She thought to herself, in fact, the little novice of Baiyun Temple can also be a guide.

"Ahem." At this time, a gray-haired old eunuch on the side cleared his throat and said diligently, "Your Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, the Fourth Girl, according to our family, it is better to let people seal the Baiyun Temple, lest this short-eyed person collide with a few people." The old eunuch smiled flatteringly at Duanmu.

Duanmu Fei, Han Xing, and Jun Lingxi glanced at each other and shook their heads, "It's not good, we're here to pray for blessings, be sincere." The Buddha said that all beings are equal. ”

Congzhen, who was following behind Han Xing, stared at the old eunuch with a complicated expression. Isn't this the palm print eunuch Peng Renzheng of the capital governor?! They just went to the temple to offer incense, why did the eunuch personally prepare horses and carriages for them?!

From Jane silently looked away.

"It's still the fourth girl who thinks thoughtfully, and her heart is sincere." Peng Renzheng smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits, and he nodded again and again, "The fourth girl really wants what the people think......

"Scarlet cousin, Konishi, let's go quickly." Han Xing impatiently interrupted Peng Renzheng's chatter, "Baiyun Temple is full of incense, and if you go late, there will be a lot of people." ”

Peng Renzheng was afraid of delaying Duanmufei, so he thoughtfully invited the three girls to get into the carriage, and watched the carriage drive along the wide and smooth street towards the south of the city.

The carriage was moving away, and Peng Ren was standing motionless, his eyes slightly condensed.

A young waiter in Tsing Yi with clear eyebrows came to Peng Renzheng's side and said cautiously: "Father-in-law Peng, don't we really have to follow?" ”

Peng Renzheng retracted his gaze and glanced at the little waiter lightly, feeling that this kid was really honest and not clever at all.

No matter how prosperous this Jiangnan is, it can't be compared with the capital, think about it, it's only been a few days since the saint arrived, and there was a shipwreck in the painting boat, and there were bandits, and the ghost knows if there was still a rebel from the Bailan Army lurking in the city.

If those chaotic parties collide with the four girls of Duanmu, how will they explain to Lord Cen after they return to Beijing!

The more Peng Renzheng thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and while stroking his sleeves, he instructed: "Since the fourth girl won't let us follow, then follow quietly, quietly arrange everything, and make sure the fourth girl is comfortable." ”

The little chamberlain responded again and again, and said flatteringly: "It's still Gonggong Peng, you are thoughtful." The small ones are going to arrange the staff. ”

"Be careful with us."

After Peng Renzheng dropped this sentence, he entered the gate and walked towards the southwest corner of Canghai Forest with familiarity.

Compared with the palace, this sea forest is naturally not big, but it extends in all directions, the whole garden turns nine turns and eighteen times, with hundreds of large and small doors and verandahs, walkways are connected together, both communicate with each other, and complex and exquisite, walking in the garden, a little careless, you will lose the path.

The governor is hidden in the Yayi Garden in the southwest corner of the garden, which can be described as quiet and elegant, quiet and fragrant.

The closer you get to Yayi Garden, the fewer people around, and when you get to the gate of Yayi Garden, there are basically only scattered servants around.

Peng Renzheng saw Wen Yongju walking towards this side from a verandah at the other end at a glance, glanced in the direction of Hanhui Hall with a smile, and then said in a weird manner: "Hey, isn't this Gonggong Wen?" Gonggong Wen didn't serve in front of the emperor today. ”

Peng Renzheng's shrill voice revealed a touch of disdain.

Wen Yongju also saw Peng Renzheng, his face sank, and Peng Renzheng's words hit the nail on the head.

The emperor has been in a very bad mood these days because of the attack of Beiyan, and he has been uncertain, Wen Yongju has been angry with the emperor several times, just now he didn't know what he said wrongly, and he was suddenly driven away by the emperor impatiently.

Not only Peng Renzheng, but the other attendants around him also looked at Wen Yongju with a strange look, some of which were contemptuous and some of them were ridiculed.

They all know that the duty of the eunuch is to take charge of the movement of the palace supervisors, to know and investigate, to guide the police and guide the road with the Son of Heaven, but it does not include serving in front of the Son of Heaven.

It was Peng Renzheng who still had a trace of jealousy of Wen Yongju in his heart before, and it disappeared at this moment.

Wen Yongju has been completely abolished.

"Hey," Peng Renzheng pretended to sigh, "Father-in-law Wen, our family knows that the temple can't accommodate your big Buddha, Father-in-law Wen, you are really condescending here." ”

Wen Yongju chuckled in his heart, and had a vague premonition.

Sure enough—

"Our family will write a letter later, asking the overseer to change places for Gonggong Wen. Let's think about it, this Divine Palace Supervisor is not bad. Peng Renzheng said with a smile.

Wen Yongju's face instantly turned pale, and he and Peng Renzheng looked at each other, and their eyes collided fiercely in midair.

Don't you dare?!

These two words almost blurted out of Wen Yongju's mouth, but he still pressed them back.

Among the twelve prisons in the inner court, the divine palace supervisor is in charge of the Taimiao sprinkling, incense lamps and other things, Peng Renzheng, the villain, actually wants to transfer himself to the Taimiao to guard the emperor's mausoleum!

What else can the future of the emperor's mausoleum, the emperor goes to the temple two or three times a year to worship the heavens and the earth and the ancestors, which is a pension for the elderly.

Once he is transferred to guard the emperor's mausoleum, he will never be able to turn over!

Peng Renzheng didn't dare alone, but as long as he had Cen Yin's support, he would!

Wen Yongju's heart plummeted, and he only felt that the cold wind around him seemed to pass through the hole in his heart, like falling into an ice cellar.

Wen Yongju clenched his fists tightly, unable to stay any longer. He pretended to be calm and didn't have a hard time with Peng Renzheng, but said stiffly: "Father-in-law Peng, the emperor still has something to tell our family, and our family will go first." ”

Wen Yongju brushed his sleeves away, and the moment his eyes turned around, he was like a owl.

He knew that this southern tour was his chance, the only chance!

Peng Renzheng didn't bother to look at Wen Yongju, snorted coldly disdainfully, and was about to continue walking towards Yayi Garden, when the little waiter in Tsing Yi hurriedly chased after him from behind, and said to Peng Renzheng: "Father-in-law Peng, the manpower of Weifu to go to Baiyun Temple has been arranged......"

The corners of Peng Renzheng's mouth twitched, and he said angrily: "Then don't hurry up and 'do something'!" "It's such a trivial matter, and if you want him to push it, this stupid guy will know how to move.

Peng Renzheng looked up at the sky, the sky was getting brighter and brighter, the white of the fish belly in the eastern sky had turned into a touch of golden red, and the rising sun bloomed with a thousand rays of light, dyeing the white clouds in the sky with a layer of golden halo, colorful.

It's dawn, and I don't know if I'll be able to catch up......

The little chamberlain responded again and again, and ran away in a puff of smoke.

Baiyun Temple is not far from Canghai Forest, it is only four or five streets away, originally Duanmufei chose Baiyun Temple is also based on the principle of proximity.

Without a stick of incense, the carriages and horses of Duanmu Fei and Hanxing arrived at the gate of Baiyun Temple, and the sky was completely bright.

Today, the three girls came out to offer incense and pray for blessings, and the three girls were all dressed very ordinary, with small skirts and embroidered shoes, a thick cloak around the outside to block the wind, and a thin veil on their faces, covering most of their faces, at first glance, they were similar to other pilgrims outside the temple.

As soon as the girls got out of the carriage, a little novice with a round face greeted them with a smile, made a Buddhist salute, and beckoned the four of them into the temple.

There is an endless stream of pilgrims coming in and out of the surroundings, although it is not yet the hour, but the Baiyun Temple is already at the peak of incense.

Han Xing looked around curiously as he walked forward, and saw that most of the women and girls around him were wearing veils or hats, which felt a little fresh.

I have heard that the folk customs in Jiangnan are far more restrained than those in the capital, and judging from what she has seen and heard in these days, it is indeed the case.

A pair of veiled mother and daughter walked out of the gate of the temple, and they happened to face each other with Duanmu Fei and Hanxing.

The older woman seemed to be in her thirties, and her purple cloak made her noble and graceful; The girl beside her was fifteen or sixteen years old at most, and her wide lilac-colored cloak could not hide her slender and petite figure.

The girl's gaze swept over the four of them, and when she glanced at Li Tingyou, her eyes were stunned, and then she looked at Duanmufei, Hanxing and Jun Lingxi, as if thoughtful.

Then, she turned her head and said something to the woman, and the woman's eyes also looked at the four of them, and the mother and daughter walked over side by side, smiling and greeting Han Xing.

"Miss Musi."

The girl bowed her knees to Hanxing and blessed her, while the woman bowed slightly and smiled gently.

After all, Han Xing went out on patrol in micro-clothes, and the mother and daughter did not give a big gift, so as not to expose Han Xing's identity.

When the girl spoke, Duanmu Fei, Han Xing and Jun Lingxi all recognized each other as Wen Yongdie at once, and the identity of the woman next to her was obvious, naturally it was Mrs. Wen.

When Wen Yongdie straightened up, her eyes swept over Duanmu Fei's body "inadvertently", and her eyes were complicated.

She really didn't know what to say about the fourth girl of the Duanmu family, this thirteen-year-old girl was arrogant and arrogant by nature, disrespectful to the third princess, and didn't understand the etiquette of the monarch and minister, but she seemed to be very smart and knew the subtleties.

Even if Wen Yongdie doesn't like Duanmu Fei anymore, she has to admit that if she didn't have her at the last lake banquet, she would have to bear a heinous sin.

From this point, Wen Yongdie will remember the other party's kindness.

Grace to grace, love to love.

Wen Yongdie still doesn't like Duanmufei, and she won't deliberately get close to each other.

She smiled casually, introduced her mother to Han Xing, and said that they had just made incense in the temple, and said that the sign of Baiyun Temple was very effective.

After a few words of greeting, Mrs. Wen politely retired: "I won't bother Miss Mu and a few others, and I will leave." She bowed her head slightly.

Mrs. Wen walked sideways to the side, bypassing the four of them, but Wen Yongdie wanted to do it again and again, she couldn't help but call Duanmu Fei: "Duanmu four girls." ”

Duanmu Fei took a step, and was stopped by her again, stopped, looked at her suspiciously, and raised his willow eyebrows slightly.

The cold wind in winter was violent, and as soon as the wind blew, the light veil on Wen Yongdie's face was blown slightly, flying like a butterfly, and her ruddy cherry lips loomed under the veil.

"Is Miss Fu's song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" really plagiarizing others?" Wen Yongdie asked with a slight hesitation.

Duanmu Fei smiled slightly.

True or false, believe it or not, it all depends on each person, and if you don't believe it, no matter how much she says, the other party will not believe it.

Han Xingjiao said: "The fake can't be true, the real can't be fake." Believe it or not, it's all true. You can just send someone to the capital to ask. ”

Could it be that if they say it a few more times, they can still make the fake true!

Seeing that her cousin was about to fry her hair, Duanmu Fei pulled her little hand and smoothed her hair.

"Miss Mu Si is right." Wen Yongdie still smiled gently and deferentially, her smile did not change, and she was blessed again and said goodbye.

The wind stopped, and the light veil fell back on her face, and the corners of her lips tightened into a straight line under the veil.

The third princess has been given marriage by the emperor, and it is impossible to marry her brother Wen Zhixuan, her father and mother told her that there is no hope of relying on Princess Shang to marry the royal family, and the family originally didn't want to wronged her, but now she can only be asked to be a side concubine to the second prince.

Or the elder brother persuaded his father, the elder brother said that the Wen family could not be tied to the second prince, according to the observation of this period of time, the second prince is not favored now, and even the emperor is very cold to him, if the second prince can't take the throne, the Wen family will no longer have hope.

In fact, my brother said this, and my father couldn't see it, but the authorities were confused.

After careful consideration for a few days, my father finally decided to quietly surrender to other princes to prepare a way back for the Wen family, and marriage was the best and most secure way to surrender.

Father said that in the future, the battle for the throne should be among the eldest prince and the four princes, the eldest prince Mu Youxian occupies the longest, and the fourth prince Mu Youyi has been raised under the queen's knees since he was a child, with the support of the queen and the Xie family, but if the eldest prince can come back from the south alive, he will be the only prince with military merits......

Thinking of this, Wen Yongdie stopped, the carriage of the Wen family had slowly driven to the mother and daughter of the Wen family, Mrs. Wen took the lead in getting into the carriage with the support of her mother-in-law, Wen Yongdie looked back and looked in the direction of Duanmufei again.

Duanmu Fei followed Han Xing into Baiyun Temple, his petite back looked as cheerful as a magpie, and his crisp laughter vaguely came with the cold wind, innocent and unsad.

Wen Yongdie's gaze paused on Duanmu Fei's back, and her eyes outside the veil were bright and firm.

The fourth princess is the eldest prince's sister of the same father and mother, and the Duanmu family is the first auxiliary family, and the eldest prince's foreign family, so she can't be bad with the cousins.

Whether Fu Yingxuan's plagiarism is true or not, it doesn't matter, the key is who the words came from, if they say the truth, then they should be true!

The corners of Wen Yongdie's lips under the veil rose slightly, dignified and elegant.

"Second girl......"

The maid called softly, and Wen Yongdie turned around and helped the maid's hand into the carriage.

At the same time, Duanmu Fei and Han Xing had already entered the gate of Baiyun Temple, and none of the four of them looked back, listening to Xiao Shami's introduction to Baiyun Temple with relish.

"Four donors, in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, if the donor is in need, you can ask for a sign after the incense, the sign of our temple is very effective."

"Go around the Daxiong Treasure Hall and go back, there is a white plum forest in the northwest of our temple, the white plum blossoms are in full bloom at this time, and the distance is like a cloud."

"Also, next to several tomb towers in the back temple, there are still a few stone tablets, as well as the portraits and inscriptions left by the former pilgrimage saint and the book saint. From time to time, some literati students came here to rub the inscriptions. ”

"If the donor is free, you can also try the food of our temple......"

The little novice was only five or six years old, and there was still a little milk in his voice, but he tried to make a serious and old-fashioned appearance, which was so cute that the three little girls couldn't help laughing, and they were all full of energy, even the veils on their faces could not stop their demeanor.

In the early morning of the wax moon, the wind blowing in the face carries a biting chill, and the grass and trees wither.

The cigarette smoke in the Baiyun Temple was filling, and the pilgrims who came and went seemed to be not afraid of the cold, and their expressions were pious and solemn.

Passing through a wide bluestone brick courtyard, they came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The hall is quiet and solemn, the huge gold lacquer Buddha statue is solemn, a few pilgrims just left, and a few futons in front of the Buddha are empty.

The four of them knelt on the futon, all of them closed their eyes and clasped their palms together reverently, praying to the gods and Buddhas to bless their relatives and friends with safety and health.

Three prostrations, prostration, and incense.

Except for Li Tingyou, the three girls' families all asked for signatures.

"Three female donors, please go here with the little monk to unsign."

The little novice took them to an old monk to unsign the lot.

"Master, please unsign for me."

Han Xing was the first to hand the bamboo stick in his hand to the old monk with white hair and beard behind the long case.

After the old monk glanced at the stick, he skillfully touched a piece of signature paper and handed it to Han Xing.

After Han Xing opened the signature paper, he read it out directly: "The rhombic mirror is broken and reunited, and since then the door has been replaced." The woman then asks her husband and the man to remarry, adding blessings and children and grandchildren. ”

The more she thought about it, the more ugly her face became, what is this!

She has never been married, where did she come from...... The woman asks her husband to remarry the man"!

Han Xing has always said whatever he wants, pinching the signing paper and approaching the old monk half a step, which is quite a bit of a teacher to ask for guilt.

"You're too inaccurate. I'm obviously for my emperor...... The peace sign that my brother asked for, this signature is simply ...... It's not the right thing! ”

Han Xing almost said "bullshit doesn't make sense", and when the words came to his mouth, he reluctantly replaced them with "the text is not right".

The old monk stroked his beard calmly, and said slowly: "Don't worry, the female benefactor. This sign is an image of a broken mirror and a reunion. He who accomplishes good things is also. Although this sign is not signed, it is also a sign in the middle, first fierce and then auspicious. As long as you actively do good deeds and accumulate virtue, there should be an opportunity to turn auspicious and respond to the girl's request. ”

Han Xing was stunned, and after thinking about it again, he felt that what the old master said seemed to be reasonable, and as long as the eldest brother could return to Beijing safely, it would be considered a response.

Looking at Han Xing's tangled little face, Li Tingyou turned his face, put his right fist to his lips, and couldn't help but smile, his shoulders trembling slightly......

When Duanmu Fei also took the signing paper, Han Xing leaned over curiously to look at it, and read it for her: "The bird turns into a peng in autumn, soars proudly, and soars straight into the sky, no matter how many birds can't." ”

Duanmu silently recited the sentence "straight into the sky" in his heart, and the corners of his lips curled slightly. Judging from the signature, Feng Yan's trip is a good omen.

In the end, it was Jun Lingxi's turn.

"Amitabha."

The old monk looked at the stick, his brows moved slightly, he recited the Buddha, and also handed Jun Lingxi a piece of signed paper, with a compassionate expression.

Obviously, the other party didn't say anything, but Jun Lingxi chuckled in his heart, eagerly looked at the signing paper, and read it softly: "Persuade Jun not to ask him, like a crane flying to throw a secret arrow; If you go to pick the snake in the grass, you are afraid of being poisoned and sorrowful. ”

There is no need for the old monk to unsign again, and other people can also hear that this is a sign, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.