An Yourong sent Jing Jing to Lianghe Experimental Primary School. When the new students entered the class, they saw Luo Changan quietly and pleasantly. Moreover, they are still classmates!

In the classroom, the teacher arranges the seats. Quiet and small, in the first row, sitting with a girl. Luo Changan was in the last row.

Quietly and silently walked to the back and sat next to Luo Changan. "Quiet classmate, sit in front!" The teacher smiled and beckoned to her. She didn't move, she didn't speak.

The teacher walked up to Quiet and said gently, "Quiet, you are small, you can't see the teacher writing far away." Come and sit in front! After class, you can also play with Brother Chang'an! ”

Quiet big eyes flashed with tears, took Luo Changan's hand, and looked at the teacher silently. The teacher sighed and said helplessly, "Okay then! Luo Changan, you just go and sit in the first row with Quiet! ”

Luo Changan reluctantly sat in the front row. Quietly and happily held his hand. Chang'an said in a low voice: "Quiet classmate, you pull me, how can I write?" Don't worry, I won't run away! ”

Quiet let go of his hand.

After school, Quiet wants to go home with Luo Changan.

"Then let the two children get together?" The boy's mother proposed. Yaoqin agreed.

quietly and happily followed her mother to Luo Changan's house.

Since then, Luo Changan has had a small tail.

"Brother Chang'an, wait for me!" She ran over panting and grabbed him.

"Quiet, go back to the classroom! I'm training! Luo Changan stood on the playground track.

The male classmates in front of them laughed and leaned back together.

The physical education teacher looked at the little girl from the side, surprised and a little funny.

"Quiet kid, can you go back to the classroom first? I won't lose your Chang'an brother! The PE teacher said as she stroked her head.

"Teacher, I'm not messing around. Shall I watch here? She looked pitifully at Luo Changan, who was sulking.

"Well, you just sit there and watch!" The teacher helplessly pointed to the small stool next to the runway.

Quietly sit down on a stool with your chin in your hands. Blinking and looking at it with big eyes.

Luo Changan looked back as he ran. The little man sat motionless. The sun shone on that little red face, like a ripe apple.

His heart trembled slightly.

The homeroom teacher came to the playground to find peace.

"Shh The PE teacher made individual vocal gestures towards him.

Two teachers stood not far away. Looking at that small figure, there was an inexplicable touch.

"I haven't seen such a good elementary school classmate! It's been five years, and they're almost inseparable! The head teacher said.

The physical education teacher said with emotion: "Say something that the teacher shouldn't say, this may be the so-called fate!" ”

An Qiao stood at the school gate with a tiger face. Quiet flew over like a little swallow and hugged his waist. "You still know me as your brother? How many days have you not been home? Quietly said coquettishly: "Brother, don't be angry! Didn't I just go to Brother Chang'an's house to do my homework! ”

Anqiao nodded her forehead, "You've done your homework home!" Luo Changan followed. Brother Qiao, will you come to my house today? I bought a new console and we played together. Anqiao shook his head: "We are nervous about studying in the third year of junior high school, and we don't have time to play games. ”

Luo Changan said with a little regret: "Okay then! On Sunday, my mother took me to the Qingdi Temple to burn incense. I want to take Quiet with me. May I? ”

"Okay! It's useless if I don't agree anyway. This sister of mine is just like someone from your family! He said helplessly.

"Brother, on Sunday, will you go with us too?" Quietly shook Anjo's hand and said. He thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

On Sunday, Luo Changan's mother took her three children to the Qingdi Temple in the suburbs by bus. Qingdi Temple, a thousand-year-old monument. Today, it is a grand temple where incense flourishes.

In addition to the Buddha and Bodhisattva, the temple also enshrines an emperor thousands of years ago, the Green Emperor. But basically no one knows his real name and story.

The monastery is located next to the Liang River. It is surrounded by lush trees and flowers. The splendid temples are arranged in a staggered manner. It feels extremely solemn.

A bluestone paved avenue. All the way to the front of the temple, the tall stone archway. There are three big characters on the archway: Qingdi Temple. The handwriting is a bit mottled. But it can also be seen that the skill of the writer is extraordinary.

"According to legend, these three words were written by a general in ancient times, and they have a history of thousands of years." Ancho said.

Looking at the word quietly, there was a sense of déjà vu. "Fold, fold?" Quietly muttered. "Qingdi Temple, that's not a twist!" Anjo felt funny.

Walking through the archway, it is a large hall. "Anqiao, you take your younger brothers and sisters to play around, don't run away. I'm waiting for you here. Luo Changan's mother explained, and went into the temple to burn incense.

The three of them walked around the stone steps and fence of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. There are many large and small pavilions in the back. Follow a flat stone path. In front of me is a stele pavilion.

The three of them walked into the stele pavilion, and an ancient stone stele appeared in front of them. Because of its age, many of the words on the stele have been blurred.

There are stone benches in the pavilion, and many pilgrims and visitors are sitting and resting. Others were looking at the words on the stele. "Emperor Xia Qing, Zhaoyue's wife, An Zhiliang River collapsed, then erected a monument and built a shrine, and in the Spring and Autumn Period, he made offerings to the prison and the martyr An Wang Liang erected."

The man read intermittently.

Listening quietly and carefully, tears fell from her eyes. "Sister, what's going on? What are you crying about? Anjo asked strangely. I don't know, but I feel sad when I hear him read that word! Quietly sobbed.

Ancho said, "Then I'll look elsewhere!" The three of them left the stele pavilion and walked along the road to watch.

There are several monastic rooms lined up next to one of the temple's halls. There is a small stone tablet engraved on: the site of the Qingdi Temple. There was an old monk cleaning on the road.

An Qiao walked over with Tranquility and Luo Changan. "Great monk, what kind of temple is that? Why don't you have a name? An Qiao respectfully bowed to the old monk.

The old monk raised his head, a pair of kind eyes under his white eyebrows, and a long white beard fluttering on his chest. "Amitabha, since the general asked, the poor monk should know everything. The name of this palace is called Pangui Palace, also known as the General's Mansion of the Prison Country, which was built by the General of the Great Xia Prison in ancient times. There are stone inscriptions inside. ”

The old monk put down the broom and gave a salute: "An emperor, a queen, a general, there is an invitation here!" An Qiao asked strangely: "Great monk, why do you call us that!" He smiled slightly, "This is a heavenly opportunity, you can't say it, you can't say it!" ”

The old monk led the three into the hall. The four walls of the hall do not have any Buddha statues and decorations. There is a round window on the north and south walls. On a lying stone tablet in the center, there are several paragraphs of text that are not very clear.

The old monk said: "This is a letter written by a general to an imperial concubine a thousand years ago, but it is only a letter that has not been sent!" Jing Jing asked, "Why didn't he give the letter to the imperial concubine?" ”

An Qiao said: "Silly girl, the imperial concubine is the emperor's daughter-in-law. If he wrote it and sent it to her, the emperor would not like the imperial concubine. It is possible to kill the general! Quietly said in surprise: "The emperor is so bad, why does the general want to build a temple for him?" ”

Luo Changan asked, "What is written in the letter?" The old monk smiled and said, "Please read it yourself by the general!" He motioned for An Qiao to come to the stele. Anjo walked over inexplicably. He saw that it was full of ancient texts, and the handwriting was still blurry. "I can't read it, I can't see it clearly!" He shook his head.

The old monk pointed to the quiet, "Come, come, Mrs. Yueguo, please hold his hand!" Quietly and silently walked to Ancho's side. The moment the two hands were clasped, An Qiao saw that the words on the tablet were as clear as new. "As an imperial uncle, I shouldn't have written this letter, but I wrote it anyway."

"From the first time I saw you in the court, I fell in love. But that's only a secret I can't tell! You love him dearly, and he loves you dearly. This is rare in the Emperor's House. ”

"I have jealousy, but no hatred. It's a serendipity and a coincidence. I met you. But you didn't look at me more. He didn't say a word to me. But I still have to guard you and him! ”

"But fate is so unfair! You're gone, in the turbulent waters of the Liang River! I hurt, I cry! But nothing can be done! I can only stay here alone, waiting for your return by the Liang River! ”

"General Lie, special book."

Anjo unhurriedly translated and read all the inscriptions.

Quiet cried bitterly, "Wan Yanlie, you are so stupid!" Why do you bother? ”

An Qiao hugged her sister: "Silly girl, what are you crying about?" It's not about you! ”

Luo Changan next to him also cried. An Qiao was angry and funny: "Brother Chang'an, which one are you singing!" Luo Changan snorted and cried, and couldn't say why.

The old monk recited the words: "Qinghe is still the same, things are not people." On the three-life stone, the fate is determined by three lives! Then he knocked on the stone tablet with his hand and said, "You have been alone for a thousand years." If someone is here, they haven't come out to see each other, let alone when! ”

I saw that the words on the stele had faded. A colorful light radiated from the stele. The stele turned into smoke and dust in the light.

The old monk held a golden lock in both hands and handed it to Jingjing. "Things return to their original owners, and continue to be related for thousands of years. Amitabha! The old monk recited the Buddha's name and left the Pangui Temple. Anqiao also pulled the two little people who were crying a lot and walked towards the place where they came.