Puyun Temple incense is at its peak, at this time the flow of people is like water, crowded and dense, in the flow of people, the most obvious, is a lady in Huayi, in front of the Bodhisattva, sincerely bow, muttering words in the mouth, take a closer look, this person is not Miss Gongjia, perhaps, is also a rich lady.

Xia Nuanyan looked at it and smiled lightly, "Sister Shi, you people in Chu seem to be very sincere to the gods and Buddhas, and after coming here for a long time, I have slowly begun to follow the customs, you say, I knelt on my knees, is it just to respond to requests." ”

Shi Xilan raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked sideways at Xiang Xia Nuanyan, "It's impossible to respond to requests, but it's still a good thing to have a sustenance in my heart." Could it be that the princess has something to ask for? ”

"I don't ask God for anything." Xia Nuanyan raised her eyes, her eyebrows smiled, bent like a thin willow, "I kneel on my legs to heaven and earth, bow down to the Son of Heaven, and kneel what I want, that's all." ”

"You have it, along the way, you are depressed, let's ask the master, whether the gods of Puyun Temple are particularly effective, and ask you and the prince for a wish to grow old together." Shi Xilan said teasingly, and walked towards the oncoming monk.

"Amitabha, the two donors look like passers-by, do they want to visit or stay?"

"Master's eyes are clear, my sister and I are going home, passing through here, I want to borrow your temple, and I will go again tomorrow morning." Shi Xilan gently saluted the monk.

"Donor, please come with me."

"Master, so many people in your temple worship it, it must be the blessing of the gods."

The monk stopped, and said to Shi Xilan honestly, "The monks don't speak, and the poor don't dare to invite merit, just because Miss Yu's family is in prison, and she suffers from injustice, she asks for blessings and wishes every day in the temple, and later meets the King of Xiaoyao, and the Yu family line to redress grievances, everyone is just using this temple to express their gratitude and respect to the King of Xiaoyao." ”

The monk said that Miss Yu was the woman who knelt down sincerely just now, so sincere, thinking that the King of Freedom really made her grateful, Xia Nuanyan smiled and said, "Seeing so many young women bowing down, I think this King of Freedom must be a handsome man." ”

"Compared with the monks, there are and no, besides, no one has seen what the King of Joy has grown into, including Miss Yu, she has not seen it either." The monk replied earnestly.

Xia Nuanyan wondered, she had heard that the King of Freedom was traveling all over the world, he was doing chivalrous deeds, punishing wicked people, punishing corrupt officials, and was above board, why should he hide it? After settling down, she pulled Shi Xilan and asked about King Xiaoyao.

Shi Xilan thought for a long time, and used a lot of words to say to Xia Nuanyan about the King of Xiaoyao, "King Xiaoyao, named Xiaoyao, is actually Xiaoyao, born to Xiao Concubine, the ninth prince of the royal family, and later because of Xiao Concubine was posthumously named the concubine Niangniang, he was also given the title of prince. After that, the King of Freedom walked among the people. ”

At the end, Shi Xilan said in a somewhat regretful tone, "Actually, I also wanted to trace King Xiaoyao at the beginning, so that my father would be redressed, but no one knew what King Xiaoyao looked like." ”

"Sister Shi doesn't know either?"

"Well, Xiaoge said, the jade flute is a proof, the king of Xiaoyao is the flute will not leave his body, but the world is big, there are so many jade flutes, how can he recognize people with a flute, isn't she scolding me."

"Speaking of Xiao, I also have one, I do men's clothing for women, maybe you will also recognize me as the king of freedom." The two of them laughed, shouted and laughed, and said a lot, about Tianchu Xiaoge, about Chu Yingtian, and about King Xiaoyao, Xia Nuanyan deliberately, to Jun Shinuo, avoid talking about it, some people, the whole body is full of thorns, as long as it is mentioned, it can make her sting!

Night, very quiet and quiet, so quiet that I heard the rustle of the leaves outside the temple, the wind blew in through the cracks in the window, blowing the window lattice, creaking, Shi Xilan rolled up the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep, Xia Nuanyan looked at the sleeping Shi Xilan, a trace of loneliness in her heart, she couldn't tell the difference, every night, whether she couldn't sleep, didn't want to sleep, or didn't dare to sleep, she was afraid of a long dream, a night of worry, a night of sleep.

Xia Nuanyan tiptoed up to get up, helped Shi Xilan tuck the quilt, pulled through the prison, and put on the shawl, still feeling a little chilly, a seven-inch jade flute was exposed, Xia Nuanyan's expression was humble, and she was inexplicably sad.

In fact, Xia Nuanyan has nothing to do, and she also likes to play tunes, but once, Xia Ye listened to the tunes she played quietly, her expression was gloomy, and she realized that before Bai Ruyue was alive, she also loved to blow the flute, and on her, she could always see Bai Ruyue's shadow.

Xia Nuanyan's heart was cold at that time, no wonder King Jing and Xia Ye were paranoid and wanted her to learn the flute, since then, she has never played the flute, every time she picks it up and puts it down, Xia Nuan thinks about it now, does she hate Bai Ruyue into her bones? I don't know, she really doesn't know, a person, if it can only be expressed in love and hate, Xia Nuanyan thinks, she hates Bai Ruyue, she hates it to the bone, because, such a woman who abandons her, Xia Nuanyan thinks, she can't afford to love.

Xia Nuanyan opened the door lightly, the quiet moon was cold, and the people's hearts were slightly cold, she played a song "Resentment in the Boudoir" in response to the occasion, the tune was deep and graceful, and the feelings were even deeper.

Outside the temple, there happened to be a man passing by, sitting on the saddle, hearing this song, and sighed deeply,

"Ten miles of red makeup street, you have gone to the army,

Hold a new hair in the mirror, lonely and empty,

The moon is boundless, melancholy,

The green silk has not changed, but the concubine's heart is old,

The willows are still in the air, the early sun is warm, and the breath is cold;

The mighty river is long, leaning on the boat to look at you,

The yellow sticker is changed again, and the words have never returned,

Looking forward to a long time, thinking long,

The love is still there, but I hope to turn the wind,

The old promise is still new, and if you think about it day and night, you will become a grudge!

This love is both true and deep, and the composer is completely immersed in the song, and has deeply experienced the deep silence of the Sijun woman in the song, and is a rare bosom friend. ”

After that, the man took out a white jade flute from his cuff, and blew "Hero's Tears" in response to this song

Troubled times,

Men should serve in the army,

Throw your head, spill your blood,

As soon as the boy went, his white hair returned with his eyebrows,

Flying sand raises the song of Chu,

The Iron Horse shrouded roared three times,

Unfinished, unrewarded,

The barren grass buries the bones infinitely, and the sun and the moon shine on the heart of Dan!

Xia Nuanyan heard the sound of music outside the temple, empty and tragic, as if she saw the endless desert in front of her, thousands of troops marching on the ground, bloody battles, compared with this "Hero's Tears", her own "Resentment in the Boudoir" inevitably seems to be a little childish, she put aside for a while, and continued to blow, just to respond to the music blowers outside.

At the end of the song, another man stepped forward, patted the man who was playing the song, and said meaningfully, "Brother Shaoxi, I just walked away for a while, and you stopped and were reluctant." ”

The man smiled evilly, "Brother Situ, it's rare to meet a bosom friend, I can't help it, I comfort people with music, I think, the person inside must be a famous and virtuous woman." ”

"I don't think so, in the land of Buddhism, blowing this beautiful sound in the middle of the night, I think, can't go anywhere." Situ Nan smiled very strongly, quite playfully, "However, you are blowing one after another, I am reminded of the old saying, twilight is the fate of a beauty, no road is the grave of a hero, Brother Shao Xi, you are high-spirited, and if you have no way, you will not be related to you, why bother to say sorrow." ”

"You just don't have any interest at all, you don't know anything except women, and you really want to get to know this musician when you have the chance."

"You, you think you love talent, sooner or later you will be tired by talent, we have to hurry, this unserious girl, it doesn't matter if you don't know it." The Situ man raised his horsewhip and hit the man's horse, and the black horse let out a long roar and swept away. ”

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and farther, Xia Nuanyan lowered her eyebrows and smiled, feeling better.