"Misunderstanding?" The eldest princess smiled coldly, she looked at Zhao Ling and said with a smile: "My son's tragic death is also a misunderstanding?" Her well-maintained fingers touched the white magnolia flower on her head, and said with a smile: "Yes, the seventh brother is about to marry the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the seventh brother naturally hopes that it is a misunderstanding, otherwise wouldn't the seventh brother be in a dilemma in the middle?" She smiled dismally, "Only my miserable son, who died unjustly!" ”

Zhao Ling's eyes flickered, and he sighed, "Sister Huang, take care of your body, and mourn smoothly!" ”

Zhao Ying lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage, but she was nearly forty years old like a young woman in her early thirties, dressed in plain clothes, her face was a little haggard, but the hatred in her eyes did not weaken in the slightest, "My son's coffin is still parked in the courtyard of the eldest princess's mansion, if I don't bring the murderer to justice and avenge my son, I won't bury him for a day!" I will sacrifice the murderer's head to my son's spirit in heaven!" ”

The eldest lady's face was a little pale, her hands were clenched into fists under her sleeves, and she bit her lip and did not answer.

Zhao Ling stepped forward to help Zhao Ying and said, "I believe that Dali Temple will give the imperial sister justice." It's just today's matter, I hope the royal sister will give the younger brother a face! ”

Zhao Ying shook off Zhao Ling, dusted off her sleeves, and smiled coldly, "Since King Qin has spoken, do I dare to disobey?" She stepped into the carriage, threw down the curtain fiercely, and shouted, "Go home!" ”

The people of the eldest princess's mansion left suddenly with the eldest princess.

At this moment, Yingge squeezed in front of Murong Xun, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, she glanced at Murong Xun up and down, and said, "Miss is okay, right?" ”

Murong Xun shook his head, turned to Zhao Ling and blessed his body, "Thank you King Qin for saving your life!" ”

Zhao Ling smiled and said, "With a gesture, Miss is polite!" He looked at the eldest lady again and said, "The king of Shicai is also going up the mountain, I wonder if he can go the same way with your mansion?" ”

The eldest lady was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "The concubine is honored!" ”

At this time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl squeezed in, she had a delicate smile on her face, her eyes were not very beautiful, but they were very bright, she looked at Zhao Ling and said with a smile: "Brother Ling, isn't it the eldest princess who just went down the mountain?" Why didn't she go up the mountain? ”

Zhao Ling smiled, "Don't worry so much about children!" ”

The girl frowned displeasedly, "I'm not a child anymore!" ”

"I've seen the county lord!" The eldest lady is blessed again.

"No need to be polite!" The girl raised her eyebrows and smiled, her big sparkling eyes looked at Murong Xun's face, "Are you from the Prime Minister's Mansion?" She patted her head again and smiled: "You must be Brother Ling's fiancée, I said, he saved you as if he didn't want to die!" ”

Murong Xun lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "The county lord has misunderstood, King Qin's fiancée is my sister!" ”

"That's it!" The girl pouted.

Murong Xun's eyes flashed, this girl is Zhao Hui'er, the only daughter of Zhao Xiang, the king of Jingshan, who has not seen her for eight years, and has become more and more a slim girl.

"It's getting late, let's hurry up the mountain!" Zhao Hui'er smiled, "I heard that the meal in the White Horse Temple is delicious!" ”

The eldest lady's eyes flashed, with an unknown light, and with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, she looked at Murong Xun and said, "Are you okay?" ”

Murong Xun shook his head gently, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine!" ”

So the group continued to march towards the White Horse Temple. On the carriage, the fifth aunt played with her nails and said with emotion: "This time thanks to King Qin, otherwise Murong Hua would really kill me!" ”

Murong Xun licked his lips, looked at the fifth aunt, frowned and asked, "Why are you afraid of my father?" ”

The fifth aunt sighed and said, "He saved my life, I promised to be his subordinate for three years, and this year is exactly the third year!" ”

After a pause, the fifth aunt said again: "But I still underestimated the power of the eldest lady, I thought that these guards were all personally selected by your father, and they should be relieved, but they have never been involved in the eldest lady, and they almost tired you with your life!" If it weren't for King Qin kicking that person down the mountain stream, there would be no proof of death now! ”

Murong Xun said: "That man drove the carriage to the cliff, originally intending to die with me!" ”

At about ten o'clock in the afternoon, the group arrived at the White Horse Temple.

The elder presided over Master Jueyuan to personally greet their group, and the Daxiong Treasure Hall was solemn. After a few people finished the incense and added the incense money, Master Jueyuan persuaded: "Tomorrow, Master Huihong will travel to this temple to give lectures, Master Huihong is a generation of Buddhist masters, several donors can live in this temple first, and it is not too late to leave after listening to the master's lecture tomorrow!" ”

Now that the host has opened his mouth, a few people will stay first and listen to Master Huihong's sermon tomorrow.

Twilight is falling. A vast expanse. The moonlight was waving, and through the shadows of the trees, a layer of broken jade was embedded in the ground.

Murong Xun had no intention of sleeping, walked to the window, pushed open the window lattice, and a gust of wind broke in. She looked at the starry sky, the bright moonlight, and the shadows of the trees, but the depression in her heart lingered no matter what. She knew what she wanted, but there were many unknown factors on the road to that point, and she wondered if she was still not ruthless enough and not hot enough. She gently rested her hand on the window, and the night wind blew up her white gauze, and now, she was already the same as everything, what was there to be afraid of a person who had nothing!

She walked out into the courtyard, and the night breeze blew and the leaves made a slight rustling sound. A leaf fell gently, and as soon as Murong Xun stretched out his hand, the emerald green leaf had already fallen into his hand.

She picked up the leaf, smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth, and put the leaf to her lips, starting with a few intermittent sounds, followed by a complete song overflowing from her lips, the tone of the song was desolate, with resentment and helplessness, like crying and complaining, lingering and compassionate.

The crisp voice spread across the night sky, turning into a thick and unsolvable sorrow. The stars twinkled in the sky, and the moonlight became more and more sad like water.

At this time, I don't know when there was a flute sound that corresponded to the tune that Murong Xun blew with leaves. The sound of the flute is low, but the same helplessness is full of vicissitudes, but it has a little more fortitude and unyielding flavor than Murong Xun's songs.

The two tunes swayed and responded to each other as if they had found a confidant, pouring out the most secret and fragile emotions in their hearts. They didn't know each other's existence, but they were together again at this moment, and the two hearts were all unreservedly revealed in this stranger who had not met each other, so close and yet distant.

Suddenly, two intertwined voices stopped at the same time, and the night was silent except for the sound of wind and insects.

Murong Xun leaned against the tree, his eyes quietly looked at the jade hook in the sky, and his expression was neither sad nor joyful.

In this world, who is also cursed and played with by fate, how can he be alone?

Not far away, the fifth aunt stood against the wall, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes looked motionlessly at the white-clothed girl in the moonlight in front of her, this girl is becoming more and more interesting!

In another courtyard.

Zhao Ling put down Xiao on his lips, he was only wearing a loose white brocade robe at the moment, which had a bit of a taste, but his expression was so serious, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his expression was indifferent and resolute. The night wind blew, blowing up a few leaves from the tree and circling and falling, he stretched out his hand, and the leaves fell into his hand, clenched his fist, and held the leaves tightly in the palm of his hand.

"Lord Wang, it's not early, it's time for you to rest!" Zhao Hui said behind him, he glanced at Zhao Ling, and said, "Do you need to go down and find out who is playing the song?" ”

Zhao Ling smiled lightly and shook his head, "No need! ”

He paused, his eyes flashed a little sharp, and he looked at Zhao Hui again and said: "Send a few more people tomorrow to stop Hui'er's girl, it's not appropriate to bring her out this time, don't let her get into trouble again!" If she dares to elope with that person, you will kill that person directly and kill her heart! ”

"In this way, won't the county lord hate you?" Zhao Hui frowned.

Zhao Ling's chin was slightly too high, and the amplitude of the corners of her mouth was still cold, "She hates me, one day, she will understand!" ”

"Subordinates understood!"

In the early morning of the next day, Murong Xun had just finished breakfast, when he heard a little novice saying that Huihong/Master had arrived and was opening the altar in the main hall to give a lecture, if you were interested, you could go and listen to one or two.

Huihong/Mage's name, Murong Xun has also heard of it, but she has never had the opportunity to see it, and this time, she naturally wants to take a look.

When they arrived at the solemn hall, whether they were practicing monks or pilgrims staying overnight in the White Horse Temple, they almost arrived, sitting in the center of the main hall, quietly and reverently waiting for the arrival of the master.

"Here!" Zhao Hui'er beckoned to Murong Xun and patted a mat beside her.

Murong Xun walked away and sat down beside Zhao Hui'er. Zhao Hui'er sat next to Zhao Ling, he looked at Murong Xun and sat down slowly, paused and said, "Miss Murong slept well last night?" ”

Murong Xun nodded, "Thank you for your concern, the folk girl slept well!" ”

Zhao Hui'er grabbed Murong Xun's hand and said, "After Brother Ling and your sister get married, we will all be a family." Sister Xun, you look better than those beauties in Brother Che's palace, and you will often come to play with me in the future! ”

Murong Xun smiled faintly, "The county lord said that he was joking, Shangguan Guifei is the first beauty of our Daxiang!" ”

"She?" The corners of Zhao Hui'er's mouth pulled a disdainful amplitude, "Have you ever seen my imperial sister-in-law, she is a real beauty, I remember the first time I saw her, she was wearing a battle armor, a red cloak, and riding a tall white horse, which was called heroic, but it was a pity that ......"

"Say less!" Zhao Ling lightly interrupted Zhao Hui'er's words, "The mage is coming soon!" ”

"Really!" Zhao Hui'er's eyes lit up, her eyes were already big and watery, but at this moment, they were as if shining into the moonlight, soft and bright, bright and persistent.

Zhao Hui'er looked at the table in front of the hall motionlessly, with a force in her hand, Murong Xun frowned slightly in pain, and looked at her. However, Zhao Hui'er didn't notice Murong Xun's gaze at all, and just stared ahead.

"Huihong/Master has arrived!"

As soon as the voice sounded, Zhao Hui'er looked closely at the figure who walked out from behind the yellow curtain without hurrying, her eyes were soft and warm, and the corners of her mouth were as indistinguishable as if she was crying or laughing.

Murong Xun suspiciously turned his gaze from Zhao Hui'er to Huihong/Mage who had just appeared, and was slightly taken aback, only to see Huihong/Mage wearing a plain monk's robe and slowly sitting down. He has a good face, and he also has a gentle temperament on his body, which makes people want to be close, and he has a peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth, feeling like a friend who has known him for many years.

"Amitabha!" Venerable Hui Hong/Venerable folded his hands and began his thoughts on Buddhism.

Master Honghong said slowly, and everyone was fascinated by it, but there was one person who was an exception, and it was Zhao Hui'er beside Murong Xun.