On the seventh day, Hua Mian miraculously got out of bed, put on her makeup, and stood in the courtyard in plain clothes very early in anticipation of something.

When she was about to stand up for a statue, Hua Xun brought an old monk with crane hair and a childish face, and behind them, Pei Gongcuo, who had not been seen for many days, was followed.

Hua Mian was not much surprised, without his permission, how could outsiders enter the harem? And his arrival is just to send off his own flesh and blood for the last time.

Hua Mian respectfully invited the monks into the main hall. The incense case was placed in the hall, and the high monk put the incense bundle into the incense burner after burning the incense with his hands, and let Hua Mian kneel in front of the case and concentrate on reciting the Dharma name of the King of the Earth, and he himself sat on the futon and recited the "Jizo Sutra" for the infant spirit.

The chanting continued until very late, when the senior monk stopped chanting, he sighed and said to Hua Mian: "The benefactor's obsession is too deep, although the poor monk has lifted the infant spirit from hell, but your reluctance makes him unbearable to leave you, no matter how I chant the sutra, he will not leave." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Hua Mian was stunned, but even Pei Gongcuo outside the hall trembled. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but at this moment he preferred to believe what the monk said, so he ran to the hall without thinking and said urgently: "What did that kid say?" ”

The monk did not answer, only closed his eyes and said slowly: "Born in the royal family, it is a creation, but your life is shallow, even if your parents have tried their best to protect it, it is better to return to heaven and wait for a good family to be reincarnated." ”

These words must have been spoken to the infant spirit, and I don't know what the effect was, but after saying this, the monk did not stop reciting the sutra for two hours.

At the ugly moment, he opened his eyes and said to Hua Mian: "Don't worry, don't worry, he has entered the Heavenly Dao." ”

Hua Mian reverently expressed his gratitude and asked, "What did he say?" ”

The monk sighed: "Your mother and son are weak, as for whether he can be successfully reincarnated as your child again in the future, it depends on his creation." ”

"You mean, he'll come back?" I don't know why, at this moment, Hua Mian's heart was surprised and happy, and there were mixed tastes.

"Amitabha, good and good, the poor monk said this, the donor takes care."

The monk got up and wanted to leave, but Pei Gongcuo stopped him and said, "Do you still have advice?" ”

The senior monk looked at Pei Gongcuo for the first time at this time, and he said with a straight face: "The poor monk gave the donor a word. The aggregates of seeing, receiving, thinking, acting, and knowing all cover our true nature and are obstacles to our true understanding, so we must not be confused by them. After reciting the Buddha name again, he turned around and stepped out of the temple gate.

Pei Gongcuo hurriedly called Fu Xin to send the monk out of the palace.

I don't know if it was because I was tired to the extreme or if my soul was comforted after chanting, Hua Mian only felt that the big stone that had been pressed in her heart for seven days seemed to be suddenly unloaded, and the whole person was much lighter.

When she got up to rest, she found that her legs, which had been kneeling for four hours, had already become numb, so the moment she got up, the whole person fell without warning. The next moment, she was greeted not by the hard ground, but by a broad chest. She raised her head to meet Pei Gongcuo's bright but gloomy eyes, which were clearly full of distress. Tears poured out of his eyes inexplicably.

He gently wiped away her tears, then carried her to the bed and gently covered her with the quilt, looked at her silently for a long time, and finally got up and left without saying a word. He didn't know that there was a hand behind him that only wanted to grab him, and after lifting it for a long time, he finally put it down.

If he believes in himself, why explain? If he doesn't believe it, what's the point of explaining? Hua Mian slowly closed her eyes, and the moment the tiredness hit, she sank into the boundless darkness.

In the Palace of Nourishing the Heart, looking at the direction of Shuihua Palace in front of the window for a long time, Pei Gongcuo said to Fu Xin beside him faintly: "What the senior monk said is profound and obscure, I can't understand it after thinking about it for a long time, Fu Xin can know what he means?" ”

Fu Xin was stunned, it turned out that the emperor didn't sleep so late and even affected himself for this? He cheered up, pondered his rhetoric, and said as tactfully as possible: "The words of the senior monk roughly say that Buddhism pays attention to nothing outside the heart, and everything needs to be thought about more, and you must not be deceived by appearances. ”

Pei Gongcuo pondered the meaning of his words carefully, and couldn't help frowning: "Are you saying that I blamed Myanmar by mistake?" ”

"This minion doesn't dare to guarantee it, but at least the emperor always has to give her a chance to explain, right?"

Pei Gongcuo said indignantly: "Where is it that I don't give her the opportunity to explain, it's that she doesn't explain." That's clearly the default. ”

"But she was really sad after the slippery tire, and even found a monk to overtake it."

"Maybe she's just guilty." Although Pei Gongcuo was tough, he didn't even notice that he used the word "maybe".

"The minion doesn't feel like she's guilty."

"What's that?"

Foxit thought about it seriously and said: "There is heartache, and there seems to be a grievance." ”

"Grievance?" Pei Gongcuo couldn't help but be a little stunned, "Do you really think so?" ”

Fu Xin nodded solemnly.

"Then what is she wronged?"

"If the emperor really misunderstood her, not only did he not comfort her after she lost her parent, but wrongly blamed her for murdering her parent, how could she not be wronged? The emperor is the authority, and it is possible to be blinded by sadness for a while. ”

Pei Gongcuo's heart was suffocated, if this was the case, she would be very sad, right? But in an instant, he said with some hatred: "Whether she killed the fetus in her womb or not, that box of medicine really exists, which shows that she had this kind of thought before entering the palace, and it is really not wronged." ”

"Well, this minion doesn't deny it, but from another point of view, if Concubine Burmese didn't take the pill, and even felt the pain of losing her child, doesn't that mean that she willingly wants to have a child for the emperor? When a woman is willing to give birth to a child for a man, she must have him in her heart. But after such a toss and heartache, I am afraid that the little love that has just been generated will disappear. ”

Foxit's words woke up Pei Gongcuo in an instant like an enlightenment, he was stunned for a long time, and when he figured out the joints, he couldn't help but have a little more respect for Foxit.

But what is more important at the moment is that if the child really wasn't killed by Hua Mian herself, then who would do it? And more importantly, if it is really as Foxit said, and he continues to have such a cold war with her, I am afraid that he will really lose her. This is something he can't afford anyway. He even sadly found that he could forgive her even if she took the initiative to kill the child. For without her, there would be no place for his heart. So he decided, everything else was not important, and it was the most important thing to win her heart.