Only if you have loved, you will understand hate. Only when it hurts, will it be ruthless. These are the words that the Queen Mother taught her.

Meng Xilan has never hidden anything from Wu Wu, because the truth is the truth. Sooner or later, she will know, and sooner or later...... Meng Xilan persuaded her to let go with the attitude of a person who had come over, only hoping that she could live a good life, and even live out the beauty of her mother's life.

Worry-free knows that she can't hate anyone, she is just sad, the fate of her mother and father, and sentimental about her own life experience.

Her mother is gone, but her biological father is still there...... Back then, Zhou Youping was dethroned as the crown prince because of the crime of rebellion, and then demoted to a concubine. After he was expelled from the capital, he was sent to Xinzhou. And I heard that he lived incognito and lived an ordinary life.

Leave him alive just because he is a former prince and a worry-free father.

Zhou Youping has been proud for half his life, but now he has to rely on himself to make a living in this market. This is perhaps the greatest punishment for him.

Worry-free dared to ask Meng Xilan. She didn't want to defend her father's crimes, she just wanted to be able to see her father in her lifetime, as long as she looked at it from afar.

Her body hair and skin are all given by her parents, and she wants to see with her own eyes whether she is a little like her father?

The queen mother always said that she was very similar to her mother Chu Jingwen, and even sometimes even had the same expression.

Carefree wanted to know if she would be a little bit like her father...... In this way, at least, when she is grooming in the mirror, she can also silently imagine her father's face in her heart.

Meng Xilan agreed to her request and asked her to disguise herself and go all the way out of the palace to Xinzhou. On the way, the Ouchi guards led by Chu Jiajun protected her safety at all times.

Although Meng Xilan is in the capital, the eyes of the Meng family are all over the world.

It is not difficult to find Zhou Youping's whereabouts, it just takes time.

Worry-free went to Xinzhou, and under the cover of secrecy, he met the man who was said to be his father.

A former prince, a former criminal minister. After more than ten years of wind and rain, he has become a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back.

His complexion was dark, his skin was rough, and his angular face was faintly noble.

His appearance was completely different from what she had in mind.

She thought that her father would have a gentle eyebrow. Unfortunately, his gaze looked a little fierce......

Carefree sat in the slow-moving carriage, lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked at the cloth merchant selling calligraphy and paintings on the street.

He obviously bought paintings, but he didn't solicit business at all, crossed his arms, looked at the passers-by coming and going, raised his eyebrows slightly, with a somewhat casual look.

She looked at him, familiar and unfamiliar. He has gray hair on his sideburns, and his hair is not tightly combed, which looks a little messy.

She didn't dare to get out of the car to talk to him, so she only sent someone to buy a pair of calligraphy and paintings from his stall.

Sanssouci didn't get out of the car to meet him, because even if they did, he wouldn't know who she was? Or would he guess who she was? What then? She didn't know it herself.

Holding the ink painting he bought, he told the coachman to get out of here quickly.

Zhou Youping didn't know who the person in the carriage was, he only knew that the man had bought his paintings.

With so many followers, he must be a rich man.

Hum! The eighth floor is a rich man who doesn't know Danqing!

More than ten years of uncertainty have made Zhou Youping lose the prince's style. He looked like an ordinary person, plain and unremarkable.

Zhou Youping's ambition for revenge was worn out by the years, and he began to become more and more timid...... Nowadays, he only wants three meals a day, a tile on his head, and clean clothes to wear.

The pain of unavenged revenge is far less than the torment of starvation. Even if you have a backbone, there are times when you bend your waist with three buckets of rice.

He didn't fight anymore, and he didn't dare to fight anymore. In this life, he enjoyed the blessings of the world in the first half of his life, and in the second half of his life, he could only get by and slowly survive in the poor years.

Sanssouci held the scroll in his hand and didn't open it until he left the city. The painting is not a landscape, but a figure, a court dancer holding a pipa, with slender eyebrows and eyes, and a smile at the corners of her mouth, as if she is playing music.

Carefree fingertips, gently brushing the pen and ink on the paper, slowly closed his eyes.

Wuwu took the painting back to the palace and handed it to Meng Xilan.

Meng Xilan had no intention of detaining the painting, and only let her keep it by herself.

Carefree shook his head: "Everything about Carefree was given by the Queen Mother, and this painting should also be kept by the Queen Mother." ”

In fact, she wanted to wait until she got married, and then take the painting with her.

Meng Xilan nodded slightly: "If you want it, this palace will return it to you at any time." ”

When Meng Xilan opened the scroll and looked at it, she found that it was a picture of a beautiful woman with a dancing girl, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she sighed softly: "The former prince of the palace, such a handsome character." Now I have to draw pictures of beauties to live, which is really ironic and a pity. ”

Hearing this, Wu Wu lowered his head and replied: "If my father does something wrong, he will be punished." ”

She followed her mother's side, and for so many years, she had never seen her wronged a good person, nor had she ever connived at a bad person.

A stick of incense was burned, and Wuwu came back to his senses.

She turned her head to look at the queen mother, who had been kneeling on the futon for a whole hour and reciting scriptures, and secretly admired it in her heart.

Such a hard thing, the queen mother didn't even frown. As long as it is for her father and the crown prince, she will do everything herself, and she never says the word "tired".

After the chanting was over, Wuwu took the initiative to help Meng Xilan up, her legs were numb on her knees, and she walked slowly step by step.

"The queen mother is so sincere, the Buddha has a spirit in the sky, and she will definitely be moved." The carefree tone was a little distressed: "It's just like this...... You're working too hard. ”

Meng Xilan glanced at her: "This little hard work, this palace can still stand ......"

"But Erchen feels sorry for you." Carefree said with a little helplessness in his eyes.

Meng Xilan patted her head: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

While he was talking, the abbot came to the door and asked to see him.

Meng Xilan looked at Wu Wu and said, "That abbot Zen master must be here to explain the scriptures." You're going to feel bored, so why don't you go and play with your sister. ”

She didn't want to hold her down, after all, it was outside the palace.

Worry-free answers. The abbot then walked into the meditation room, folded his hands in front of Meng Xilan, and bowed: "Amitabha, Niang Wan'an." ”

"Abbot, don't come unharmed." Meng Xilan motioned for Jade to pour tea.

In the past ten years, Meng Xilan has come to this Xiangguo Temple every year to burn incense and worship the Buddha. She came sincerely, but she had other things to do besides doing Buddhist things.

The abbot took the tea bowl with both hands and took a sip: "Lao Wei has a letter to give to Niangniang today." ”

He took a letter from his bosom and respectfully handed it over.

Meng Xilan smiled and nodded: "Thank you, abbot." ”

"Amitabha." The abbot handed over the letter and continued to drink tea with his head bowed.

After the Queen Mother reads this letter, he will not leave this meditation room.

The letter was written by Gao Welfare, and the contents of the letter were some confidential information that he had recently obtained.

In the past ten years, Gao Fuli has been living in Beijing, however, he lives like a phantom that no one can see.

He used to be the chief of the palace, and although he was guilty and suffered, he finally saved his life.

It is not difficult for Gao Fuli to make a career in the capital, but he still remembers his master in his heart.

Meng Xilan gave Gao Fuli a chance to start an errand of collecting intelligence in the capital.

There are too many famous families in the capital to count. What she wants to know is whether there is any gossip that should not be in the homes of these ministers of the court.

Of course, the parents don't care about the right and wrong. What she cares about is whether the ministers really approve of the prince in their hearts? Whether you form an alliance behind your back, and secretly do some small actions!

Changsheng is fourteen years old this year, and his position as the crown prince is becoming more and more stable, and Meng Xilan does not allow anyone to shake it twice.

Gao Welfare and the abbot's acquaintance, there are still some stories.

It turned out that Gao Fuli came back from Saiwai that year, had nowhere to go in the capital, fell ill and broke the temple, and was rescued by a monk.

This monk is the abbot of today's Xiangguo Temple, presiding over Mingyuan.

Although this Mingyuan came from a mediocre background, he was the only closed-door disciple of the former abbot.

Mingyuan and Gao Fuli are old friends, since they are friends, they naturally have to share weal and woe, and Gao Fuli persuaded him to do things for the queen.

At first, Mingyuan used the excuse that he was a monk and ignored Hongchen, and politely refused the high welfare.

But Gao Welfare did not give up, and it took him two full years to convince him. Among them, what touched his heart the most was what Gao Fuli said to him for the last time: "Master Mingyuan, although I, Gao Fuli, am a crippled eunuch, I am a hot-blooded man after all." During the reign of the first emperor, the rebellion of the prince almost messed up the world. The court is in turmoil, and the people must suffer. Master Mingyuan, partisan disputes are a national taboo. If you can help the queen, then there will be one less disaster in this world. ”

In the end, Mingyuan was moved by Gao Fuli's words and should make this disgraceful errand.

Gao Welfare is a criminal minister, and it is not allowed to meet the queen in person. Therefore, the message can only be delivered by letter.

Therefore, Mingyuan often went in and out of the court on the grounds of explaining the scriptures.

Gao Fulu is very clear about all the big and small things in Beijing.

Meng Xilan read the letter, pondered for a moment, and then burned it, leaving no evidence.

"Letter, I've finished reading it, please ask the master to pass on a word for the palace."

Mingyuan put down the tea bowl and said, "Please speak." ”

Meng Xilan first stretched out four fingers, and then retracted them one by one: "Chop the grass and remove the roots." ”

Mingyuan's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard this, and he raised his head expressionlessly: "Amitabha, Niangniang, life and death are sometimes, good and evil are rewarded, please don't be too persistent." ”

Meng Xilan pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "Abbot, this palace is not a person who believes in fate. But Hongu believes in providence...... This palace is not a good person, this palace does not seek no fault in this life, but seeks no regrets. ”

What she should do, she will do.

Mingyuan sighed softly when he heard this, and clasped his hands together and said, "Yes, Lao Wei understands." ”

He knew that he couldn't persuade her, and in the past few years, everything he could and couldn't say had already been said. But the queen was still unmoved.

In his eyes, Meng Xilan is a person with wise roots, but unfortunately, she is unwilling to cultivate the Dharma, let alone give up the grievances and grievances in the world.

He could clearly see the anger in her eyes, and he could also feel the unknown resentment hidden between her eyebrows.

As the saying goes, crossing others and crossing oneself. If he can't see through the queen's heart for a day, he can't influence her for a day.