On that day, the blood stained inside and outside the Zichen Palace, and none of the 3,000 soldiers survived, and the commander was choked and hung on the palace wall to warn everyone.

Xingchen trembled, almost supported by Fengmian to go to the main hall.

She looked up, and the empress was sitting precariously, looking at herself with a sneer.

"It's done."

The Empress spoke slowly, waved her hand, and motioned for the Dark Guard to take the man.

Xingchen sat paralyzed on the ground, her brain buzzing was still the scolding she had heard in the palace wall just now, her third brother's voice was hoarse, blood was hanging from his mouth, and he tried his best to shout: Three thousand loyal souls will haunt her for a lifetime even if they turn into powerful ghosts, and they will not be at peace.

No peace......

Bu Yan was taken to the main hall by the secret guards, and what he saw was such a star, his face was covered with tears, and his eyes were scattered.

As soon as he felt a pain in his heart, he wanted to step forward to protect her in his arms, but when he stepped forward, he was blocked by Fengmian with his sleeve.

"Slow." Fengmian said softly.

Then he pulled the unstained and bowed down on his knees.

"The Chenwei Mountain Walker is sleeping, and the right one is inherited from the temple, please see Your Majesty."

The empress's expression changed, and when she looked at the two kneeling down, her expression was a little inquiring.

"You say you're a polder walker?"

Feng Mian glanced at Xingchen, who was paralyzed on the ground silently, and sighed faintly: "The minister didn't want to enter the world originally, but I was afraid that you would misinterpret the princess a little." ”

The Empress nodded and motioned for the people around her to give her a seat.

Fengmian Long Sleeves replied, but he was not polite, pulled Xingchen and sat down, took a sip of tea, it tasted good, and handed a cup to Xingchen.

Xingchen unconsciously took the hot tea and poured a cup violently, which eased up a little.

Belch...... Isn't it strange that she sits in the front hall in all directions? She still understands some of the rules of the court, if it weren't for the old ministers with equal achievements, she would never be able to enjoy such treatment.

No, Feng Mian next to her looks young, and she doesn't have any position, why does she sit so calmly?

This...... It made her a little trance-like.

However, for safety reasons, she silently moved away from her chair and knelt on the ground in silence again.

Seeing her like this, Feng Mianle didn't care about it and just continued: "Empress, aren't you afraid that I will talk about it? ”

The Empress smiled, silent.

Seeing her like this, Feng Mian naturally understood in his heart, so he slowly spoke: "In the autumn of the eleventh year old, next to Lihu Lake, love was beginning to bloom. ”

He didn't know what he said, but the Empress was terrified when she heard it.

He said that in the autumn when she was eleven years old, she was playing by Lihu Lake, and she saw Li Jing, who was still a prince at the time, wearing a purple robe, holding a folding fan, and the long robe was independent of the bow of the boat. Just one glance, and you can never forget it. Since then, he has used all his means to snatch his sister's opportunity to enter the palace, and he has been fighting step by step in this palace of open and secret fighting, in order to be able to stand by this young man's side one day and call him a husband.

Now, many years have passed, and the mentality and identity are no longer what they used to be. As the king of Dayong, she knows the secret of the country's single emperor: the polder mountain walker, hidden in the world with the five elements array, and his people know the rise and fall of the world with one thought, and the past and future affairs of people with one thought.

She is stubborn by nature, no longer the so-called fate, and has never been noncommittal about this secret. However, today, the appearance of this teenager made her have to believe.

She looked carefully at the young man who had sat down for a long time, and then sighed leisurely.

"The Creator is really eccentric."

Feng Mian smiled and shook his head.

"There is no partiality at all, what you gain is what you lose, and the more you gain, the more you lose. Things in the world are often like sand in our hands, we think we hold it, but in fact it has passed. ”

What he said in his mouth is really what he thinks in his heart, and the so-called polder mountain walker knows the world and knows the people's hearts and sophistry, and this remark comes from the bottom of his heart.

I didn't feel it, and I glanced at Fengmian. The young man's expression did not change, he still smiled lightly, but the words that came out of his mouth seemed to accumulate the heaviness of thousands of years, and for some reason, he seemed to be able to feel the blind veil in the young man's eyes.

He folded his hands, closed his eyes and silently recited a Buddhist scripture, and couldn't help but comfort him aloud:

"The matter is gone, but the living are safe."

Above the high hall, he suddenly laughed.

"I have no ability, but my luck is very good, the left is the polder mountain walker, and the right is the heir of the temple, all of whom are people who have received the grace of heaven and great wisdom and wisdom, which is really enviable."

Xingchen was originally shocked by the interaction between Fengmian and the empress, and was still thinking about what this polder mountain walker and the heir of the relict temple was, which could make her mother empress attach so much importance to it, but she didn't think of it, but she realized that this topic was actually gathered on her again.

She looked up at the Empress.

A little weakly said: "The mother emperor has praised it falsely, I don't know what kind of walker or what kind of successor." I only ask the Mother to answer what I asked you before. After speaking, he bowed down.

The Empress nodded.

"I will not break my promise, but after today, you can go."

Xingchen should have been happy, but this was just at this time, his heart was pressed by the blood and lives inside and outside the Zichen Palace, and he really couldn't be happy, so he had to possess himself and thank Ende. Then he glanced at the unstained beside him, and said with difficulty: "Then this monk ......"

Buzhan snatched her step to speak.

"I am willing to stay, the grace of the temple, I will not forget it for a day, the Buddha should not be abused by people in this way when he enters Middle Earth."

His voice was as warm and nice as before, but at this time Xingchen only felt cold and powerless, she glanced at it and pulled her mouth, but found that she couldn't pull out a smile, so she had to give up and ask him stiffly: "Then you said to take me away before, did you lie to me?" ”

Undyed couldn't bear to look at her, frowning and closing his eyes.

After a long time, he spoke, and said word by word: "I am responsible for this life, and I only want the next life." ”

"I am responsible for this life, and the next life ...... I don't want an afterlife! ”

Xingchen looked at it fixedly, endured the discomfort of his lower body, and pinched his nails into the flesh.

"I just want to hear the truth, your truth."

Buzhan still frowned, didn't look at her, and didn't speak.

Xingchen was unwilling, didn't care about anything else, stepped forward in three or two steps, stepped forward to be unstained, endured the tears of the afternoon, and fell in a slump.

"If you're afraid that the mother won't let me go, there's no need, you know, as long as I'm with you, I'm willing to be trapped for the rest of my life. Do you know how sad I am when I killed the third brother and killed all the soldiers outside the Zichen Hall who were sincere to my father. When I was hiding behind the palace walls, my mind was empty, and I thought if you could be by my side, I would ......."

Her words suddenly stopped, only because she felt a sharp pain in her throat, and then the sweet and fishy smell in her mouth surged upward, and the hand that was holding the unstained suddenly loosened, and she turned her head to look at the person on the high seat in disbelief.

However, she couldn't see clearly, her eyes were blurry, and the sweetness in her mouth could no longer be suppressed, flowing down the corners of her mouth.

She heard an exclamation, and then she was caught in someone's arms. There was some ink in her arms, it smelled good, but she was afraid, afraid that in this life, she would never smell it again.

The pain of the head tearing, every muscle and bone of the body is like being bitten by insects and ants, the flesh and blood are sucked, and the pain is unbearable.

She really couldn't figure it out, it was her mother, even if she was to die, it shouldn't be such a sad and painful way to die, she suddenly laughed, with a mouth full of blood, looking at the person who should be closest to her in her life.

"I don't hate you."

It was the last thing she said.

Then he spat blood from his mouth, and the big flowers stained the original dust-like clothes, and the original vivid face withered and died in an instant. Buzhan just watched the life of the person in his arms being pulled away little by little by something, and suddenly understood what it was like to have a heartache.

Looking back 500 times in the past life, only once in this life. The Buddha became a Buddha because of great love, and I wish to sink into the red dust of the world because of my small love, and I will never die.

Buyan hugged her tightly, his forehead was bruised, his hands trembled violently, and he gently touched the cheek of the person in his arms.

He said softly: "Silly girl, I will accompany you to the next life." ”

After speaking, he wiped the blood from her mouth, got her clothes in order, lay down beside her, and then performed Buddhism in front of everyone.

"I can't live up to the teachings of the temple, and I don't have the ability to continue to mess up Buddhism in Middle-earth, I hope you will forgive me."

After speaking, without waiting for everyone to react, he stabbed the dagger into his chest with his backhand.

Feng Mian was startled, and the splitter stepped forward to seize it. But he was still a step too late, the knife only stabbed into his body obliquely, blood gushed out, and he put his hands together and smiled, and fell to the place where the stars were lying.

In the next life, be an ordinary person.

You're not a princess, you don't have a pretty look.

I'm not a monk of the relict monastery, so I don't have any responsibilities to Buddhism.

We are together, eating, drinking, playing and playing, ten years and ten years, simply and happily, but ......