The next day, the morning light was faint, and the sky was still covered with a layer of azure, and the light clouds had been cleaned up, and they went out with the flying snow and the moon and got into the carriage that the butler had prepared early in the morning.

Jufu Nunnery is at the foot of Tan Mountain in the western suburbs, although the terrain is remote, but because the Bodhisattva in the nunnery is very effective, the incense is also relatively vigorous, and the pilgrims who come and go to ask for the Buddha to petition are endless.

The abbot was a woman of nearly fifty years old, with a calm face and elegant conversation, and when she saw the light clouds, she made a Buddha and said, "Amitabha! The donor's filial piety is rare, and the poor nun is deeply grateful, so please come with me! ”

Qingyun returned the Buddha salute, "Thank you, abbot!" ”

Qingyun and the others were arranged in a wing room in the west corner of the backyard of the nunnery, which was simply furnished, but elegant and simple, revealing a cicada quiet atmosphere everywhere.

As soon as the abbot left, her apprentice kindly told Qingyun about the general situation in the nunnery, and specially reminded that the wing room in the south was forbidden and should not be disturbed easily.

Although Qingyun and the others were curious, they didn't want to ask too much, so they had to write it down according to their words.

Three days later, the emperor finally came to Jufuan, but not with great fanfare, but in disguise, with only a few entourage guards.

When the emperor arrived, it was impossible for Jufuan not to prepare, and the abbot took someone to greet him at the door in person, and respectfully sent the Nangong Mausoleum into the east wing.

Qingyun hid in the tallest and densest locust tree in the nunnery, and quietly observed the emperor's actions.

I saw Nangong Ling, dressed in brocade clothes, kneeling on the ground and begging bitterly to the south wing: "Mother, the child begs you to meet!" ”

Qingyun was shocked, the person living in this south wing room was the emperor's mother! She couldn't help but glance at the emperor again.

Nangong Ling's handsome and majestic face was covered with a trace of melancholy, and those melancholy clouds lingered between his heroic eyebrows, making his whole person look a little melancholy, which actually made Qingyun feel a trace of sympathy.

He knelt on the bluestone floor tiles with his waist straight, and even kneeling like this could not erase the sacrosanct majesty that belonged to the emperor on his body.

He knelt straight like that, which reminded Qingyun of the half-body bodhisattva molded in the temple, majestic and sacred, which made people feel awe.

"Ask the mother to see her son!" Nangong Ling's slightly hoarse voice echoed in Qingyun's ears, pulling the trance-like Qingyun back to reality.

After a long time, a gentle and calm voice came from the room, "Go back!" The poor nun is no longer a person in the red dust, alone, without worry, why should the donor bother himself! ”

"Mother!" Nangong Mausoleum was sad.

The gentle and calm voice sounded again, "There is only Jechen here, and there is no imperial concubine, please go back!" ”

Nangong Ling still knelt on the ground and did not move, and the guard Ye Cheng beside him saw that the master had been kneeling for so long, and he was afraid of hurting his body, so he persuaded him: "Your Majesty, you better get up, the concubine doesn't want you to kneel here and hurt your body, you will only make the concubine embarrassed!" ”

Nangong Ling's face was cold and solemn, and he couldn't hear his persuasion at all, and still knelt on the green bricks like a mountain.

Ye Cheng continued to persuade: "Now that the situation is unstable, the concubine Niangniang is afraid that the emperor will be so avoided, after all, if the queen mother knows, I am afraid that she will inevitably have thoughts in her heart!" You're kneeling here like this, and if someone sees it, I'm afraid ......."

Nangong Ling's lowered eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp light burst out from the dark eyes, and Ye Cheng, who was looking directly, was shocked.

He finally heard Ye Cheng's persuasion, bowed to the south wing three times, and then got up and left to return to the east wing.

At night, Nangong Ling was depressed, so he went out of the east wing room and wanted to go away, and suddenly heard a piano sound from the west, the piano sound was bleak and poignant, like a sad person's low cry, and when he played to the climax, the piano sound was a little sobbing and stagnant, and it seemed to be choked when it was in pain.

The sound of the piano was in line with his mood at the moment, so he involuntarily approached the sound.

The west wind was bitterly cold, penetrating into the skin through Nangong Ling's thin robe, and a cold swept through his body, but it was not as sad and cold as in his heart.

The sky was stormy, and clumps of light clouds floated and surging around the cold cold moon, as if mocking the loneliness and coldness of the cold moon.

A woman in white sat quietly in front of the piano table under the cold moon, elegantly stroking the piano to the moon.

The shadow of the moon swayed, scattering the bamboo shadows on the woman's dress, as if a dark flower had bloomed.

The woman in white has a graceful posture and a light body, but she is thin and pitiful.

The woman seemed to be silent in the sound of her own piano, and she didn't notice that someone was coming behind her.

"Why is this sound so bleak?" Nangong Ling couldn't help but ask out loud.

The woman's pure hand that plucked the strings like jade suddenly paused, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, obviously interrupted by the sudden sound of Nangong Ling.

But the woman was not flustered, she didn't even look back, she still sat quietly by the piano stand, turned her back to him and whispered: "Only sad people can hear the sadness of the piano sound, instead of asking why the piano sound is desolate, it is better to ask your own state of mind!" ”

The woman's voice is as graceful and beautiful as a Jiangnan woman, but with a hint of cold and glamorous calm, as delicate as the flower bones that have just been beaten out of the branches in early spring, which makes people pity, but it is so gorgeous that people can't help but take a second look.

The mysterious quiet charm in this woman's voice made people can't help but feel itchy in their hearts, and they can't wait to step forward to see her face immediately.