Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Old Man
"Yo, why did Lang Jun get here?"
A piercing questioning voice sounded, and his tone was thick and bitter.
Zhu Jun looked back, and saw Mrs. Li standing outside the three zhangs, with thin eyebrows and sharp jaws, Qiong nose and cherry lips, a flying bun on her head, a green ornament and a golden pendant, and a light green glazed bright moon bell in her ears, and the pendant shook violently, revealing a trace of hurry.
At this moment, his face was smiling, but he couldn't smile to the bottom of his eyes, the sharpness in his eyes flashed, and Ying Ying stepped forward, "Do you want to open this lock for Lang Jun?" ”
"No need." Zhu Jun frowned.
"This singing voice is not bad, better than the kabuki in the house, is it really useless?" Li's tone rose slightly, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Zhu Jun with a smile.
Zhu Junqiang suppressed the boredom in his heart, "You don't like her, why do you want to keep her." ”
Throw your sleeves and leave.
"I'm happy." Li sneered at Zhu Jun's back, if he really thought he was a character, he didn't want to shake up in front of her, his expression was full of scorn and disdain.
The singing in my ears did not stop, and the hoarse voice was really noisy.
Li Shi glanced back at the deserted courtyard wall, and there was more self-satisfaction on his face, this is the handle of her life, of course she has to keep it well, with this handle in her hand, Zhu Jun has to respect her well.
——*——*——
The snow is melting, and the spring breeze is blowing on the ground.
On the official road to Luoyang, an inconspicuous carriage was galloping quickly, and the owner of the carriage, regardless of the bumps, kept urging the driver to drive faster, hoping to be faster.
"Lady, you can't be faster, not to mention whether your body can withstand it, the horse will not be able to stand it."
"I'm fine, just go to the next post station and change horses."
"Lady ......"
"Ah Shen, don't say it, I shouldn't have listened to him and went back to Qinghe, my eldest brother is dead, Aya is gone, I can't hide back in Qinghe, listen to the bad news from others, and do nothing."
The two masters and servants in the carriage were Hua Lingyi and Shen Fei.
Hua Lingyi's regret was overflowing, "I have to do something, I can't watch the Hua family die, if the Hua family is gone, I have to live for the rest of my life, it is better to die." ”
When Shen Fei heard this, she was shocked, she was afraid that her lady would not be able to think about it, so she hurriedly persuaded: "Lady, don't think so, you have Qilang, Baniang and Sixteen Niang, and Sixteen Niang is only four months old." ”
"She's still so young, how can you be willing to give it up, you can't have such thoughts."
"Sixteen?"
Hua Lingyi's tears flowed out at once, "Do you see that Sixteen is still mine?" "Half a month ago, after her daughter entered the palace, the eunuchs in the palace came directly to the house and announced: The little lady is liked by the queen mother, and she will live in the palace for a long time in the future.
"Of course it's yours, she was born to a lady, and no one can snatch it away."
"Yes, I'm her aunt." Hua Lingyi wiped away her tears and opened her eyes wide, as long as she was alive, she would raise her daughter herself, and she would never give it to that woman.
With his hands clenched into fists, his decision to return to Luo Jing became more and more firm.
Her husband Zhang Ying promised her that as long as she returned to Qinghe, she would overturn the case for the Hua family and ensure that the Hua family was safe, but all the way north, what she was waiting for was the death of Aya and the imprisonment of everyone in the Hua family......
Return to Qinghe and settle down Qilang and Banniang.
She couldn't wait to rush south, not wanting to delay for a moment.
It took ten days to go to Qinghe in the north, and in Luojing in the south, she was so anxious that she left all the servants and guards halfway through, and it took less than six days to arrive outside Luojing.
"Enter the city today from the Chengming Gate."
Hearing this, the driver hurriedly drank his horse, and somewhat suspected that he had heard it wrong.
The owner's Hehuifang is the most convenient to enter the city from the Changxia Gate.
Until Hua Lingyi's voice sounded again, "Don't go back to Hehuifang first, let's go to Yaoguang Temple." "Yaoguang Temple is in the northeast of Miyagi, and the nearest city gate is the Chang Gate and the Chengming Gate.
But when you enter the city from the gate to go to Yaoguang Temple, you have to bypass the gold market, which has always been prosperous and lively, and the merchants are like clouds, and she doesn't want her husband Zhang Ying to know about her return to Beijing for the time being.
Therefore, it is most appropriate to enter the city from Chengming Gate.
The coachman answered and resumed his carriage.
Shen Fei in the carriage looked at Hua Lingyi in surprise, and didn't even have time to open her mouth to stop her, "If the lady doesn't go back to Hehuifang, what are you going to do in Yaoguang Temple?" ”
"Go see an old man." Hua Lingyi lowered her eyes.
Yaoguang Temple is a royal temple, since the previous dynasty, concubines and famous girls, people who believe in Buddhism, like to go to Yaoguang Temple to settle down and send out their homes, or live in the temple, wear hair to practice.
Shen Fei looked at her lady's expression, and couldn't help but have more worry in her eyes.
She didn't believe that the lady would become a nun, but she was worried that the lady had a fiery temperament and would do something impulsively, and even she, who had been with the lady since childhood, couldn't guess.
I also remembered the character of Lord Lang, and never showed affection to these servants.
Shen Fei hesitated to report to Lord Lang.
Suddenly, I heard Hua Lingyi say: "Ah Shen, if you want the Hua family to be saved, don't go and tell Lord Lang that I have returned to Beijing." ”
As soon as these words came out, Shen Fei was directly frozen.
She, like her mother, doesn't want the Hua family to be gone.
She was born in the Hua family and is a servant of the Hua family, even if her family married to the Zhang family with her mother, there are still some relatives in the Hua family, and she also hopes that they will be safe.
Shen Fei decisively extinguished all dissent.
Yaoguang Temple as a royal temple, magnificent, gorgeously built, the temple is planted with rare wood and herbs, there are countless more, there are more than 500 rooms in the lecture hall alone.
At present, the presiding name of Yaoguang Temple is Miaode, and the common name is Gao Hui, from the famous Bohai Gao family.
Since childhood, he was frail and sickly, lived in Yaoguang Temple, and grew up, he liked Buddhism, voluntarily entered the empty door, and became a nun, and he also had a good reputation in Luojing City.
"You didn't go back to Qinghe, why did you come back again?"
Miaode, dressed in plain Zen clothes, sat cross-legged on the tuft of the clamour, and the bhikshuni in the temple led Hua Lingyi into her meditation room, and she only glanced at it lightly, and then withdrew her gaze.
The bhikshuni withdrew from the meditation room, and Fahrenheit knelt down on the cushion opposite Myode, "It seems that you are quite well informed. ”
Miao De didn't answer, "Say, what did you come to me for?" ”
"I want to see Empress Dowager Yang, you are the host of Yaoguang Temple, you can enter and leave the palace freely, you can help me deliver a letter to the palace."
Hearing this, Miao De's hand suddenly grabbed the dust in his hand, and his eyes showed a bit of incredulity, "What do you want to do?" Don't come nonsense. ”
Hua Lingyi looked at the person in front of him fixedly, about the perennial Buddha's sake, the bright facial features, not as amazing as they were back then, but they looked peaceful and quiet, covered by wide Zen clothes, and his posture was still as slender as before, "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" ”
"Poor Ni is just reminding you not to trouble him."
↓ Look for the following URLs, others are counterfeit ↓
( = Old Song)