"Daddy...... He's gone to the morning court, and he won't be back until a while! Xia Qian thought for a moment and replied.

In the Fahua Temple, Mingyue and Kuo Tianchen accompanied the Lin family to go around the front hall, and then began to worship incense and ask for Buddha, Xia Qian found an excuse to take the two palace maids to the apse, and found the insulated host under the leadership of the monks.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately, I'm going to ask the host about the murderous luck, you guys are guarding here, don't let people in!"

After giving instructions to the palace maid, Xia Qian entered the meditation room where the insulating host was located alone.

"Lord Xia Shi, you said that King Yongshuo entrusted you to come to the poor monk before his death, but what evidence do you have?" The insulator, who was chanting the Buddha, raised his head and asked calmly.

Voucher?

Xia Qian was stunned in her mind, and the other party only said that she should go to find insulation, but did not say what certificate she wanted to take?

"This is the pure land of Buddhism, if the donor comes to ask the Buddha to chant the scriptures, he can go to the front hall, if he comes to copy the scriptures, he can go to the Buddha hall in the west. This is a place for poor monks to meditate, if there is nothing else, I hope the donor will not bother! ”

"Me?" Xia Qian's brows tightened, and after thinking about it, she quickly explained: "Host, I am Xia Qian, and I have some relationship with the general's mansion and the abbot of Yuanyi of your temple. I copied the Sanskrit text of this monastery, so think about it! ”

Twisting the Buddha beads, he didn't even raise his eyelids, and replied indifferently: "When people die and the lights go out, where is there any origin?" The donor has copied the scriptures in my temple, but whether it is Sanskrit or the Bodhisattva murals, a few bursts of rain and snow, there are only snow-white walls left! ”

？

What does this old monk mean?

She carefully copied the scriptures for a month, so that he said that the words "heavy rain and cold snow" were gone, she also read them just now, those scriptures, the murals made by Lu Jingheng are still on the wall, although they have faded, but the handwriting is clear, and it does not affect the beauty at all.

"Presiding, I'm trapped in the palace now, and I've taken a big risk to see you. If it weren't for my father's explanation before his death, I would never have come to ask you about it, and I hope that the master will give you guidance! ”

Insulation opened his eyes and looked at her for a while, twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand and continued to chant the scriptures.

Knowing that Kuo Tianchen, Fan Mang and others were still waiting in the front hall, she was anxious and didn't know what to do for a while.

"There must be a reason for the insulation's insistence. My identity is embarrassing now, maybe it is not suitable to come to you to ask about this matter, when Huo Zun comes back from the Mobei battlefield, I will tell him about it and let him come in person, this is his father's last wish after all!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Qian turned around and walked towards the door.

"Token!"

The words of the insulating abbot came from behind her, and Xia Qian paused, and her mind was even more confused.

"King Yongshuo has always been cautious in his work, and if he can let you come to visit the poor monk, he naturally believes in you, but the stakes are very high, even if the donor has great grace to Fahua Temple and great virtue to the people of Yi country, he must also hold a token!"

Xia Qian looked at the other party seriously, hesitated for a while and said, "Don't worry, host, I'll look for it when I go back." Since my father can tell me about this, he should leave a token! ”

Out of Fahua Temple, Xia Qian was thinking about the token all the way, and the Lin family was delirious, and it was useless to ask.

Huo Zun?

No!

She quickly rejected this idea, because Huo Feng's words were "If one day, I die, you will go to ......" Huo Zun was not mentioned in the sentence, obviously Huo Zun did not know about this matter.

Suddenly, she looked at her and thought of two words.

- Yue'er!

Thinking of Huo Feng looking at her that day and reading these two words in her mouth, she suddenly remembered the forgotten Xiao Yue'er.

Qin Xinyue?

"What about Qin Xinyue? Is she still in Mobei? Looking at Mingyu, Xia Qian suddenly asked.

Mingyu's face was stunned, and it seemed that it took a long time to react: "Young lady, do you mean the woman who lived in the North Courtyard before?" ”

"Yes!"

"This?" Mingyu thought for a while, locked her brows and said, "When the slave maid came back with the old lady, she was already dead, and it is said that she died a miserable death. You can ask Fan Mang, he knows more slaves and maids! ”

After returning to Murong Garden, Xia Qian couldn't wait to ask Fan Mang about Qin Xinyue.

"Young lady, why did you suddenly ask about her?"

Xia Qian sat down next to a wood paste tree and looked at each other calmly: "It's boring, just ask!"

"Young lady, don't you know that that woman can make our young master miserable. Of course, I have framed you more than once, and the young master can't wait to pull out her skin! ”

She looked at Fan Mang in surprise and sneered, "How come? Huo Zun couldn't hurt her too late! She's the one he's been thinking about for years! ”

"Oh, except for you, there is no second person in Qinglong City who doesn't know about this matter. That crazy woman, pregnant with someone else's child, pretended to be the flesh and blood of my young master. The child was raised in Qin Xinyue's belly for twelve months, not to mention, he was snatched away by his father during his lifetime, and died the next day...... That's right, it's the night before you came back to find the young master to take a break from school, and then fell into the lotus pond to give birth. We ran after the thief who stole the child with the young master for most of the night, but the man was the fireman in the house, and opened the family birthmark on the child's body to show us that the child was his. also dripped blood in front of us and confessed his relatives on the spot, and the young master was stupid at that time. ”

Xia Qian thought about it carefully, when she went to Huo Zun to repair the book that day, he was drunk and depressed, she felt inexplicable at the time, it turned out that she had been tricked by his beloved woman.

"And then?"

A lot of trees fell from the tree, and she picked it up and pinched it in her hand and looked at it casually.

"Later...... Later, the young lady, you fell into a coma, and all three women in the north courtyard were taken to Murong Yuan by Que Ming to feed the lions! ”

Xia Qian pinched Mu Ronghua's fingers and shook violently, and the flower fell to the ground.

She raised her head and looked at Fan Mang in disbelief: "What did you say?" What happened later? ”

"Hey the lion! Those women really deserve to die, causing the young lady to suffer a lot of grievances, and also causing the young master to suffer a lot. Especially that Qin Xinyue, I owe my young master to treat her so well. ”

Fan Mang said a lot like sifting beans, Xia Qian had no intention of listening to it again, and she couldn't sort out her thoughts after returning to Liuli Palace.

Huo Zun loved Qin Xinyue so much, how could he watch Que Ming feed her to the lion?

Since he found his little Yue'er, why did he call her that?

And Huo Feng, why does he also call her Yue'er?

Could it be that Qin Xinyue was not the person he was looking for, and she ......

How is it possible, she is a fine worker sent by Nankang, born in Chamao Village, thirty miles from Nankang Brewing Mountain, and her parents are tea farmers.

"Crown Princess!" A father-in-law came over with a glass box, looked at Xia Qian and said respectfully: "Crown Princess, this is the letter sent to you by General Huo and Prince Simon in the past two months, and the emperor ordered me to send it to you!"

Xia Qian took the letter and opened all the things Huo Zun had written for more than two months, and found that it was of little value except for shouting for warmth and complaining bitterly about wanting to die.

"Take it and burn it!" She sighed lightly and instructed the palace maid.

The palace maid picked up the letters from the ground, paused, and asked carefully: "The letters written by the general to the crown princess, a total of sixteen, all of them must be burned?" “

Sixteen?

Xia Qian's eyelids lifted!

When he was fighting in southern Xinjiang, she also wrote sixteen letters to him in half a year, in addition to shouting about the cold and complaining about lovesickness, she also reminded him that there was eyeliner around him, and he should be careful.

As for him, the letters from the border pass were spread all over Qinglong City, and he only wrote one to her in total, with four words on it - wait for me to come back!

She waited, and he returned!

But when he became an official and became a knight, he frantically took a concubine, humiliating and torturing her in the dark.

The past came back to her mind like a nightmare, and she replied firmly, "Yes, it's all burned." In the future, you don't have to hand over his letter to me, just burn it! ”

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