The carriage swayed to Youfu, and the house had already received the news, and the family was waiting at the door.

As soon as the carriage stopped, You Tingjiao got down first, "Father! Aunt! ”

The third aunt was full of spring breeze, pinched the handkerchief, and took a few steps to hold You Tingjiao's hand, "Jiaojiao!" You're so angry for our family! As he spoke, he squinted at You Tingrong, who was two steps behind, and couldn't hide his pride.

You Guitai also rarely showed a smiling face, and the three of them stood together, looking at it was indeed a harmonious family.

You Tingrong's heart was cold, and he couldn't remember if it was the same scene when he was selected. But she remembered that her father asked her to ask Shan Yunxin for an official position, remembered that she had continuously donated the silver taels she had obtained to her mother's family, and remembered that her father embezzled 9,000 taels of silver, and her prince Yi An was raised.

She always wanted to please her father, and she was eager to win glory for her mother's family, and the love she asked for was too cheap.

Mrs. You silently tightened You Tingrong's hand and comforted her in a low voice, "It's okay, let's marry an ordinary family and live in peace for a lifetime." ”

You Tingrong's eyes were red when he was said by this sentence, in his previous life, his mother was always pressed by the third aunt, You Tingrong desperately fought for favor, and wanted to fight for his mother, but unfortunately, he entered the palace for only three years, and his mother died of illness.

"My daughter is fine, don't worry."

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Imperial Palace - Qianqing Palace

The bright moon hung high, and the former head of the palace often leaned against the door of the inner hall to take a nap, and the slightest wind and grass in the dormitory trotted in, "Long live the lord!" ”

Shan Yunxin was short of breath, his long eyebrows were in his sideburns, his deep eye sockets and thick eyelashes cast a small shadow. The narrow eyes were red, full of anger, and the thin lips opened lightly, "Concubine." There was a low breath of air.

"Long live the Lord, you command." Chang Shun crawled with a roll, hunched over and waiting for Shan Yunxin's orders.

Shan Yunxin sat up with his hands propped up, cold sweat wet his sideburns, and his body revealed an aura that no one should enter, and raised his hand slightly.

Chang Shun respectfully helped him to get up, and the attendants on the side surrounded him and lightly changed the emperor's sweaty bedclothes.

"What time is it?" Shan Yunxin's voice was low.

"Back to Long Live Lord's words, it's only the fifth watch." Chang Shun replied softly, and cautiously said to care: "Is the Anshen incense sent by the Inspiration Temple still useful?" ”

"Add more, I'll see how it will break."

When Chang Shun was about to retreat, he opened his mouth and ordered: "Please invite a golden Buddha from the Inspiration Temple to be offered in the side hall." ”

Shan Yunxin's eyes were cold and frightening, Chang Shun, who had served for twenty years, felt the emperor's murderous intent, and as the emperor's prestige grew, the slave became more and more incomprehensible.

In the hall, Shan Yunxin's big hand with distinct bones covered the position of his heart. The nightmare of the days was finally unveiled tonight, and the life of the dream was over. The strange thing is that the most important thing in the dream is not the military and political affairs, but a little woman that hurts his heart.

As a result, Concubine Shu's strangled cervical vertebrae and bloody strangulation marks still linger in her mind.

In his dream, his concubine, Yi An's mother-in-law, died in his carefully renovated Changle Palace.

Changle Palace, after they had a child, Shan Yunxin selected it for Concubine Shu, and personally inscribed the words on the plaque. Due to Concubine Shu's humble family background, although he can't give Queen Shufei the throne, he is willing to give her all the favor and hope that she will be happy forever.

It's a pity that the original pretense of being cold and grounded was taken advantage of, and Concubine Shu died so miserably in this palace he personally chosen.

Shan Yunxin exhaled slowly, it doesn't matter, if the dream is true, he has already taken the lead. He will get rid of all those who disobey and hinder him one by one, and the rivers and mountains and beauties are all in his hands.

Thinking of this, Shan Yunxin immediately revised a letter and sent it to Ouyang Yaling, the deputy general on the front line of the border pass, this is the killing move he arranged in the army, if he can win the victory in advance, he can not only make meritorious contributions to Ouyang, but also allow the army to return to the DPRK as soon as possible to fight against the prime minister.

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Yufu

Since You Tingjiao was elected, the wind and rain at home have been going to be windy and rainy, and the third aunt has taken out all her furniture to subsidize her daughter. There were a lot of clothes and jewelry, and they were so busy that the mother and daughter even left behind the old lady to say goodbye.

You Tingrong stayed by the old lady's side every day, and accompanied the old lady to copy several volumes of scriptures.

The old lady plucked the Buddha beads, lowered her eyes and looked at You Tingrong, who was elegant, and sighed secretly: It's a pity, Rong'er is demure and calm, and she can be matched with a high position.

The old lady was born in a peasant family, and she had spent half her life studying and becoming an official for You Guitai, and she was already full of white hair, and her maroon skin was rough and dull. You Tingrong is the eldest daughter, she is honest and honest, and her filial piety is in the eyes of the old lady, but it is a pity that she has no ability as an old woman and can't find a good home for her granddaughter.

"Rong'er." After a long silence, the old lady called out in dialect.

"What does grandmother command?" You Tingrong looked at the old lady with a smile.

The old lady shook her head gently, "You are calm, my grandmother has always wanted to go to the Inspiration Temple to worship the Buddha, but unfortunately the mountain is difficult to climb, these days you and your mother will go to the temple to live, recite the scriptures for me for a few days, and also ask for a good family for yourself." ”

The old lady thought that You Tingjiao was arrogant and arrogant these days, so she asked You Tingrong to avoid it for a while, and when You Tingjiao entered the palace, she would talk to You Guitai about it.

You Tingrong of course appreciated, "The granddaughter must be sincere, grandmother can rest assured." ”

The old lady instructed Mother Zhou in the room to prepare her things and called the carriage, "It's sunny today, let's leave early, and in a few days, Grandmother will let Mother Zhou pick you up." ”

The two of them each took a maid and went on the road.

As for You Tingjiao, she came to the main house to show off, but she pounced, and lost her temper again, saying that her grandmother was eccentric.

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The Inspiration Temple is the largest temple on the outskirts of the capital and a place where the royal family worships every year. Covering an area of 90 acres, the central axis layout is large-scale.

The maid helped the young lady and the lady all the way up the stairs, worshiped the Zhengguanyin Pavilion, and arrived at the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Mrs. You was dressed in plain clothes, because of fatigue, her face was pale, her eyebrows and eyes were docile, and there were only two hostas on her head. ”

You heard that Rong saw that her mother was not in good spirits, and persuaded: "It's better for my daughter to arrange the guest hall first, and my mother is also tired, so I bathe and burn incense before worshipping, which is also more respectful." ”

Mrs. You nodded, and the monk kindly led her to the guest hall on the right back side of the Heavenly King Palace, and the maid followed closely with her baggage.

You Tingrong stood alone in front of the big incense burner in front of the hall, looking up, the roof was ridged high, the eaves were gentle, and the atmosphere was magnificent.

According to the rules, only the queen can worship the Buddha with the emperor, so even if You Tingrong is favored again, accompanying the emperor on a parade and escaping the summer, he has never come to the Inspiration Temple with Shan Yunxin to pray for incense. You Tingrong once thought that these were just false names, and he would be content to make a promise with his husband.

But when she was strangled to death in Changle Palace, Shan Yunxin took Concubine Chi to the Inspiration Temple to pray for blessings. Only then did she realize that it was not that she could not make an exception, but that the emperor did not want to make an exception.

It took her lifetime before she was able to see the true face of the Temple of Inspiration.

You Tingrong bowed outside the hall and went to the guest hall.

Many low tables were set up under the corridor of the guest hall for the pilgrims to drink tea and play chess. A man in white is playing chess alone.

You Tingrong approached and saw the chess game clearly.

The man was also alarmed by the footsteps, and the two looked at each other, You Tingrong only felt familiar, and nodded politely.

The moment they looked at each other, Chi Qinglang's breathing tightened a little.

The woman in front of her was wearing a moon-white Luo skirt, with black hair and snow skin, a slender waist and a graceful posture. Seeing that people were leaving, Chi Qinglang said with red ears: "Miss, does there a way to break the game?" ”

You Tingrong was a little surprised, but still replied softly: "If the son doesn't dislike it, the little girl is willing to give it a try." ”

Chi Qinglang was overjoyed, hurriedly got up, and thoughtfully took a handkerchief and wiped the futon for her.

You Tingrong's Go was taught by Shan Yunxin, the emperor loves to play chess, and his twelve years of hard work have not been in vain. The two played against each other, and the victory and defeat were divided with a cup of tea.

"I conceded." You Tingrong smiled brightly, and his eyes seemed to be full of starlight.

Chi Qinglang was originally a little depressed, but being laughed at by this made a mess.

You Tingrong has lived two lives, so he naturally sees it clearly, "Childe's chess skills still need to be improved!" She had never been admired by a young man, only she had flattered and obeyed the emperor, and carefully prayed for the love of her sweetheart, and no one ever looked at her with such eyes.

Chi Qinglang's face was flushed, and the gentle sons of the family on weekdays couldn't lift their heads when they said a word, and stumbled and said: "Can you give Xiaosheng another chance?" ”

You Tingrong nodded, "Please take the sunspot first." ”

While the two were talking, a woman's light voice came from behind them, "Okay, my brother actually played chess and completely left my sister behind?" ”

You Tingrong was shocked, the chess pieces in his hand fell on the stone table, rolling and settled, and the defeat was done.

Turning around, a beauty in purple and wide-sleeved gorgeous clothes was standing with a man in a black robe, like a pair of beautiful people.

You Tingrong's face turned white in an instant, it was Chi Qinghuan and Shan Yunxin.