Shen Miaoyan walked up the last step and looked up, the three black and gold characters of "Cheng'en Temple" were reflecting a faint and simple luster in the autumn sun.

The corners of the plaque are a little mottled because of their age.

This is still the same plaque from the past.

She looked at the smiling white fat abbot again, and secretly said that this abbot was not the monk he was back then.

After entering the Cheng'en Temple, you can vaguely hear the sound of chanting coming from the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The white fat abbot led the way in front and said with a smile: "The meal in the temple has been prepared, Your Majesty is here, please." ”

They bypassed the Daxiong Treasure Hall and passed through several moon gates, and the further they went, the more secluded the environment became.

Finally entered a quiet meditation temple in the innermost room, and the abbot retreated.

Chu Huanian motioned for the attendants to stay outside the courtyard, stepped in with Shen Miaoyan by himself, pointed to a table of fasting rice and said with a smile: "Look, this fasting meal is really good." ”

Shen Miaoyan sat down with him, and when he saw that there was still wine on the table, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, this was probably what Chu Huanian ordered.

On the other side, Chu Huanian rolled up his sleeves and poured a glass of wine with a smile, "Wonderful words, I respect you for this glass." ”

Shen Miaoyan's eyebrows curled, and he poured himself a glass of wine, but he clearly smelled the drug-like smell in the wine.

When drinking, she quietly covered her small mouth with her sleeves, stared at the clear osmanthus wine, and secretly said that this guy was becoming more and more unscrupulous, and the temple, under the nose of the Buddha, dared to do such a reluctance to do such a thing.

She lowered her eyes, drank the wine, and spat it all on the veil.

Chu Huanian's pot of wine was about no problem, he drank half a pot, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was pouring out his heart and lungs to say nice words: "I used to know that you were a beautiful embryo, but now when I see it, it is really a rare country and city in the world......"

"You have been married to the royal brother since you were a child, but something went wrong in the middle. Wonderful words, now that you have returned to Chu State, why don't you continue to fulfill the marriage contract? Although the imperial brother is gone, I am willing to replace him......"

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to cover Shen Miaoyan's hand.

Shen Miaoyan smiled and quietly withdrew his hand, "The emperor is drunk." ”

"Traveling with beauty, how can I get drunk?"

A furnace of incense in the corner is burning.

He was already a heart, and he wanted to continue to tease Shen Miaoyan, but he saw her shaking the wine in the cup, and her voice was extremely cold: "Do you know where the gap between you and Chu Yun is?" ”

Chu Huanian was stunned, how could she be so sober?

Shen Miaoyan clutched the wine cup, "He has faith in his heart, worships God and Buddha, he is at least a person." And you, under the nose of the Buddha, dare to burn such a dirty thing as love incense, and you still want to do that kind of thing in the temple, Chu Huanian, you are not even as good as a beast. ”

With that, she poured the glass of wine in his face.

Chu Huanian closed his eyes and let the cold wine slide down his face, but a cold and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Sure enough, he is a spicy person, presumably in bed for a while, the taste must be, wonderful......"

Before the words could land, he slammed into Shen Miaoyan.

He is the emperor of the state of Chu!

The whole world is his, he just wants to taste this woman, how dare she resist?!

Shen Miaoyan turned sideways expressionlessly, picked up the wine jug on the table casually, and smashed it directly on his head!

Chu Huanian could avoid it, Shen Miaoyan made a knife in one hand, and hit him the side of his neck.

The man shook, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Shen Miaoyan wiped his hands in disgust, knowing that there were all his guards outside the courtyard at this time, so he didn't go out from the front door, but went around to the back door and sneaked out of this secluded courtyard quietly.

She shuttled alone through the Cheng'en Temple, and unconsciously walked to a courtyard full of pomegranate trees.

It's autumn, and the fallen pomegranate leaves have spread a thick layer on the ground, and there is no sound when you step on it.

She looked up at a pomegranate tree in the center, which was much thicker than the year she had left.

The branches are almost bare, crisscrossed with blue-gray branches, splitting the high blue sky into pieces.

Such a pomegranate tree cannot hide people.

She still remembers the Buddha Bathing Festival that year, and the ground was covered with fiery red pomegranate flowers.

She hid in this tree, the man was wearing a jade white brocade robe, a gold silk inlaid jade belt around his waist, stepping on a pair of auspicious cloud boots, and walking under the tree with his hands.

He folded a branch of pomegranate flowers and chanted, "I see that there is no such tree in the forest, only the peach willow occupies the year."

Xu found her hiding in a tree, and after chanting the poem, he looked up at her.

In the sun, she still remembered the handsome face when he raised his head.

But the face that should be gentle and modest has a pair of extremely sharp eyes.

She fell from the tree in fright.

……

Shen Miaoyan stood under the bare tree with her hands in her hands, closed her eyes, and inexplicably burst into tears.

She broke off a pomegranate branch that still had green leaves, and walked away.

Zhang Qiyun had already waited outside the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and when he saw her coming, he said softly: "Do you want to return to the palace?" ”

Shen Miao was silent, silently stepped into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, as if a sacrifice, and gently placed the pomegranate branch on the incense table.

She raised her head and looked reverently at the golden Buddha statue, "I don't know if there is a god in the world, but if you really exist, please protect him...... He is worthy of the common people, worthy of his family and country, and the only thing he is sorry for in this life is the holy decree that should not be given. Now that I think about it, he probably repented day and night, right? ”

The Buddha looked down at her with slender eyebrows and eyes, compassionately.

The late autumn lotus flower enshrined in front of the incense case is opening holy, petal by petal.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Miaoyan smiled with red circles in her eyes, and turned to leave.

There is a little monk who is learning to chant the scriptures, and the sound of chanting is full of ignorance, and it is scattered in the mountain temple with the wind:

“…… Under the Dou rate Heavenly Palace, the palace descended, and the snow ridge was repaired. The top of the magpie's nest, a three-story barrier, six years of asceticism. If a person takes refuge in the Great Enlightenment, he will not fall into ......"

She and Zhang Qiyun left Cheng'en Temple straight from the inaccessible back mountain gate, and went to the cemetery of the Shen Guogong Mansion again.

Chu Huanian was here before, and she didn't think she could worship her family properly.

Entering the cemetery, she stepped straight into the Shen family ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is dimly lit.

She knelt on the futon in the room, facing the hundreds of tablets, and finally her eyes fell on the tablets of her father and grandmother.

She had a lot of grievances to tell them.

She knew that in their eyes, no matter how old she grew up, she was still a little child.

The autumn afternoon sun shone through the lattice, jumping on the hem of her skirt.

She told them in detail about the eight years she had left the Chu State.

When it comes to joy, she smiles like a little girl who has never been in the world.

Speaking of the injury, tears spread down his eyes as if he was being bullied and asked his father for protection.

This life is very long, but it is also very short.

It's been eight years, and those eight years are incomparably long for her, but now it's only half an hour.

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