Yue Guo.

City of the Four Winds.

Imperial palace harem, Hanyue Palace.

This is the bedroom of Princess Hanyue of Yue Kingdom.

Ghost Festival.

The moon is full, and the stars are shining.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and naturally it also fell in the back garden of the Hanyue Palace.

The lotus pond is calm and waveless, reflecting the full moon as if it has really fallen into the water.

A lamp hangs in the pavilion by the lotus pond, and a person stands by the lotus pond outside the pavilion.

She looked at the moon in the water, and the sadness on her face was cooler than the cold moonlight.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the moon in the sky.

She opened her mouth and read slowly:

"Remembering the Mid-Autumn Festival,

The flower is in the cup, and the moon is in the cup.

Tonight upstairs with the same,

Cloud wet screen, rain wet screen.

I want to ride the wind and ask the chemical industry,

The road is not passable, and the letter is not passable.

The house is full of only candles and red,

Cup and calmly, sing calmly! ”

“…… Half of July, 15th of August...... In the blink of an eye, almost a year has passed. ”

"I was expecting your new psalm, but unexpectedly, you are no longer ...... on earth"

She took a deep breath, "After all, it is a genius who is jealous, and there are no poets in the world!" ”

Her eyes were filled with tears.

The tears did not fall, but she swallowed them.

That's the bitter taste.

She is Zhao Hanyue, the princess of Hanyue.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, she went to Yujing City in Kyoto with her mentor Wei Xuanmo Wei and the old master, and used a name called Yang Duoduo.

She witnessed the rise of that poet immortal.

She planted a seed of infatuation.

She was looking forward to Li Chen'an coming to the Four Winds City to meet one day, but she didn't expect to wait for the thunderbolt-like news sent by the monk on a sunny day.

He's dead!

Died on the top of the West Mountain in Shuzhou!

That seed has not yet germinated, but it can no longer germinate.

She had a pen in her hand.

This is the pen used by Li Chenan to write sixteen poems in one go during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year.

There seems to be his residual warmth on the barrel of the pen, and there is still a clear appearance of him in front of him.

The girl opened her mouth and let out a long breath of muddy air.

Cup and calmly, sing calmly, how can you be calm?

But now the situation in Vietnam makes you have to be calm!

The girl closed her eyes.

The sadness on his face gradually disappeared.

She became determined.

She rolled up her sleeves and wiped her eyes, turned around, and walked towards the pavilion with the pen in hand.

The steps are vain at the beginning.

Gradually, it stabilized.

Two people sat in the gazebo.

One is an old man with white hair and white beard, he is Wei Xuanmo.

One is a young monk with a Zen staff in his hand, and he just doesn't read monks.

Zhao Hanyue walked into the pavilion under the worried gaze of Wei Xuanmo and Monk Bunian and sat in front of the two.

She picked up the flask on the table and poured a glass of wine.

She didn't drink it, but took the glass of wine, bowed to the bright moon in the sky, and spilled the cup of wine on the ground.

"Originally, I wanted to ask you to help me, but I didn't expect you to take care of yourself."

"I don't know if you remember the girl named Yang Duoduo...... I don't know if the jade pendant I gave you is still on you. ”

"You have left a strong mark in the world, and you have left so freely, perhaps it is the call of heaven to you......"

"You are a poet immortal, and those poems of yours should have appeared in the heavenly palace, not in the human world."

"Since you can't help me, then I'll have to decide what to do for myself."

When Zhao Hanyue said this, her eyes became more and more determined, as if she had made up her mind about something big, so that when Wei Xuanmo looked at her, she was not only shocked, but also extremely worried.

The corners of Zhao Hanyue's mouth suddenly curled, she poured three more glasses of wine and handed over two glasses.

She raised her eyes and looked at Wei Xuanmo:

"Sir, the battle for the throne between the fourth emperor brother and the crown prince's brother ...... It's normal to fight, but now it seems that this fight has exceeded the rules! ”

"My father is sick, and the Great Monk of Nine Lights was seriously injured in a battle with Wu Xichen."

"The great monk of Donglin Zen Monastery took advantage of the void and eliminated the Xilin Monastery...... This is not what my father likes! ”

"The merging of the Eastern and Western Zen Monasteries into one has become more powerful, which is extremely detrimental to the imperial power, and it has now been manifested."

"The Great Monk of Silence came to the City of the Four Winds, and obviously failed to convince the Great Monk of Silence."

"The two of them fought, and the Great Monk of Silence is afraid that he has stayed in Ningguo for too long, and he has lost."

"The Great Monk of Tranquility officially became the suzerain of Zen Buddhism, and he stood behind the Four Emperor Brothers...... The father's illness is getting worse and worse, and the great monk of Silence has become unscrupulous. ”

"Of course, the prince's brother will not give up."

"Let's cross the country, I'm afraid it will be inevitable that there will be a civil war!"

"Those imperial uncles and brothers, those civil and military ministers, are all waiting and watching, just to wait for the crown prince and the four emperor brothers to divide the victory, nothing more than to obtain the greatest benefits."

"But few of them think about it carefully, the essence behind this battle is a contest between the imperial power and the Buddhist sect!"

"Respect the Buddha in the country."

"Since the collapse of the Great Empire and the establishment of the Yue Kingdom, Buddhism has been the state religion of the Yue Kingdom."

"But in the past thousand years, although all emperors have been baptized and crowned by the state religion, the state religion has rarely interfered in the inheritance of imperial power!"

"It happened once three hundred years ago, and it was that time that Zen Buddhism was divided into two and became two major Zen temples in the east and west, which checked and balanced each other."

"Now, it's unified again, and it's starting to be a demon again!"

Zhao Hanyue stood up suddenly.

At this moment, where is she still the sad and weak appearance just now.

Her figure is still petite.

But there is a powerful momentum in her petite body.

She walked to the fence with her hands behind her back and looked at the lotus pond under the moonlight.

"This can't happen again!"

"I'm going to see my father!"

She turned around and looked at Wei Xuanmo and Monk Bunian, who were shocked.

"Go now!"

She turned and walked, still holding the pen in her hand!

The monk sighed, folded his hands, and chanted, "Amitabha!" ”

Wei Xuanmo stroked his long beard and looked at Princess Hanyue's back, he also stood up and smiled suddenly.

"Little monk, the law does not pass on the six ears."

"Ah, the poor monk knows."

"So where do you go from here?"

"Back to the old master, poor monk...... Go to Ningguo! ”

Wei Xuanmo sighed three times: "Li Chen'an is dead, the appointment between the Nine Lights Monk and Wu Xichen has ended, why did you go to Ningguo?" ”

The monk also stood up.

"One, escape from the world."

"Second, go to the Jade Buddha Temple to see Master Pukong."

"Third...... Enlighten the Great Mighty Celestial Dragon...... Xu Neng can help Princess Hanyue! ”

Wei Xuanmo waved his sleeves, "Good! ”

"Go ahead!"

"The poor monk retires!"

The monk flew up and disappeared into the night.

Wei Xuanmo sighed suddenly, raised his head to look at the moon, and his face was solemn again.

"It's a pity, you're not a man!"

A voice came: "Who said that daughters are inferior to men?" ”

Wei Xuanmo was startled, turned his head to look, and walked slowly in the moonlight.

"Ning Jingyu?"

"It's the old man!"

"You don't fight left and right in your three-foot curie, why did you come to this Hanyue Palace?"

Ning Jingyu smiled slightly:

"I just want to tell Princess Hanyue that Li Chen'an is dead...... Some people are very angry and are willing to help Princess Hanyue! ”

Wei Xuanmo frowned: "Who is angry?" ”

"Of course it's Li Chenan's biological parents!"

Wei Xuanmo's old eyes narrowed slowly, "He's really not the eldest son of the emperor?" Who are his biological parents? ”

"He's really not the eldest son of the emperor!"

"His biological parents are...... The owner and hostess of the Joy Inn! ”