The Qingming Festival was approaching, so I asked the emperor to go to Zhaoling to pay homage to the first emperor, Empress Xianwende and Princess Jinyang, and then go to the Great Ci'en Temple and Ganye Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.

After fasting in the palace for three or five days, I hurriedly packed my belongings, and fled from Daxing Palace with only Yuhan, Yunqing, and three or two little maids, eunuchs, and mighty warriors. Thinking that I was in too much of a hurry when I left, I looked a little embarrassed, which provoked Yuhan and Yunqing to ask me, what am I afraid of, what am I running away from?

Yes, I was indeed evading, I was afraid, so I proposed to the emperor to go out of the palace to worship the sweep. What is in front of me now is a gamble, and the bet is the future of me and Chu Qing. If I win the bet, I will be able to spend my life happily with Chu Qing. On the contrary, I will end up with Chu Qing, and maybe Chu Qing's entire family will be implicated because of this.

The rickety carriage drove me to Zhaoling. Now I just want to tell my father and Mingda what is on my mind, and pour out my troubles, and I hope for a moment that they will give me some hints and give me some hints in the spirit of heaven.

During the Qingming season, the weather is mostly misty and rainy, which makes people's hearts even heavier when paying tribute to their deceased relatives. When I arrived at Zhaoling, it was drizzling, and I didn't let Yuhan and Yunqing take umbrellas, so I bathed in the continuous spring rain and walked towards my father's mausoleum.

Facing the cold mausoleum, I couldn't help but tear my eyes. If my father was still alive, would he be considerate of me, pity me, and let me marry my beloved as I wished? I suddenly became extremely envious of my father's affection and love for the eldest grandson. For a woman like me, who was born in an imperial family, it is not easy to find her true love, and it is even more extravagant to be able to stay with her for a lifetime.

The rain gradually became heavier, and it was still a little cold when it fell on my face. I looked up at the raindrops falling from the sky, and whispered to my father, who was sleeping in the mausoleum, are you compassioning Changshan, who is still left in the world, so you shed tears? No, my dear father, your Chang Shan is like you, with a resolute heart and will not give up easily.

Although I should go to the Great Ci'en Temple the next day to offer incense and pray for blessings, this time I brought most of the female dependents, or it was more convenient to stay in the Ganye Temple, where all nuns were women. The abbot knew about my relationship with Wu Zhaoyi, and specially arranged me in Wu Zhaoyi's room before. Although this room is vacant now, it is the cleanest and forbidden upper room of the Ganye Temple.

The Great Mercy and Grace Temple was built by the emperor in memory of his mother, Empress Wende. Master Xuanzang, who presided over the ceremony, was out to give lectures during this time, and all the affairs in the temple were handed over to his proud disciple, Master Xuanji. This time, I am the princess of the Tang Dynasty Zhengyi filial piety Dingguo personally came, although it was not a formal blessing ceremony, but the Great Ci'en Temple did not dare to slack off, and Master Peeji led the monks to wait outside the temple early in the morning.

I still strictly follow the procedures to the Buddha and Bodhisattva one by one to the Buddha Hall, and then to my father and the eldest grandson of the first Wende, and then chant the Buddha, praying for the Buddha to bless the Tang Dynasty with smooth wind and rain, and the country and the people.

After the three o'clock in the morning, I was ready to leave for the temple to return. Daci'en Temple is located in the southern suburbs of Chang'an, far from the Ganye Temple, I want to go back early, so as not to wait for a female nun in the Ganye Temple.

Master Peeki accompanied him, recited a sentence of "Amitabha", and folded his hands and said: "Your Royal Highness Princess, please forgive the little monk for saying too much." The little monk saw that although the princess tried her best to hide it, she was still frowning slightly, and her heart was stumbling. The color is not different from the empty, the empty is not different from the color, the color is empty, the empty is the color, and the same is true when you want to do it, and the princess should understand the truth here. ”