Jingchen nodded and smiled, and asked, "The donor is the Wind Country Master?" ”

Feng Qiyi also nodded and smiled: "Exactly." ”

Jingchen asked again: "What is the reason why the donor came?" ”

Feng Qiyi didn't answer, glanced at the carriage, and signaled that she wanted to go up.

Jingchen saw it and smiled gently: "Donor, please." ”

Feng Qiyi took the umbrella, handed it to the monk next to him, and got into the carriage.

The carriage was furnished with plain simplicity, and on a small table, there was a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, apparently he had been reading Buddhist scriptures before.

Feng Qiyi looked at it and greeted: "I have heard the name of the Zen Master of Pure Dust for a long time." When I saw it today, I really wasn't an ordinary person. ”

Jingchen looked at him and smiled, his emerald eyes were particularly attractive, making people unconsciously immersed in them.

"It's just a false name, and the Wind Country Master praised it falsely. The poor monk has also heard the name of the national teacher for a long time. ”

Pure Dust's smile is as pure as his name, very pure, this purity is like a mirror reflecting his meanness and dirtiness.

Of course, Feng Qiyi didn't feel ashamed of herself, and after a few words of greeting, she went straight to the point: "Has the Zen Master of Pure Dust heard of Sang Guifei?" ”

Jingchen nodded: "I've heard a little." ”

Feng Qiyi continued, "She's dead. Assassinated today, she was killed by a poisonous blade to protect Her Majesty. ”

When Jingchen heard this, he immediately clasped his hands together and whispered, "Amitabha." ”

Feng Qiyi also folded her hands and said "Amitabha", and then continued: "Your Majesty is very sad, and he has been holding the corpse and not letting go. The Queen Mother was very worried, and in order to prevent Her Majesty from indulging in grief, she wanted the Zen Master to do her a favor. ”

He pretended to be in the name of the Queen Mother to achieve his goal.

Jingchen didn't know what was going on, and asked, "How can I help?" ”

Feng Qiyi said: "Your Majesty sent the monks of Changzhao Temple to come to pray for Sang Guifei to pray for the blessing of the scriptures, and to choose an auspicious time to be buried. At this time, you need the help of the Zen Master of Pure Dust. If a person is dead, it is natural to be buried in the ground as soon as possible. ”

Jingchen understood what he meant: "What's the early method?" ”

Generally, when a noble person dies, the coffin needs to be stopped for several days.

Feng Qiyi was afraid of stopping the coffin, so he said: "When is the auspicious time the day after tomorrow, it depends on the Zen Master of Pure Dust." ”

Oh my God.

Jingchen grabbed the important words and whispered again: "Amitabha-"

The palace is sinister, people's hearts are dirty, a generation of beautiful women, it is better to return early.

The carriage moved at a rapid pace.

Soon arrived at the Moon Mulberry Temple.

It was getting dark.

White lanterns have been hung outside the hall, illuminating the water waves on the ground, and as the rain drops, one whirlpool of fate after another blooms.

Helan Hui saw the monk team coming from afar, so she said to the Queen Mother: "Queen Mother, the monks of Changzhao Temple are here." ”

The Queen Mother nodded and stepped forward to greet her.

Helan Hui supported her and went down the steps.

Her personal palace maid Yancui held an umbrella for the mother and daughter, and she was half wet in the rain.

The carriage stopped when it was still twenty paces away from the Moon Mulberry Temple.

Feng Qiyi got out of the carriage first, took the umbrella handed by the monk, opened it, and held the umbrella for the dust purification that got off the carriage later.

The two walked side by side, and soon met the mother and daughter.

"Amitabha—"

Jingchen clasped his hands together and saluted the mother and daughter: "Poor monk Jingchen, I have seen the queen mother and the princess." ”

Helan Hui also folded his hands and saluted back, and when he raised his head, he was very surprised when he saw Jingchen's face: I didn't expect such a young and handsome monk to come. If Sang Ning sees it, he must like it too.

When I think of Sang Ning, I feel very sad.

Although they didn't spend much time together, she really didn't want her to die.

During the distraction, Jingchen was invited by the Queen Mother into the Yuesang Palace.

Feng Qiyi did not go with her, but thought of Sangqi, who was more qualified to preside over her sister's funeral than Sangqi.

He stood under the eaves to avoid the rain, thinking about Sangqi's situation, he had already sent someone to send the poison pill, should it be okay?

Xianlin Garden

After taking the antidote pill, Sangki finally woke up when it was dark.

As soon as he woke up, he felt hungry and his stomach was rumbling.

Chu Xian, who was in charge of taking care of him, has been guarding until now, seeing him wake up, he breathed a sigh of relief, and heard his stomach screaming again, and he was busy preparing to eat.

Eating is prepared in advance.

After a while, it was brought over.

Sang Qi was also supported by Chu Xian, sat at the table and waited.

He escaped death, had a good attitude, ate with relish, and asked, "Is there any wine?" ”

Naturally, there is wine.

But Chu Xian didn't dare to give him a drink, and reminded: "An Lejun, you shouldn't drink now." ”

Sang Qi listened and smiled nonchalantly: "Actually, there are not so many taboos. Life is short, and you should be happy in time. ”

He has only experienced a life and death, but he has the right to say so.

Chu Xian naturally didn't give him wine to drink, and when he saw that he was eating well, he left a little eunuch to serve him, and went out.

After he went out, he sent a guard to the palace to deliver the news: "Tell Your Majesty, An Lejun is awake." ”

The guard's name was Han Shuo, and he was about to leave, when he was stopped by Chu Xian and asked, "What's the situation in the palace?" Can you send someone to inquire? ”

Han Shuo's elder brother is Han Da, the commander of the forbidden army, and he has already received the news and replied: "Sang Guifei Immortal has passed away. His Majesty was very sad and locked himself in the Yuesang Palace. Now that An Lejun has just woken up, it's better to hide this news. ”

Chu Xianshen thought so: "I can't let An Lejun know." ”

Sang Guifei is gone, An Lejun wants his brother and sister to be more expensive, the emperor is to see things and think about people, and he will also protect An Lejun's future. Those of them who served An Lejun were afraid that they would not be able to return to the emperor for a while. Since they can't go back, their rich future will all lie on An Lejun.

You have to be careful.

You can't let him know the bad news and faint again.

Han Shuo didn't say anything more, he took the robe from the palace people next to him, put it on, turned over his horse, and went to the palace.

Palace

Tsuki-sang Temple

The fragrance of Buddha wafts.

The sound of chanting was also heard.

Helan Hui took dinner and walked into the hall, in this rainy night of continuous autumn rain, the fragrance of Buddha lingered, and she felt an indescribable warmth.

No, maybe it's the warmth of burning paper money and other things.

The smoke is somewhat choking.

She put the dinner on the table, pinched her nose, and said in a low voice: "Brother Huang, don't write it, let's eat something first." ”

Helan Yin didn't seem to hear it, and still wrote the Buddhist scriptures quickly, one after another, and threw them into the brazier in front of the coffin after writing.

There was already a pile of copied Buddhist scriptures in the brazier, but because they were densely piled up, they lacked air and could not burn, only a puff of smoke came out.

No wonder it's choking.

"Ahem—"

Helan Hui coughed, stepped forward, picked up the tongs, picked up the Buddhist scriptures, the air flowed, and the Buddhist scriptures quickly ignited.

She watched the Buddhist scriptures gradually turn into ashes, and then looked at the precious coffin, and murmured in her heart: Sang Ning, if you are still alive, will you feel distressed when you see my imperial brother like this? Will you regret not treating him specifically in the first place?

Helan Yin is still copying Buddhist scriptures.

One after another, as if tireless.

But he was actually tired for a long time, the hand holding the brush was shaking, and the handwriting he wrote was no longer vigorous and elegant, just like his heart, which was messy.

He Lanhui looked very distressed, and couldn't help but reach out and press He Lanyin's hand, and persuaded: "Brother Huang, you are like this, is it really what Sister Sang wants to see?" She suffers from illness and hates that others don't cherish her body. You don't torture yourself, okay? ”

Helan Yin ignored it and was still copying Buddhist scriptures.

Zen Master Jingchen said that copying Buddhist scriptures for her is to accumulate merit for her.

He wanted to copy more, accumulate more merit for her, and wish her health and peace in the next life, and not be sick at all.

But his wrist hurt too much.

Soreness to numbness.

Suddenly, the brush in his hand fell, he frowned in pain, paused for a while, rested for a while, and then, holding his right wrist with his left hand, wanted to pick up the brush again, but he couldn't pick it up.

He's so useless!

He didn't protect her well, and now, he can't even copy more Buddhist scriptures for her.

"Bang!"

He slammed his fist on the table, so hard that it broke, and the sharp wooden block pierced his hand.

Blood flowed out.

Helan Hui exclaimed: "Brother Huang! You're hurt! Come! ”

She wanted to get someone to bandage his wounds.

But he doesn't need to.

Helan Yin shook off her hand and stood up, the pain did not make him awake, he staggered to the coffin, saw the sleeping person inside, wanted to touch her face, suddenly his eyes went dark, and the whole person fell in.

"Brother Huang!"