The Zhongyong Marquis and his wife were worried, and Ji Qingli was completely unaware.

It was the height of summer again, and on this day, the sky was very clear and cloudless, and she appeared outside the city on a white spirit, with a carriage and a number of retinues behind her. The person in the carriage was her mother, Mrs. Ji, who followed her mother to the Qingshan Temple outside the city to worship the Buddha.

Ji Qingli was noncommittal to the gods and Buddhas. All sentient beings pray to God and worship Buddha, which is nothing more than faith or desire. The former sounds pure, but in fact, it is also for inner peace. The latter is a naked desire, but it is also greedy and calm.

She has been in the army with her father since she was a child, and she has seen a lot of real knives and guns on the battlefield, and the battlefield is never either you die or I die. At that moment, the gods and Buddhas couldn't care about these ordinary people like ants, how much blood flowed into rivers, she could only watch those people close their eyes in front of her, their faces stained by blood and soil, and they couldn't even recognize who was who. One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and the battle exploits are all made of white bones.

Therefore, she has always only believed that "my fate is up to me, not to heaven".

Xu is a military general, and there are many killings, Mrs. Ji is uneasy, and often goes to Qingshan Temple to worship the Buddha and ask for the safety of the family.

Although Ji Qingli has no feelings for gods and Buddhas, her mother has an order, and she does not dare to disobey.

She dared to disobey the orders of the hard-hearted and powerful Marquis, but she had always obeyed this loving and gentle mother.

When I arrived at Qingshan Temple, my mother went to the front hall to worship God alone, she felt bored, so she went to the back mountain.

Qingshan Temple is located in the middle of the mountain, the mountain is full of clouds and mist all the year round, the back mountain is a winding path through the secluded, a little careless to go to the fork in the road, the back mountain clouds and smoke curl, seem to be connected with the sky, people enter it, suddenly feel that the clouds are deep and do not know where.

There is a small pavilion on the top of the back mountain, it has not been repaired for a long time, it has fallen a little dilapidated, and the couplets carved on both sides of the pavilion are faintly visible - "The breeze and the bright moon are left unattended, and the flowing water and clouds are at your disposal." The breeze on all sides is into the painting, and the bright moon in a pavilion can be pleasant. ”

The mottled plaque reads "Fengyue Pavilion".

The name sounds half-vulgar and indecent, but the verses are full of light, wind and moon.

From a distance, I saw that there seemed to be someone in the pavilion, wearing a dark robe, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the person was motionless, as if he had melted into the world, and seemed to be full of endless loneliness and loneliness, as if he was left behind and independent.

Ji Qingli suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and an inexplicable sadness arose.

I can't tell you what it feels like. The battlefield was full of swords, swords, and blood, and she was no longer as sad as she was when she first saw it.

But at this moment, the figure of this person made her feel uncomfortable, sullenly blocked, softly sour, and for some reason.

She touched her nose and climbed the stairs.

The people in the pavilion heard the movement and turned their heads.

She froze and tilted her head slightly: "Is that you?"

The people in the pavilion didn't seem to expect to run into her, so they were stunned and said lightly: "It's you?"

She suddenly smiled, she smiled, the clouds in the sky seemed to be removed, the sky and the earth were clear, he seemed to hear the sound of plum blossoms opening again, but at this time, where did the plum blossoms come from.

He thought for a moment.

"Helian Hao, why are you here?" she asked with a smile, casually sitting down on the stone bench in the pavilion and thumping her legs.

"I ......" The person in the pavilion is the fourth prince Helian Hao, hearing this, he lowered his head slightly, and saw her sitting in front of him without scruples and beating her legs, her thin lips slightly opened, "I'm here to pay tribute to an old man." ”