Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 1033: Ninety-ninth bowl of soup (5)
Ninety-ninth bowl of soup (5)
Qi Fuming and the emperor are both enlightened and taught by Jing Xiang. They have different attitudes from their parents to their teachers. They trust Jing Xiang more and are more considerate of Jing Xiang.
But things in the world are different from each other, so how can they be tough to judge right and wrong?
Qing Huan was noncommittal to Qi Fuming's words, but just held a cup of tea to him and said with a slight smile: "I feel that there is no empathy in the world, the hurt that the girl suffered is real, Mr. Xiang said a word. , it broke her heart. It's good that Mr. Xiang was trapped by hatred, but what he said to the girl was also wrong. These are all facts. Now that so many years have passed, the girl has already died in ashes. Why bother asking."
Seeing that Qinghuan was different from what he thought, Qi Fuming couldn't help but refute: "but——"
"Brother is drinking tea." Qing Huan interrupted him, "This is a matter between them, and it has nothing to do with you and me. We brother and sister should not quarrel because of this."
It's really embarrassing that she has worked so hard for such a small past. It would be great if someone in this world sold regret medicine, then there may be room for redemption, but those past are facts and cannot be erased, so arguing about right and wrong, regretting or not, is heart-wrenching—
It's all meaningless, it's just that the person has a strong obsession and refuses to let go, so this is the goodbye. But Qinghuan felt that no matter how she told Tongyunyan in the past, the person still alive in this world would not listen.
A person who insists on living in the past cannot be pulled out by others.
Qing Huan actually knew for a long time that even if he returned to this world, he would not be able to change that person's mind. Otherwise, how could there be the **** flowers on the other side of Huangquan Road. It's just that he didn't understand it before he was alive, and he finally understood after his death that everything was just an extravagant hope, and it was hard to recover if he lost it.
Qi Fuming was naturally reluctant to argue with his sister, so he quickly changed the topic, and the two chatted a few more words, and then stopped talking about Jing Xiang.
So you see, only the person involved will continue to be immersed in the memory, others just say a few words while chatting, and then they don't care.
The empress's chrysanthemum garden party received posts from noble ladies, so it was very lively that day. It was said to be chrysanthemum appreciation, but it was actually to find future princes and concubines. The important thing is that all of them put all their energy into dressing up and dressing up, trying their best to be able to dominate the crowd at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Garden Party and seek a good future for themselves. Today, the saint has three sons, all of whom are of marriageable age, and not everyone will be able to have great fortunes in the future.
So after half of the chrysanthemum appreciation, the emperor brought his sons over. He said it nicely: "I heard that the queen is here to appreciate chrysanthemums, so I brought the emperors to join in the fun." /
The queen smiled and nodded, letting the princes sit down. Dasong’s folk customs are open, and there are even female officials added to the court, which does not have too many restrictions on women. Therefore, when the princes are seated, there are many shy and timid eyes looking at them. Several princes have won the royal heritage and were born handsome. Tall and straight, a talented person, if you get this good son-in-law, you will not waste your life.
It doesn't matter what they care about in their hearts, but the emperor is now in his prime, and he has to continue to reign for decades. That is to say, they will not break the current delicate balance in a short period of time. According to the age, it is indeed time to start a family, so the princes did not resist today's chrysanthemum garden party, and even began to look at the beauties present with great interest.
Huan, fat and swallows are thin, each has its own merits, beauty is better than flowers, even the emperor is also bathed in a sea of beauty - he has always loved beautiful people and things, but today's protagonist is not him, otherwise he would really be called him Saw a few eye-catching ones.
"Where are the people from Chang'an?" Outside, the emperor didn't want to be too affectionate, so he called him Qing Huan's title. When he came, he immediately wanted to admire the beauty of his little cousin, but when he looked around, there was no one at all. "Are you here?"
The queen replied: "The county lord sat with the concubine for a while. The concubine saw that she was a little tired, so she asked the maid to take her to the concubine's palace to rest for a while."
The emperor understands, "The queen has a heart."
If it wasn't for the determination that Qinghuan would not be able to enter the palace, the queen would not be so amiable. She was always more talkative to women who would not enter the palace, not to mention that Qinghuan really got along like a spring breeze, and the queen also had some points. It means to see Qinghuan as one's own family. The sage is close to the Qingwang family, how could she neglect the Qingwang's daughter? Unlike the group of women in the harem who only know how to compete for favor, she is the emperor's virtuous internal assistant, and everything must be considered from the overall situation.
It was said to be a nap, but Qing Huan didn't really rest on the queen's phoenix couch. Before, Qi Fuming sent her to the palace and went to work on her own. This is a good opportunity. His rest was over, and he couldn't keep looking at her any longer. The chrysanthemum garden party will last at least until the afternoon, and she has enough time to go somewhere.
Zhifeng Zhixue has prepared the carriage according to Qing Huan's instructions. Although the two of them are with you, they are still very uneasy: "Girl, don't we really need to say something to my son-in-law? The slaves think they will hate danger, girl. The body of a thousand gold, in case—"
"It's okay, I know it." I told Qi Fuming then just don't go. "When I get there later, I'm just a girl from an ordinary family, remember?"
"Yes."
The place they are going is Xiangguo Temple, where the incense is flourishing and there are many pilgrims. The sound of Sanskrit singing can be heard from a distance, and there are countless people who come here to pray. There are fewer people today. The two little novice monks put their hands together at the entrance of the temple. After Qing Huan entered, now the main hall has added sesame oil money. Instead of worshipping the Buddha, they went around to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion of Xiangguo Temple. This is where the abbot lives. The place has never allowed pilgrims to enter. The Sutra Collection Pavilion is the most important thing. There are masters guarding it inside and out. It is not easy for Qing Huan to enter.
She's always been curious about one thing and wanted to see it for herself.
The Sutra Pavilion was heavily guarded, so Feng Zhixue was responsible for leading the guarding monk away, so Qing Huan slipped in. The two maids didn't know why their girls did such a thing, but they were only loyal to her, but whatever They must do everything the girl tells them to do.
After the guards were led away by Zhifeng Zhixue, who pretended to be a man in black, Qing Huan closed the door of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion with his backhand. Huan crossed between the bookshelves. At the end, he found that there was a masked monk in a monk's clothes leaning against the wall. He did not sit upright like other monks, but placed his limbs casually. He moved his ears without raising his head. "Why did the donor come?"
If a girl from an ordinary family is afraid of being frightened, but a girl from an ordinary family is at most praying to the Buddha in front of her and praying for blessings, how can they come to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion? Qing Huan smiled with her hands behind her back: "Master, I want to ask you something."
"What's the matter?"
The masked monk raised his head, his eyes were dark and deep, he couldn't help but froze when he saw Qinghuan's face, and then he showed a bit of interest: "Your face reminds me of an acquaintance."
Qing Huan's face is somewhat like "Tang Qinghuan", but more like the Qingwang couple, especially the mother. "Nie Jing, you're not dead yet?"
The masked monk suddenly said coldly: "You know who I am."
Use affirmative sentences instead of questions.
"I know, otherwise why would I come here?" She smiled, "I just want to see, what is the important thing that can make Liu Shao travel thousands of miles back to Yanliang at such a risk. ."
Decades ago, the Nie clan attempted to rebel, and they had already been executed, except for Nie Jing, who was in poor health. In the Nie family, although Nie Jing had the worst body and bones, he was the most feared. The Nie family was killed, but Nie Jing did not know where to go. After so many years, the court had been searching for him, but he did not expect that he would return to Yanliang and become a monk in Xiangguo Temple.
The masked monk also smiled, "It's her daughter, she is young and blue."
Qing Huan didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and asked directly: "What agreement did you reach with Jing Xiang?"
The masked monk's eyes suddenly became cold, and Qing Huan suddenly felt the coldness around her body. She understood that the other party had murderous intentions, and she said calmly: "I'm just curious, you don't have to be nervous, except for me, there is no other Four people know about this, otherwise my parents would have come back long ago, what do you think?"
That's true. The masked monk narrowed his eyes and looked at Qing Huan from top to bottom: "You are a little girl, how did you find out?"
Qing Huan did not answer, but instead asked: "What do you want to do?"
"Jing Shaoyou always wanted to kill me, but now he can only cooperate with me, do you think it's funny?" The masked monk laughed, "He obviously hates me to the bone, but he can only watch me and help I went to Beijing, covered up my whereabouts, sent me to Xiangguo Temple, tsk tsk, what do we want to do?"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly sighed: "It's fate. For this, I tried my best. Guess what I'm going to do, why did he help me like this?"
What is the reason for letting a person who cares nothing about the people of the country as more important than life violate the principle and help the remnants of the Nie family?
No wonder Qi Fuming said that the group of people in black were very strange and had no trace. I was afraid that they were all Nie Jing people and were caught by Qi Fuming, but they could not reveal the trace of Nie Jing, so the dead men took poison , and the rest are also dead - Jing Xiang's handwriting must be among them. Since he is in the same boat as Nie Jing because of certain interests, he will definitely ensure Nie Jing's safety.
Seeing that Qinghuan did not speak, the masked monk smiled even more: "If you have heard of my name at a young age, you should know that my master Hongshang Zhenren once said that I was a short-lived life, but you see , I've passed the year of destiny now, don't you wonder why I didn't die and lived to this age?"