Although Wen Xin was a little curious, she still avoided the shade of flowers and watched them enter the Fourth Master's yard like a bunch of candied haws. Wen Xin stood there without hesitation, turned around and walked back.

Yun Ling followed the princess and felt a little nervous, but the princess didn't speak, and she, a slave, didn't dare to guess casually.

The Fourth Master was busy, and Wen Xin didn't plan to show her presence. She returned to her room and leaned against the soft couch, thinking carefully about whether there was anything she had forgotten about this year.

When Yun Ling lifted the curtain and came in, she found that the princess was already asleep leaning against the soft couch. She hurriedly took a thin blanket to cover her, slowed down and retreated, letting people outside silence.

"Why are you asleep now?" Yun Xiu held the peaches that had just been fished out of the well water in his hand. He poured them into the water early in the morning. If you eat them now, it would relieve the heat.

Yun Ling heard this and said, "The princess has not rested well these days, and it's good to sleep if she can. In a few days, she should go back to Beijing. Some of them have suffered along the way."

"It's time to go back." Autumn is coming soon, and it's time to walk back from the palace to Kyoto.

"There are still some fun to watch when I go back this time. I'm afraid the news in the mansion has long known about Li Fangfujin and Princess Niuhulu." Yun Xiu lowered his voice and said with a smile. It was really joyful to see their fun.

Yun Ling paused when she heard this, "No matter what others say, we can hear that the people in Zhuge are not very much talking to Princess."

"Then you have to say that Zhao Baolai is watching, who dares?" Yun Xiu snorted.

As the two of them gradually walked away, the room was sleeping warmly and uncomfortable. They seemed to have returned to their original world in a daze, standing on the familiar street; looking at the familiar people, their faces slid past her.

Wen Xin suddenly woke up with a sweat on her face.

She remembered.

How can I obtain both Dharmas in the world that I will live up to the Tathagata and I will live up to you?

This year was the year when Tsangyang Gyatso was escorted to the capital by the deposed and escorted, and the person with poetry and painting in his heart.

The issue of Tibet has always been highly valued by the Qing Dynasty, and the candidates for the Dalai Lama in Tibet have been paid attention to.

Tsangyang Gyatso…

The person who wrote countless beautiful poems is just a victim of politics, and he will never be free in his life, but he is full of longing for life.

Some people say that Tsangyang Gyatso is dead, while others say that they are escaping by death to seek the freedom and love he longs for.

Wen Xin sighed softly in her heart, no matter what, it has nothing to do with her.

It’s just a pity that those innocent people fell into the whirlpool of politics and would never show off their faces in their entire lives.

Wen Xin was just a guess, but she didn't expect that when the Fourth Master came back in the evening, she really mentioned to her that it was indeed a mess in Tibet.

"What will happen if the Dalai Lama arrives in the capital?" Wen Xin asked at the Fourth Master.

The Fourth Master didn't notice the warm thoughts, so he sat down with his coat and frowned and said, "As long as he stays in the capital with peace of mind, he will naturally be safe and sound."

The Fourth Master looked at Wen Xin, "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Wen Xin was afraid that the Fourth Master would see something strange, so she said, "I just heard from Master that, and I think he is a pitiful person, just a pawn controlled by others."

When the Fourth Master heard this, he sneered, "The poor people must have something hateful. Tibet is so uneasy, it is all these people who are stirring up the wind and rain."

It was obvious that the Fourth Master was very dissatisfied with those people. He was silent for a moment before whispering: "I said there is a way. Who in this world is not struggling to move forward in the world? I just thought that he had a very high reputation in Tibet. If there was something really, I wonder if there would be anything wrong. I just talk nonsense, so I don't have to take it to my heart."

The Fourth Master glanced at Wen Xin, "Do you know a little about what's happening over there?"

Wen Xin was shocked, but she did not dare to show her feet on her face. She tried to keep her calm as much as possible and said, "When I was in the south before, there were some rumors that there were frequent exchanges between merchants. I just heard that the living Buddha has a very high status in Tibet and is believed in the hearts of the people."

The Fourth Master was not suspicious. He traveled all over the world in the south, so he naturally knew a lot of news, not to mention that the Wen family itself also had a business lineage, so he also knew some news.

"You don't understand what's going on here. Tsangyang Kazuo is the Sixth Dalai Lama established by Dibasangya, and Sangya Gyatso has always been enemies of the court." The Fourth Master sighed. Wen Xin is good at anything but her heart is too soft.

I felt pitiful when I knew that I was being escorted to the capital.

Sang Jie Gyatso had caused many lives in Tibet. This person was dead, and the court finally could calm down.

The Dalai Lama, Tsangyang Gyatso, supported by Sangjie Gyatso, was naturally disliked by the court. It would be better if he had the opportunity to abolish him and establish someone close to the court.

The court caused controversy about escorting Tsangyang Gyatso, but he wanted to die and choose one of them to live.

"I heard that he was just a puppet Dalai Lama, and was subject to others." Wen Xin decided to hold on. Although she was a small princess in the Fourth Prince's Mansion of the Qing Dynasty, people thousands of miles away might not know that there was such a person in this world.

But since she knows history, she still wants to try her best to save such a person.

"If you stand in any position and enjoy the glory, you have to take responsibility." The Fourth Master felt a little strange. He was a little too enthusiastic about this person he didn't know, and looked at her with his eyes.

Wen Xin almost couldn't breathe when she met the Fourth Master's eyes. This person's mind was really too keen.

Thinking of this, Wen Xin simply turned around and looked at him and said, "I have heard the poems that the merchants have praised him, and I feel quite touched. Today, I heard that I mentioned this person, and then I accidentally remembered that the person who could write such beautiful poems is a person with pure heart."

The Fourth Master looked at Warm, "What poem?"

"I don't remember the others, I only remember one sentence: I live in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snow. I wander on the streets of Lhasa, and I am the most beautiful lover in the world. I think he doesn't want to sit in that position, all he wants is the most ordinary life for ordinary people."

The Fourth Master looked at Wen Xin again. After all, he was a woman, and he liked these love poems.

There is no real clean and pure person in this world? The post sent by the Khan of Tibet to the capital was clearly written. This person was addicted to alcohol and sex, ignored academic affairs, and acted absurdly and unruly.

Before, he was restrained, but later he simply wore silk casual clothes, rings in his hands, and had a long head. He was obsessed with singing, dancing, and feasting, and stayed overnight at a woman's house outside the palace.

The Fourth Master is not happy with such a person.

In his opinion, since he is in that position, he should do his best to the people of Tibet, rather than just saying that he will be depressed and live absurdly life.

In the eyes of the Fourth Master, such a person is useless.

Men always look at things in a different way than women.

Women use emotions when they see things, while men use rationality when they see things.

The most beautiful lover...

Whose lover is it?
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