Ninety-nine bowl soup on the other side (Five)

Qi Fuming and the Emperor were both Jing Xiang enlightened and taught adults. They had different attitudes towards their mentors than their parents. They trusted Jing Xiang more and understood Jing Xiang more.

But if you have different sides to the world, how can you judge right or wrong with each other?

Qinghuan ignored Qi Fuming's words, but just held a cup of tea to him and smiled and said, "I think there is no such thing as empathy in the world. The harm that the girl suffered was real. The Prime Minister said a word to her heart. It's good that the Prime Minister 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, so why bother asking her again?"

Seeing that Qinghuan was different from what he thought, Qi Fuming couldn't help but refute: "But-"

"Brother has tea." Qinghuan interrupted him, "This is a matter between them, it has nothing to do with you and me. We brothers and sisters should not argue about it."

It is really sad that she has spent so much effort on such a small past. If only someone in this world sold regret medicine, then there might be room for everything to be restored, but those pasts are facts and cannot be erased. Therefore, it is heartbreaking to argue about right and wrong, and regret the past.

All of them are meaningless things, but the man is obsessed with and refuses to let go, so he will have this goodbye. But Qinghuan feels that no matter how he tells the past, the person who is still alive in this world will not listen.

If a person insists on living in the past, others cannot pull him out.

Qinghuan actually knew for a long time that even if he returned to this world, he would not be able to change that person's thoughts, otherwise how could there be the bloody red spider flower on the road to the underworld? It was just that he didn't understand it before his lifetime, and finally realized after his death that everything was just a luxury, and it was hard to recover if he lost it.

Qi Fuming naturally did not want to have a quarrel with his sister. He quickly changed the topic. After a few more words, the two of them stopped talking about Jing Xiang.

So you can see, only the person involved will continue to immerse himself in the memories. Others just talk a few words in a casual conversation, and then they no longer care.

The Empress's chrysanthemum Appreciation Garden Party received posts from all noble girls. Therefore, the day was extremely lively and said it was to appreciate chrysanthemums. In fact, it was to find the future princes and concubines. All girls knew that today was crucial. They all tried their best to dress up and outfit the people at the chrysanthemum Appreciation Garden Party and set off a good future for themselves. Today, the emperor has three sons, all of whom are at the age of marriage, and not necessarily anyone can have great luck in the future.

So after halfway through the chrysanthemum appreciation, the emperor brought his sons over. What he said was nice: "I heard that the queen was here to admire the chrysanthemums, so I brought the princes to join in the fun."

The queen smiled and nodded, allowing the princes to sit down. The people's customs were open, and even female officials were added in the court, which did not have much restraint on women. Therefore, when the princes sat down, many shy and timid eyes looked at them. The princes were deeply inherited by the royal family, and were handsome and upright, and were a handsome man. If they had this good son-in-law, they would not be in vain.

They don't care about it for the time being, but the emperor is now in his prime and must continue to be in power for decades. In other words, they will not break the subtle balance of the present in a short period of time. According to age, it is indeed time to start a family, so the princes did not resist the chrysanthemum garden party today, and even began to look at the beauties present with great interest.

The fat and thin swallows are each with their own strengths. Beauty is better than flowers. Even the emperor is bathed in a sea of ​​beauty. He has always loved beautiful people and things, but the protagonist today is not him, otherwise he would have seen a few people who are attracted by their attention.

"Where are people from Chang'an?" Outside, the emperor couldn't shout too intimately, so he called Qinghuan the title. When he came, he wanted to appreciate his little cousin's beauty at the first time, but after looking around, he was not there at all. "Are you here?"

The queen replied, "The princess has just sat with me for a while. Seeing that she looked a little tired, I asked the palace maid to take her to me for a moment to take a nap."

The emperor understood, "The queen is intent."

If it weren't for sure that Qinghuan could not enter the palace, the queen wouldn't be so kind. She would always be easier to talk to women who wouldn't enter the palace. What's more, Qinghuan is indeed like a spring breeze when she gets along. The queen is somewhat interested in treating Qinghuan as her family. The emperor is close to Qingwang's family, how could she neglect Qingwang's daughter? Unlike the women in the harem who only know how to compete for favor, she is the emperor's virtuous assistant and everything must be considered from the overall situation.

It was said that it was a nap, but Qinghuan did not really rest on the Queen's phoenix couch. Before, Qi Fuming sent her into the palace and went to do things himself. This was a good opportunity. His rest was over and he could not look at her without hesitation. The chrysanthemum appreciation meeting must be carried out until at least the afternoon, and she has enough time to go to a place.

Zhifeng Zhixue had already prepared the carriage as Qinghuan ordered. Although the two of them were accompanying him, she was still very nervous: "Girl, don't we really have to say to the prince? I feel that I will hate the danger. The girl's body is a daughter, what if--"

"It's okay, I know it." I told Qi Fuming that he should not go. "When I get to the place later, I will be just an ordinary girl. Do you remember?"

"yes."

The place they were going to is Xiangguo Temple. There are so many incense here and there are many pilgrims. From a distance, there are countless people coming here to pray for blessings. There are fewer people today. Two little novice monks folded their hands at the entrance of the temple. After Qinghuan entered, the main hall now added incense and oil money. Instead of worshiping Buddha, they walked around to the nearby Sutra Pavilion of Xiangguo Temple. This is where the abbot lives, and pilgrims are never allowed to enter. The Sutra Pavilion is more important, and there are masters guarding it inside and out. It is not easy for Qinghuan to enter.

She has always been curious about one thing, so she wants to see it with her own eyes.

The Sutra Library was very vigilant, so Zhifeng Zhixue was responsible for leading the guard monk away, and Qinghuan slipped in. The two maids didn't know why their girls did such a thing, but they were only loyal to her. They must do whatever the girls ordered.

After the guardian was led away by Zhifeng Zhixue, who was dressed as a man in black, Qinghuan closed the door of the Sutra Pavilion with his backhand. There were many lights and shadows here, and the tall bookshelf was full of Buddhist scriptures. Qinghuan traveled between the bookshelf. When he reached the end, he found that there was a masked monk wearing monk's robe leaning against the wall. He did not sit upright like other monks, but placed his limbs casually. He heard something unusual, and he just moved his ears and did not raise his head. "Why is the donor?"

If an ordinary girl is afraid she will be scared, but at most, an ordinary girl prays to Buddha and prays for blessings in front of her. How could she come to the Sutra Pavilion? Qinghuan 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. When he saw Qinghuan's face, he was stunned, and then he showed some interest: "Your face reminds me of an acquaintance."

Qinghuan's face looks a bit like "Tang Qinghuan", but it looks more like Qingwang couple, especially her mother. "Nie Jing, are you not dead yet?"

The masked monk suddenly said coldly: "You know who I am."

Use affirmative sentences rather than question sentences.

"I know, otherwise why would I come?" she smiled, "I just wanted to see what is important to let the Sixth Master travel thousands of miles to return to Yanliang at such a risk."

The Nie clan intended to rebel decades ago, but he had already been killed, but he was left with Nie Jing in poor health. In the Nie family, although Nie Jing had the worst body, he was the most afraid of people. He was proficient in medicine and astrology. It is said that he was a talented person. The Nie family was executed, but Nie Jing was unknown. After so many years, the court had been searching for him. Unexpectedly, he actually returned to Yanliang and became a monk at Xiangguo Temple.

The masked monk also smiled, "After all, it's her daughter, who is beyond her own roots."

Qinghuan didn't want to talk nonsense to him, so he asked straightforwardly: "What agreement did you reach with Jing Xiang?"

The masked monk immediately turned cold. Qing Huan suddenly felt the aura was cold all over his body. He understood that the other party was murderous intent. She said calmly: "I'm just curious. Don't be nervous. No fourth person except me knows about this, otherwise my parents would have come back long ago. What do you think?"

This is a fact. The masked monk narrowed his eyes and looked Qing Huan up and down: "How did you, a little girl, know?"

Qinghuan did not answer, but asked back: "What do you want to do?"

"Jing Shaoyou has always wanted to kill me, but now he can only cooperate with me. Do you think it's interesting?" The masked monk smiled, "He obviously hates me to the core, but he can only watch me, help me enter Beijing, cover up my whereabouts, and send me to Xiangguo Temple. Tsk, what do you think we want to do?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly sighed: "Shiya is life, I have tried my best for this. Guess what I am going to do, why did he help me like this?"

What is the reason for making a person who has no worries and regards the people in the country and the people who are more important than their lives violate the principle and assist the remnants of the Nie family?

No wonder Qi Fuming said that the group of men in black were very strange and had no trace. They were afraid that they were all Nie Jing's people and were caught by Qi Fuming, but they must not reveal Nie Jing's traces. Therefore, all the dead soldiers took the poison, and the rest were all dead. Among them, there was Jing Xiang's work. Since he was standing on the same boat as Nie Jing for some benefit, he would definitely guarantee Nie Jing's safety.

Seeing that Qinghuan was not speaking, the masked monk smiled even more: "You are young. If you have heard of my name, you should know that my master, Master Hongshang, once said that I had a short life, but you see, I am now in my destiny. Don't you be curious about why I haven't died and still lived to this age?"
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