The carriage arrived at You Mansion in a swaying manner. The manor had already received the news, and the whole family was waiting at the door.

As soon as the carriage stopped, You Tingjiaoqiang got out first, "Father! Auntie!"

The third aunt's face was full of joy, she held the handkerchief, walked a few steps and held You Tingjiao's hand, "Jiaojiao! You are so proud of our family!" As she said this, she glanced sideways at You Tingrong, who was two steps behind. She couldn't hide it.

Enjoy your stay.

You Guitai also rarely showed a smile. The three of them stood together, looking like they were indeed a harmonious family.

You Tingrong's heart felt cold, and she couldn't remember whether it was the same scene when she was selected. But she remembered that her father asked her to ask Shan Yunxin for an official position, and she remembered that she kept giving the money she got to her parents' family, and she remembered that her father

After embezzling nine thousand taels of silver, her prince Yi An was adopted.

She always wanted to please her father and wanted to bring glory to her mother's family. The love she asked for in this way was too despicable.

Madam You silently tightened You Tingrong's hand and comforted her in a low voice, "It's okay. Let's marry an ordinary family and live in peace and stability for the rest of our lives."

You Tingrong's eyes turned red at these words. In her previous life, her mother was always suppressed by her third concubine. You Tingrong fought hard to win favor for her mother, but unfortunately, her mother died of illness within three years of entering the palace.

"My daughter is fine, don't worry."

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Imperial Palace-Qianqing Palace

The bright moon was high in the sky, and Chang Shun, the chief steward of the imperial palace, was taking a nap while leaning against the door of the inner palace. At the slightest sign of movement in the palace, he trotted in and exclaimed, "Long live the Lord!"

Shan Yunxin was breathing rapidly, with long eyebrows on her temples, deep eye sockets, and thick eyelashes that cast a small shadow. Her narrow eyes were red and full of hostility, and her thin lips parted lightly, "Shu Fei." She said in a low voice.

breath sound.

"Long live my lord, please give me your orders." Chang Shun rolled around and hunched over, waiting for Shan Yunxin's orders.

Shan Yunxin sat up with his hands on his hands, his temples wet with cold sweat, and there was an aura around him that kept strangers away, and he raised his hands slightly.

Chang Shun helped him stand up respectfully, and the servants gathered around him and gently changed the emperor's sweat-soaked pajamas.

"What time is it?" Shan Yunxin's voice was low.

"It's only the fifth watch of the night." Chang Shun answered softly, and cautiously asked, "Is the Anshenxiang that Long Live Master sent from the Inspiration Temple still good for use?"

"Add some more, and I'll see if I can get it right."

When Chang Shun was about to leave, he said, "Please bring a golden Buddha from Qingcheng Temple and enshrine it in the side hall."

Shan Yunxin's eyes were so cold that it was scary. Chang Shun, who had served him for twenty years, felt the emperor's murderous intention. As the emperor's power grew, the slaves became increasingly opaque.

In the hall, Shan Yunxin's big, well-jointed hands were covering the position of his heart. The nightmare of the past few days was finally unveiled tonight, and he finished his life in the dream. Strangely, the most important thing in the dream was not military and political affairs, but

It was a little girl who made him heartbroken.

As a result, Concubine Shu's severed cervical vertebrae and the bloody marks are still lingering in my mind.

In his dream, his concubine Shu, Yi'an's mother, died in the Changle Palace that he carefully restored.

Changle Palace was chosen by Shan Yunxin for Concubine Shu after they had a child, and he personally inscribed the words on the plaque. Due to Concubine Shu's humble family background, although he could not give Concubine Shu the throne of empress, he was willing to give her the throne.

All the love and love to her, I hope she will live in peace and happiness forever.

It's a pity that the pretense of being snubbed and grounded was taken advantage of, and Concubine Shu died miserably in this palace that he personally selected.

Shan Yunxin exhaled slowly. It doesn't matter. If the dream is true, he has already taken the advantage. He will remove all those who disobey and hinder him one by one. The country, the beauty, are all in his hands.

thing.

Thinking of this, Shan Yunxin immediately wrote a letter and sent it to the deputy general Ouyang Yanling on the border front. This was the killing move he arranged for the army. If he could win in advance, he would not only make a contribution to Ouyang, but also allow the army to return to the court as soon as possible to compete.

The Prime Minister's family.

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Youfu

Since You Tingjiao was elected, everything has been going well at home. The third aunt used all her furniture to subsidize her daughter. She bought a lot of clothes and jewelry, and she was so busy that the mother and daughter gave the old lady a lot of money.

The greetings were all forgotten.

You Tingrong stayed with the old lady every day and copied several volumes of scriptures with her.

The old lady moved her prayer beads, looked down at the elegant You Tingrong, and sighed secretly: It's a pity, Rong'er is quiet and calm, and is worthy of a high position.

The old lady was born in a peasant family. She had spent half her life supporting You Guitai in his studies and becoming an official. She already had white hair and her brown skin was rough and dull. You Tingrong was the eldest daughter and had an honest temper. The old lady saw her filial piety.

It's a pity that she, an old woman, doesn't have much ability and can't find a good home for her granddaughter.

"Rong'er." After pondering for a long time, the old lady called in dialect.

"What are your instructions from grandma?" You Tingrong looked at the old lady with a smile.

The old lady shook her head gently and said, "You have to be calm. Grandma has always wanted to go to Qinqin Temple to worship Buddha. Unfortunately, the mountain is too high to climb. So you and your mother will go to the temple to stay for a few days, recite sutras for me for a few days, and for yourself."

Asking for a good marriage."

The old lady thought that You Tingjiao had been so arrogant these days, so she asked You Tingrong to stay away for the time being. When You Tingjiao entered the palace, she would have a good talk with You Guitai.

Of course You Tingrong appreciated it, "My granddaughter must be sincere. Grandma, don't worry."

The old lady told Mother Zhou in the room to prepare things and called a carriage, "It's sunny today. Let's leave early. In a few days, grandma will ask Mother Zhou to pick you up."

They each took a maid and set out on the road.

As for You Tingjiao coming to the main room to show off, she failed and lost her temper again, saying that her grandmother was partial.

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Inspiration Temple is the largest temple on the outskirts of Beijing, and it is also the place where the royal family worships every year. It covers an area of ​​90 acres, has a central axis layout, and is large in scale.

The maid supported the young lady and her wife all the way up the stairs, passed the Zhengguanyin Pavilion, and then arrived at the Main Hall.

Mrs. You was dressed in plain clothes, her face was pale due to fatigue, her eyebrows were gentle, and she had only two jade hairpins on her head. She looked at the Mahavira in front of her and said repeatedly: "Amitabha!"

You Tingrong saw that his mother was in low spirits, so he advised her, "Why don't my daughter arrange the living room first? Mother is also tired. It would be more respectful to take a bath and burn incense before worshiping."

Mrs. You nodded, and the monk kindly led her to the living room on the back right side of the Heavenly King's Hall, followed closely by the maid with her baggage.

You Tingrong stood alone in front of the large incense burner in front of the palace. He looked up and saw that the main ridge of the roof was high, the eaves were gentle, and the atmosphere was magnificent.

According to the rules, only the empress could worship Buddha and worship with the emperor, so even though You Tingrong was favored again and accompanied the emperor on tours and summer vacations, she never came to the Qingcheng Temple with Shan Yunxin to offer incense and pray for blessings. You Tingrong once thought that these were just false names.

, I will be content if I can be in love with my husband.

But when she was strangled to death in Changle Palace, Shan Yunxin took Concubine Chi to the Inspiration Temple to pray. Only then did she realize that it was not that an exception could not be made, but that the emperor did not want to make an exception.

After a lifetime, she was able to see the true face of the Inspiration Temple.

You Tingrong bowed outside the hall and went to the living room.

There are many low tables placed under the corridor of the living room for pilgrims and laymen to drink tea and play chess. A man in white is playing chess alone.

You Tingrong came closer and saw the chess game clearly.

The man was also alarmed by the footsteps. The two looked at each other. You Tingrong felt familiar and nodded politely.

The moment they looked at each other, Chi Qinglang's breathing became tight.

The woman in front of her was wearing a moon-white skirt, with black hair and snowy skin. She had a slender waist and a graceful posture. When she lowered her eyes, she glanced at her lightly, which only made people feel pity. Seeing that she was about to leave, Chi Qinglang said with red ears: "Miss, how can I

Is there a way to break the situation?"

You Tingrong was a little surprised, but still replied softly: "Master, if you don't mind, I'm willing to give it a try."

Chi Qinglang was overjoyed, stood up quickly, and thoughtfully wiped the futon with a handkerchief for her.

You Tingrong was taught Go by Shan Yunxin. The emperor loved playing chess, and his twelve years of hard work paid off. When the two played against each other, the winner was determined by a cup of tea.

"I agree." You Tingrong smiled brightly, and her eyes were filled with starlight.

Chi Qinglang's originally depressed heart was even more messed up by this smile.

You Tingrong has lived for two lifetimes, so she can clearly see that "Young master's chess skills still need to be improved!" She has never been admired by young people. Only she pleases and obeys the emperor, and carefully prays for the love of her sweetheart. No one has ever used this method.

looked at her with eyes.

Chi Qinglang's face was flushed. The normally gentle young master couldn't lift his head when he was spoken to. He stumbled and said, "Can you give Xiaosheng another chance?"

You Tingrong nodded, "Master, please take Heizi and go first."

While the two were talking, a woman's light voice came from behind, "Okay, my brother actually started playing chess and completely forgot about his sister?"

You Tingrong was shocked. The chess pieces in his hand fell on the stone table, rolling and settling. The defeat was complete.

Turning around, a beautiful woman in purple clothes with wide sleeves and a man in black robes were standing together, like a pair of beautiful women.
Chapter completed!