When Fang Yingwu returned to the courtyard in front of the palace, Liu Mianhua was the only one left again. When he walked in front of Liu Mianhua, Fang Yingwu spoke first: "Now, Old Taishan, you should feel relieved, right?"
Things have evolved to such an extent that Liu Mianhua's anxiety has been completely resolved. Looking back on it, even he himself felt that his performance was a bit unbearable, so he didn't want to mention it again. He just asked: "I'm afraid this marriage will happen again."
It’s been delayed, what should I do in the future?”
This sentence may be about marriage, or other matters, or both. Fang Yingwu thought about it and replied: "There is no other way. For the sake of safety, my son-in-law can only spend his time here."
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Liu Mianhua asked: "How long do you think it will take?"
Of course Fang Yingwu knew the most accurate time in his heart, if the general trend of history did not change. But he couldn't say it in too much detail. He just said vaguely: "I can't say for sure, maybe ten days and a half, maybe a year or two, Lao Taishan doesn't have to worry.
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"You have to remember that my daughter has been waiting for you." Liu Mianhua said before leaving.
Fang Yingwu suddenly remembered something and said again: "There is one more thing that Old Taishan can take care of. As soon as possible, I will ask you to choose a concubine for the crown prince. This is also a favor that is not taken in vain."
Since then, Wanjia's surveillance has not been removed, and it seems that they are ready for long-term control. Therefore, Fang Yingwu can only live in Ciren Temple, unable to leave.
As he lived there, the days gradually became countless. At first, Fang Yingwu had the time to remember them, but later, Fang Yingwu was too lazy to count the days. As time passed day by day, flowers bloomed and fell.
, year after year. The temple is like a pool of stagnant water. Good people continue to lurk, and bad people continue to rot.
At first, the courtiers were not used to this quiet state. The court without Fang Yingwu seemed lifeless and lifeless. But as time went by, the courtiers got used to it again, and Fang Yingwu gradually faded out of the public eye.
Ciren Temple occupies a large area, but in Fang Yingwu's eyes, it is just a small area, which is very frustrating. But he understands that he must endure it. The outside is no longer suitable for him to live. Only Ciren Temple is small.
Only then can you have your own place, and you can slowly wait for the turning point to appear.
Both sides are a little angry. This is a long-term psychological war. The two Wanjia did not expect that Fang Yingwu would be so stubborn and would not speak out if he could not speak out. Fang Yingwu did not expect that the two Wanjia would be so cruel.
I really won’t leave.
The days of being trapped in the temple were boring, especially when there was always an eminent monk who could not be beaten or scolded, tirelessly nagging in his ears, trying to develop other people as disciples.
Fortunately, Wang Zhi and Liu Sanniang came to see him from time to time, which gave Fang Yingwu a little more color in his boring trapped life. Well, the two-room concubine at home often brought his son to offer incense. After offering incense, he came to
Taking a nap in the guest room for half a day is considered human nature. Master Xingxian pinched his nose and tolerated it.
Fang Yingwu, who had some time to spare, finally had the mood and time to continue his great work of plagiarism. As a result, love poems were circulated, all of which were addressed to Miss Liu San. This poem spread among the literati and the people in the capital.
A few poems barely try their best to give Fang Yingwu his only sense of existence.
However, Master Xingxian finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to the door with an unhappy expression, and the other party responded: "The donor is staying in our temple, and the poor monk is very welcome. But can you please stop writing those words about male love and female love?"
Fang Yingwu was surprised and said: "Master, although you are the abbot of this temple, do you have too much control? Even the emperor did not stop me from writing this."
Master Xingxian said angrily: "Just because your bad poems about love between men and women spread in the temple first, it made everyone in the temple feel excited. Thoughts about the world are coming one after another! Why can't this poor monk control it?"
Fang Yingwu gave a free and easy "haha" smile and wrote: "Feelings. Don't blame me for being sad when I was young. A hairspring of a hundred feet is easy to get involved. How can you not be melancholy when you are in spring, and how can you not be pitiful when you are in love? There is snow on Du Qu's pear flower cup.
, The fragrant grass in Baling is smoked in the dream. The future is full of golden tears on both sleeves, and the public case is born in the white bones of Zen. The old queen thinks that she should not regret it, and she wears clothes and holds an alms bowl in front of the courtyard."
As soon as this poem came out, Luoyang, the imperial capital of the capital, was recited by almost everyone among the literati. The sentence "Golden tears are on the sleeves of the future, and white bones are born on the three cases", combined with Fang Yingwu's experience of being trapped in a Zen temple after becoming successful as a young man, it seems to have a special meaning.
It has a different kind of charm and even gave birth to a few legends that can be passed down for thousands of years.
In the blink of an eye, spring passed and autumn came, and then winter came to an end and spring came again. Before the first month, Fang Yingwu was warming himself by the fire in his room and reading a book. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the north wind blew into the room.
Fang Yingwu looked up dissatisfied, and it turned out to be Xiang Chengxian.
"Something big has happened! Something big has happened!" Xiang Chengxian looked completely unsteady, his limbs were moving randomly, and he didn't know whether he was dancing or being at a loss.
Fang Yingwu asked: "What big thing can make you lose your composure?" Xiang Chengxian said mysteriously: "I just learned the news from the palace that Wan Niangniang passed away! Do you think it is a big thing? For you, it's still a big deal.
Is there anything bigger than this?”
Hearing this huge news, Fang Yingwu had a strange expression on his face and asked solemnly: "How did Wan Niangniang pass away?"
"Originally, Wan Niangniang's health was deteriorating, and she could not tolerate any drastic fluctuations. But in the first month of the year, Wan Niangniang became angry for some reason, and then her heart orifices were blocked. She died before treatment."
Fang Yingwu felt relieved after hearing this. The death of Concubine Wan Gui seemed to be consistent with historical records. In other words, the huge inertia of history is still there, and the "predictor" he relied on is still there!
Xiang Chengxian said again: "Things have changed like this, can you come out of seclusion?"
Fang Yingwu thought for a while and said: "It can only be said that there has been a turning point, and we still need to wait. Although Wan Niangniang is gone, she is still in the emperor's heart, and her influence needs to be gradually eliminated. Anyone who makes trouble at this time will surely suffer.
The emperor hates punishment. So it is better to be still than to move. I have been trapped for so long, and I don’t care about waiting for a few more days. Maybe I am in a hurry to jump out."
Fang Yingwu only said to wait for Concubine Wan Gui's influence to gradually disappear, but did not say to wait for the death of the emperor, so as not to shock the world and scare Xiang Chengxian. However, Xiang Chengxian was a little anxious, "When will this day be over!"
Fang Yingwu said with confidence: "It's coming soon, it shouldn't take long!"
Time flies and another half a year has passed. The location of Ciren Temple in this time and space is different from the Ciren Temple in Fang Yingwu's previous life. It is located near the Bell and Drum Tower outside the north gate of the palace, not too far from the palace.
On this day, Fang Yingwu was leisurely watching the evening classes of the monks. Suddenly, everyone heard a strange sound of "Woo-Woo" coming from the direction of the palace. It was like thousands of people shouting together, and it was like thousands of people's low roars.
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Monk Xingxian stood outside the mountain gate and looked at it for a few times. When he came back, he said to the other party: "Congratulations to the donor, the clouds have finally cleared and the moon is bright! This temple has no chance. After all, we can't keep a big Buddha like you."
Fang Yingwu pretended to be confused: "What do you mean by Master's words? I don't understand." Master Xingxian shook his head and said: "You understand." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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