I left Longhua at dawn, and when I returned, the furnace was filled with incense and embers.
If you kowtow silently for nine times and pray for all your wishes, your spirit will be everywhere in the temple.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, which was an auspicious day, Lengxiang Pavilion was closed for half a day as usual. Mrs. Mo and the courtesan got up early to go to the Changsheng Temple to offer incense. The martial law in and out of the city gate had been lifted. The person in charge lived forever and the Xuanhe celebration did not last more than two days. Today, everyone says that in a prosperous age, a virtuous government governs the country, and if the emperor does not engage in extravagance or extravagance, God will definitely bless Cangwu.
The emperor has a long life and has extended his blessings. Several states and counties have allocated large sums of food aid and cut taxes, giving real benefits to the common people. Words and poems praising virtues have naturally been sung. Under the general trend, a few have gone against the grain. The sound of the journey was drowned, and the brief moment was not allowed to be revealed before disappearing.
"I'm finally able to go out. I heard earlier that the village woman in the east end couldn't read big characters and couldn't read the notice about martial law at the city gate. She was almost beaten to death by the soldiers as she was a traitor."
Mrs. Mo Zhang took Qiu Xiao and Shui Zhi with her, while Shen Yuan led two maids in the back of another car. The morning fog had not dispersed, and there was a thin layer of frost on the road. The boy drove the car as carefully as possible. Shen Yuan got up early, and he was still driving. A little sleepy, Feiyun pressed her forehead and whispered the gossip she heard.
Feiyue clicked her tongue: "Is there such a thing? What does a village woman know? Even if she takes the wrong road, she can just rush back. How can she kill her?"
"What's so strange? Even if a village woman was really beaten to death, she would only be compensated with a few taels of silver. What's more, it would be impossible to beat her up with a rake." Shen Yuan closed his eyes and slowly read the gun in Mosuo's hand. Sandalwood beads string, "Have you forgotten Feiyue? When we were young, our family was targeted by the government, beaten, looted, beaten and kicked. It was just like being robbed by a thief."
It was the darkest time in her more than 20 years except for being abducted. Fortunately, Mrs. Mo Zhang came through, and the entire Mo Zhang family survived. Shen Han was an important minister in the court, and the Shen family has been in the northwest for generations. Although Shen Yuan is an important official, he doesn't have much affection for officials. This is precisely why.
I still remember the time when the police officer surnamed Yuan from Mo Jingcheng bravely went to Lengxiang Pavilion to track down the fugitives for official duties. The court lady recognized his identity at a glance. , but couldn’t refute even a single word.
She does not deny that Cangwu has good officials, nor can she avoid the fact that her own brother is an important official. However, if she hears about the government forcing the people to rebel, this cold beauty just wants to ridicule and engrave into the story what Qifeng experienced back then. marrow.
"It's over. Girl, maybe you should try to let it go." Feiyue put out the small silver hammer and brought out the warm pear soup on the way. "Now that we have enough food and warm clothes, we are already much better than countless people." Duo. My servant knows that the girl has hatred in her heart, but thinking too much about her is not beneficial to her health, and can only make her miserable."
Feiyun nodded in agreement, helped Feiyue remove the silverware, and boiled a pot of hot water. Shen Yuan did not comment, holding the spoon and stirring slowly. The pear soup was well stewed, the white fungus was extremely soft, and the fragrance was full of sweetness. into a small carriage.
"To say that the general cares most about us girls, a few pears have to be sent thousands of miles away. At first glance, the fruits are no bigger than a palm, but the stewed soup is actually sweeter than usual." Feiyun sniffed her nose. Ask for luck.
The curve of the corners of Shen Yuan's lips was subtle, as if he was about to hand out the covered cup: "If you're hungry, take it and eat it as you like. I'm happy that my brother is being nice to me, but I'm also worried that it will be a waste. If anyone is interested, take note and read his book someday. I don’t know what kind of trouble it will cause.”
The wheels rolled out of the city gate tower in about half an hour, and the outline of Yuxia Mountain in the distance could be vaguely seen. The mountains were hazy, and the clouds covered the fog, as if they were in a fairyland. Shen Yuan closed his eyes and rested, with the "The Legacy of Guzhu" beside him. "I have read less than half of it. The stories in it are either fantastic and confusing, too obscure and difficult to understand, or they are as simple and straightforward as a child's playfulness and nonsense - sometimes the Lengxiang oiran does not understand. The ancient ancestors compiled such a book and handed it down to the world. What exactly is the intention?
Is it a simple and simple faith, a desperate destination, or an ardent pursuit that leaves no trace after witnessing a miracle? She is so unlucky that she was not born in that bizarre generation, but was thrown into this long world of mortals, where she will live her whole life. Mortal body of flesh and bones.
The book says that spiritual power is exhausted, Taoism and Dharma are declining, the gods return to heaven, and the next world falls.
How lucky am I? I escaped those years when people, gods, ghosts and monsters were so chaotic that I couldn't look back. Even if everything was mediocre, at least my life was safe.
She was not the most devout believer, but after reading too many books like this, she couldn't help but want to see it with her own eyes. The book also said that the plumage of the Suzaku is as bright as the morning glow, and its four tails can cover the sun and the sky. What should it be like? The scene? Shen Yuan had only seen the clay body of the beauty molded by later generations in the temple, and could not imagine how glorious the real body would be.
The walk up the mountain was not difficult. Shen Yuan gathered his cloak and walked hand in hand with Qiu Xiao. The girls followed behind with bamboo baskets. Mrs. Mo Zhang and Shuizhi were exhorting something, which seemed to be about Taoist Lingxu. Shen Yuan didn't know whether the other party was really enlightened, but he only knew that he liked to wander around. By chance, he could meet him by offering incense on the mountain.
"Mother, after I've finished paying homage to the three officials, I still have an appointment with the owner of Huai'an Village. If I don't want to delay it, I won't go with my mother to see Taoist Lingxu." The oiran caught up with her in a small step and said in a low voice.
Mrs. Mo Zhang approved everything, and she arrived at the Shanmen Hall immediately. The plaque was illuminated by the sun, and it remained the same day after day. However, when she first came, the dazzling clouds she saw by chance when she turned around could not be more impressive. Those who arrived earlier The pilgrims were already leaving one after another, and many of them were overjoyed, as they had obviously won the lottery.
Bowing three times and bowing nine times, he bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows. The moment he bent down, Shen Yuan was still convinced. He prayed that his relatives and limbs would be safe and peaceful for a long time, that the moon would be full and the flowers would be beautiful, and that the deceased would return early. He also hoped that his family and country would be peaceful, and that the oceans and rivers would be clear.
The robe is hanging to the ground. The color of thistle pink is delicate, and it can be fresh and refined if matched properly. Shen Yuan chose a simple moon-white robe, with cloisonné grape flowers rolled on the hem at the placket. He made an exception by wearing a slanted pony bun. A pair of small emerald phoenixes are pressed at the bottom of the hair, and there are coral tassels in the mouth, and a few pearls are scattered here and there. Use less makeup and powder, and use a thin layer of floral dew balm, leaving only the beautiful peach blossoms and natural hibiscus.
No one stayed long. Mrs. Mo Zhang led Shui Zhi and Qiu Xiao to visit the real person. Master Shen Yuan and his entourage set off for Yuezhou Lai Villa. Qiu Xiao was originally brought out by the pavilion master, who intended for her to follow the oiran. However, he said that he would probably have to sit down for a while, which would delay things in the building, so he would not keep Qiu Xiao by his side.
"The girl has always been close to Miss Sheng, why did she suddenly stop following her today?" Feiyun asked curiously after they both walked away. Shen Yuan did not stop and walked straight to the blessing tree as if he hadn't heard anything. This chapter has been completed!