The concubines and servants were all present, and the imperial concubine had to maintain her dignity, so she had no choice but to lose her composure in front of everyone, so she had to let her go. The queen, who was in the upper position, seemed to be very interested and tried to send someone to inquire. Fortunately, Xuanchen moved steadily and got out half the time.
palace gate.
Chang'an turned around and stood still before getting into the car, staring at the red-painted palace wall for a long time. Xuanchen could probably guess what he was thinking, and he couldn't help but guess what the imperial concubine wanted.
What is it that I am seeking that is so contrary to nature that two enlightened people can avoid it like this?
When we arrived in Chang'an for our next trip, the abbot of Changsheng Temple could not ask for help.
During this period, there were still many pilgrims coming and going to see Taoist Lingxu. They all had similar thoughts, hoping that one day they would be lucky enough to meet the Taoist when he came back from the mountain climbing gate. Unfortunately, everyone's luck could be determined, and they could be found anywhere.
What a coincidence.
Many people in Cangwu still remember that it was that year when auspicious signs were born and hundreds of birds sang in harmony. People with a little bit of spiritual wisdom said that this was a blessing from heaven and earth, the king of gods was reincarnated, and the spirit of the red bird was about to live in the world.
Chang'an left in a hurry. From this time on, he followed the example of his master. The date of his return became more and more uncertain. He obviously wanted to avoid the people in the palace. He calculated that the concubine's delivery period had passed, so Taoist Lingxu came back first.
, he left a message, asking Xuanchen to inform Changan. The content was brief but to the point.
"Excessive wisdom is easy to die."
Xuan Chen kept his instructions and waited for a long time. Until the spring of the fifth year, the remaining snow had not yet melted. He almost thought that the master and the apprentice would never come back. But in the evening, when he was supervising the little Taoist boy to sweep the yard, there was a knock on the mountain gate.
, Changan crossed the threshold with a dejected look on his face.
When the abbot saw him for the first time, he looked haggard and haggard. Only the compass that never left his body could prove that he had recognized the wrong person. Before Xuan Chen could speak, Chang An had already waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to speak.
"It's hard to defy destiny... I spent five years in vain, but in the end I failed to fight against heaven."
Calculating carefully, Chang An should have passed Buhuo's age long ago, but despite the marks left by the long journey, his voice is still as clear as a teenager. Xuan Chen no longer cared to think about this, turned around and ordered the Taoist boy to clean up the house, and told Chang An to go back to his room to rest first.
, everything is an afterthought.
Somehow, Xuan Chen remembered the situation that year when Chang'an left. The story of the bird god who protects the country has been passed down from generation to generation. If it is true, it is also a good thing for Cangwu. Chang'an's departure from home may be related to this, but this stargazer said
It's very strict. Once you have a good rest and calm down, you won't be able to ask any questions.
Hearing the meaning of the few words, he foresaw the coming storm and decided to stay in Northern Xinjiang to try to prevent the beginning of a conspiracy. Naturally, he failed and almost got himself involved. He saw with his own eyes the protection of the country.
The hero's legitimate daughter was kidnapped by the bandits. The orphans and widows were unable to find her, and she passed away with regret. He once wanted to risk his life to rescue the child, but his skills were inferior and he was discovered before he could get close. He almost had one of his legs broken by someone's tooth.
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In the final analysis... Chang'an is just a weak warlock. He doesn't know how to fight or fight, and is unable to protect himself. Facing the coming danger, he has no room to deal with it except to attack his heart with anger.
Xuanchen remembered the words left by Taoist Lingxu and relayed them to Chang'an as they were. After hearing this, the latter was silent for a long time. He straightened his body and bowed deeply to the abbot. He did not go out to look at the stars that night. He stayed in his room and groped for the whole night.
compass.
After more than ten years of ups and downs, Chang'an's days in Guanli were numbered, and the same was true for Taoist Lingxu. Abbot Xuanchen was not old, but his beard and hair were gradually turning gray.
There were too many people in the place. During this period, there was an incident. The current owner of the East Palace requested to go up the mountain and invite Xuan Chen to enter the palace again to pray for his wife.
The Crown Princess can be said to be a virtuous and virtuous woman. She is pregnant with Liujia, but her belly is still decent. Her eyebrows are not beautiful, but she is generous and generous, and the most important thing is the good temperament of a true wife. In the palace of the prince of a country
There is no shortage of Xiaoxing, but she is always humble and docile when she sees the Crown Princess, and no one dares to overstep her bounds.
Between the fragrant clothes and temples, there is an inconspicuous and thin figure. She is wearing silk and satin, and even wearing gold and silver cannot hide the aura of loneliness. Her facial features are more delicate than the princess's when you look closely, her eyes are like peach blossoms, her nose is turned up and her eyebrows are willowy;
There are many servants following them, but compared to looking after them, the eyes of those women are more like monitoring. Considering the age, she really shouldn’t be a concubine. If she is a maid, the treatment is too unusual.
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I don't know if I heard something wrong, but others seemed to call her "princess". The Temple of Immortality is not worshiped by the heavenly family. Xuanchen doesn't know much about the dragons and phoenixes in the palace. The girl's appearance is not similar to that of the prince, which is surprising.
I can't figure out the way.
"The little princess lives in Cangwu. She doesn't like to talk on weekdays. There is no one in the East Palace she wants to get close to."
Xu Shi realized that the abbot was curious about the girl. Taking advantage of the opportunity to read the signature, the Crown Princess took the initiative to talk about it. It turned out that it was a hostage sent from a foreign country. She left her hometown at a young age and could never see her parents and brothers again. If she was not careful, she might still be there.
It's pitiful enough to cause death.
An inconspicuous concubine, in exchange for the lasting peace on the border, was not a loss-making deal. Emperor Cangwu placed the girl in the crown prince's womb for upbringing, and his intention was self-evident.
When the Crown Princess talked about it, she didn't have the slightest hint of jealousy - she was just a chess piece, not a noble daughter of a marriage between two countries, so there was nothing to worry about.
However, not only one country on the Cangwu border, but not all the leaders of the territories were willing to exchange women from their tribes for peace. The war never really subsided, and the rare letters from Chang'an or Lingxu Taoist would also mention what they saw.
The wars on the border are common, and the people are in dire straits.
The years went on like this, until now he is considered to be a well-versed in politics and people. A few days before Chang'an came back, Taoist Lingxu set out as before, so Xuanchen saw Chang'an coming back, and he just understood in his heart. After dinner, Chang'an and Xuanchen sat down
, talking about an incident on the way home.
The stargazer said that the war smoke at the border has not affected the territory yet, but it is a pity for the envoys of a certain country who are returning to their hometown. The battles between small tribes have always been unclear about right and wrong, good and evil, only endless fighting, and the winner is the winner.
King, the loser is a bandit.
Cangwu never intervened in it. At most, when someone came to ask for help, he would show the demeanor of the heavenly kingdom and reconcile a few words. During this longevity celebration, the envoys received an edict and advanced their return date, only to leave the border line unexpectedly.
Then he was ambushed, and the leading general was killed. He fell into a mountain stream, and no bones were left.
"The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir dream."
Chang'an sighed a lot. He lowered his head and took a sip of hot tea. He was thankful that he had escaped in time and was not affected by it.