Wish Junshou and Tianqi

When Chu Shou walked halfway, she turned around and went down the mountain again. She said so many words with earnestness, and she didn't know if Zhao Wou-ki really listened to it.

It's just that the truth is more piercing than the winter's well water. She was in the whirlpool, but it was the first time she was at a loss, she didn't know where to go, and she didn't know what to do.

At the foot of the mountain, there were only two steps left before going down the mountain. Chu Shou looked at the two bluestone steps that had been trampled on day and night and had already become smooth. He lifted his feet and walked forward, then sighed softly, but It was because I suddenly didn't want to go any further.

She lifted her skirt and sat down comfortably, hugging her knees and looking at the lonely moon shadow all around, silent and ruthless.

Suddenly there was a neighing sound in front of him, and the sound of horseshoes was about to stop. Chu Shou raised his eyes, but he glanced at Wannian, and the person he loved was the person in front of him.

Song Yanqing got off his horse and let go of the rein. Before he could change out of the formal attire for the banquet, the young Qingming added a bit of prestige. The emotions in his eyes poured down like this moonlight, and he looked at the sitting The woman on the stone ladder didn't dare to approach, he couldn't see the color in Chu Shou's eyes, and he didn't know Chu Shou's choice this time.

Chu Shou fixed his eyes on him and thought he was a phantom created by the mist and moonlight in the forest. He stared at him for a long time with his round eyes, and then suddenly came back to his senses. , looked up at Song Yanqing again.

Seeing Chu Shou's smiling face, Song Yanqing felt relieved, let go of his tightly clenched hands, moved his throat, and then took a step and approached slowly.

Chu Shou tilted her head, resting her chin on her knees, smelling the fresh smell of the mountain forest approaching, and the dark shadow under the moon falling in front of her eyes, she patted aside, and said in a muffled voice, "Sit."

Song Yanqing sat down in response, lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes drew a thin shadow on his cheek, and stayed silently aside.

After a long time, the frightened bird flew up in the forest. Chu Shou turned his head and said in response, "Ah Zhi, what should I do? This time it seems to be really me."

"unimportant."

Song Yanqing didn't respond, and almost followed her words. After hearing this, Chu Shou felt more bitter in his heart, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he became more and more unnatural, and he didn't dare to look at him again.

"I just want to ask you a question."

"Say."

"Who was that medicine for?"

Chu Shou's eyes were startled, but he couldn't open his mouth. Then he settled down, sighed lightly, and said, "Imperial concubine."

"You Nan devoted all of his family's efforts to keep her alive. When I left Beijing, her body was already failing. She was dying for two years. The patriarch of You Nan came to beg my Azu, just in time. You came to the door. You begged with all your heart dead, depressed"

Chu Shou paused, clenched the corner of his clothes, and continued: "The medicine is not effective."

Song Yan listened, and with a low laugh, he pulled out her tightly clenched hand that was hidden in her skirt with a side hand, looked at her twinkling eyes with clear eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Next time, just make it more fake." .”

Chu Shou doesn't know how to lie, even though it looks plausible on the surface when he speaks nonsense, he doesn't know how many layers of robes he can scratch off with his hands.

Chu Shou pursed his lips, and shook off his hand, with a look of sullenness on his face, "Then what are you doing here? You don't believe me when I tell you."

Song Yanqing looked at her expression, but withdrew his hand helplessly, and said to her: "You don't need to talk about this matter, I will naturally ask someone to verify it."

"Yes, you would rather trust others than me. After I am a dignified Chu family, it is fine if you curse Concubine Rong, who is dedicated to survival, but don't curse me. I have weak knees, legs, and feet, and I have to burn you to death." .”

Chu Shou glanced at him, and was so angry that the thousand reasonable reasons he had just made up suddenly became useless. It wasn't sentimental at all, and he just wanted to hit someone, but since it started, he had to do it full set.

"You came here. What did you say to that Zhongshan King?"

"I just did some verification. After the serious illness, I did forget a lot of things. He didn't want to tell me that my hands were stained with blood, but I could vaguely guess that the scar on your heart was made by me. Your Majesty loves noble concubines, you have experienced this personally, if you don't do something, the witch clan will not be saved."

Chu Shou was still telling lies, so she had no time to care about concubines and favors.

At that time, she suddenly fell ill and had a high fever for several days. She had no time to spare and went to Kyoto to kill people and do bloodletting.

The noble concubine was already fine, and the only person who had something to do that year was herself.

Now that I think about it, it's kind of funny, she made a promise with Song Yanqing back then, saying that she would never let him suffer any more persecution, but she didn't expect that it was because she almost killed him.

All she wants now is that Song Yanqing is still a fool who believes everything she says.

Thinking of this, that unexplainable emotion flooded into her heart again, enveloping her powerless heart.

Song Yanqing looked at Chu Shou's side face, not knowing how to respond for a while, turned around, and turned his gaze to the sky.

Chu Shou stood up, patted the dust on his robe, stepped down the steps, looked at Song Yanqing and said cheerfully: "You should have heard that Cheng Xuan, the young daughter of Emperor Yong of the Northern Territory, is coming, and Gu Cheng He also escorted him all the way to the capital, and Ah Shui just handed me his letter, which said that he would fulfill his marriage contract when he came back, and that he would marry me after all his military exploits. Maybe I would go to the frontier with him and replace my grandfather. Stay there."

"However, things have already happened. I will not forget the two years of friendship between you and me, I will not forget the harm I did to you, and your kindness to the Wuzu, so I will not say anything to you I'm sorry for the hypocrisy, but to be honest, if Mr. Song has any difficulties in the future, I, the Chu family, will definitely do my best to help you, no matter what."

Chu Shou waved his hands towards Ah Shui and Sanqian who were standing aside, and then said softly: "The night dew is cold, Mr. Song might as well go home earlier."

She couldn't bear to hear Song Yanqing say anything, otherwise, she would have to be full of loopholes. As soon as she sat down in the carriage, tears rolled down like unbreakable strings. She never cried too much, but now Can't help it.

Song Yanqing watched the carriage go away, her mood fluctuated, but she was restless.

The grass and trees behind the stone ladder swayed, and a person came out from behind. The person casually wore a string of mahogany beads in his hands, a bamboo hat on his head, and a bamboo basket in his left hand, which contained fresh small fish.

It was the monk Huiyuan I met that day.

"Amitabha."

Huiyuan raised his hand to bow to Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing nodded slightly, without thinking too much, got up and took a step to leave, but was stopped by Huiyuan, "My lord, if you don't mind the newly caught fish, go up and have a glass of sake together."

It is rare for Buddhist disciples to act like this, Song Yanqing raised the corner of his mouth, readily agreed, and went up the mountain with him.

This is a remote backyard, which seems to be Huiyuan's residence. The small courtyard can be regarded as clean and tidy. There is an old tree planted in the middle of the courtyard, and the ground is withered and yellow.

In front of the tree was a stone bench and table, and a chessboard. In front of the table was a small pot with black burnt charcoal underneath.

Huiyuan asked him to sit down, then squatted aside and lit a fire, and began to deal with Xiao Yuer, he was doing it seriously, Song Yanqing also interrupted, and started playing chess by himself.

After a long time, the fish was all in the pot, and then Huiyuan said leisurely: "The princess has a cold face and a warm heart. Sometimes he seems to be a bit clever, but he doesn't have so many twists and turns in his heart."

Song Yanqing didn't respond, but picked up a chess piece, as if thinking about something.

"Back then, Zhongshan Wang's family died in vain..." Huiyuan paused, and said that he was bald, but thinking that behind this person is the Metropolitan Procuratorate, who must know everything, so he continued: "Zhao Wuji's heart is ashamed, thanks The Princess took care of her day and night, and this rekindled her faith in life."

"The princess is very kind-hearted. Looking at the vicissitudes of life in this world, she always thinks that she can help a little bit. By the way, I don't know if you know, except for the little Zhongshan King, Ah Shui and Sanqian were her childhood friends. Saved those who stayed by my side, even I was once under her shadow, I heard that Mr. Song... is also like this."

Song Yanqing's hand that sent out the chess piece froze, his eyes sank, he turned to look at Huiyuan, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that?"

Huiyuan shook his head, smiled and replied:

"It doesn't have any deep meaning. I just want to remind my lord that maybe to you, the princess is the only one who takes you out of the haze, but to her, you are not her only one."

"Of course, when I say this, I don't mean to deny your feelings for the princess. I just want to advise you to put aside the superficial layer and take a good look at your heart. Don't be like that Zhao Wuji who can't see clearly. For myself, I will root my obsession deep in my heart, and I will not be able to pull it out in the end, hurting others and hurting myself."

"The princess is very careful, she can see many people clearly, good or evil, black or white, she can always be one step ahead of others, in this world, she can see herself most clearly, what she wants and what she doesn't want , can’t escape.”

Song Yanqing lowered his eyes, closed his hands, dropped his last hand, and said like a lost soul: "I have wanted to see her heart clearly since I first met her, and I can see her eagerness to guide me out , Her whole heart is as transparent as I can see it, I don't like it, but I can't help it, within half a year I can clearly see her proficiency, the kind of proficiency that is good at saving people's hearts."

"I once asked her, if it wasn't for me, if it was just a random person in this world, would she be able to come to this point..."

Huiyuan got up, sat down on the opposite stone bench, and replied firmly: "She is upright by nature, so the answer should be yes."

Song Yanqing looked at Huiyuan's confident appearance, smiled disdainfully, her eyes darkened, and said: "She didn't say a word, she drank a pot of wine forcibly and finally fell drunk in my arms, she couldn't ask an answer, After that time, I didn't worry about it anymore, and later she always said that I believe what I hear, but the world is chaotic, and I don't want to believe anyone except her words."

"But... can this mean anything?"

Huiyuan held his son down, and looked at the person opposite with fixed eyes, a little provocative in his eyes.

The corners of Song Yanqing's mouth curled up, his eyes were as clear as a flat lake, and he said, "So I said, why do you question the love between me and her."

He watched Huiyuan's eyes turn gloomy, questioning the relationship between him and Chu Shou, which seemed to be the biggest offense to him.

After finishing speaking, his eyes gradually shifted from Hui Yuan to the back, and as soon as Zhao Wou-ki met his eyes, he hid the iron utensils in his hands behind him, speechless for a while.

Song Yanqing stood up, the eyes of the two of them flashed between lightning and flint, when Fang passed by, Zhao Wuji reached out his hand to stop him, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and asked:
"Master Song, the princess came here today and asked me a lot, what about you? Don't you have anything to ask?"

Song Yanqing felt from just now that the answers to some things have gradually become unimportant, so he turned his head slightly, calmly and calmly, and said to Zhao Qian, holding hands tightly:

"No, I already have the answer in my heart."

In the past three years, his hatred was also wrapped in longing, and the people around him desperately told him not to let go, not to let go, but it was Chu Shou, it was Chu Shou who he hoped she could kill him with her own hands, not someone else, It wasn't anyone, but someone he would protect even if she did something deviant.

After all, Song Yanqing brushed past him, leaving only his figure behind, Zhao Qianzhi listened to his words, only a short sentence, but it made him feel uncontrollable and inexplicably irritable, he hated his calmness , hate his determination, hate his self-confidence...

Seeing that Zhao Qianzhi's expression was not right, Huiyuan stood up immediately, shook his head, sighed softly, and said to him, "I just said, the relationship that both parties have firmly established is indestructible, why are you so obsessed with destroying their marriage?"

He has said everything that needs to be said for Zhao Qianzhi, and in exchange for such a result, Huiyuan is more and more convinced that Zhao Qianzhi's persistence is not without reason.

"Marriage? Since you know that he is a heavenly official and lived with Chu Shou in Hanyuan, you should know that his destiny was born for Chu Shou..."

As he said that, he laughed ferociously, holding the iron tool tightly, "Heavenly official? Shit, heavenly official, it's just a natural medicine introduction. This kind of person is not qualified to talk about a love that is in love with each other."

Before he finished speaking, Huiyuan casually took a long soup spoon and hit Zhao Qianzhi on the forehead, which made him grunt, excruciating pain.

With a serious expression, he looked at Zhao Qianzhi fixedly, and said in a cold tone, "What dirty things are you thinking about?"

Zhao Qianzhi's eyes gradually turned normal. He was often controlled by emotions, and sometimes he would speak indiscriminately, and it was easy to go to extremes, but this time... it was really difficult for him to say that he would not save Chu Shou.

"Brother Wuji!"

Su Li walked into the small courtyard in light yellow clothes, and when she saw Zhao Qianzhi, she called out sweetly. Seeing the boiling fish soup in the pot, she said happily: "I just met the Metropolitan Procuratorate." My little Mr. Song came here to find Master Huiyuan."

Huiyuan smiled and waved his hands again and again, disapproving of the title of master.

"Brother Wuji, did you have a good meal tonight? I asked them to go to the south of the city to pack some dim sum, do you want to try it?"

Zhao Qianzhi ignored Su Li's overtures and invitation, just as Hui Yuan said, the obsession took root in his heart, and he couldn't pull it out.

He didn't react at all, as if he was cold and unwilling to listen, Su Li saw that he tied up his hair today, which was very different from the past, and his whole body was covered with a gloomy atmosphere, so he couldn't help but look at Huiyuan, Huiyuan shook his head lightly, expressing helplessness.

She brought snacks from the servants behind her, and followed Zhao Qianzhi's footsteps. Although she was not tall or big, she had a tenacity since she was a child, and it was difficult to change who she was.

Seeing the entanglement of several people, Huiyuan couldn't help but clenched the Buddha beads tightly, sighed, and shook his head, "The world is impermanent, only love is eternal, and it is instantaneous."