Husband has a sweetheart

Lu Wei was so shocked that he was speechless.

He had thought about what to do after his death, purely because he was afraid that one day he would be unlucky enough to pass away on the battlefield, leaving orphans and widows to be slaughtered by others.

Be it Emperor Anping, Jin Yongxiu, or all the vassal kings, they are all wolves, tigers, and leopards, and they have been coveting the wealth of Liangzhou for a long time.

If he died, I'm afraid these people would drive out the orphans and widows and kill them all in order to rob Liangzhou.

They have strategists and brave generals, and their relationship with the grassland is now relatively harmonious. Zhang Yuqing is capable and courageous, and he will definitely be able to protect their children and the family business they built with great difficulty.

"The rebellion of King Jiangxia is just the beginning." Lu Wei said softly, "The world will only become more chaotic in the future."

The king of Jiangxia, the king of Yanzhou and other princes were not outstanding in strength, but they fought for several years to suppress the rebellion.All the vassal kings and frontier officials saw that Daxia was weak, with no money, no food, and no available generals.

Emperor Anping wanted to kill Jin Yongxiu, but it might have been too early.

Zhang Yuqing said: "We don't talk about the general situation of the country. If I leave first, will you raise your three children well?"

Lu Wei's face darkened, and he said holding back his anger: "I won't let you leave first, we have to go together!"

"You must get another wife and have children. Even if you don't love them, don't let your stepmother raise them to waste..." Zhang Yuqing said to herself, burying her head in Lu Wei's arms, tears falling on the bed.

Lu Wei was furious, what did Zhang Yuqing think of him!He was about to speak when he heard the choking in Zhang Yuqing's words. He hurriedly turned her over to face him and saw two lines of clear tears on Zhang Yuqing's face.

Tears fell on his hands, and Lu Wei's whole body seemed to be on fire.

He was not afraid of anything, he was just afraid that Zhang Yuqing would shed tears, like using a knife to cut out his heart.

"What's wrong with you? What kind of nightmare did you have? Why do you think of such a mess?" Lu Wei said softly, kissing away the tears on Zhang Yuqing's face.

After Zhang Yuqing cried, he took a deep breath. The anxiety in his heart was released, and he became calm again, just like a beach after low tide.

She knew in her heart that this wouldn't work. She couldn't control herself. She was tortured by the destined ending of this world and suffered a mental breakdown.

The one of Emperor Anping is painted with white?Her face, full of lifelessness, was like a reminder. Every time she thought of that glimpse in the palace banquet hall, she felt frightened.

Do it!
Before this world reaches its end, before her fate ends, put an end to the hatred that has been buried in her heart for so many years.

"Go to sleep." Zhang Yuqing said softly.

Lu Wei and Zhang Yuqing intertwined their fingers, kissed her beautiful eyebrows, and said, "One day, when I raise my child, I will come to you. Are you relieved, Mrs. Lu?"

He made a promise in his heart that he would have three lives with Zhang Yuqing, so he would never be without her for the rest of his life.He is not afraid of death, nor is he greedy for the glory of this world. He is just worried that if he leaves this world too late and after too long, Zhang Yuqing will not recognize him in his next life.

Zhang Yuqing closed his eyes and smiled.

She thought she might be worrying too much. Lu Wei was still a gentleman in essence. Even if he married another wife, he would not let the children left by his previous wife be beaten or scolded.

Besides, Sheng Guixin will definitely find a way to take care of her three children. If she really can't survive, she will take them away at the worst possible time.

After several days of spring rain, on the day of Fengchan, the sky was clear and the vision was wide. The clear water of Taiye Pond was as clear as water and shimmering. The bluestone slabs on the road had been washed clean by the rain of the previous few days and were free of dust.

It was a perfect day, the blue sky was clear and cloudless, and it was refreshing.

Emperor Anping woke up early in the morning and looked at the rising sun outside. Long Yan was overjoyed and felt that God was recognizing him as the true Dragon Emperor and the orthodox one.

The team escorting Emperor Anping from the palace came out in an endless stream along the high red palace wall. Thousands of green silk ribbons hung from the willow trees beside the palace wall. The golden morning sun fell through the gaps in the leaves and cast little bits of light on these palace maids. On the body.

Both sides of the road were lined with guards maintaining order. They were all wearing bright red military robes, black iron armor, and holding steel guns. They were full of momentum.

However, anyone who has been on the battlefield knows that this group of imperial guards are all useless showpieces. They are purely selected to be tall and good-looking to give appearance to the royal family.

However, it is enough to scare the common people.

The common people had already crowded on the roadside to see the rare and beautiful palace maids.

Emperor Anping rode a tall dragon chariot carried by 64 people, surrounded by bright yellow curtains, airtight, and escorted by hundreds of imperial guards, like a moving fortress, marching slowly in the middle of the team.

It takes about afternoon to walk from the palace to Fengchan Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing.

According to the arrangement, Emperor Anping would camp at the foot of the mountain for one night and climb the mountain early tomorrow morning in order to enshrine the Zen at an auspicious time.

The civil and military ministers were divided into two rows and followed behind the dragon chariot.

Lu Wei was also among them.

As the most favored military attache of Emperor Anping recently, Lu Wei's position was behind the prince's carriage, only one prince away from Long Chaan, and next to him was Jin Yongxiu.

The common people could not see the emperor, but could only look at the ministers. They did not recognize who these ministers were, and they all stared at the young, handsome ministers.Lu Wei was naturally the most watched, followed by Jin Yongxiu, and then the young civil servants.

Lu Wei didn't think it was anything just to be watched, but he was too close to the dragon chariot. Emperor Anping even took a few beauties to have fun when he went out to enshrine himself. From time to time, some unpleasant sounds came from the dragon chariot, which made him A frown could kill a fly.

After Lu Wei left home, Zhang Yuqing made an excuse to go out to visit Princess Duanshu, and took a few people out in a carriage.

We quietly walked up the mountain from the other side of Meishan Mountain, and by noon we had reached Canglong Temple on the top of the mountain.

Canglong Temple is just a very small temple, dilapidated and in disrepair. There are only a few people in the suburbs, and since it is built on the top of a mountain, the population is even sparse. There are not many pilgrims all year round, and there are only two monks. One is the abbot, and the other is the abbot's disciple. Both of them are wearing gray cloth monk robes that are fully patched, and they look very poor.

Zhang Yuqing originally thought that it would take a lot of effort to enter the temple, but when the abbot and his disciples saw Zhang Yuqing, they opened the door and let the carriage enter the temple without asking.

Looking at the appearance of these two people, they look vaguely familiar.

Zhang Yuqing lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and figured out why these two people looked familiar. Didn't Ku De, who identified the daughter of Feng Ming at Huangjue Temple, also look like this?

The abbot let Zhang Yuqing enter the temple, and then led his disciples to chant sutras, as if he was a benefactor. The sound of wooden fish, soft and heavy, was heard in the small clean room, as well as the sounds of two monks chanting sutras.

"You guys..." Zhang Yuqing stood outside the clean room with her hands behind her back, wondering in her heart.

The abbot stood up, sang "Amitabha", and said: "Since the donor has come to this temple, he must be a person who sincerely worships the Buddha. Everyone has his or her own destiny, and everyone has his own Buddha's heart. The way is different, and the heart is different. It's different, even the Buddha can see it. The main hall is in the backyard, so the donor can do what he wants."

Translated, this means you worship yours and I worship mine. If I don’t bother you, don’t bother me either.

Before leaving the Lu family, Zhang Yuqing had made plans to fight in Canglong Temple and tie up the two monks who were causing trouble and kidnap them away so that they would not get in the way.

Who would have thought that these two monks were so sensible that they only stayed in a small room by the front door and gave them the entire backyard.

"I wonder what kind of Buddhism the two masters practice?" Zhang Yuqing asked.

The abbot smiled and touched the green and black hair sprouting on his head, "Don't you remember the poor monk, Donor Zhang?"

Zhang Yuqing's eyes suddenly widened, and a light flashed in his dark eyes.

"The poor monk still remembers the words that donor Zhang gave to the poor monk in Huangjue Temple back then. He was so enlightened that he always reminded himself that the Buddha's heart is pure and he dare not forget it." The abbot said with a smile.

Zhang Yuqing clenched his fists, stared at him carefully, and suddenly realized, "You are a disciple of Ku De!"

Although this bald donkey didn't look like a wealthy monk at first glance like Xuande, he was clean and respectable at least. He thought she was disrespectful to Ku De, so she turned red in the face and had nothing to say.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for a few years, this bald donkey would follow the old path of master Ku De. Look at this dress, what is the difference between him and a beggar?
You can't blame her for not recognizing it.

"You have changed a lot!" Zhang Yuqing said with emotion, "What do you call me, Master?"

The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk's Dharma name is Bo Yuan. The poor monk has little talent and little knowledge. He dare not bear the name of Master. Donor Zhang has implemented benevolent policies and performed good deeds in Liangzhou. He has the heart of a Bodhisattva to save all sentient beings. The poor monk, master and disciples all feel deeply about it." admire."

Zhang Yuqing's doubts deepened, "Where is Master Kude now?"

"Master travels all over the world and is at home all over the world. Even a poor monk doesn't know where he is." Puyuan said, "But master's power is boundless..."

Zhang Yuqing wanted to laugh when he heard this, "Does Kude also have a name called Xingxiu Laoxian?"

The old immortal of Xingxiu has boundless magic power.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud when she thought about the virtue of practicing asceticism in the deep mountains and old forests, being touted by a few similarly ragged disciples for their boundless power.

It is true that his power is boundless. Look at Ku De's brainwashing skills and leverage. Even in modern society, he has to be a successful master.

Puyuan looked at Zhang Yuqing in confusion, "No... what is Xingxu Laoxian?"

"Your master's kindness is in my heart, just like the stars in the sky, he is an immortal descending to earth!" Zhang Yuqing was talking nonsense.

Puyuan said with a serious look on his face: "That's true. Master is different from ordinary people like us."

After a few pleasantries, Bo Yuan went to practice Zen.Zhang Yuqing watched him walk back into the small room, closed the door, and knocked on wooden fish to chant sutras with his disciples.

Zhang Yuqing stared at the two of them with dark eyes, then quietly turned around and went to the backyard.

Du Jingyi drove the carriage to the open yard of the backyard, closed the door to the backyard, and pressed the switch inside the carriage. The top of the carriage slowly unfolded and turned into a large platform.

Zhang Yuqing climbed onto the platform with Du Jingyi's hand, and vaguely saw the hilltop opposite covered in red.

"That's where the Zen ceremony is?" Zhang Yuqing asked.