Reborn Princess Chasing Her Husband Crematorium

Shen Qing didn't know that there would be such a snow scene in the mountains on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

Endless white extends from the skyline, covering mountains, rivers, trees and all traces of life. The snow-covered peaks tower into the clouds, and there are many mountains, and every place exudes tranquility and solemnity.

The trees in the mountains are sleeping under the snow, and the snow on the treetops is like cotton, as if they are the guardians of winter.

The stream solidified in the icy cold air and became quiet and docile, winding like a silver ribbon on the snow.

In this world of ice and snow, the world seems to have stopped, without the hustle and bustle.

Only the occasional sound of wind and the small sound of falling snowflakes broke the tranquility. The air is fresh and cold, and breathing it in makes people feel a cool tranquility.

Looking at such a snowy scene, Shen Qing wanted to do his best to protect every inch of land and every person in the Xi Kingdom.

The snow scene is imprinted in Shen Qing's eyes, and in Shen Qing's eyes, there is a world.

Shen Qing is looking at the snow, and Tang Zongjiu is looking at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing's white skin seemed to blend in with the snowy scene, and the red turtle draped around her body made her look like a snow elf, holy and beautiful.

This is the first time that Tang Zongjiu has completely let go of the pain caused by Princess Shang, and is ready to completely accept his identity as the "consort".

He stepped forward in two steps and stood behind Shen Qing.

"How is it?" Tang Zongjiu asked softly.

"It's so beautiful!" Shen Qing admired sincerely, "Don't you think so?"

Tang Zongjiu's eyes stayed on Shen Qing for a moment: "Well, it's beautiful."

"Tang Zongjiu." Shen Qing called.

"Yeah." Tang Zongjiu responded.

"The matter of Heli..." As soon as Shen Qing started to speak, he was interrupted by Tang Zongjiu.

"Let's talk about it later," Tang Zong said while drinking.

"I will still find a way, don't worry." Shen Qing said seriously.

"...Hmm." Tang Zongjiu's "Hmm" was much lower than the previous one.

Fighting with an iron horse and fighting on the battlefield has always been Tang Zongjiu's dream and goal in life.

If he had the chance to go to the battlefield, he would definitely be happy to do so. If he didn't have the chance, then he would take his identity as "consort" seriously.

Just because Tang Zongjiu figured it out, he invited Shen Qing to enjoy the snow. It was not so much a compromise with Shen Qing as a compromise with himself.

"Amitabha, the young monk is disturbing the two donors."

A childish voice came from behind Shen Qing and Tang Zong.

After hearing this, Shen Qing looked around and saw a young novice monk behind Su Fang.

"Are you...?" Shen Qing asked.

The young novice monk saluted Shen Qing and Tang Zongjiu: "Young monk Huiyan, I have met Her Royal Highness the Princess, the Consort."

"Excuse me, what do you want from us?"

"President Wuwang learned that Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Consort were visiting the Huguo Temple, so he specially sent a young monk to ask the Princess and the Consort if they were interested in coming to the Huguo Temple to listen to scriptures."

"Listen to the scriptures?"

"Today, the host will hold a Dharma altar at Huguo Temple. Anyone who is destined can go there."

The New Year Dharma altar hosted by Wuwu is rare.

Shen Qing and Tang Zongjiu naturally would not refuse.

Huguo Temple is located at the foot of the mountain, far away from the hustle and bustle of the capital, solemn and peaceful.

The main body of Huguo Temple is composed of yellow walls and red tiles, which looks magnificent, simple and elegant in the sunshine.

The gate of the temple is carved with auspicious clouds and auspicious animals, which symbolize good luck and good luck.

Entering the temple, you can see a tall ancient tree with lush branches, which seems to tell people the history of the temple.

At this time, the altar has begun.

Wuwang was still wearing the gold-rimmed red cassock, sitting cross-legged on the mat, repeatedly flipping a string of Buddhist beads with his hands, and spitting out Buddhist scriptures from his mouth.

The Sanskrit music in the temple was melodious, and the incense was in full bloom. The monks were sitting aside in their robes, and the pilgrims were sitting in the middle of the main hall of Huguo Temple, face to face with Wuwang.

Under the guidance of the young monk, Shen Qing and Tang Zongjiu sat down. Shen Qing closed his eyes and began to listen to the Dharma.

The mountain of blood and corpses has always been Shen Qing's nightmare.

The long sword with a cold gleam and the fallen corpses would appear in Shen Qing's dreams from time to time.

At this moment, the sword seemed to fall down, and the body disappeared little by little.

The completely destroyed palace was restored to its original state, Emperor Wan Zhen's head was not cut off, and Empress Ji was not stabbed in the chest.

Shen Qing's troubled heart seemed to be at peace here, at this moment.

Shen Qing suddenly fell in love with the calm and calm feeling while listening to Buddhist teachings.

The melodious Sanskrit sounds were like a gust of warm wind, tightly surrounding Shen Qing, gradually calming down the deepest fear in Shen Qing's heart.

Time passed bit by bit, until the bell rang, and the innocent chanting came to an end.

It was the ringing of the bell that brought everyone back to reality.

Everyone slowly opened their eyes, their expressions were a little dull, and they seemed to be still immersed in the meditation just now.

Shen Qing also opened her eyes, but at the first sight she saw two familiar people.

Ji Ningxin and Tian Xinru.

Why are they here?

Shen Qing just felt that his heart had calmed down, but when he met these two people, he became irritable again.

On the other side, Ji Ningxin and Tian Xinru also noticed Shen Qing.

The other party was also surprised to see Shen Qing.

However, several people did not greet each other, but left the hall in their own direction.

"Her Royal Highness, please stay."

Before Shen Qing had gone far, the young novice monk from before ran out and called to her.

Shen Qing and Tang Zongjiu stopped when they heard this.

Shen Qing watched the little novice monk come to her: "What's the matter?"

The young monk saluted Shen Qing and Tang Zongjiu.

"The host said that Her Royal Highness the Princess and her consort have a connection with Huguo Temple today, so they are invited to stay one night in the wing of Huguo Temple. What do you think of Her Royal Highness?"

how about?

not so.

Shen Qing's first reaction was naturally unwilling.

"What else did your host say?" Shen Qing asked.

"No more, Your Royal Highness Princess, please come this way, Prince Consort." The little novice monk led the way.

"No, no stay, no stay." Shen Qing turned around and left, "Go back and tell Master Wuwu that I will not stay here until the matter is made clear."

After saying that, she pulled up Tang Zongjiu's sleeves and walked out of Huguo Temple with Tang Zongjiu in a non-committal manner.

The little novice saw that Shen Qing didn't accept this at all, turned around and left without saying a word, and immediately ran over.

"Your Highness, stay here!" the little novice monk shouted.

"What's going on?" Shen Qing asked again, "I'm not very patient. If you don't tell me, I will really leave."

"Your Highness Princess," the little novice monk paused, "I really don't know why the abbot specially invited you to stay at Huguo Temple, but the abbot must have his reasons for doing so. The abbot said that as long as Her Royal Highness the Princess is willing to stay, he will stay at Huguo Temple every day. I will give lectures to Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes.

Wuwang is a person who always has a strong purpose in what he says and does, and he never resorts to hypocrisy or coercion.

According to Wuwang's character, to reach this point, there is probably something that requires her to be involved.

Shen Qing recalled the peace and serenity deep in his soul when he listened to the sutra just now.

Shen Qing felt that the old monk had taken control of him.