Fengming Emperor Pavilion

Chapter 128 Stop Talking, You Are Not Ancient

In the early morning, everything seemed to be as it was before, except that Ru Yang and Ah Jiu got up and went into the room of the painting building, and she was still asleep.

The two looked at each other and walked out, Ru Yang said: "I haven't woken up yet, wait for her."

"Yeah." The two walked out after saying that.

As for Hualou, who was asleep, she had a long, long dream. It was not a dream, but the past came to mind, and it echoed in her mind over and over again.

At the beginning, Hualou followed the Empress Dowager. At that time, Empress Dowager Chen was also Donghua’s grandmother. Hualou suddenly had a dream. She dreamed that Queen Mother Chen went to the Five Elements Mountain to pray for blessings, eat fast, chant Buddha, and copy her heart. Surprisingly, she learned to write, but it was actually taught by her nanny, but later she could write well because the queen mother taught her to copy calligraphy and painting.

Later, after she went there, she followed the queen mother to copy scriptures, and also read a lot of books in the library. She was most impressed by the abbot who taught Zen. He had gray hair and beard. Letting go, how to let go of obsession, but when she slipped, she remembered the Zen master Guanglu she had seen.

She vaguely remembered that the flying literary talent in it was amazing. The eminent monk holding a Zen stick went straight up to Lanzhou on a tree, just to reach the Bodhi Dojo. persistent?

It is said that everything is as good as retiring, and the gains and losses in the world follow fate, but everyone is mortal.

The world is so psychedelic, sometimes knowing that it is a sin, but still committing an unforgivable mistake, the dust of desire falls in the world one after another, making everyone inevitably bear the weight of life, wanting to turn back, but find a family Going far, it is impossible to turn back, so there is no need to stop.

Hualou understood these principles at that time, but seeing Queen Mother Chen sitting there, watching quietly, as if she really could see everything.

At that time, she looked at her from a distance, but she noticed her, waved to her and said, "Girl, come here."

Hua Lou walked towards her slowly, and she asked Hua Lou if she understood, but Hua Lou vaguely wanted to say that she understood, but couldn't.

At that time, she just shook her head, and Empress Dowager Chen took her hand and said: "The moon of Bodhi hangs high on the bright window, and the pure lotus is planted deep in the troubled world."

Later she said: "The so-called affliction is Bodhi. Since you can't escape the burning flames, it's better to go into the flames and turn into ashes. It can be regarded as dying with your life." Listening to Queen Mother Chen's words, she didn't understand, but she seemed to never This sentence is put to death and then I can hear a bit of Zen in my life,
Empress Dowager Chen is old, so she understands that everything can be ignored. She has overlooked all this, but the painting building is different. Although she doesn't hate it, there is inevitably resentment in her heart. Shen Dong is her father, but What she did to her made her feel too chilled.

How could she not harbor resentment, especially since the nanny was dead, if the old man in front of her hadn't taken her in, she didn't know where she would be reduced to and who she would become?

But along the way, she still endured it, looked at the expectation in the old man's eyes, and listened to her say: "My child, if you have no resentment or hatred in your heart, you will live a much more comfortable life. Don't believe me, try it?"

The scene in the dream was still the same, surrounded by clouds and mists, surrounded by mountains, the temple looked extraordinarily small in the mountains, but the abbot with the white beard had compassion in his eyes.

But dreaming and dreaming, I changed to the palace. The long corridor stretches as far as the eye can see. There are white cloths floating on both sides. Donghua facing her.

Hua Lou asked him: "What happened in the palace?"

"Grandma Huang is dead." He turned to look at her and said.

Hualou backed away abruptly, he was still talking just now, why did he die.

Then I heard Donghua say: "You will be helpless."

I don't know why, when Hualou heard this sentence, tears flowed down slowly. Is she helpless?

Abandoning Donghua, she quickly went to find Queen Mother Chen, but apart from the endless corridor, there was still the road that seemed to never end. Hualou ran on that road for a long, long time, but still did not see anything. The other people looked around, and she was the only one left, and even Donghua who was standing at the corner had disappeared.

She woke up suddenly, the sun had already shone on the bed in the house from the gap in the window bisque, it was just right to look at the sun outside, it should be already afternoon, lying on the bed for a long time did not come back to her senses, Empress Dowager Chen was The time in her life is very short, but her memories are infinitely long. She will remember what she said, the words she taught her to write, and her most beloved grandson—Donghua.

Just lying quietly like this, I don't know if it's because the sun is too dazzling or the sadness in my heart is too strong. When my eyes are sour, tears roll down the corners of the eyes and disappear into the black hair.

Dreaming of Empress Dowager Chen and Donghua, her heart seemed to be blocked by something.

If Queen Mother Chen knew that she had treated Donghua so much, would she be disappointed?

Turning his head slowly, he saw Donghe standing at the door. He was wearing a brown brocade suit, and his slightly frail face became a little sad under the sun. Hualou looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

"Wake up." He walked over slowly, saying he was asking, but actually stating the fact that she was awake.

Hualou stood up slowly and said, "I had a dream."

Donghe actually stood there for a long time, watching her suddenly opened her eyes, watching her tears slowly flow into her hair, watching her looking out of the window in a daze, quiet and sad In his impression, Qian Ji is rare.

"Since it's a dream, how sad is it that you still think about it and cry when you wake up?" Dong He said lightly.

Hualou slowly recovered his expression, his eyes were clear, he looked at Donghe and said, "Although it's a dream, it's just not an illusory dream, it's a dream from the past."

For a long time, Donghe has never heard Qianji talk about family affairs, nor has she ever heard her talk about the past, but she has more than half the chance of mentioning Shen Hualou.

"Forget everything that has passed. Remembering it will only add to your sadness." After Donghe finished speaking, Hualou also slowly got up and sat up straight. She looked at Donghe and asked lightly: "Your Majesty Is there anything in particular you want to forget?"

Donghe didn't look at her, and slowly got up and walked to the window. With his back to her, he couldn't see what kind of emotion he was in. After a long silence, he said slowly: "Ru Yang and the others said that you slept late last night. , so I didn’t call you to get up for breakfast, wash up and come out to eat.”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked out slowly, just avoiding the words that Hualou asked.

Hualou looked at his back, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Donghe, what is your heart like?Black or red?What are you thinking again?Do you have any regrets?

Seeing Donghe coming out, Ru Yang walked in slowly, and came out after waiting for the painting building to wash up.

After lunch, it was already afternoon, more than an hour later than usual, Hualou asked someone to lift out the two soft couches in the hall and put them in the corridor. The sun was just right, and Hualou lay on it with his eyes closed. Yangxi, because of that dream, her mood has always been a little difficult to recover, and she has to catch up on sleep, and she has to fetch things for Donghua at night. She had such a dream, and she doesn't know whether it is good or bad. Dreaming of Donghua, dreaming of Bai Ling.

After all, it made her feel a little depressed.

Donghe is not busy either, just sitting there with the painting building, quietly basking in the sun, because it is almost the Chinese New Year, so he is busy cutting the window grilles, the painting building is very good at cutting window grilles, and it is very beautiful, but it is Because the former prince's mansion was short of money, Hualou took the maidservants in the mansion to start cutting window grilles before the Chinese New Year.

Donghe was still there, she didn't want to move, but the cut out was very old and uninspiring, she lay down for a while and opened her eyes and said, "I'll cut one."

After speaking, he got up and walked to Ru Yang's side, took the tool from Ru Yang's hand, and quickly and skillfully cut one out, the maids around him all watched intently, without blinking their eyes.

After a while, the painting building was opened, the patterns were beautiful, and the method was convenient.

Ru Yang looked at her and asked, "Ma'am, can you still cut window grilles?"

It seems like this kind of thing, she shouldn't be the same, Hualou looked at her and said with a smile: "I know more, I will teach you first."

Donghe looked at the painting building squatting in the middle from a distance, and vaguely saw the appearance of her cutting the window grilles, which seemed to overlap with a certain picture in his mind, and he couldn't look away anymore.

It took a long time before Hualou felt Donghe's hot eyes, and suddenly raised his eyes, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, I don't know if she forgot, or what should I say, and that trace of panic was instantly suppressed Going down, she walked to the soft couch with a normal expression and lay down.

I just heard Donghe say: "You can do these too?"

"Yes, I'm not a rich young lady, and many of them will." Hua Lou said frankly, she should have lived like Shen Lianyi and the others, but she didn't have that kind of life.

Donghe looked at her side face, it seemed to be exactly the same, Hualou looked back at him and asked: "Why does the emperor look at me like this?"

"There is no need to do these things in the future, there will be slaves to do them."

Donghe spoke calmly, but Hualou smiled faintly and said, "Some things in the past cannot be forgotten and must be remembered at all times. Therefore, doing familiar things every year is the best reminder."

"Happy in those memories?"

Hua Lou looked at her, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised: "I was very happy at that time, and there is no more happy time than that. It's just that the happier I was at that time, the more regretful I am now."

Donghe's expression changed again and again in Hualou's words, he thought to himself, if Hualou is still there, she should think the same way.

Seeing Donghe's pensive look, Hualou's heart sank little by little: "The emperor also remembered something from the past?"

"She can also cut window grilles." Donghe didn't evade, and said lightly, as if he was still thinking about something.

Hualou narrowed her eyes, looked at Donghe and said, "Actually, what the emperor said just now was actually intended for her."

"Qianji, people cannot be resurrected after death. In this world, there is no medicine for regret, and there is no medicine for bringing death back to life."

The sun shines down, the sun in winter is a bit strong, but it is completely different from that in summer, the heat in summer is really warm, while the heat in winter is like thorns, not dazzling.

"If there is a medicine to bring the dead back to life, would the emperor want her to live?" Hualou didn't look at Donghe, but just looked at the small piece of sky above the square courtyard.

Donghe was silent for a long time without speaking, Hualou was a little chilled, after all, in his heart, Shen Hualou was really nothing.

When he spoke later, Hualou thought he might be wrong?Unexpectedly, Donghe said lightly: "No."

Hualou looked back at Donghe slowly, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he didn't ask why. Donghe said after a long time: "Some people say that living is actually paying off debts. It’s just suffering, so why isn’t death a relief?”

"She's not you, how do you know she doesn't want to live?" Hualou's eyes were cold, and her words were questioning, and her breathing became unsteady.

Donghe also looked at the painting building and said: "But I'm sure, if she is still alive, she must be in pain."

Hearing such a sentence, Hualou felt as if her whole heart was torn apart all of a sudden, and it was difficult to breathe. He was right, she was still alive, but she was in pain, and she was full of hatred , not a moment is happy.

He was right.

After holding back for a long time, Hua Lou finally looked up at him and said, "If Your Majesty didn't forgive her? How could she be in pain?"

"But there are some things that were wrong from the very beginning, Qianji, sometimes people don't want to turn back, but when they think of turning back, they can't go back, so they can't stop moving forward. What, we don’t know, we can only go, and we can’t turn back.” When Donghe said these words, he was very calm, as if he was expounding a certain fact, and such a fact, in Donghe’s words, There was no trace of remorse and grief in my heart.

"If the emperor has the heart, it's okay to hide it for a lifetime." Hualou spit out the words lightly, and Dong He slightly frowned and said: "Lifetime is long or short, and that's the only way it can be. Everything is over, maybe it can be regarded as a secret." Alright."

How ruthless and indifferent Donghe's words are, is the length of a lifetime determined by him?Suddenly, countless anger rose in Hualou's heart.

"Qianji, you don't understand." Donghe finished speaking lightly, closing his eyes to rest.

Hualou looked at him, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth: "Then, does Shen Hualou understand?"

After she finished speaking, there was no more sound, and she fell into silence. Ah Jiu heard the conversation between the two, and slowly moved her eyes to look at the painting building, her expression changed.

understand?Does Shen Hualou understand?don't know.

Just sat there quietly like this until the sunset, passed the dinner, Donghe and Hualou had dinner together, the sky was not yet dark, but Hualou looked at him and said slowly: "Today I feel I'm a little tired, I want to go to bed first, and the emperor should rest earlier."

Hualou walked quickly towards the house as she spoke. Sitting face to face all night, she didn't seem to be in a good mood. She looked sleepy, she said she was tired, maybe she was really tired.

When Donghe was about to say something, Su Yuan suddenly came to Xunfeng Palace and invited Donghe away.

No matter what, as long as Donghe is in Zhou Wei's palace, there is nothing to worry about tonight.

Hualou fell asleep for a while, but actually she didn't fall asleep very much, she woke up after a while, Ah Jiu and Ru Yang both looked at her and said, "Your Majesty, why are you up?"

Looking at the two of them, Hualou said: "I'm going out for a while, help me get some simple clothes."

Ah Jiu stood aside and said, "Sister, do you want to go with you?"

"No need, you stay with Ru Yang in the palace, and you can find me if there are special circumstances." After Hua Lou finished speaking, Ah Jiu knew where to find her.

After changing his clothes, Hualou quickly exited the Xunfeng Hall from behind.

It's actually not that far from the palace to Prince An's Mansion, but the small path taken by the painting building took a detour. Walking in the woods, it wasn't late at night, but it was so quiet that it was scary, and it seemed a little unusual.

There was no wind at all, no sound at all, Hualou quickened its pace, and there was no room for any surprises today.

In fact, those who came in and out of the painting building never thought that there would be an accident, but tonight, the word suddenly flashed in her mind, someone wanted to kill her.

Her speed was a bit fast, the moonlight was scattered through the leaves, it looked shallow, but only for a while, suddenly even the faint moonlight was gone.

She was lying in ambush here in the middle of the night, how well did she know her whereabouts?
Hualou's heart was already overwhelmed, and he stopped slowly, and his crisp voice hovered in the sky: "Which friend is it? Please come out and meet."

After her words fell, the four people who followed her fell in front of her.

"Young lady is really good at hearing!" said the leading girl lightly.

Hualou looked at her, and said with a faint smile: "No matter how good your ears are, you can't have good ears. If I had known you were waiting for me, I wouldn't have come."

After she finished speaking, the girl raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was a little displeased.

"Girl, I don't seem to have time to accompany you tonight, please tell me if you have anything to do." Hua Lou finished speaking lightly, although she was speaking, her hands were already ready to go.

"Sister, why bother talking nonsense with her, I'll tell you today, we are here to kill you!" A sharp voice sounded, and after the words fell, a sharp light hit, and the long hair in Hualou's hand spun on one foot. The whip is already in hand, but she thinks she should prepare a soft sword, this long whip seems really only suitable for playing.

"Girl, don't be so angry in the middle of the night." Hualou responded quickly after speaking.

Four people, dealing with her alone, the painting building was careless at first, a cool breeze blew, and a fragrance was blown, although it was not very strong, but she had confirmed it, last night I heard Donghua say that the future is long, and tonight others will To take her life.

Now that you already know who it is, why bother, Hualou wants to retreat, but the girl who spoke just now is too harsh, straight moves will kill Hualou, Hualou exhausted all of them, and the long whip beat her off With the sword in her hand, she looked at Hualou in astonishment. Hualou had medicine in her hand, but the girl at the head, with those eyes, she didn't seem to want to die for herself, nor did Hualou want her to die.

"Baizhi!" Hualou shouted softly, but one of the girls looked at Hualou in astonishment, even the girl in the lead was startled.

The silver needles in Hualou's hands went out one after another, landed on the acupuncture points, and fixed the acupuncture points, Hualou looked at them and said: "Chenxiang, Baizhi, both are good names, go back and tell your master, don't stretch your hands too long , I didn't seem to stop him from doing anything, of course, it was an accident that he stabbed me last time!"

When her words fell, the four of them looked at me and looked at you, and then they all looked at Hualou. They wanted to speak but couldn't speak, but Hualou knew that they could hear her words clearly .

Leaving quickly, Hualou thought, maybe this is just an episode or a trial, the people who wanted to kill Donghe might be her friends, so she went around them!
After arriving at the palace, Donghua was still waiting for her. Just entering the room, Donghua frowned at her.

Looking into Donghua's eyes, she also frowned and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"What did you do?" Donghua asked lightly.

Hualou looked at Donghua puzzled and said, "My lord has good eyesight."

"Who is it?" Donghua asked.

Hualou looked at her, and said lightly: "The prince said that the future will be long, and we almost have to go together."

Donghua looked at her and was still in the mood to joke, so he glared at her and said, "I won't accompany you, you drag the one in the palace with you."

"The lord is so cruel. I came here for the lord, but the lord treats me like this. It hurts so much!" She said with a heartbroken expression.

Donghua asked with a smile, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"I've finished everything, my lord, you haven't eaten yet." Hua Lou said with a smile on her lips, a faint smile, but listening to her tone, she seemed to be gloating.

As the painting building explained, Donghe was not allowed to eat anything other than breakfast, so Donghua didn't eat anything all day, and it was very late at night, and he was already very hungry.

Donghua looked at her fox-like smile, but couldn't get angry, and said lightly: "The little man gets his wish."

"I'm a woman." Hua Lou said seriously.

"The ancients said it well, only women and villains are difficult to raise!" After Donghua finished speaking, Hualou went on to say, "Stop talking, you are not an ancient, if I slipped my hand for a while, maybe you will really become an old man." The ancients."

He Zhou came in from the outside, heard the conversation between the two masters, and slowly laughed, especially what Qian Ji said, which made people want to laugh.

"Just don't shake your hands." Donghua also looked at her and laughed.

(End of this chapter)