The remarriage of the high-ranking daughter

Chapter 3

She stayed by his side for ten years, watching him surrounded by beauties, singing and dancing, very lively, but the woman in the lonely boudoir who had climbed up to Mrs. Chen's position was getting old day by day and became ugly.

She watched him sitting alone in the study, laughing ferociously in the dark night, calling her name cursingly, resenting the humiliation brought to him by the Shen family, crying and laughing like a madman.

She saw their quarrels, affection, accusations, false flattery, and even scheming. It was sad for a couple to do this.

At first, she thought that there would only be hate if there was love, but looking at Chen Yutao now, she really felt that everything had faded away.

Today my body returns to my native land, and the emperor's body is also the same.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, who can escape the cycle of life and death?
Wealth and splendor, love between men and women, in the end it's just a show of ostentation, no matter how glorious and rich you are, at the end of life, you still can't take anything away!

After figuring this out, Chang An really felt that the past ten years had been ridiculous, and it was really not worth it for her to waste it on such a person.

In her whole life, she never left the capital because of her sickness and frailty. Taking advantage of the opportunity now, she can still see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, travel the mountains and rivers that she has never been before, and see the countless scenery in the world.

Thinking of this, Chang'an's heart didn't stop for a moment, she didn't even have the desire to take a second look at the place where she used to live, and drifted away to the place she yearned for.

Sunrise and sunset, ebb and flow, spring and autumn, changing seasons, steep peaks, rushing waterfalls, high mountains and flowing water, green grass and blooming flowers, the wonderland of nature is so wonderful, it fascinates her and fascinates her !

She once met a master sculptor in the mountains, and she was attracted by the vivid figures under his carving knife. After seeing it for five years, she found out later that he was a world-famous master sculptor.

She once followed a bell doctor who traveled around, watching him taste medicinal herbs, treat people's diseases, and watch him write a masterpiece handed down in the medical field.

She once crossed the ocean and went to the other side of the sea, where people with white skin and black skin lived, speaking a language she didn't understand at all, and the folk customs, clothing, and human relations there were so different from what she knew .

She also visited the former residences of those great people one by one according to the miscellaneous notes she had read, feeling the profoundness in the ocean of knowledge, so as to appreciate new insights.

In the past, I only acquired knowledge from books. Now that I have opened my eyes, I realized how poor I was before. I even pointed to that bit of artyness and thought it was talent. Thinking about it now, I feel a little ridiculous.

After so many years of experience, Chang'an suddenly jumped from a dry well where there was only a piece of sky into the ocean. She is like an insatiable sponge, greedily absorbing every kind of knowledge she has seen and heard. , tolerance is great, but she still dare not boast that she has learned everything.

There is no end to learning, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​books. When Chang'an finally came to his senses, the vicissitudes of life and the passage of time have passed, and it has been a hundred years with a flick of a finger.

On this day, she drifted past an ancient temple. This ancient temple may have been in disrepair for a long time, and it looked dilapidated. It had lost its incense, but there was an old woman in front of the door, sweeping dead leaves with a broom, and wiped the ancient temple away. The yard in front of the gate is well-kept.

This old woman is a persistent person, Chang An couldn't help smiling.

In fact, for a period of time after becoming a lonely soul, she even intentionally or unintentionally avoided the temples she passed by during the wandering process. She was afraid that her lonely soul that could not be tolerated in the world would be taken away by the Buddha.

Her body is dead, but her soul is still alive, that is another meaning of existence, she cherishes such a life, and does not want to lose it easily.

But before walking to this ancient temple today, there was a feeling of wanting to get closer, as if something was pulling her there.

Chang An was so curious that she drifted closer, but she still didn't dare to enter the temple. She was a solitary soul, and being able to exist between heaven and earth was a kind of gift, and she didn't dare to set foot on this sacred place lightly. The majestic Buddha statue in the middle of the treasure has an instinctive fear.

The painted paint of the Buddha statue had long since peeled off, revealing the original color of the clay inside, but the eyes were still bright, as if they could penetrate the sky and see through everything in the world. The moment they looked at the Buddha statue, Chang'an's mind was shocked!
"There is no tree in Bodhi, the mirror is not a stage, there is nothing in it, where can it cause dust!"

Kong Ming's distant voice suddenly rang in his ears, and he sighed softly like falling leaves, Chang An was startled suddenly, who was talking to her?

She has been a lonely soul for so long, although she can see and hear, she cannot communicate with others. Her heart is rich, but her emotions are lonely. In this sentence, she felt tears welling up in her eyes, and a white light flashed in her mind, followed by a feeling of dizziness, which made her panic. The voice rang again, "Where did you come from, where do you go, Chang'an, you should go back!"

In the summer afternoon, the branches spit out green lazily, stretching out a few branches outside the wall, and the wind blows, fluttering like flocculents.

The old lady guarding the courtyard gate sat on the twig, yawning again and again, and after a while she nodded her head tiredly, feeling drowsy.

clap clap clap!
The copper ring on the door vibrated, the woman was startled, looked through the crack of the door, and then reluctantly opened the door, but complained repeatedly, "Miss Ziyun, you are not in Madam's room in broad daylight. Waiting inside, ran out as much as possible, and was caught by the old lady carefully, and it was another round of reprimands!"

"Keep your door, you don't mind my business!"

Ziyun gave the old lady a disdainful look, moved her pink rouge skirt, and had already walked into the house, not caring about the old lady's chatter behind her.

"What's the matter? I was so angry all the way, who made you unhappy?"

Wearing a gray sarong, Zi Yu avoided the sun and walked into the corridor. She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with a cotton cloth. Daily martial arts training is indispensable. Who told her that she was the only girl who knew martial arts around her.

"It's not that grandma!"

Ziyun pouted, with dissatisfaction on her face: "It's just a gatekeeper woman, because she is from the old lady's family, she doesn't take the young lady seriously at all."

"Forget it, don't say a word, there are bullying dogs everywhere, it's just that the young lady is generous and doesn't care about them like them."

Ziyuan abducted from the small kitchen, holding a plate of white sugar cakes in her hand, and four maids with purple characters, but only Ziyuan was the most suitable in this purple skirt, with a blooming hibiscus on the skirt Flowers make her more delicate and beautiful than flowers.

"Miss, are you awake?"

(End of this chapter)