Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

The fire burned for a long time, and it turned red for almost half of the sky.

When the soaring fire finally slowly extinguished, the gloomy eastern sky had also revealed a faint morning light, shining on everyone's pale and tired face.

I was almost a little unstable, and Pei Yuanxiu was always behind me, letting me lean in his arms.

I thought I was already very weak, but what I didn't expect was that when the monk of Zhengjue cremated, it was Yan Qinghan who ignited first. When the attendants he brought up and held him up, his face was pale and his breathing was very weak. The people in the temple arranged him to the Zen Temple of Zhengjue, where he would cure medicine After another busy day, he finally woke up.

The light-colored eyes slowly opened, although the color was light, but unexpectedly bright, immediately reflecting my figure sitting next to the bed and looking down at him.

Then there was a smile on that pale face.

"you're awake?"

"..."

"Your situation seems to be worse than when you were a kid."

"..."

"Don't heal in all these years?"

Yan Qinghan lay quietly on the bed, looked at me for a while, turned his head, and glanced at the attendants who had been waiting there, and they immediately gathered around.

They seemed to have been prepared. On the tray was a small dish of green salt, and a white marble round cup filled with lukewarm water. He barely got up, leaned on the bedside, rinsed with green salt, and spit the water back in. In another white porcelain cup, two attendants came next to seal the hot water and towel, and scrubbed his face carefully.

After doing all this, I turned my head and looked at me again, and coughed twice, and said, "Life and death have life and wealth in heaven, and I don't have to demand anything."

I don't know why, I wanted to laugh when I saw him just being a pie and then listening to him.

However, on the land of the Central Plains today, the so-called famous family family can be traced back up to several generations, and the Yan family has stood up in the Xichuan for hundreds of years. As the son of the Yan family, he is rich and noble , It should be taken for granted.

So I switched the subject and asked, "Why are you here this time?"

He took the handkerchief from the attendant and wiped the corners of his mouth. Hearing this, he looked up at me as if to laugh: "Light, my father is dead."

"..."

"I'm here to pick him up and pick him up."

"... pick him up?"

"He is from the Yan family, shouldn't his remains be entered into the Yan family ancestral shrine?"

When this came out, I came to a halt, and then slowly said, "But he is a monk."

"Of course I know that he has been practicing for decades and is already a monk in Tianmu Temple," he said, looking into my eyes and calmly, "Since this is the case, it is even more important to understand that what he left behind It's just a stinky skin bag, and he doesn't even regret it, so why bother to pay attention to where it is buried and where it is offered? "

Looking at his faint eyes, I suddenly felt that I couldn't say much of what I wanted to say before.

After a long silence, I turned pale from that Zen courtyard.

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On the fourth day, I heard that the old monks in the temple had agreed, and asked Yan Qinghan to take away the ashes of Zhengjue, and only used the monk's robes he wore before his death as his remains, and dedicated them to a tower in Tallinn. In the stone tower.

Hearing the news, Pei Yuanxiu said to me, "Your cousin, it's a very talented person."

"..."

"Not everyone has the ability to take away the remains of a temple abbot."

At this time I was packing up the salute we had to take away from Tianmu Temple. I just folded a small piece of clothing for Lier, looked back at him, smiled slightly, and said, "The people of the Yan family have always had wrists. . "

He heard this sentence, as if stupid.

I smiled slightly.

As soon as we packed everything, a servant came in and took all our stuff out, but after a while, the room was empty.

As soon as they went out, several others were ready.

Everyone went out together.

I slowly walked to Pei Yuanfeng and said, "How do you deal with that matter?"

Pei Yuanfeng turned back to see me, nodded his head, and said, "I have left a few people here, waiting for the news at any time. Yan Gongzi means that this matter does not need to be investigated."

"He said that?"

"Ok."

I thought about it for a while and nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, we have already reached the gate of Tianmu Temple. As soon as we stepped out of the threshold, we heard a noise outside and a loud laughter. I hurriedly looked up, but saw that the fearless monk lifted the child away. Tall, then suddenly dropped her holding her head down, almost fell to the ground, and suddenly lifted her up again. Li grows so big, probably hasn't played like this before, screaming excitedly.

As soon as she turned to see me, she immediately said, "Mother!"

The fearless monk also saw me and hurriedly dropped Lier and walked in front of me: "Miss!"

I looked at him in amazement.

I wasn't surprised that he was so crazy playing with Lier, but I saw that although he was still wearing a monk robe as usual, he had a puppet on his shoulder, and his face swept away before he knew that I was about to leave. Looking at me, I asked, "Uncle Fearless, you are--"

"The Sajia went to Chengdu with you."

"Ah?" I was taken aback: "You go with us."

"Ok."

"But-people in the temple, don't you-"

The fearless monk laughed: "But if the abbot told me before leaving, they wouldn't stop it."

"What?" I was shocked again. "Uncle? What did he tell you?"

"After the young lady saw the uncle back that night, the uncle called me back again, so that I should pay more attention to the young lady, especially not to make you hurt you," he said, he smiled hesitantly, touched Holding his own bald head, "The Sajia family had previously forgotten this. After the uncle passed away, the Sajia family remembered it, wasn't that the Sajia family followed the young lady?"

A stun in my heart.

After a long while, I was a little hoarse, "Second uncle, let you take care of me?"

"Yes indeed."

"So, what else did he say?"

The fearless monk thought about it again and said, "Uncle Zhengjue said that Miss is a capable person, who is too strong in character, but too weak in feelings. Such people are most likely to be injured. It ’s important to keep your family in mind. Miss some. "

"..."

After listening to his words, I couldn't get back for a moment, and stood there stupidly.

Too strong personality, but too weak feelings?

This is actually what the Buddhist monk thinks of me?

I can hardly believe that my elder, an uncle who had only a few faces when he was young, and only met in sixteen years when he grew up, would make such an evaluation on me. Every word, It stuck in my heart like a needle.

I don't know if it is because of the pain in my heart or some irreparable regrets. I just feel that the eye sockets are getting hotter and the eyes are getting redder. At this time, Lier came over and hugged my waist and looked up at me: "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

I glanced down at her and barely swallowed tears: "Mother is fine."

"Is mother going to cry?"

"No."

"Why is that mother's eyes red?"

"Mother is happy."

"Ah? Why are you so happy?"

Looking at her silly look that broke the casserole, and looked up at the fearless monk's smile, I just felt full of happiness in my arms. The haze and heavyness in my heart were swept away at this moment. empty.

Just then, there was another footsteps behind him.

Looking back, it was Liu Qinghan and Yan Qinghan, they both came out together.

As soon as I saw them, many people here sank their expressions.

Although Yan Qinghan was the son of Zhengjue, the temple arranged for him and the people he brought to the Zen Temple where Zhengjue lived before, but I know that in private, Yan Qinghan moved to Fu Bayu ’s former residence, and Liu Qinghan lives together.

For a few days, I don't know what they will talk about.

I don't know how much Liu Qinghan would know.

These days, I have hardly seen them, nor inquired about any of them. Liu Qinghan ’s memory is restored or not. He will know how much about the past. It is indeed a big thing. After this incident, I felt more and more that some things may have to wait for God to arrange, or maybe, God has already made arrangements. What we have to do is just accept calmly and do everything better Let this thing go as far as possible in the good direction.

When thinking like this, they both walked out of the gate of Tianmu Temple and walked in front of me.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the spirit in Yan Qinghan's arms.

I frowned slightly before I had time to speak, but he first coughed twice, and then said to me and Liu Qinghan, "Should we see a courtesy among the three of us?"

"..."

"..."

Liu Qinghan and I both chatted and looked at him at the same time.

He continued: "But I'm inconvenient now, let's stop."

I wonder if it was an illusion. Both Liu Qinghan and I were relieved at the same time.

I thought about it and said, "Light Han ..."

As soon as the words came out, both men looked up at me, and I suddenly hesitated.

Liu Qinghan was speechless for a moment, Yan Qinghan slightly touched his lips, and said, "It is really embarrassing for the two of us to name this master, and we have been making jokes that year. So light, you call me What's your name? "

"..."

"In the past, you often called."

"..."

I hesitated a moment, and slowly said, "Abandon."

"Ok."

Liu Qinghan glanced at him.

At this moment, I can no longer take care of those people's surprised eyes and said, "Aren't you going to take the second uncle back to the ancestral temple and buried in the ancestral tomb?"

"Good."

"The ancestral tomb is in Xishan."

Yan Qinghan said lightly: "You seem to have forgotten the rules of the Yan family. After the death of the family, they must worship at the main house for seven days."

There was a sudden stun in my heart.

"You, take your second uncle back to Chengdu, the main house?"

"This is my responsibility as a child," he said, and glanced at me: "light, you won't, don't want to let my father return to the main house to worship?"

I shook my head: "Of course not."

Not to mention that even if Yan Yizhi is a sister-in-law, he still has the right to return to the main house and be enshrined, and to be buried in his ancestor's grave after death.

just--

I turned back subconsciously, looking at sitting in a wheelchair quietly, watching our Yan Qingchen silently.

Yan Qinghan, want to return to the main house of the Yan family?