Spring comes quickly.

The weather is getting warmer, and all kinds of plants planted by Su Xiaoyi's servants have sprouted vigorously in the yard. From time to time, several new swallows flew over, pecked at the spring mud, found a good place to nest under the eaves, and the cotton padded clothes were changed into spring clothes. The whole palace looked prosperous.

Yesterday, Mu Qingyun sent someone to ask Su Xiaoyi to go to the temple to pray for blessings. Su Xiaoyi got up early in the morning, took care of Feng shuocan's affairs first, explained to Yin Li, and then left the house.

Walking with the blue water and clouds, he was counting the things to bring, incense paper, and saw the housekeeper enter the house with Feng Fulin. Su Xiaoyi walked past him without saying hello. The housekeeper asked, "Miss, are you going to Jingxin temple?"

"Well, I'll take good care of the Lord when I'm away."

"Yes." The housekeeper nodded, "then go slowly."

Su Xiaoyi didn't reply. She left with her two servant girls. When she turned the corner of the corridor, Feng Fulin stood up to see Su Xiaoyi. Thinking of the housekeeper's attitude towards her just now, she thought she was doing well in the war palace.

"Lord." The housekeeper found that Feng Jinlin was standing there. He kept looking at the place where Su Xiaoyi had passed, and remembered the jade pendant taken out by Su Xiaoyi when she came. He thought there must be something wrong with them. But why didn't they even say hello to each other just now? It's hard to understand their relationship.

Su Xiaoyi got on the carriage and still thought about Feng Baolin. He had been missing for more than a month. The new year seemed to be good. He didn't lose weight, but he looked very energetic. Today, I came to the mansion to find Feng shuocan for something. According to her speculation, Feng shuocan must have given her military power to Feng Baolin.

The prince of the whole Dahuang Dynasty seems to be the only one who can bear the military power. No matter his age or ability, Feng shuocan did try him before. Feng shuocan is really thoughtful. Everything is paved step by step.

Zhou Hao drove the carriage to Su's house, "Xu", jumped off his horse to pick up Mu Qingyun. Mu Qingyun also waited at the door early after receiving the news. The servant girl and Zhou Hao helped Mu Qingyun into the carriage together.

Su Xiaoyi lifts the curtain and takes Mu Qingyun. After they sit down, Mu Qingyun takes a good look at Su Xiaoyi. Others are much fatter in the new year. Why is their daughter thin again.

"Mom, what are you doing looking at me like this? I haven't known your daughter for a long time?" She knows that Mu Qingyun must be watching her change. She can't find it herself, but mu Qingyun hasn't seen her for a long time. She must be able to see it at a glance.

He pinched the handkerchief. "Is the war King better?" Muqingyun knows Su Xiaoyi's character and doesn't like others to ask her about her. She will feel annoyed. Thinking of the eye disease of Feng shuocan during the new year, she always felt that she was tired of sending Su Xiaoyi to fight the king's house, and was full of sorry for her.

"Just like that." Su Xiaoyi's eyes are empty. Are you better? It doesn't seem to be good, it can only be worse.

"The royal doctor said, his days are running out." When she said these words, Su Xiaoyi felt that her heart was empty and her eyes could see the changes of the wind. His eyes were getting worse and worse day by day, and the inside began to become darker and darker, just like a glass bead.

Mu Qingyun sighed, "Alas, it's all luck." The war king is young and promising and handsome. If he is OK, he must be the object of many women's yearning. Of course, he is also her best son-in-law.

"Don't think too much. It's hard to disobey heaven's destiny. Go and ask the Buddha today. May the gods have spirits." Mu Qingyun comforts Su Xiaoyi. The pain of the wind is not light in Su Xiaoyi.

Su Xiaoyi didn't answer Mu Qingyun's words. I hope, I hope these immortals can show their spirits. She didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but at this time, she felt that any method was worth trying.

Mu Qingyun put his hand on Su Xiaoyi's hand, "well, don't think too much." Then he used his other hand to gather Su Xiaoyi's broken hair near her temples behind her ears and looked at Su Xiaoyi's thin face. It was very painful.

The carriage drove slowly into the mountain. The meditation temple is on the mountain. Generally speaking, Taoist temples are not in places with many people. They are basically built on the hillside or the top of the mountain. What we want is a quiet environment. Some temples are even built where people can't find them. Every day, these little monks knock the bell and sweep the temple. It's very comfortable.

This Buddhism is indeed a very good religion developed in ancient times. It does not mean that there were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty and many buildings in the misty rain. The monks in the temples are also different. Some people convert to Buddhism and devote themselves to discussing Taoism; Some people are forced to be helpless. The world of mortals is rolling and quiet, but how many people can really understand Zen Mind.

As the mountain road became steeper and steeper, the speed of the carriage slowed down slowly until it stopped. Zhou Haoxian got off the horse and said to the carriage, "the carriage can only come here. You have to come down and take a few steps." Then he began to put the small ladder beside the carriage.

Bishui and Bixin stand below. Then, Su Xiaoyi gets off the carriage first and goes to pick up Mu Qingyun. After all the people on the carriage came down, Zhou Hao took his horse to find a place to stop, leaving Su Xiaoyi and Mu Qingyun to walk slowly to their destination.

After entering the mountain, with the increase of altitude, the temperature is a little cooler than that at the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, at noon, the sun can shine, and it is still a little warm. The peach blossoms on both sides of the mountain road have just begun to bud, and when they came up just now, the peach blossoms at the bottom of the mountain have begun to rush to open.

Su Xiaoyi took Mu Qingyun's arm and asked, "Mom, have you ever been to the meditation temple? How's it going? " It's also boring. Just find some topics to talk about.

"I haven't been here several times. Your grandmother likes to come. She believes this. When I married your father and said to go home to live, she refused. Finally, she came to the meditation temple to ask and let me go." Mu Qingyun remembered that it had been a long time at that time.

He pinched Su Xiaoyi's hand and said earnestly, "my mother brought you here, that is, she brought you to relax. It's hard to stay in the house all day." She knew that Su Xiaoyi was a restless person. She was so calm after coming to the capital. She didn't make any trouble at all. She must have been oppressed for a long time.

"Well, my mother still knows me." Su Xiaoyi shook her hands and smiled like a child, flirting with Mu Qingyun. Fortunately, she is not an orphan and can experience maternal love. Mu Qingyun is really sensible, which is different from the foolish and obedient ancient women in her impression.

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