Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Chapter 1033 The ninety-ninth bowl

Ninety-ninth bowl of soup on the other side (5)

Both Qi Fuming and the emperor were Jingxiang enlightened and taught adults. They had different attitudes towards mentors from their parents. They trusted Jingxiang more and were more considerate of Jingxiang.

But things in the world have their own stubbornness, how can they be strong in judging right and wrong?

Qing Huan was non-committal to Qi Fuming’s words, she just held a cup of tea to him, smiled slightly: “I feel that there is no sympathy in the world. The injury that the girl has suffered is real. In a word, the grandfather called She is heartbroken. It’s good for my grandfather to be trapped by hatred, but what he said to the girl was wrong. These are facts. Now that so many years have passed, the girl is already dead and ashes, so why bother to ask? endlessly.”

Qi Fuming saw that Qinghuan was different from what he thought, and couldn’t help refuting: “But—”

“Brother drink tea.” Qing Huan interrupted him, “This is a matter between them, and it has nothing to do with you and me. Let’s not quarrel about this with brothers and sisters.”

It is really embarrassing that she has spent so much effort for such a small past. If someone in this world sells regret medicine, there may be room for redemption, but those past are facts and cannot be erased, so arguing about right and wrong, regretting the original, and heartbroken——

All are meaningless things, it’s just that the person has a strong obsession and refuses to let go, and there is this goodbye. But Qing Huan felt that no matter how she told Tong Yunyan in the past, the person who was still alive in this world would not listen.

A person who insists on living in the past cannot be pulled out by others.

In fact, Qinghuan had long known that even if she returned to this world, she couldn’t change that person’s mind, otherwise, how could there be the blood-colored other shore flower on Huangquan Road. It’s just that he didn’t understand it before his death, and he finally understood it after his death. Everything is nothing but an extravagant hope.

Qi Fuming naturally didn’t want to start a quarrel with his sister. He quickly changed the subject, and the two chatted a few more words, and then stopped mentioning Jingxiang.

So you see, only the person involved will continue to be immersed in the memory, others just say a few words in a chat, and then no longer care.

The chrysanthemum-appreciating garden party of the Queen’s Empress, who received the posts were all high-class ladies, so it was extremely lively on that day. They said they were chrysanthemum-appreciating, but they were actually looking for the future princes and concubines. All women know that today is very important. A well-groomed dressing and dressing, and strive to be able to show off at the chrysanthemum garden party, and find a good future for himself. There are three sons in the sage today, all of whom are of marriageable age. In the future, no one will be able to have great luck.

So when the chrysanthemum appreciation was halfway through, the emperor brought his sons over. He said nicely: “I heard that the queen is here to appreciate chrysanthemums, so I brought the emperors to join in the fun.

The queen smiled and nodded, letting the princes sit down. The tribute to the folk customs is open, and there are even more female officials in the court, which does not restrict women too much. Therefore, when the princes are seated, there are many shy and timid eyes looking at them. Several princes have a royal inheritance and are born handsome. Upright, a talented person, if you get this good son-in-law, your life will not be in vain.

Regardless of how they care about in their hearts, but the emperor is now in his prime and has to continue to reign for decades, that is to say, they will not break the current delicate balance in a short time. In terms of age, it was indeed time to start a family, so for today’s chrysanthemum garden party, the princes did not resist, and even began to look at the beauties present with great interest.

The rings are fat and thin, and each has its own merits. Beauty is better than flowers. Even the emperor is bathed in a sea of ​​beauties. He always loves beautiful people and things, but the protagonist is not him. Otherwise, I would really tell him to see a few Eye-catching.

“Where are the Chang’an people?” Outside, the emperor was too affectionate to shout, so he was called Qinghuan. When he came, he wanted to admire the beauty of his little cousin in the first place, but after looking around, there was no one at all. “Are you here?”

The queen replied: “The princess had just sat with her concubine for a while, and the concubine saw that she looked a little tired, so she asked the maid to take her to the concubine’s palace for a nap.”

The emperor knew, “The queen has a heart.”

If it is not certain that Qinghuan cannot enter the palace, the queen will not be so amiable. For women who can’t enter the palace, she is always easier to talk, not to mention that Qinghuan is indeed like a spring breeze when getting along, and the queen will also have a certain degree of Qinghuan. Take it as the meaning of your own family. Sheng Shang is close to Qing Wang’s family, how could she neglect Qing Wang’s daughter? Unlike the women in the harem who only know how to fight for favor, she is the emperor’s wise internal helper, and everything must be considered from the overall situation.

Said it was a nap, Qing Huan did not really rest on the empress’s phoenix couch. Qi Fuming sent her to the palace before, and did something on her own. This was a good opportunity. His Xiu Mu is over, and he can no longer keep looking at her. The chrysanthemum garden party will last at least until the afternoon, and she has enough time to go somewhere.

Zhifeng Zhixue had prepared the carriage according to Qinghuan’s instructions. Although the two of them were accompanied, they were still very nervous: “Girl, don’t we really need to talk to my son? The slave and maid would hate the danger. ,just in case–”

“It’s okay, I know it in my heart.” I told Qi Fuming that I just don’t want to go. “When I get to the place later, I’m just an ordinary girl, remember?”

“Yes.”

The place they are going to is Xiangguo Temple, where the incense is flourishing, there are many pilgrims, and the sound of Sanskrit singing can be heard from afar, and there are countless people here to pray. Today, there are fewer people. Two little novice monks put their hands together at the entrance of the temple. After Qing Huan entered, the main hall was filled with sesame oil. Instead of worshipping the Buddha, they walked around the Buddhist scripture pavilion of Xiangguo Temple, where the abbot lived. The place has never allowed pilgrims to enter. The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the top priority. It is guarded by a master inside and out. It is not easy for Qing Huan to get in.

She has always been curious about one thing, so she wants to see it with her own eyes.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is heavily guarded, so Zhifeng Zhixue is responsible for leading the guarding monk away, and Qinghuan sneaks in. The two maidservants do not know why their girls do such a thing, but they are only loyal to her, but whatever the girl orders They must do it all.

After the pavilion guard was led away by Zhifeng Zhixue, who was dressed as a man in black, Qinghuan backhanded and closed the door of the Buddhist scripture pavilion. Between the bookshelves, at the end, I found that there was a masked monk wearing a monk’s clothes leaning against the wall. He didn’t sit upright like other monks, but placed his limbs casually. He only moved his ears when he heard abnormal movements. He didn’t lift his head. “Why do the donors come?”

If the girls of ordinary people are afraid to be frightened, but the girls of ordinary people at most worship the Buddha and pray for blessings, how can they come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? Qinghuan smiled with her hands behind her back: “Master, I want to ask you something.”

“What’s the matter?”

The masked monk raised his head, his eyes were dark and deep. When he saw Qing Huan’s face, he couldn’t help but was taken aback, and then he showed some interest: “Your face reminds me of an acquaintance.”

This face of Qinghuan is quite similar to “Tang Qinghuan”, but it is more like Qing Wang’s couple, especially his mother. “Nie Jing, are you still alive?”

The mask monk suddenly said with a cold voice: “You know who I am.”

Use affirmative sentences instead of interrogative sentences.

“I know, otherwise, why should I come?” She smiled, “I just want to see, what is the important thing that can make Liu Shao risk such a danger and return to Yanliang.”

The Nie clan had attempted to rebel decades ago and had already been killed, but Nie Jing, who was in poor health, was the only one left. In the Nie family, although Nie Jing has the worst bones, he is the most jealous. He is a man of six, proficient in medicine and astrology, and it is said that there is a talent in the sky. Nie Jia Fuzhu, but Nie Jing did not know where he was going. The court had been searching and arresting him for so many years. Unexpectedly, he returned to Yanliang and was still a monk at Xiangguo Temple.

The masked monk also smiled, “It’s her daughter after all, who is blue and blue.”

Qing Huan didn’t want to talk nonsense with him, and asked straightforwardly: “What agreement did you reach with Jing Xiang?”

The masked monk instantly got cold eyes, Qinghuan felt cold all over her body, and understood that the other party had moved to kill. She calmly said, “I’m just curious, you don’t need to be nervous. Apart from me, there is no fourth person who knows. This matter, otherwise my parents would have rushed back long ago, what do you think?”

This is true. The masked monk squinted his eyes, and looked at Qing Huan again: “How did you know, a little girl?”

Qinghuan did not answer, but instead asked: “What do you want to do?”

“Jing Shaoyou has always wanted to kill me, but now he can only cooperate with me, do you think it is interesting?” The masked monk laughed, “He obviously hates me for my bones, but he can only watch me and help me enter Beijing. Cover up my whereabouts and send me to Xiangguo Temple. Tsk tsk, what do we want to do?”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly sighed: “Shi is also fate, I have tried my best for this. Guess what I am going to do, why is he helping me like this?”

What is the reason for allowing a person who cares nothing about the lives of the people of the country to violate principles and assist the remnants of the Nie family?

No wonder Qi Fuming said that the group of people in black was very strange and had no trace. They were afraid that they were all Nie Jing’s people and were caught by Qi Fuming, but they could not reveal the trace of Nie Jing. Those of them are also dead-there is no way that there is Jing Xiang’s handwriting. Since he is in the same boat as Nie Jing for some benefit, he will definitely guarantee Nie Jing’s safety.

Seeing that Qing Huan didn’t speak, the masked monk smiled even more: “You are young, if you have heard of my name, you should know that my master Hongshang once said that I was a short-term fate, but you see, I am now The year of fate has passed, don’t you wonder why I haven’t died and I’ve lived to this age?”