Ruhua looked at the closed door, paced back and forth, and muttered to herself: "You are so old, but you still have such a bad temper. You change your attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. It's so frustrating that you change your mood from good to bad."
Ji Jijiang leaned against the pillar with his arms folded, raised his eyes lazily and said, "Don't worry, they have their own reasons. They are just angry for a while, but they will be fine the next day."
Ruhua bit her lip and glared at Ji Jijiang, saying viciously: "What do you know? I think this time..." She didn't dare to say any more halfway through her words. In short, Ruhua had a feeling that this time she was taking it seriously.
Ruhua wanted to knock on the door again. Zhao Pei had been locked in the room for two or three days. This was not a big deal. As she approached the door, it suddenly opened by itself. Ruhua was stunned. She raised her hand in the air and forgot to retract it.
Standing in front of her was Zhao Pei, who was wearing a pale moon-colored dress. Her face was pale and almost transparent, and her lips were bloodless. Ruhua called out in a daze, "Madam..."
Ji Jijiang glanced over and quickly came over to help Zhao Pei's thin body. But Zhao Pei shook her hand and said slowly: "Call He Hui, I want to go out."
Ruhua remained silent about Zhaopei's swift decision until everything was ready. He Hui helped Zhaopei get on the carriage. Ruhua then stepped forward and grabbed Zhaopei's sleeve and said hastily, "Your Majesty... What do you want? Where are you going? Why? Are you not coming back? What should I do? What about the young lady? What about the emperor? What is this all about?"
Zhao Pei smiled faintly, took her hand gently and patted it comfortingly: "Don't worry, I will come back. I just want to go out and relax. Maybe Han Zhen felt the same as I did at that time... I will go to find Han Zhen, and I will come back when I find her. You don't have to worry... Take good care of yourself." Zhao Pei said, and looked up at Ji Jijiang who was not far away. Ji Jijiang habitually raised his eyebrows, with a calm face. After a moment, he turned his head and looked away as if he was angry.
Zhao Pei said calmly: "Didn't you say you wanted to go out and take a look? Why don't we go together?"
Ji Jijiang remained silent and ignored it.
Zhao Pei waited for a long while, shook her head and sighed, "Whatever." Then she got into the car and said loudly, "He Hui, let's go."
The whip fell, and the wheels turned. A dull roar sounded, and Ruhua felt a gust of wind beside her. Before she could react, she saw Ji Jijiang climb into the car and sit next to He Hui, smiling, "Good brother, I'm worried about you."
He Hui smiled back, shook his head and said goodbye to Ruhua. Ruhua stretched her neck to look at the carriage hidden in the corner of the building, and couldn't shout. She thought to herself: This woman never takes me with her...
On the highest jade building in the palace, the man in black stood facing the wind. His robe rustled in the wind, and he exuded a cold aura. His deep eyes followed the carriage that gradually disappeared into the horizon under the setting sun, and there was no sound for a long time.
Qiao Yu stood a few steps behind him, his head down, his mind in a thousand twists and turns. Finally, he couldn't help but ask carefully: "Your Majesty, are you really going to let the queen go?"
Xiao Yi stood majestically with his hands behind his back, not saying a word. Qiao Yu coughed and shut his mouth in dismay. After a long time, he seemed to hear Xiao Yi muttering to himself: "Otherwise... what else can I do..."
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Yaoguang Temple.
The three golden characters on the white jade plaque sparkled brightly in the bright sunshine. Zhao Pei got off the carriage and stood with He Hui, looking up at the solemn and majestic building on the stone steps. The maple leaves in late autumn blocked out distracting thoughts and melancholy. Zhao Pei smiled and said, "Why didn't I find such a quiet temple before? If Han Zhen hadn't written to me, I'm afraid I would never come here in my lifetime."
The three of them climbed the stairs, but no one was in the front yard. Zhao Pei went into the main hall first and kowtowed in front of the Buddha statue to pray. Ji Jijiang saw them kowtow three times in a serious and proper manner, and after thinking for a moment, he decided to go find someone.
After a while, Ji Jiang and a young monk came over. The young monk looked about eleven or twelve years old, but his face was handsome and lively. He looked at the three strange and elegantly dressed men and women in front of him with bright eyes, and put his hands together and said, "Where are you from, three donors?"
Zhao Pei smiled and asked, "Young Master, did you know that two women came here a few days ago? One of them was about twenty years old, and the other was a little younger?"
The young monk smiled and said, "Is this female donor the mother of Sister Hanzhen?"
Zhao Pei nodded quickly: "That's right, that's right."
The little monk immediately became much cuter, presumably because he had become familiar with Hanzhen. He showed his two little canine teeth and smiled, "You can call me Youan. Actually, Sister Hanzhen left here yesterday." He saw Zhaopei slightly open her mouth with a look of surprise, and smiled again, "But Sister left a letter for you, saying that if you come, she will give it to you." Youan scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Where did I put it..."
After a while, he smiled and said, "Yes, it's at Master Zhitong's place. Please follow You'an to the clean room first."
After Youan served them tea, he ran to the Buddhist temple next door. He saw Zhitong sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was resting. He tiptoed over and called softly, "Uncle Master?"
Zhitong slowly opened his eyes and smiled warmly when he saw it was him: "Youan."
Youan said quickly, "Uncle Master, please come with me to the purification room. A pilgrim has arrived." Before Zhitong could ask, Youan continued, "Do you know who it is? It's the mother of Sister Hanzhen who came a few days ago. Don't you have a letter here? Give it to her."
Zhitong's fingers that were fiddling with the Buddhist beads slowly stopped moving. It was not known whether it was an illusion or the truth, but he felt that Zhitong's eyes suddenly had an extremely complex and complex light. Although it was only for a moment.
He was silent for a while, then took out a piece of letter from his pocket and handed it to Youan: "Go ahead. I still have some sutras to recite."
Youan had no choice but to nod and leave the room. When he was about to close the door for him, he caught a glimpse of Zhitong raising his eyes slightly. His expression was unclear in the dots of light, but there was an indescribable sadness. Youan tilted his head, unable to understand. (To be continued)