When the group arrived at Cuiwei Mountain, the sun set on the horizon and melted gold, and the fiery clouds filled the green hills like a barrier, or two or three birds were circling in the air when they were lined up or scattered, and when they returned to the forest. The breeze swept across the mountain and came towards the people. The wind seemed to have the fragrance of the grass and spring, which made people feel refreshed before entering the mountain.
Where the palace is located, there is a mountain road that can accommodate horses and carriages. Although it is tortuous, it is flat, so that people can enjoy the scenery in the mountains without having to suffer too much bumps.
When Lin Shen saw a deer, Xiang Wan just heard the bell.
Fu Ming listened silently, and when the bell had subsided, he asked, "Is there a temple in this mountain?"
Jin Yi replied, "The Liuli Temple in Cuiwei Mountain is a royal temple. Although it is not as good as the one in Beijing, it is more like a place for Buddhist temples to be repaired."
Fu Ming said: "If you live in a busy city, the incense will flourish, and if you live in the mountains and forests, you will be clean and unsullied. Each has its own merits."
Jin Yi asked: "I tend to abide by Confucianism for scholars, and I don't like to ask God to worship Buddha. I think you seem to have a feeling of closeness to Buddhism."
Fu Mingdao: "It's not closeness either. I have half a teacher, and I'm a doctor, but I have a deep understanding of Buddhism, so I'm not displeased."
"A doctor cultivates Buddhism?"
Fu Ming nodded, "My half teacher is quite skilled in medicine, but birth, old age, sickness and death are normal human feelings, and it is difficult to rejuvenate with a skillful hand. When there is no cure, the only way is comfort. He said that the Buddha has compassion and wisdom, and can overcome the suffering in people's hearts. "
When Jin Yi heard the words, he remembered the volume of the Heart Sutra, and recited in a low voice: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he practiced deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty, and he saved all suffering..."
Hearing this, Fu Ming smiled and said, "Master often recites and recites, can you understand something?"
Jin Yi shook his head, "If the five aggregates must be empty in order to escape from the sea of suffering, then what is the difference between this kind of wisdom and the ashes of the heart?"
Fu Ming was speechless, and after a long time he said, "So, rather than comprehending Buddhism, I prefer to ponder the poems of Mojie, walk to the poor place of water, and sit and watch the clouds rise." Lifting the curtain of the car higher, he He turned his head and smiled, "Lord, look, we're here."
The Cuiwei Palace is built according to the mountain, with the eaves and the corners hidden in the rocky woods, the clear stream flowing through, and the clouds and mists disappearing in the middle, just like a fairyland outside the world.
Everyone got off their horses and got off the car one after another, entered the main entrance under the welcome of the maids and guards in the palace, and walked all the way to Shenshen Palace.
That night, the three princes hosted a banquet. Taking into account the travel fatigue, just had a meal, and then dispersed.
Fu Ming followed Jin Yi to Yunsheng Pavilion.
"Fang Cai, you are always in a trance and have something on your mind?" Jin Yi asked Fu Mingdao.
"I feel that the third prince is familiar, so I can't help but wonder when I saw him."
"Can you remember?"
"Yeah. On the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, the officer you mentioned was actually him." During the banquet, Fu Ming thought about the cause and effect, and seemed to understand better why Cui Rong wanted to target him in the first place, and the third prince acquiesced. And Jin Yi stood idly by.
Jin Yi also remembered what happened last year. He originally wanted to say that if today, if he were to encounter the situation of the night again, he would never stand by and watch. But what has happened can't be changed, and the idea that hasn't happened is useless. He has the heart but it's hard to say. In a hurry, he can't help reaching out and holding Fu Ming's hand, holding it tightly, as if to convey something through the strength of this touch.
When Fu Ming's hand was held, his body tensed slightly, his palms soon sweated, and his inner surprise and strange feelings gradually grew. As he moved unconsciously, he slowly calmed down and gradually understood why Jin Why, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he returned to hold the hand that would not let go even if it got wet.
Gradually interlocking fingers, the shadows fell into pairs, drenched by the dewy moonlight, and followed people all the way to the front of Yunsheng Pavilion.
The Yunsheng Pavilion is built on the edge of a deep stream. Your Excellency builds a high platform. There is a pavilion on the pavilion, like a crane with wings on the edge of the stream.
Lu Fei and others have arranged everything properly, the servants live on the lord's floor, and the master's room occupies the entire upper floor.
The room has no walls, all doors and windows that can be opened and closed, and pure white and uncolored gauze curtains hang all around, refusing to welcome the breeze, bright moon, mountains and cloud shadows.
Fu Ming casually put on a comfortable posture, sitting on the futon, holding a cup of wine made from mountain fruits in his hand, facing the deep moon stream outside the window, the pine and bamboo in the wind, and sipping slowly.
Jin Yi knelt down beside him, hugged him from behind, and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Yeah. I like it." Fu Ming replied softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but the joy in his voice was still clearly audible.
Jin Yi couldn't help laughing, the smile rolled down his throat, he was more intoxicated than drinking fine wine, but he stopped politely, "I'm tired today, rest early, tomorrow is fine, I'll take you for a walk in the mountains. "
Jin Yi got up, Fu Ming drank the wine, stretched out his hand to Jin Yi, Jin Yi pulled him up smoothly, and the two of them went to the bed with their hands, fell on the quilt, and fell asleep hugging each other.
Streams can hypnotize, but the chirping of birds awakens people.
When Fu Ming woke up, there was still warmth around him, but no one was there. He got up and walked to the door, and saw Jin Yi practicing swordsmanship by the stream under the attic. Because of the scattered rocks, the terrain was extremely uneven, but Jin Yi was walking on the ground, his feet moved freely, and the shadow of the sword in his hand was like the wind.
Everyone in the world said that Jin Changjing was worthy of being the queen of the gate, and he was very talented in martial arts, and the Jin family had successors. But this person's kung fu of reading military books late at night by candlelight, and his insistence that he must get up early to practice swordsmanship regardless of the severe cold or heat, is difficult for outsiders to see.
Although it is midsummer, it is still cold in the morning in the mountains. Fu Ming put on a long gown, but when Jin Yi went back to the house, he saw sweat on his forehead.
Fu Ming followed his heart, walked up to him, wiped his sweat for him, and brought tea to drink with him. After Jin Yi broke down in sweat and changed his clothes, he ordered the meal.
The wild delicacies of the mountain have also become refined by the hands of the royal chef. After the two had breakfast, Fu Ming followed Jin Yi out the door.
Both of them were dressed in strong suits, and they picked a path and went into the depths of the forest. Jin Yi carried a curved bow and quiver on his back, and asked Fu Ming to bring a sharp dagger to prevent accidents.
Walking on the edge of the stream, the mountain road is rugged, but because of the lush vegetation and the fragrance of the wild fragrance, people forget the difficulty of the road. When they were tired of walking, they would rest by the water and watch the stream gurgling down. When they were blocked by the boulders in the water, they would splash the waves and jump the beads. Occasionally, an egret would come to the stream to drink water. .
Although the mountains are quiet, they are full of vitality. When people walk in the mountains, even if they don't speak or speak, they only reconcile with the sounds of nature with the sound of stepping on the grass. They are never lonely, they just feel happy.
Hearing and seeing, Fu Ming already had a lot of emotional thoughts surging. He wanted to say that he should bring the qin with him, but he also thought that he should not have brought it. The sound of the piano has such a good taste.
Jin Yi seemed to feel the same as Fu Ming, and he didn't say much as he walked along the way. He only said "be careful" where Shigao moss slipped, or stretched out his hand to help.
If I really went to the water-poor place, it turned out that the stream was overflowing from a deep cave, and there were also springs dripping from the rock wall outside the cave. Fu Ming took a drop with the tip of his finger and put it in his mouth, and he felt the tip of his tongue was refreshing, so he smiled. Jin Yi said: "You have a taste."
Jin Yi also imitated his actions, and then said, "It's really good water."
Fu Ming said, "This water is even better than the snow water on plums. It's a pity that I didn't bring water utensils.
"What's so difficult about this?" Jin Yi motioned to Fu Ming to give the dagger to himself. He found a dead bamboo nearby, used strength in his hand, and chopped off a section of the dead bamboo, which turned into a water tank.
The water dripping from the rock was very slow, so the two of them sat on the grass and waited for the tank to be full.
Jin Yi straightened his legs, and Fu Ming understood, and lay down. He was really tired, but when he lay down, he felt comfortable all over. Facing the sky, white clouds are like strands, gently sweeping the endless blue. The flying birds are leisurely and their posture is light, so that people just want to give birth to wings and fly freely.
For a long time, no, it is better to say that Fu Ming has been so relaxed and relaxed for the first time in his life. He closed his eyes, put one of Jin Yi's hands on his chest, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and fell asleep lightly.
A short break relieved the tiredness of the journey, and the bamboo tube was already overflowing. Looking at the sky, Fu Ming got up and said, "Let's go back, this water can't be stored for a long time, go back and make tea for you to drink, and I'll show you the song that I have composed in my heart before."
Jin Yi asked, "Aren't you tired?"
Fu Ming smiled and said, "It's refreshing!"
Jin Yi lifted the bamboo tube and stretched out the other hand to Fu Ming. Fu Ming also generously gave him his hand. The two sometimes followed each other, sometimes walked side by side, and went back to Yunsheng Pavilion along the way they came.
Halfway through the trip, Fu Ming looked back, and the green hills behind him were even more clear in the noon sunlight. The white clouds were no longer in the shape they came in, and the threads gathered together into a ball, like a castle in the sky.
When the two returned to Yunsheng Pavilion, there was a visitor. It was Jin Yi's colleague, who he had mentioned to Fu Ming about Jingzhi.
A good time is worse than a coincidence. I came here when I was quiet, drank a good tea, and listened to a good song. On the way back, I met the third prince. I couldn't help but take out the tray of Yunsheng Pavilion's coincidence and boasted about it. Love beyond words. So, Fu Ming, who was just following Jin before to have fun, took on a temporary task to prepare for the banquet in the next few days.
Jin Yi said: "If you don't want to, I will go to the third prince to resign."
Fu Ming thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's okay, the third prince is someone you want to follow, why should you shirk?"
Seeing Fu Ming's calm and confident appearance, Jin Yi's heart became hot, and he thought to himself: I am so lucky to be like this for me.