"Why?"
There was a crying sound inside the quilt, he tore off the quilt, and couldn't help being taken aback.
Qingqing was still wearing a blue palace gown, but it was already in tatters. Everything she saw was bloodstained, and there were bruises on her cheeks and neck. He raised his hand to touch it, but she dodged it, trembling: "My lord... go back Bar."
He stood in a daze for a while, and just now the maid had come in, pulled him out, and closed the door tightly. He asked in a daze: "What's going on?"
The palace maid was silent for a moment, her voice was so low that she could hardly hear clearly: "I met the prince last night and was forcibly dragged into the room... I was robbed... Innocence."
His heart suddenly felt depressed, and the maid raised her hand to wipe her tears: "The prince has a violent temper, and many palace people were killed by sticks. Three years ago, a palace lady resisted and scratched his face. As a result, there were thirty-seven people in the family. ... killed overnight."
He was stunned: "Killed so many people, but is still at large?"
She smiled wryly: "Prince...he is a prince, the emperor will not deal with him at will."
"What about the law?"
"The law is determined by the emperor, who dares to control it?"
He was stunned for a long time, the maid sighed, pushed the door and went inside, just as she stepped in, she heard her scream. He went in immediately, but saw that the navy blue quilt was covered with blood, the red was dazzling. He stepped forward quickly, realizing for the first time that he was shaking too.
He stretched out his hand to hold Qingqing's bleeding wrist, and said sharply, "Go to the imperial doctor!"
The maid almost cried: "The imperial doctor will not come, and the doctor is not allowed to come in. Without a waist card, you can't leave the palace."
His chest suddenly filled with pain, even if he returned to the dream, he would still have the same pain as before.
He picked up Qingqing and ran out, directly to the Tai Hospital!
Qingqing curled up in his arms, her eyes gradually faded: "My lord..."
"Ok."
"My lord..." She whispered, whispered, over and over again.
The voice gradually became inaudible, until it was completely... inaudible.
The body of the person in his arms became cold very quickly. He was usually pampered and pampered. After running such a long distance with someone in his arms, he was exhausted. He staggered and slid on the snow, almost throwing her out.
"Qingqing..." He was stunned, looked at her pale face, and called out again, but she wouldn't speak again.
It was snowing all over the sky, and the coldness of winter pierced into the bone marrow bit by bit. He was so cold that he lost consciousness, his brain was as blank as snow, and he was so stunned that he couldn't make a sound.
"My lord, the camellias in the yard are blooming."
"My lord, it's cold at night, how about adding an extra stove?"
"My lord... my lord..."
His heart was pierced like a sharp sword, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the world was darkened.
The bright red blood splashed on the snow, like a broken red flower falling on the ground. Although the scholar and Shaozi can only see and hear, they don't know what the monk is thinking. But this situation is enough to make them empathize. In a trance for a moment, the dream was no longer in the snow, but back to his house.
He didn't know how many nightmares he had, and his mouth was dry. The maid came in and poured tea, he took a sip and asked hoarsely, "Is there any news?"
"coming… "
"Say."
The maid whispered: "Not guilty."
The teacup in his hand shattered on the ground, and he looked at her in astonishment. The criminal evidence he had collected these days was enough to make him die a hundred times, so innocent? The voice became even hoarse for a while: "The imperial court won't deal with it?"
"Yes, the Holy Majesty asked them to withdraw the notes."
He was stunned for a long time, then suddenly smiled, and when he laughed out loud, his voice was full of disappointment and despair.
"Okay, innocence...it turns out to be innocence. Thirty-seven human lives in one night can also be regarded as innocence. Where is the law of the king of this country?"
"grown ups… "
When an adult called him, he thought of Qingqing again, raised his hand tremblingly: "Light on the stove, it's cold."
The cold winter of that day has been cold until now. Every time I get cold, I think of Qingqing.
He went to the book a few times, searched for the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Punishment several times, and sought out the Holy Master several times, but was rejected and rejected every time... The prince is still at large.
He sighed.
Shao Zi watched the young monk who had put down his golden cassock and put down his Zen staff come out of the palace and walked on the snow, his back was lonely, and he couldn't help sighing. In a moment, the palace hall disappeared, and there was no more snow. The dream that the monk wanted to show them was over.
Shao Zi was silent. She didn't think that a monk who could deal with weird monsters was a good monk, but those who could control this weird monster without being manipulated by them could see in their hearts that they were not ordinary people. But she didn't expect that he had such a past.
The monk who had recalled it thousands of times did not have too many waves on his face, only the firmness in his eyes remained unchanged. He read a few more scriptures, and then continued: "I traveled across mountains and rivers, wanting to go to the west to ask the Buddha. I passed the valley and fell off the cliff by accident, but I met this epiphyllum demon that I heard about in ancient books. So I took it out of the valley. , used it to kill many people who did evil but got away with it. People don’t kill in Buddhism, but for poor monks, it is a kind of salvation.”
Shao Zi sighed secretly, the dignified state teacher was not in the position, but became an ascetic monk, just for the justice in his heart, and hoped that the world would be clean and free from turbidity. But after thinking about it carefully, she still shook her head: "You are the only one in the six realms of the world, how can you really cleanse the sins of the six realms. Although the law has loopholes, it is occasionally trampled and deceived by villains. But you can’t do without it.”
The monk bent slightly, and spoke calmly: "What the almsgiver said is correct, but the poor monk will do his best to save the world in his lifetime. One is one, and two is two. As long as the law is not perfect, my pursuit The path of Buddha will not stop."
Shaozi immediately got up in awe and said, "I'm going to buy meat! No, I'll make Luohanzhai for you!"
The monk folded his palms together, devoutly and serenely: "Thank you, the benefactor."
The monk is a mortal, and after eating the Vegetarian Food full of spiritual energy, his internal injuries healed immediately. In the early morning, when the spoon was up, the rain was still falling, and he sent hot water to the monk's room, and he went out again. When she cleaned the tables and chairs in the lobby and went shopping, she heard the news that Mr. Song died suddenly this morning. The spoon was silent, knowing that it was the monk who did it.
At noon, the monk thanked the scholar and the spoon, and prepared to take Epiphyllum to the next town. When we went out, it was raining as usual, pattering. Holding the twenty-four bone umbrella in one hand and the epiphyllum pot in the other, the monk left with his obsession.
Shaozi stood at the door and watched him off. Every time he sent the guest away, he would feel an inexplicable sense of loss. But the inn is full of travelers.
After a stick of incense, the rain gradually stopped. Looking up, the sky that had been covered by dark clouds for almost half a month finally cleared up. Everything recovers, the haze dissipates, and neon lights hang in the sky.