Out of concern for Concubine Li, Liu Heng still didn't vent his anger on her after her death. He had already lost a son, and now he lost a concubine. Even though Liu Heng was full of doubts, he finally did it once. Rarely confused person.
If we really get to the bottom of it, I'm afraid more people will leave...
Therefore, according to the regulations of the imperial concubine of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the funeral of Empress Li was arranged.
Wen Rou only remembers that it was the biggest snowfall in Da Zhou's life that she could remember in her two lifetimes, and the sky and the earth were all white, and with the funeral procession, the coffin of Concubine Li seemed more solemn and solemn.
In the early court after the funeral, Sheng Biji went to the court as usual, and after dealing with the official affairs to be reported, he finally took out a dictionary from his sleeve and presented it to Liu Heng.
"Oh? Prime Minister Sheng is leaving?" Liu Heng read the book carefully.
"The old minister is old and frail, and has long been overwhelmed by the important affairs of the court. I also hope that the emperor will allow the old minister to go back to the mountains and forests for the rest of his life." Sheng Biji cupped his hands and said emotionally.
"The prime minister is concerned about the country and the people, and has worked hard all his life. Since the prime minister is leaving, I will give you a hundred hectares of fertile land, and a thousand taels of gold and silver, and send them to the prime minister for retirement." Liu Heng waved his hand, although he felt dissatisfied She Sheng Biji resigned from office, but after all he followed his wish.
"Thank you for the reward from the emperor. It's just that the old minister wishes to be with the mountains and rivers in his later years. Fertile land, gold and silver, should fill the treasury. It can be regarded as the old minister's wish." Sheng Biji declined politely.
Under the noon sun, a proud figure, stretched long, held its head high, and easily disappeared from everyone's sight!
Sheng Biji left, and the loyal prime ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty were forever recorded in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
However, the sad and lingering love affair between him and the concubine Li has always been quietly and far away in the plum grove in full bloom. Opened in the sweet horseshoe cake.
Morning bells and evening drums, dusk is white, and light smoke is lingering. Sandalwood bursts.
In the Bailong Temple on the outskirts of Beijing, there was a handsome monk at some time.
He clasped his hands together. Close your eyes and meditate, from time to time pieces of Buddhist scriptures float out from your proud lips.
No one knew who this handsome monk was.
Perhaps, only he himself knows that once his surname was Liu, and later his surname was Sheng!
The third prince of Dazhou disappeared suddenly, and no one knew where he went. It's like no one knows that there is a devout monk in Bailong Temple!
Although Concubine Li was not poisoned to death by him, she died because of him!
Since he is the crystallization of that sad and sinful fate, for the rest of his life, he only wishes that this ancient blue lamp Buddha will devote himself to worshiping the Buddha and save that poor soul who has loved him all his life.
Sheng Yaoshan never told Sheng Jiaoxue all this, because he didn't know how to tell her that this young and ignorant girl fell in love with her brother.
It was on the night Liu Zhang entered the temple that a gray-feathered carrier pigeon landed in the courtyard of the prime minister's mansion.
Pacing back and forth in front of Sheng Jiaoxue's room.
"Huh? Where did you come from? Why did you fall into my yard! Did King Huaide send you here? How good would it be if you were sent by him? I can't find him..." Sheng Jiao Xue gently picked up the carrier pigeon. Talking to himself, stroking the pigeon's wings.
Suddenly, she seemed to have discovered something. At the legs and feet of the carrier pigeon, a delicate bamboo tube loomed in front of him.
What a carrier pigeon!
Sheng Jiaoxue's eyes suddenly lit up!
Curiously, he opened the bamboo tube and took out a carefully folded envelope.
Those are Liu Zhang's characters, she can recognize them!
"It's not light to say goodbye to a young man, but it's also sad to meet you when you're old. Hasty cups and plates for laughter and rain, and dim lights to talk about life."
this is... this is...
Sheng Jiaoxue was there in astonishment!
Because that is Liu Zhang's character, but it is a poem describing the relationship between brothers and sisters!
Somehow, she seemed to understand something!
Those similar preferences, and the feeling of deja vu...
Even alone. There will also be a kind of security and attachment that goes beyond the love between men and women.
Concubine Li's death... Father's resignation and hermitage... and the stubbornness of father's refusal to let me marry King Huaide...
Could it be that…
A guess, a secret. A longing, a name.
three years. Perhaps, in Sheng Jiaoxue's heart, she already understood something.
Now this letter is just the final confirmation!
Father has retired, and mother is reluctant to part with their siblings, and has been taking care of her and Sheng Yaoshan in the old place of the prime minister's mansion in the capital, devoting herself to eating vegetarian food and praying for the family. She wanted to find an opportunity to ask Sheng Yaoshan, maybe her brother who grew up with her would know everything that happened in the family, and even know Liu Zhang's whereabouts.
However, even in the end, she never spoke.
Perhaps, there is such a mystery between knowing the truth and guessing!
For three years, Sheng Jiaoxue has been confined to the prime minister's residence. Time has passed, and her young lady's temper has long been calm and calm.
"Dangdangdang" It seems that someone is knocking on the door of the prime minister's mansion.
Since Sheng Biji returned to seclusion, all the servants of the Xiangfu were fired by the Qi family one after another.
The prime minister is gone, so why do you need so many servants? !
After sending away the family and the aunt, the family property was divided, and I took care of it myself all day long, so my life was smooth and orderly.
Now the door is knocking, and there is no porter to answer it.
Coincidentally, Sheng Yaoshan has not yet returned from entering the imperial court today, and the Qi family went out to do shopping and is not there either.
Hearing the sound of the door being knocked lightly, Sheng Jiaoxue walked out of the room hesitantly.
Who will it be? Ever since her father resigned from office and went back into hiding, there were no guests in the house anymore, people left to cool off the tea, sophistication of the world, in Sheng Jiaoxue's eyes, it was real!
Occasionally, there are a few old friends of my brother who are close friends, and they just shout loudly outside the door, most of them come to see my brother for a drink, but today's knock on the door is very elegant and quiet.
While hesitating, Sheng Jiaoxue slowly opened the heavy door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The lavender robe, the delicate and handsome face, half of the brows and eyes are clean and heroic, and the other half is elegant An Ran.
Looking at his figure, he should know some martial arts, but he is not as big and strong as his brother.
The purple robe was wrapped with a trace of wisdom and warmth, and on such a winter morning, with a ray of bright sunshine, it appeared brightly and warmly in front of him.
That was a young man with the stalwart of his elder brother and the elegance of elder brother Ren Yue!
"You are..." It was the first time in three years that Sheng Jiaoxue spoke to a strange man.
"The capital, Ji Yunjian." The visitor bowed his hands politely, his voice was as gentle as jade.
"Ji Yunjian..." Sheng Jiaoxue subconsciously called out that name.
In the puzzled eyes, it seemed that the name was very familiar, but the person in front of him was very strange.
"My father, Ji Yinkai, is an old friend with the old prime minister, and Yun Jian and Miss Sheng are destined to marry each other." As Ji Yunjian spoke, his thin lips parted slightly, his white teeth were slightly exposed, and the corners of his mouth from time to time revealed a spring breeze melting snow. The warmth, that smile, even the monks who have escaped into Buddhism, I am afraid that they will be moved by it.