When Chu Qiao and the others entered the Buddhist hall of the side hall of Anyuan Temple, her cheeks could not help but slightly flushed, and Jingjing and the others burst out laughing. Only Xiao Fei bowed and kowtowed very seriously, and then turned around to stare at a group of disrespectful juniors.
The sacred incense is lingering, the hall is solemn, and the statue of Guanyin who sends the son sits on the Buddhist hall with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. The noon light shines from outside the hall, penetrates layers of fine incense ash, and sprinkles on the empty hall.
Zhuge Yue's voice was close to his ears, with mellow warmth and a smile, he whispered: "You must be sincere in worshiping Buddha."
Chu Qiao turned her head and saw that he had bright eyes, looking at her with a smile, with some seriousness, but also a bit of childish naughtiness.
She turned around with a smile, knelt down very calmly, put her hands together, and silently recited the wishes made by thousands of women, then put her hands on the futon and bowed down sincerely.
One kowtow, bless him with good health, good fortune in every situation, and good luck in every calamity.
Two kowtows, bless us to stay together safely and never be separated.
Kowtow three times, bless us to get our wish and have a healthy child.
She bowed down one after another, so devout, with unprecedented satisfaction and peace on her face.
Bodhisattva, you have blessed so many people, now, please bless me once.
Jingjing and Pingan were laughing secretly behind, Xiaofei was trying to persuade them to respect the gods. Yue Qi, He Xiao and the others stood outside gossiping, talking about the embarrassing story about the second lieutenant of which battalion or army went to Hualou and was caught by his wife and beat up in the street, all the guards laughed together.
The weather in late autumn is a little cold, the sky is high and far away, she knelt there, looking up at the gods above, she just felt that life was peaceful and peaceful, the bloody storm in her past memory had long been gone, her state of mind had never been as it is today As peaceful and quiet.
Zhuge Yue helped her up, wrapped his arms gently around her waist, kissed her brow with his cold lips, and then smiled lightly.
With sharp eyes, Jingjing grabbed Xiao Fei and kept yelling, "Sister-in-law Qi, sister-in-law, look quickly, sister and brother-in-law are blasphemy!"
Everyone snickered softly, but Zhuge Yue didn't care. Chu Qiao's cheeks were slightly red, and she gently pulled away from his embrace. It was only two hands, but tightly holding his arm underneath, never letting go.
"Do you want to stay on the mountain and eat vegetarian food?" Zhuge Yue asked.
Before Chu Qiao could reply, she saw Ping An winking at her from the side, she understood immediately, and said, "Let's go down the mountain, we are all carnivores, so don't force yourself to be arty."
Hearing the words, Pingan hurriedly ran forward with joy, and told Zhuge Yue how delicious the certain dishes in Deyuelou were, and Jingjing also echoed. Zhuge Yue slammed a chestnut on Ping An's head, scolded "Stinky boy" with a smile, and led everyone out of the Buddhist hall where Baoxiang was solemn.
After throwing a lot of sesame oil money, the temple prepared a clean courtyard for them. Yue Qi and others went to prepare the chariots and horses, only Zhuge Yue and Chu Qiao were left sitting among the maple leaves, chatting and drinking tea.
After sitting for a while, Xiao Fei became restless. Chu Qiao thought she was going to urinate and was embarrassed to say so, so she dragged her to the side courtyard. Unexpectedly, her face was red, and after thinking for a long time, she said that there is a fortune teller in the Songzi Guanyin Temple, who is very accurate in divination, and the pills he sells are also elixir. Medicine and so on. But Yue Qi and the young master didn't believe it, this time they came, so they could only buy it secretly.
Chu Qiao naturally didn't believe it, she thought to herself that you were pregnant and gave birth, it was the credit of Yue Qi, what does it have to do with a fortune teller on the street? Seeing her earnest words, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he greeted Zhuge Yue and accompanied her to the fortune-telling booth on Fenglin Road outside the main hall.
The fortune-teller had white hair and beard, was thin and tall, and looked a little like a fairy. Seeing Chu Qiao, he immediately said that she is a very rich and powerful person, but there are many entanglements in her life, as long as she is sincere to the Buddha, she has her own way to solve the disaster. Xiao Fei nodded repeatedly and kept blinking at Chu Qiao, as if to say: Look, how effective this gentleman is.
But Chu Qiao knew that this was a must-say word for all fortune-telling. Who has not had a few troubles in his life, and as for the rich and powerful, just look at the two of them in their outfits, and they can guess that they are almost the same.
Sitting in front of the booth, Xiao Fei was very busy drawing lots and divination to ask good and bad luck. Chu Qiao stood aside boredly, and suddenly saw a very familiar figure flickering in the distance, and immediately froze in place.
After a while, she bowed her head to give Xiaofei a word, and followed quietly.
In the blink of an eye, it has been six years.
Among the red maple brocades, he was wearing a white shirt, looking plain and unpretentious, without the high spirits of the day. When the autumn wind blows, a sleeve flutters up, like catkins with no branches to rely on, fluttering softly.
"Your Highness, do you want some water?" An eighteen or nineteen-year-old attendant came forward with a cold voice. Although he was wearing men's clothes, he could tell that it was a young girl, but his back was facing Chu Qiao, so he couldn't see her clearly. face.
Zhao Song turned around, and the cheeks that once showed a little baby fat because of his carefreeness were now as thin as a knife. Although her figure was still tall and straight, she was tired and thin, her eyes were no longer the same as before, calm and calm like a century-old well, and she was only in her early twenties, but her temples were already gray.
He shook his head and said calmly, "I want to walk alone."
The girl didn't move at all, just lowered her head slightly, holding the water bag in her hand, and the breeze blew across her side face, with a faint sense of inexplicable familiarity. She suddenly raised her head, looked at Zhao Song, and asked firmly, "Is Your Highness waiting for someone?"
Zhao Song's expression was faintly unhappy, he frowned and said, "What did you say?"
"How long has your Highness not been out of the mansion, why are you so interested today?"
Zhao Song's brows and eyes became more and more unhappy, he took a deep look at her, turned around and left. The girl was startled, and hurried to catch up, grabbed his sleeve, and said in a mournful voice: "Did your Highness forget what His Highness Fourteen said?"
Zhao Song was pulled by her sleeve, and slowly turned his head, his eyes were like a deep pool, staring deeply at the girl in men's clothing, and said in a deep voice: "Wuxin, not everyone in this world owes you, your hatred, Is it too long?" After finishing speaking, he turned around and sank into the layers of maple forest.
The girl stood there blankly with her back facing Chu Qiao, her back was whirling, her hair was like a willow, and her figure was so thin that a gust of wind could blow her away. The lingering loneliness flowed slowly from her brushed fingertips, floating in the forest layer by layer. She just stood there silently for a long time, and finally, she wiped her cheek with her sleeve, as if wiping off something, and raised her foot to chase in the direction where Zhao Song left.
The birds in the forest are flying and singing. Vaguely, Chu Qiao seemed to see that many years ago, he was wearing a royal blue robe with colorful birds embroidered on it. With a small golden riding whip in his hand, he said triumphantly to her: "I think you are the most pleasing to the eyes of the maid in the house, how about I make you my gatekeeper general?"
A gust of wind blew, and she suddenly felt so cold.
Xiaofei's voice gradually approached, she came to her senses, and went back hand in hand with a good mother who was still not satisfied after giving birth to two children.
Everyone was a little tired after walking around for a long time, so they took a carriage when they went down the mountain. The carriage swayed along, seeing that she was not in high spirits, Zhuge Yue frowned and asked her if she was tired. Chu Qiao nodded and said yes, she leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes drowsily, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.
Zhuge Yue held her hand, feeling cold, couldn't help feeling a little worried, so he ordered Yue Qi to hurry up.
"In a few days, Zhao Che is going to get married." Chu Qiao was stunned, then raised her head slightly, and Zhuge Yue smiled, "He has had bad luck these years, and he is about to become an old bachelor. You don't know the bride, but I guess I will like it. She is the youngest daughter of the leader of Donghu. Her name is Wanyanrou. Although her name contains the word soft, she is not gentle at all. She is a crazy girl who is arrogant and domineering, but she is simple and kind. When she comes to Beijing, I will bring her You go and see."
Chu Qiao nodded, thinking of something, but did not say it after all.
After the autumn festival, the sky started to get cold, the lake was frozen, a heavy snow fell, the sky and the earth were completely white, the house was warm all day long, and people became lazy.
These days, Sima Mansion was full of people coming and going, and Zhuge Yue seemed to be very busy, even Yue Qi hadn't seen him for a long time. Hearing from Xiao Fei, Yue Qi was sent out by Zhuge Yue as an errand, and he has been away for seven or eight days.
That night, Chu Qiao inadvertently asked Zhuge Yue a question, but he played tricks and didn't answer, only saying that he wanted to give her a surprise.
The surprise came very quickly. Three days later, Sun Di sent someone from Bian Tang to bring her personal letters and palace documents.
It turned out that Zhuge Yue, the Sima of the Military Department of the Great Xia, sent people to Bian Tang to ask for marriage, and wanted to marry King Xiuli of Bian Tang.
When Chu Qiao received the news, Zhuge Yue was lying on the bed and hadn't gotten up yet. He was wearing a translucent white satin pajamas. He propped his head on one hand and looked sideways at her, with a half smile but a lazy look.
Chu Qiao walked up to him, spread out the letter, and asked, "What's going on?"
Zhuge Yue said calmly: "What's the matter? It's only right and proper for men to marry at university and women to marry at university."
Chu Qiao frowned, "But my status is embarrassing after all. With your current status, aren't you afraid of the imperial court's criticism?"
Zhuge Yue smiled lightly, and said disdainfully: "I, Zhuge Yue, are married, what does it have to do with others criticizing me?"
It was as if a hot water bottle had been punctured, and the warm water flowed into her heart, and her smile couldn't help but flow out slowly. She squatted down and rested her head on his lap, just motionless.
Zhuge Yue sat up and hugged her, bent down and rubbed her hair with his chin, and said softly: "I've thought about it for so many years, how can I let you enter my house so quietly? I will tell the world, Tell everyone that you are mine."
The days that followed suddenly became busy. Chu Qiao didn't know what methods and methods Zhuge Yue used to make the entire Zhenhuang upper class lose their memory overnight. No one remembered that she had assisted Yan Xun to kill Zhenhuang. No one remembers that she smashed Daxia's Northern Expedition twice, and no one even remembers that she killed Daxia's third prince Zhao Qi with her own hands.
Over the past few days, ladies from various aristocrats have come to the door one after another, and all kinds of rare gifts have been sent into the Sima Mansion like a stream. Even some royal ministers who are not close to Zhuge Yue and Zhao Che have also sent gifts one after another. .
On the third day of the twelfth lunar month, news suddenly came out from the Shengjin Palace that the emperor was critically ill and Zhuge Yue was urgently summoned to the palace to serve him.
It stands to reason that the emperor is seriously ill, except for the prince and prince, he should not call ministers into the palace to attend to the illness. However, the emperor was dying, and no one knew what would happen in the next moment. Duke Mu of Lingnan and the sons of vassal princes from all over the country came to the palace one after another. It would be unwise to let Zhao Che stay in the palace alone at this time. In such a situation, Zhuge Yue had no choice but to go to the palace. The emperor didn't have any opinion when he was ill, Zhao Yang and others were worried about letting Zhuge Yue go out at this time, so the Shengjin Palace was very lively for a while, and all the forces of the whole Great Xia gathered.
However, on the night when the heads of all parties entered the palace, the East Hu army stationed in the west of the city started fighting with the personal guards brought by Mr. Mu. No one knows the exact reason, but when Chu Qiao was woken up, the entire western sky was red, and the sound of killing was loud, but all the messengers from all over the palace were blocked outside the palace gate. It was someone deliberately conniving.