When King Ning and King Chu were arguing endlessly, Jiang Yue often visited Qingning Palace when he had nothing to do.
In this way, King Jing's words gained a sense of presence.
Before Wen Qingzhu went out, news came from the palace that Wen Qingfang had entered the palace with the emperor's eldest grandson.
"Miss, isn't Prince Huai giving up? Every time Concubine Wen or Prince Huai enters the palace, Prince Jing's health gets worse." Lu Tao held Wen Qingzhu's hand and walked out, and couldn't help complaining.
She felt that Wen Qingfang should not be allowed to enter the palace at all.
After crossing the threshold, Wen Qingzhu saw that Xi'er had prepared the car, so he said, "Get in the car and I'll tell you in detail. There are many things going on here."
When we arrived at the foot of the Fengguo Temple, Wen Qingzhu didn't want to sit in a sedan chair, so he took the Miwei with him and walked up the mountain.
After walking for a while, I suddenly heard passers-by talking about Ping Guohou.
"Have you heard that Marquis Pingguo has been demoted from the capital?"
"Didn't this happen a long time ago? How did you know about it?"
"That's not what I want to say, but I heard that the young marquis offended the emperor because of a woman, and that's why he was demoted."
"Really? Isn't it because Prince Ning went to marry the young lady of Marquis Jingyuan's family that he returned the military power?"
"Of course not! My uncle's cousin's cousin was an official in the imperial court. One time, the gentleman was drunk and sighed, and then the secret was leaked."
"Really! Who is that woman?"
"It's Wen Qingzhu, the seventh young lady of the old Wen family. With her good looks, she seduces this one and that one. I didn't expect that Mr. Fu Hou actually likes her too!"
"Oh! I really wanted to hear that. King Chu and King Ning also fell in love with her, but she didn't fall in love with either of them. Instead, she often walked around the palace. I'm afraid she didn't want to get richer!"
"Isn't that right! My grandmother has a close relationship with Mrs. Wan Lao, and she said that woman is not simple. She may not want the top position!"
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Wen Qingzhu and his group walked far away, and the people behind them could no longer be heard.
Wen Qingzhu, who was being discussed, didn't think anything of it, but Lu Tao pouted angrily: "She is also an official wife, why are everyone so talkative, miss! Concubine Wen couldn't have spread these rumors intentionally!"
Looking up at the front, Wen Qingzhu did not answer: "Let's go faster. There are many people who want to see Master Jiudeng. We can't fall behind."
Lu Tao still wanted to speak, but Xi'er pulled her hand and shook her head.
In desperation, Lu Tao had no choice but to hold his breath.
But she looked back and remembered the clothes and appearance of the two ladies.
After they arrived less than half an hour later, Lu Tao wanted to go to the toilet and stayed at the door of the temple temporarily.
When the two ladies came forward, she asked the young novice who led the way: "Whose family do those two ladies belong to? I saw that they often come to Fengguo Temple."
The young novice monk was a little embarrassed. The female benefactor next to him had a murderous aura.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Lu Tao immediately glared at him: "If you don't tell me, I'll ask your manager to punish you by carrying water from the back mountain!"
When the little novice monk was about to say something, Yang Dong suddenly came out from behind.
"One is Mrs. Liu's aunt's sister-in-law, and the other is Fu Yutang's uncle's cousin. You don't need to find out who they are. They are two wives of minor officials with little status."
Lu Tao turned his head and looked behind Yang Dong subconsciously: "Is your master here?"
"No." Yang Dong's face suddenly fell.
Ever since the last inn break-in incident, Fu Lie had deliberately moved him away from him.
Seeing him like this, Lu Tao laughed at him mercilessly: "Humph! With your reckless temperament, you are indeed not suitable to serve the Marquis."
"Lu Tao! Others can say that about me, how can you say that about me! I'm just trying to clear up the misunderstanding between the two masters!"
"Why can't I say anything! Nothing has been accomplished, and your master has been embarrassed!" Lu Tao turned around and left, already thinking about how to deal with the two slanderous women.
Yang Dong chased after her: "I didn't mean it. What do you want to do with those two people? I can help you."
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Arriving at the door of Master Jiudeng's room, Wen Qingzhu suddenly stopped.
It is said that he is an eminent monk who travels all over the world and is not in the capital all year round.
But every time he came back, Jiang Yue would see him.
As early as yesterday, Jiang Yue had met him, and Wen Qingzhu had the opportunity to make an appointment for this meeting.
"Donor, the master is waiting for you inside." The welcoming monk reminded the guest very politely.
Wen Qingzhu withdrew his gaze, asked Xi'er to stay, and walked in.
The room was empty, and there was a faint scent of sandalwood lingering around.
On the futon of the Arhat bed, there was an old monk wearing cassocks, sitting facing her.
His beard and brows were completely white, but Wen Qingzhu's medical experience showed that the man in front of him was in excellent health.
Walking to the bed, Wen Qingzhu greeted respectfully: "Master Jiu Deng."
The Jiu Deng in front of him slowly opened his eyes and stopped fidgeting with the rosary beads.
Seeing Wen Qingzhu, his face covered with age spots twitched and his eyes flashed: "Miss Wen, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Wen Qingzhu immediately frowned, and then Jiu Deng raised his hand and pointed at the futon opposite him: "Sit down."
"Thank you, Master." Wen Qingzhu sat down cross-legged as he was told, with his back straight and his hands resting relaxedly on his knees.
Seeing this scene, Jiu Deng smiled happily: "The donor is a man of great wisdom."
"Why do you see it?" Wen Qingzhu didn't know why. She originally wanted to kneel down like the daughter of the aristocratic family.
But after sleeping on Arhat's bed, she felt that Master Jiudeng was not a secular person and would not care about these details.
She chose the most comfortable sitting position.
"It's really rare for a donor to follow his heart and not be affected by external forces." Jiudeng explained.
There was a trace of ridicule on Wen Qingzhu's face: "I can understand what Master said, am I not a standard daughter of the world?"
"Secular etiquette is meant to regulate people's behavior. For women, it's even more so. Miss Wen is different from others. You have jumped out of secular etiquette."
When Master Jiudeng said these words, he stared directly into Wen Qingzhu's eyes.
That gentle yet powerful gaze was like a bright light shining directly into Wen Qingzhu's heart, revealing the darkness in her heart.
Wen Qingzhu didn't like this feeling very much, but Master Jiudeng was different from others. He didn't want to spy on or judge her, but just had a kind of loving compassion.
Faced with this kind of kindness, Wen Qingzhu could not directly respond with evil, so she subconsciously avoided the sight of Master Jiudeng.
"Amitabha, everyone in the world suffers, and Miss Wen is no exception. Sometimes you can let go of your obsessions, so that you don't come back to this life in vain."
The last sentence made Wen Qingzhu suddenly turn his gaze back, but what he met was Master Jiu Deng's eyes that saw through everything.
Under Wen Qingzhu's gaze, Master Jiudeng poured her a cup of tea from an unknown source.
The withered yellow leaves were tumbling under the water of boiling water.
After a while, the tea was clear and glowing with a faint green light, and the originally withered yellow leaves also regained some green vitality.
"I once had a dream. In the dream, I met Huixin, who was still a beggar, in a small town in the northwest. Later, I took a fancy to his wisdom and accepted him as my disciple."
Wen Qingzhu's face was stiff, and his hands on his knees were still sweating.
Could it be that she was not the only one who was reborn
"Lao Na had some enlightenment and went to the small town in the northwest, but he didn't meet Hui Xin, and nothing like the dream happened."
"But Huixin is still your disciple now?" Wen Qingzhu spoke with difficulty.
Master Jiudeng became disappointed: "Everything that happened when we arrived in the town was exactly the same as in the dream, except that we didn't meet Huixin. Until the day when Lao Na left, another beggar found Lao Na and begged Lao Na to treat his brother. I had a very strong feeling, so I went there and saw Huixin who was about to die."
"So he became your apprentice." Wen Qingzhu clenched her fists. She had changed a lot in this life, but there were still many things that were still going on according to the trajectory of her previous life.
"Well, Lao Na saved Hui Xin. When he saw Lao Na for the first time, he cried and called Master, and then told Lao Na that he also had a long nightmare. In the dream, he killed many people, including Lao Na. So when Lao Na came that day, he deliberately avoided Lao Na."
"But by some mistake, he still met the master." Wen Qingzhu closed her eyes, so she would go home to Fu Lie in this life.
Master Jiudeng nodded, and then said: "After returning to Beijing, Lao Na performed a fortune telling for Hui Xin. He was destined to have a calamity in Fengguo Temple, so he was allowed to stay until Lao Na came back last time and saw Wen Wen. Miss Eleven.”
"Is she Huixin's doom?" Wen Qingzhu was immediately confused.
A long time ago, Wen Qingzhu suspected that Wen Qingxin was also reborn.
But what happened later made her understand that Wen Qingxin just had the ability to predict the future.
Because of this, she avoided many disasters.
After the separation, Wen Qingxin stubbornly came to see Huixin. Could it be that she had dreamed about something again
"Yes, Miss Wen Shiyi also came to see Lao Na. She said that she had a dream about a monk since childhood. In the intermittent scenes, that man had been protecting her until he died in front of her."
Master Jiu Deng's eyes suddenly became far-reaching: "Miss Wen must have had a similar dream. Now that she wakes up from the dream, isn't it like living a new life?"
"Are you just waking up from a dream?" Wen Qingzhu murmured.
If it was just a dream, why was the scene of Fuer's death so unforgettable.
Why did her heart almost stop when Fu Lie was pierced by thousands of arrows
In order to survive, everything he suffered in Yaoshen Valley, the heart-breaking pain day and night, was so clear every second.
"Master, I have woken up from the dream, but my heart has not yet woken up. How can I feel relieved?" Wen Qingzhu's tears flowed out and fell on her skirt drop by drop, soaking her clothes.
After a long silence, Master Jiudeng clasped his hands helplessly: "Amitabha, Miss Wen is different from Miss Eleven. The only thing she can change is herself, but what you can change is the people of the world."
"Can I change people all over the world?!" Wen Qingzhu laughed at himself.
After a while, his eyes instantly darkened as he looked at Master Jiudeng's pitiful gaze: "I can't even change myself! I can also change the people of the world!"
She stood up, turned around and left the house.
After walking out of the room, Lu Tao had returned.
She originally wanted to talk about the two gossiping ladies before, but she suddenly found that her young lady's whole body was shrouded in a lingering haze.
"Miss." Lu Tao spoke, and his tone became respectful.
Wen Qingzhu did not stop and directly ordered: "After we return, let's go see Fu Lie!"
"Yes!" Lu Tao swallowed and quickly followed.
When the group of people walked to the entrance of Fengguo Temple, they happened to see Wen Qingxin holding Huixin and not letting go.
The two young novices standing beside them were helpless.
Wen Qingxin also noticed this. She turned around and when she met Wen Qingzhu's gaze, she suddenly took two steps back.