Zhongli Garden.
Qin'er stood in front of Zhongli Ruohua, holding a bowl of bird's nest soup in her hand.
She looked into the little lady's face.
The little lady's face was originally round, with a very beautiful white and rosy color.
But now...
Now the little lady's face has become noticeably thinner.
The skin that was originally breakable by a blow also lost its luster.
Seven days have passed since the incident in Xishan happened.
During these seven days, the young lady has been sitting in front of the window of the third lady's boudoir.
Eating less.
He didn't even close his eyes for a moment.
She was looking at the Regent's poems copied by Miss Third, and also looking at the peach tree outside the window.
The flowers on the peach trees have almost fallen off, and I think she has memorized those poems by heart.
But she...
Her tears have dried.
The color in her eyes was still gray.
The little lady is only six years old.
She lost her favorite sister and the brother-in-law whom she talked about all day long.
It seems that the little lady's childhood is no longer there because of this.
"Sister Qin'er,"
"My slave is here."
Zhong Liruohua looked at the setting sun outside the window and suddenly said, "You said that after death, people go to the underworld."
"I heard that everyone has to pass through the Naihe Bridge and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup at the bridge..."
"I heard that after drinking that soup, you will forget everything about your past life."
"Those people and those things are all forgotten."
"My sister and brother-in-law don't know if they have reached Naihe Bridge yet."
"If they all drank the Mengpo soup, wouldn't it mean that they were strangers to each other after crossing the bridge?"
"If we are strangers to each other... wouldn't my sister be very lonely?"
"Wouldn't my brother-in-law be lonely too?"
Qin'er was startled and pondered for a moment, "Little miss, the love between the third miss and Mr. Li may be able to move the world."
"Although the underworld has its own rules, but... maybe the Lord of Hell will give them some relief."
Zhongli Ruohua nodded slightly, and then looked at the papers on the table.
"I seem to mature earlier than my peers."
"I can understand some of these words from my brother-in-law now."
"Like this one."
Zhongli Ruohua picked up a piece of paper and read in a low voice:
"Ten years of life and death are blurred,
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other,
My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost..."
"At first, I just thought the poem was too desolate, and then I felt that my brother-in-law was a person with a story."
"Grandma said at the time that my brother-in-law was a bit strange."
"The person who wrote this poem must have gone through a period of extremely difficult times... trapped by love and suffering by love."
"I didn't understand what grandma meant at that time."
"Now, I understand a little bit."
"Brother-in-law...it's not easy!"
"He and his sister met on March 3 last year, and then they got to know each other and then fell in love. I saw it all in my eyes. I am happy for them."
"But now, after we return to Guangling City or Kyoto, the tomb on the West Mountain has truly become a lonely tomb thousands of miles away. It is desolate everywhere."
Qin'er listened and suddenly felt that the little lady sitting in front of the window seemed to have grown up.
What she said was no longer the same as going to the street to buy lollipops, or going to a place to watch the excitement, etc.
She is sad about the relationship between the third lady and Mr. Li.
At her age, even sadness should be short-lived.
At least it shouldn't be this deep.
But now it seems that the young lady seems to have fallen into the love story between the third lady and Mr. Li.
"Little miss, I think...if Third Miss and Mr. Li have spirits in heaven, they don't want to see you like this."
Zhong Liruohua put down the paper in his hand and looked at the sunset outside the window, "Then what should I do to make them happy?"
"I think you should cheer up and be happy."
"Master Li handed over this kingdom to the eldest son of the emperor. I think you should practice martial arts and become a master like my grandmother."
"In the future, you will be able to create another powerful family to protect Ningguo and protect Mr. Li's hard work."
Zhongli Ruohua's eyes slowly lit up.
After a moment, she nodded, "You're half right!"
"I should really practice martial arts. I should become a master like grandma to protect Ningguo."
"But I will not create a powerful family."
Qin'er was startled, "Why?"
Zhong Liruohua's lips curled up: "Because I won't get married when I grow up!"
Qin'er was shocked and wanted to say something, but Zhongli Ruohua went to say something else: "I'm hungry. This bowl of bird's nest is not enough. Please ask the kitchen to get me more food... I need more meat!"
"good."
Qin'er put down the bird's nest in her hand and was about to turn around when Zhongli Ruohua asked again:
"Where did Sister Chuchu go?"
"The fourth princess left yesterday with her army of women, saying they were going to Mobei to build a Ningxiu army or something."
"Oh... what about Brother Amu and the others?"
"They went to Kyoto with the emperor's eldest son and left this morning."
Zhongli Ruohua took a bite of the bird's nest and said, "They're all gone... I'll stay in Shuzhou to guard the graves of my sister and brother-in-law!"
…
…
The top of the Western Mountain.
Xiao Baozi has left on his little black donkey.
It was around noon when she left.
It's almost evening now.
The top of the Western Mountain is already deserted.
Just under the setting sun, a young monk wearing moon-white cassocks walked to the top of the mountain.
He stood on the top of the mountain and looked around.
What he saw was the broken flowers all over the ground, and the blood stains all over the ground that had turned black.
He walked through the peach forest holding a Zen staff, walked to Jishan Temple, and stood in front of the tomb.
He squatted down and looked at the inscription on the tablet carefully, and suddenly showed an expression of disbelief.
"Li Chenan...you are actually dead!"
"If you die, wouldn't you be unable to keep that five-year appointment?"
He stood up.
Behind him are long shadows stretched by the setting sun.
He is not a monk!
He originally came to see Li Chenan.
It's not like fulfilling that agreement in advance.
But... I want to send an extremely important letter to Li Chenan!
He was originally a closed disciple of Monk Jiu Deng.
Last autumn, my master Jiudeng Monk had a battle with Wu Xichen. Although he won, he was seriously injured.
Last winter, Donglin Temple destroyed Xilin Temple, and the master died in the battle!
At that time, he was on his way back to Yue from the state of Wu.
When he returned to Xilin Zen Temple, he found out that the two Zen monasteries had merged into one and became the Zen sect of the Yue Kingdom.
The presiding abbot became the great monk Jijue of the original Donglin Zen Monastery.
The master should have been avenged for his death in battle, but the fate left by the master did not allow him to take revenge!
He became a homeless wandering monk.
But then something big happened.
The great monk Nirvana who went to Ningguo is back!
The great monk Ji Mie and the great monk Jijue were originally brothers, but they had a fight for unknown reasons.
Both are great masters.
Both sides suffer again!
The great monk Nirvana left again.
I heard that I went to Ningguo again.
In Sifeng City, Kyoto, Yue State, monk Bu Nian met Princess Hanyue.
Princess Hanyue gave him a letter and asked him to go to Ningguo to deliver the letter to Li Chenan.
Princess Hanyue said that this matter was extremely important and involved the struggle for the throne of the Yue Kingdom!
She also said that after meeting Li Chenan, she said it was a girl named Yang Duoduo who asked him for help.
Monk Bu Nian, who had nowhere to go, came to Ningguo. When he came here, he was dumbfounded.
Li Chenan is dead!
What to do?
Monk Bu Nian raised his head and looked around, suddenly feeling that there was no place to call home in the vastness of the world.
After thinking for a while, he turned and left.
You have to go back to Yue Kingdom to tell Princess Hanyue the news.
Just as the monk Bu Nian left, another old monk came here.
He is He Xishan!
He looked at Monk Bu Nian's back, thought for a while, and did not call Monk Bu Nian back.
He also stood in front of the grave and looked at it for a moment.
He murmured:
"Sow the cause, reap the fruit... Everything is created by the mind."
He didn't leave.
He went to cut wood on the mountainside.
We need to rebuild Jishan Temple!
He will continue to live here, and then... wait!
