Jingchen nodded, smiled, and asked, "Is the donor Feng Guoshi?"
Feng Queyi also nodded and smiled: "Exactly."
Jingchen asked again: "Why did the donor come here?"
Fengqueyi didn't answer. He glanced at the carriage and signaled that he wanted to get on.
Jingchen saw it and smiled gently: "Donor please."
Fengqueyi closed the umbrella, handed it to the monk next to him, and got on the carriage.
The carriage was decorated with simple slips, and a Buddhist scripture was placed on a small table. It was obvious that he had been reading a Buddhist scripture before.
Feng Queyi looked at him out of the corner of his eye and exchanged greetings: "I've heard of Zen Master Jingchen for a long time. When I saw him today, he really is not an ordinary person."
Jingchen looked at him and smiled, his emerald eyes were particularly attractive, making people immersed in them unconsciously.
"It's just a false name. Master Feng is so complimentary. Even poor monks have heard of Master Feng's name for a long time."
Jingchen's smile is just like his name, very pure. This purity is like a mirror that reflects his despicability and dirtiness.
Of course, Fengqueyi didn't feel ashamed at all. After a few pleasantries, he went straight to the topic: "Has Zen Master Jingchen ever heard of Concubine Sang?"
Jingchen nodded: "I heard a little bit."
Fengqueyi continued: "She is dead. She was assassinated today. She was killed by a poisonous blade to protect His Majesty."
After hearing this, Jingchen immediately clasped his hands together and murmured: "Amitabha."
Fengqueyi also clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha", and then continued: "Your Majesty is very sad and has been holding the body and not letting go. The Queen Mother is very worried. In order to prevent Your Majesty from drowning in sorrow, she wants Zen Master Jingchen to help. .”
He used the name of the Queen Mother to achieve his own goals.
Jingchen didn't know the inside story and asked, "How can I help?"
Feng Queyi said: "Your Majesty, the monks from Changzhao Temple came here to pray for Concubine Sang and choose an auspicious time for burial. At this time, we need the help of Zen Master Jingchen. Since a person is dead, it is best to bury her as early as possible. "
Jingchen understood what he meant: "What kind of morning method?"
Generally, when a noble person dies, the coffin needs to be kept in the coffin for several days.
Feng Queyi was afraid of leaving the coffin, so he said, "It depends on Zen Master Jingchen when the day after tomorrow is auspicious."
The day after tomorrow.
Jingchen caught the important words and whispered again: "Amitabha——"
The palace is dangerous and people's hearts are dirty. It would be better for this beautiful lady to return as soon as possible.
The carriage was moving rapidly.
Soon we arrived at Yuesang Hall.
It got dark.
White lanterns have been hung outside the hall, illuminating the water waves on the ground. As the rain drips, whirlpools of fate bloom one after another.
He Lanhui saw the monk team coming from a distance and said to the Queen Mother: "Queen Mother, the monks from Changzhao Temple are here."
The Queen Mother nodded and stepped forward to greet him.
He Lanhui helped her down the steps.
Her personal maid, Yan Cui, held an umbrella for mother and daughter, and half of her body got wet in the rain.
The carriage stopped when it was still twenty steps away from Yuesang Hall.
Fengqueyi got off the carriage first, took the umbrella handed by the monk, opened it, and held it for Jingchen who got off the carriage later.
The two walked side by side and soon ran into the mother and daughter.
"Amitabha--"
Jingchen put his hands together and saluted the mother and daughter: "Jingchen, a poor monk, has met the Queen Mother and the Princess."
He Lanhui also clasped his hands and returned the salute. When he raised his head, he was surprised when he saw Jingchen's face: He didn't expect such a young and handsome monk to come. If Sanning saw it, he would also like it.
Thinking of Sanning, I felt sad.
Although they didn't spend much time together, she really didn't want her to die.
While distracted, Jingchen was invited into Yuesang Hall by the Queen Mother.
Feng Queyi did not go with him, but thought of Sang Qi. No one was more qualified than Sang Qi to preside over his sister's funeral.
He stood under the eaves to avoid the rain, thinking about Sang Qi's situation. He had already sent someone to deliver antidote pills. Is everything going to be okay?
Xianlin Garden
After Sang Qi took the detoxification pill, he finally woke up when it was dark.
As soon as he woke up, he felt hungry and his stomach growled.
Chu Xian, who was responsible for taking care of him, has been watching him until now. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him wake up. He heard his stomach growling again and ordered people to prepare food.
Food is prepared early.
After a while, it was brought over.
Sang Qi was also supported by Chu Xian and sat down at the table to wait.
He narrowly escaped death, had a good attitude, ate with gusto, and even asked: "Do you have any wine?"
Of course there is wine.
But Chu Xian didn't dare to give him a drink and reminded him: "Mr. Anle, you shouldn't drink alcohol now."
After hearing this, Sang Qi smiled nonchalantly: "Actually, there aren't that many taboos. Life is short, enjoy yourself in the moment."
He had just experienced life and death, so he had the right to say so.
Naturally, Chu Xian still didn't give him any wine. Seeing that he was enjoying his meal, he left a young eunuch to wait on him and went out.
After he went out, he sent a guard to the palace to spread the news: "Tell your majesty that Mr. Anle is awake."
The guard's name was Han Shuo. Just as he was about to leave, he was pulled back by Chu Xian and asked, "What's going on in the palace? Have you sent someone to inquire?"
Han Shuo's elder brother was Handa, the commander of the imperial army. He had already received the news and replied: "Concubine Sang has passed away. Your Majesty was very sad and locked herself in Yuesang Palace. Now that Anlejun has just woken up, it is better to keep the news secret." "
Chu Xianshen took it seriously: "I can't let Mr. Anle know about it."
Concubine Sang is gone, and Anlejun is more valuable than his younger brother. The emperor will protect Anlejun's future just to see things and miss people. Those of them who serve Anlejun are afraid that they will not be able to return to the emperor for a while. Since they can't go back, their future of wealth lies with Anlejun.
Must be served with care.
But we can't let him faint again after learning the bad news.
Han Shuo didn't say anything more. He took the raincoat from the palace man next to him. After putting it on, he got on his horse and went to the palace.
royal palace
Yuesang Hall
The fragrance of Buddha is wafting.
The sound of chanting sutras was also heard.
He Lanhui walked into the hall with dinner in hand. On this rainy autumn night, the fragrance of Buddha lingered, and he felt an indescribable warmth.
No, maybe it's the warmth from burning paper money and other things.
The smoke was a bit choking.
She put the dinner on the table, pinched her nose, and whispered: "Brother Emperor, stop writing and eat something first."
He Lanyin didn't seem to hear, and continued to write Buddhist scriptures quickly, one after another. After writing, he threw it into the brazier in front of the coffin.
There was already a pile of copied Buddhist scriptures piled in the brazier. Because they were piled densely and lacked air, they could not burn and only emitted a burst of thick smoke.
No wonder it chokes people.
"Ahem——"
He Lanhui coughed, stepped forward, picked up the poker, and opened the Buddhist scriptures. The air flowed and the Buddhist scriptures quickly ignited.
She looked at the Buddhist scriptures gradually turning into ashes, then looked at the precious coffin, and murmured in her heart: Sang Ning, if you were still alive, would you feel distressed if you saw my imperial brother like this? Will you regret not treating him exclusively?
He Lanyin was still copying Buddhist scriptures.
One after another, seemingly tireless.
But in fact, he was already tired, the hand holding the brush was shaking, and the handwriting he wrote was no longer as vigorous and elegant as before, just like his heart, which was extremely messy.
He Lanhui felt very distressed when she saw it. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to hold He Lanyin's hand and persuaded: "Brother Emperor, are you really what Sister Sang wants to see like this? She is suffering from illness and hates that others don't cherish her. My body is broken. Stop torturing yourself, okay?"
Helan Yin ignored it and continued to copy Buddhist scriptures.
Zen Master Jingchen said that copying Buddhist scriptures for her was to accumulate merit for her.
He wanted to copy more and accumulate more merits for her. He hoped that she would be healthy and safe in the next life without any illness.
But his wrist hurt too much.
Sore to numb.
Suddenly the brush in his hand fell, and he frowned in pain. He paused for a while, took a break, and then held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and tried to pick up the brush again, but he couldn't.
He is so useless!
He failed to protect her, and now he can't even copy more Buddhist scriptures for her.
"boom!"
He punched the table with so much force that the table broke and the sharp wood pricked his hand.
Blood flowed out.
He Lanhui saw this and screamed: "Brother Emperor! You are injured! Someone is here!"
She wanted to call someone to bandage his wound.
But he doesn't need to.
He Lanyin shook off her hand and stood up. The pain did not wake him up. He staggered towards the coffin. When he saw the person sleeping inside, he wanted to touch her face. Suddenly, his vision went dark and he fell in. .
"Brother Royal!"
