Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1559

The governor announced in the street: "The dog is listed as the auspicious animal of Chang'an County, and is also a good omen for Youzhou."

Shi Anxue was so happy that she touched Ye Baoer and said, "Ye Baoer, you are the mascot."

Ye Baoer seemed to understand and howled, the sound of his barking spread far away. Other dogs followed suit, and the barking mixed with the sound of gongs and drums, making it lively and festive.

After walking for a while, Shi Anxue commanded Ye Baoer domineeringly, "Hurry up and get on the carriage. You haven't recovered from your injuries yet."

Ye Baoer followed the command and jumped onto the carriage. The rest of the dogs also got on the carriage instantly.

When we reached Shili Pavilion, eighteen men came over carrying the Wanmin Umbrella. The gold-painted ribs of the umbrella shone brightly in the morning sun, and the tassels hanging down were made of strips of patchwork quilt.

The umbrella surface is covered with dense red fingerprints, and when the wind blows, it looks like thousands of prayer lanterns inserted on the river bank.

Following behind was a monk from Chang'an Temple, holding a gilded bronze chime, and the sound of Sanskrit filled the Ten-Li Pavilion like a tide.

The leading master held a nine-ring staff in his hand, and the copper bell hanging on the top of the staff was in harmony with the wind chimes on the eaves.

Shi Anxia hurriedly led everyone to lift the curtain and come down, clasping her hands together.

The young girl took the lead and stood in the rosy glow, her appearance solemn, dignified and gentle, her bright pupils reflecting the rising sun.

She was not wearing fancy clothes today, only a moon-white skirt with light blue lotus embroidered on the hem. When her skirt fluttered in the wind, she looked like a fairy from under the seat of Guanyin.

Suddenly, a white dove was startled from the bell tower in the distance, flew over the princess' head, and dropped a piece of white feather.

"Please look, Your Highness." The master pointed at the umbrella. The sunlight shone through the red fingerprints, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

The light and shadows gradually condensed and turned into a huge lotus shape. In the center of the lotus, the word "compassion" could be vaguely seen.

Shi Anxia's pupils trembled violently.

What shocked her was not the lotus light and shadow carefully designed by the master, but the word "compassion".

In the calligraphy style, the last stroke of the word "compassion" sounds tragic because of the sadness in the heart.

It was clearly written by Empress Dowager Huizheng on the imperial desk the night before she led the army to fight.

Past and present lives are like dreams.

Shi Anxia's originally calm pupils suddenly became turbulent, and his mouth became dry. "Master, may I ask who wrote the word 'compassion'?"

The master was stunned. He did not expect the princess to ask such a tricky question. After thinking for a while, he answered honestly, "I don't know. These two words have been enshrined in Chang'an Temple since ancient times."

Shi Anxia only felt that the mysteries of the world, like the secret of her rebirth, could not be explained in words.

In the distance, the people of Chang'an walked slowly with lotus lanterns in their hands. Although the wicks were not lit, they reflected colorful light in the sun, which contrasted with the red marks on the umbrellas, as if thousands of blessing lanterns were blooming in the river.

The master put his hands together and said in a loud voice: "As the Buddhist scriptures say, 'One thought of compassion brings all things together.' Your Highness has great merit and wisdom. This is a blessing for Youzhou and Beiyi."

Just as he finished speaking, a deep bell sound came from the bell tower in the distance.

The men holding the umbrellas knelt gently in the yellow dust. In an instant, they knelt inside and outside the pavilion, with their temples wet with morning dew sticking to the yellow earth.

When the rosy glow spread over the Chang'an Temple in the distance, the princess's convoy eventually became a dot of ink in the sky.

The people were still standing there, looking at the deep and shallow ruts on the official road, which were filled with the rain that had fallen for days after the earthquake, and reflected the morning glow in the sky.

Shi Anxia never expressed the wonder of the word "merit", just as she rarely talked about the secret of rebirth.