My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Kyoto Chang'an.

Xiangji Temple.

As the royal temple of Xingguo, this place is also open to the people of Chang'an City on weekdays.

Unless a member of the royal family comes to Xiangji Temple to burn incense.

It was no secret in Chang'an that Princess Tang Qianyi was practicing in Xiangji Temple, but at the request of Her Royal Highness the Princess, Xiangji Temple was not closed because of her practice.

She lived in the deepest Zen temple of Xiangji Temple.

There is a separate Buddhist hall here.

There is also her living place.

The Buddhist temple has no name and is dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Her living quarters are famous.

It's called 'Yinxinyuan'.

The night is deep.

The moon is brighter.

The lights in the Buddhist hall are still on.

A woman dressed in green linen clothes was kneeling in front of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

She is Princess Tang Qianyi of Xingguo!

She was holding the rosary in one hand and slowly plucking it, and in the other hand she was holding a small wooden hammer and rhythmically hitting a wooden fish.

A maid was kneeling behind her.

The maid tilted her head but raised her eyes to look at her back.

He seemed to want to say something.

But in the end, he didn't dare to say a word.

After another cup of tea, Tang Qianyi hung the rosary around his neck, put down the small wooden hammer, kowtowed three times respectfully, then straightened up and looked up at the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Xianxian hasn't left yet?"

The maid leaned over and whispered, "Your Highness, the Ninth Princess... hasn't left yet."

"Oh, has she eaten yet?"

"Your Highness, the Ninth Princess arrived here at twilight hour and has not left since. I guess she hasn't had her meal yet."

silence.

The Buddhist hall was extremely quiet, with only the occasional popping of candle flames making a slight sound.

"Go get my vegetarian meal and send it to her, and tell her... I know."

"Go ahead."

"Slave, you obey!"

The maid stood up, bowed and retreated.

Princess Tang Qianyi was still looking at the flickering Guanyin Bodhisattva in the candlelight.

I watched it for a long time.

She slowly stood up.

He took a whisk from the shrine and gently and carefully swept away the dust on the Buddha's body.

She put down her whisk.

Take three steps back.

"We agreed not to come,"

"He's still here!"

"Come if you want, why did you enter Xianxian's heart again?"

Her brows furrowed.

"Buddha, can a person really pretend to be stupid for more than ten years?"

“It should be possible.”

"Just like some things, even if they have been hidden for decades, there will always be a day when they are revealed!"

She turned around and looked at the bright moonlight outside the door.

That autumn, it was also August 16th.

That night, the moonlight seemed brighter than tonight!

But blood is not red.

It's black!

……

……

Western wilderness.

The moonlight also sprinkled on this desolate wilderness.

There is a large area of ​​simple marching tents here. Except for the central commander's tent, the lights in the other tents have been turned off. In the moonlight, you can vaguely see patrolling soldiers walking silently.

The central army commander’s tent.

The King of Zhenxi put down the paper in his hand and looked at Old Yu who was sitting below him.

"he's gone."

"Traveling with Wei Wugen... I didn't expect the emperor would send a palace guard. It seems the emperor doesn't want him to die on the way."

"With a hundred imperial guards and shadow guards, he should be safe on his way to Kyoto."

At this moment, Old Yu looked up at the King of Zhenxi and said, "But that old bastard Shangshu didn't show up in the Northland, nor did he show up in Xiling City!"

The King of Zhenxi grinned: "But Mu Zhou appeared in the Northland, and the people from the First Division of the Xuanjing Division also appeared in the Northland."

"Marquis Shang must be in Xiling, and this old man must have appeared as well. It's just that he's so good at disguising himself that we haven't spotted him."

Old Yu pondered for three breaths: "He came to Xiling just to see my uncle?"

The King of Zhenxi nodded. "After all, Shaoqiu's reputation has spread throughout the capital. He's like a completely different person now. This old fox will definitely have some suspicions... but they're just suspicions."

Having said this, the King of Zhenxi stood up and walked out of the commander's tent.

Old Yu also stood up and limped out of the tent with the King of Zhenxi.

The night sky is extremely high and vast.

The bright moon seemed especially bright.

The two stood outside the tent, gazing at the bright moon. The King of Zhenxi said again:

"We've all been staying here quietly all these years, watching him grow up. You, me, Qian Sheng, and He Yingou haven't taken the initiative to contact him... Even if someone from the Xuanjing Division were here, they wouldn't connect us with him."

"Even if the emperor decreed that he become my son-in-law... Shang Shu would never have guessed that it was my idea behind this."

"I just feel that he has grown up, and the old man doesn't know whether he is alive or dead... I already thought the old man was dead. After all, he hasn't been to Xiling City for so many years, and I haven't heard any news about him."

"Since he is so absurd, it is obvious that he cannot inherit the old man's inheritance."

"So, what I thought was that he would marry Changying, have a few children, and then raise one or two more from his children... But I didn't expect Changying, who has always been obedient, to resist so strongly on this matter."

"We recruited him as our son-in-law to conceal our true identity and protect him... but unexpectedly, it allowed him to reveal such amazing talent!"

The King of Zhenxi shook his head and smiled bitterly, "This is just like the world is like a chess game. The old man played the chess too well... and hid it from the eyes of the world. However, the timing for Shaoqiu to show his talent was not appropriate."

"Just wait another two years."

Lao Yu: "Do you think the outcome will be clear in two years?"

The King of Zhenxi shook his head: "No, two years later, maybe I can do more for him, such as... maybe I can force Shang Shu to fulfill his promise."

"Or the Western Frontier Army may accept him."

Lao Yu was quite resentful about this:

"But Shangshu finally handed the Xuanjing Division over to his grandson!"

The King of Zhenxi was silent for a moment and sighed, "Yes... this is the human heart!"

"Didn't the old man mention that before?"

“Don’t test people’s hearts, because the human heart is the most vulnerable to testing.”

"In the face of enormous interests, in the face of family ties, in the face of life and death... people's hearts will change."

Old Yu retracted his gaze, lowered his head, looked at the moonlight on the ground, and sighed:

"You finally understand now, but unfortunately, some things can no longer be undone."

He raised his head and looked at the King of Zhenxi: "Do you regret it?"

Six years ago, Kyoto underwent tremendous changes.

The King of Zhenxi led the western border troops out of Xiling City and headed north!

After passing the Ten-Li Pavilion and entering the Hexi Corridor, when they reached the foot of the North Mountain, Shang Shu came from Kyoto and met the army of King Zhenxi at the foot of the North Mountain.

That night, the two chatted all night.

Lao Yu was not in the general's tent, he was guarding outside the tent.

Shang Shu used Xuan Jing Si as a bargaining chip and promised King Zhenxi that he would hand over Xuan Jing Si to the old man's grandson in the future.

Shang Shu knew the old man,

I also know that the King of Zhenxi was one of the old man's twelve disciples.

He even knew that the old man had a grandson, but the old man's plans were always complicated and cryptic. He had secretly investigated for many years, but he still couldn't determine who the old man's grandson was.

Therefore, the King of Zhenxi gave up going north and returned to Xiling City.

But now, Shang Shu broke his promise, and the King of Zhenxi lost the best opportunity to march north.

"I don't regret it, because it wasn't Shang Shu's promise that made me return to Xiling City."

"……what is that?"

The King of Zhenxi looked at the moon and said slowly:

"A letter from Her Royal Highness the Princess!"