[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

At the end of February in the 14th year of Qianlong, the third generation Zhang Jia reported to the emperor to return to Duomai's hometown to pass on the education.

When Shichun set foot on the land of Fayuan Temple and looked up at the solemn statues of treasures in the temple, he suddenly felt that things were different from human beings.

She let go of Furlong'an's hand, watched the back of the child leading Bron all the way away, smiled, turned her head and walked in.

The north wind was bleak, she tightened the cloak on her body, and the hem of the cloth swept the sporadic weeds beside the gravel road, making a little sound.The forest shadow became more and more quiet, and the bamboo forest was deserted. She stopped and her eyes stopped not far away.

The monk in white clothes is thin, even in winter, he still wears plain robes, but his complexion looks very good.He raised his head from Thangka in front of him, looked over with a little astonishment, and after he came to his senses, he showed a helpless smile.

He looked at her with a smile, Shi Chun pursed his lips, and called out: "Master."

Ruobai Dorjie propped his chin, watched her slowly approaching, and said: "It's just a kid's joke, so why take it seriously."

Shi Chun had already walked to the table, stood and looked down at him, although she was occupying a commanding position, she looked a little confused, as if she was still the child who depended on him many years ago, yet seemed to have grown up.

He suddenly realized that she was even the mother of a child, and he couldn't help laughing after being slightly startled.

"Are you leaving?" Shi Chun looked down at the Thangka in front of him, it was obviously a treasure of Buddhism, but it was used by this man as a card for playing around.

Ruobai Dorje tilted his head, pondered for a while: "It's time for me to go back."

He sat up straight and stretched his waist: "I have stayed in this capital for too long."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked into the distance, then retracted his gaze, met her unchanged gaze, and withdrew his smile: "Everything is fine in the capital, and you are doing well, so I can rest assured. Tibet has been in chaos recently, and I The people in China need me. Isn’t Fu Qing from your husband’s family in Tibet? The Tibetan department is making another move, I have to go back and see.”

He sighed lightly.

That being the case, what else can she say?

After learning the news, she rushed over, but when she really got here, standing in front of this person, she still had nothing to say. The sense of powerlessness that would arise just by facing him was too deep.The world has changed, so many years have passed, in front of him, she seems to be the child who accidentally broke into the important place of the Huguo Temple, she can only look up ignorantly, and see the young man in white robes coming out of the group of monks who parted ways. Leaning down, the sky was in full bloom, casting a halo on his smooth forehead, as if the holy light of the Buddha Kingdom was attached to him.That fairy-like scene was so holy that in her memory he became the Son of God who had escaped from the mortal body, making her so humble and desperate.

In fact, even if she stood in front of him, there was very little she could do, not to mention the vicissitudes of life, her mood at this moment was completely different from usual.She finally found the right person, and she fell in love boldly and indulgently as he wished.The past cannot be traced, the person in front of me is a dream, but it is the moon of the past.I came here today, not for any charming thoughts, but I still feel lost.

From the smiling eyes he cast, she understood that he understood too.

"Treasure." She said, "Also, be careful, Master."

This time he didn't say anything to the master, he nodded and lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the thangka on the table, as if she didn't exist.

Shi Chun took a deep breath, and when he turned around, he couldn't suppress the sadness that came from his heart, and said in a low voice, "Zhang Bai, farewell."

They all understand that this is probably the last time.

Waves flickered slightly in the eyes of the person with his head bowed behind the table.

When he looked up again, the bamboo forest was deep, and he was the only one left in the world.

He was slightly dumb, and said softly after a long while: "Amitabha."

Only you can hear this voice.

The next day, a horse-drawn carriage and dozens of guards brought dozens of boxes containing Buddhist scriptures. The king of the Buddhist kingdom set foot on the road back to Tibet in a low-key manner without saying a word.

The mountains and fields outside the capital are open, and lone geese occasionally pass by. It is a lonely and open-minded scenery.

The third Living Buddha Zhangjia stepped into the carriage with a smile. Before entering, he looked back and turned his head with his smile unchanged. There was no desolation outside the city, but his white clothes were as clean as the sky, and his complexion was already radiant. It was impossible to gather all the bells and whistles in the world. The elegance of Taoism.

So happy, yet so lonely.

The people in the carriage were smiling, and the Buddhist disciples in the capital were smiling.Rescued from the rebellion and returned to the capital by the Qing army, he was sent to study with the fourth son of the emperor, Hongli. The eight-year-old reincarnated living Buddha smiled and accepted the respect of the prince who was six years older than him; at the age of 12, he was full of admiration from the monks in Songzhu Temple The enthronement ceremony was held in the middle of the day. The 14-year-old boy who taught Buddhism in Huguo Temple gave a Buddhist bead to the girl who broke into the backyard with a smile. The 17-year-old Guangci Guoshi, who had just been appointed, thanked Emperor Yongzheng with a smile and was ordered to welcome the seventh* * Return to Tibet.

He seemed to be smiling forever.

At the age of 25, he translated "Danjur" behind closed doors. When he saw the light of day again, the Buddhist beads in his hand broke.

The six-year-old child finally got rid of his shackles and truly returned to her world of three thousand mortals.

This is the No.30 three years of his existence as a living Buddha in this world. As he wished, this is the last time, and then death and life will never meet again.

That's the best.

——I finally understand that there is a kind of thought in the world, which cannot be described in words, rough and sad.

The 15th year of Qianlong.

Empress Xianhuang Noble Concubine.

Midsummer, Yuanmingyuan.

The line bowed down like a tide, and Wei Yingluo was at the end of the line. After the nobles in the palace passed by, they looked up at their backs.

That night when she stopped Mingyu, she just wanted to ask how the sixth elder brother was doing now, but Mingyu who avoided her aroused her suspicion.

"Mingyu!" She said coldly, and the stubbornness that had been suppressed in the Yuanmingyuan for two years was stimulated: "I just want to ask why your sixth elder brother didn't come with the pure imperial concubine. To answer this question, for you Is it that difficult?"

Mingyu, who was fleeing forward in a hurry, stopped suddenly, with her back turned to Yingluo's face, her eyes were full of fear, but when she heard these words, most of the fear in her eyes seemed to have dissipated, and suddenly burst out a kind of shocking feeling. People are surprised to hate.

She turned her head and stared fixedly at Yingluo for a moment, as if to confirm whether she was still the person who was loyal to the empress back then.Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the person sent by Concubine Chun to watch her, Mingyu nodded slightly to Yingluo, then quickly turned and left.

Wei Yingluo stayed where she was, receiving the scrutiny of a passing maid. After the maid left, she raised her head and clenched her sleeves tightly with her fingers.

What Mingyu meant just now was clearly to talk about it when there was a chance, did something happen to Sixth Brother?Impossible, even if she is far away in the Old Summer Palace, she can still hear the news that elder brother Liu is in good health.One of the reasons why the pure concubine was promoted to the noble concubine is also to take good care of the sixth elder brother.

But if there is no problem, why did Mingyu get so frightened when he saw her?Why do you avoid the eyes of others, and put on a taboo look that we will talk about it later?

No matter what, Yingluo's heart couldn't survive.

For the past two years, she stayed peacefully in the Old Summer Palace, restraining all her temper.When I first came here, I was bullied by the eunuchs and maids, but thinking of the empress, life is not difficult.After she got used to staying here, she gradually had a channel to inquire about Elder Brother [-].Hearing that they were all in good health, lively personality, and especially fond of playing around, Yingluo gradually let go of her heart.Even Concubine Chun, who was always suspicious of ulterior motives before, was completely and sincerely grateful.There is nothing wrong with living a life like this, everyone who cares is living well, and Yingluo plans to take care of her new life wholeheartedly, and work hard to become a first-class court lady in Yuanmingyuan after a while.

But now Mingyu's reaction caused waves in her calm heart.Yingluo was eager to find a chance to be alone with Mingyu to figure it out, but she didn't know if she really couldn't meet her or someone had tampered with it. The next time she caught Mingyu, it was already four days later.

She first asked anxiously: "What happened to you last time? What happened to Concubine Chun? Have you been watched in her palace?"

With a calm expression, Mingyu said, "Let's make a long story short, Yingluo, we don't have much time."

Yingluo was startled, and said seriously, "Okay, let's go one by one first. Are you okay?"

Mingyu, who thought that the other party would care about the sixth elder brother first, was slightly stunned, and she glanced at Yingluo, with a few gleams in her eyes.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." She said, her voice was slightly hoarse, her lips were surprisingly pale, but the gloom on her face had melted a lot.

This time before Yingluo asked, she looked around, looked at Yingluo's expression, and said slowly: "Yingluo, I suspect that Brother Jiu's death is related to Concubine Chun."

Her expression changed a few moments after she finished saying this sentence, and finally froze in a blank and hatred expression. Mingyu looked at Yingluo, her expression was so pale, but her eyes were shining with flames, a kind of finally The desire to get hope.

Wei Yingluo was shocked in place.

For a moment, she felt a huge thunder blasting above her head, and the thunder exploded in her ears, obliterating all her consciousness.There was a buzzing sound in my head, as if thousands of insects were biting, and the pain seemed to die.

But on the other hand, she felt that the whole world was turned upside down. She was standing on the side of the road, opposite to the face of Empress Xiaoxian, and the world was as quiet as death.Then the moon appeared, and the queen looked back at her in white clothes, and vaguely said "waiting for you to come back". expression.

Then the lights occupied the field of vision, crackling, even though her bones were cold, she could still feel the warmth around her skin.There was a child's feeble cry lingering in his ears, wow wow wow, and then all the maids in the palace were coaxing, but the crying seemed to never stop.It's really annoying, why is it so annoying, it's been so hard since I was born.Then, as she wished, the cries fell silent, and the whole world fell silent again.She didn't know when the warmth disappeared completely. Her thoughts went back to that winter, to the bright yellow bag in her hand, which was small and motionless, lying cold in the palm of her hand.No one dared to touch him, only she hugged him, this child she detested since birth, the first time she hugged him was the last time in this life.

Mingyu looked at her in shock, watching her face pale as snow for a moment, watching her standing there dazed and unable to wake up, watching the red gradually appear in her jet-black pupils, and then the red became more and more beautiful. Deeper and deeper, from injury to pain seems to be just a blink of an eye.

Yingluo came back to her senses, and didn't care to wipe away the tears that were running wildly on her face. She grabbed Mingyu's collar and almost picked up the petite Mingyu. With red eyes, she heard every word: "How dare you?" So? Tell me, what do you know?"

Mingyu looked at the astonishing ruthlessness on her Shuli face, but she shed tears. At this moment, she seemed to have found someone who could finally uphold justice, and she couldn't help crying: "Do you still remember the ten years of Qianlong, when the empress was pregnant for nine years?" Elder brother, at that time the empress took pity on Er Qing's heart of thinking about her child, and allowed her to enter the palace to take care of her. Although the empress's fetus was not stable at first, the imperial doctor said that as long as she could take care of her, it should be safe after April. But since Er Qing came, Until the empress gave birth, the answers given by the Tai Hospital after each pulse diagnosis were not satisfactory. Brother Jiu was born deficient, and everyone said that the root cause of the disease was when he was pregnant. But we never made mistakes in taking care of the empress when she was pregnant. , Your Majesty is just a little weak, and it is enough to take care of her body, but why is her body not getting better all the time, or even getting worse?"

Yingluo tried her best to maintain a calm face, her voice was already trembling: "But you must have other reasons to say this, right?"

Mingyu said: "Yes, a year ago, I saw with my own eyes that the jade pot next to Concubine Chun had a private meeting with an eunuch. That person was the eunuch in charge of filling the water tank when the Changchun Palace caught fire on New Year's Eve. Since then I became suspicious, God bless you, I finally got a piece of news when I was talking to a young eunuch in Zhongcui Palace. Yingluo," she looked up at the person standing in front of her blankly, showing a smile that was not a smile: "It turned out that in the winter of the tenth year of Qianlong's reign, Concubine Chun had secretly sent a letter to the Fucha Courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing."

"Who lived in the other courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing at that time, do you remember?"

"Erqing." Yingluo took a step back and laughed, "Be on guard against her. I didn't really guard against her from the beginning to the end."

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