Chapter 259

At this point, the Empress Dowager pauses slightly, and her eyes are slightly narrowed. She recalls the bloody storm that day. A group of people in black swarmed in. She had to change the route. She took the queen, mother Jing and several bodyguards to drive the carriage up the mountain. Fortunately, she met the Buddhist monk who came out of the mountain and picked up this life.

The only impression that the empress left on the day of the birth of her baby was not that of the red dust.

"Just now I had a little dream. I dreamed of chen'er when I was a child, but the breath was not his. When I looked back, it was not him either." The Empress Dowager breathed a sigh and recalled the people in her dream. There was no source of warmth in her heart. "So, I want to ask Zen master, what's the meaning of this dream?"

After listening to her words, she recited the Scriptures to the Buddha statue. The gray robe was airless and free from dust. It was not the same as the little monk.

"The Empress Dowager already has an answer in her heart because of the truth. Why should I answer? Chenming temple has never been involved in the affairs of the previous dynasty. I have lost a Shami and don't want to lose any more."

Mentioning that Shami, the Empress Dowager's eyes flashed some guilt. It was her fault that indirectly killed an innocent person. When nianchan said this, he saw the white jade Bodhi in her hand and said with a faint smile, "this Bodhi is still back to you."

Naturally, he gave that Bodhi to fengqingyao to suppress his anger, but its real owner was Pang yu'er. His childhood friendship was as simple as that. A bunch of Bodhi remained for many years after reciting Zen.

Looking at the Bodhi in her hand, the Empress Dowager also said with a faint smile, "I should be old. I often think of some things when I was in the boudoir. At that time, I was just a daughter, and you were just a little monk."

"A monk who doesn't obey the rules, a young lady who doesn't know how to behave." Read Zen and open your mouth. Your face is as usual.

But with the breeze, Shensi flies back to 30 years ago.

He is really a monk who doesn't obey the rules, otherwise he won't run into the little girl who doesn't know her manners, gets lost and cries because of laziness.

That string of Bodhi was a gift given to him by Pang yu'er one day. She didn't know where she heard the truth. She said that every eminent monk should have a string of magic weapons that she could take. After that day, she began to save money to search for this good thing, and finally fell in love with a string of white Bodhi.

At that time, she patted her chest to recite Zen. If she becomes a monk, don't forget that Baiyu Bodhi is the greatest hero.

The silly little monk nodded gratefully, holding the white jade Bodhi in his hand, and vowed to become the most powerful monk in the world.

A child's joke, but it became true, Zen really became a monk, and even his hands of Bodhi, are called holy things, around, and back to her home.

That day Palace Banquet, see this white jade Bodhi, the Empress Dowager happy smile, the world thinks that she is because of this supreme magic weapon, but only she knows, she just thought of fresh clothes angry horse Youth, those flesh and blood time, rather than like now, rigidly in one side of the world, muddled life.

"That night twenty years ago, Ling Wang of Ling Wang's mansion also poured incense on Chenming temple. He is only six years old. There must have been a mystery about some things. The Empress Dowager might as well explore it by herself. " When the Empress Dowager was about to leave, she said amitabha in Zen, which was a understatement.

Smell speech, the Empress Dowager steps a meal, nails tightly embedded in the meat, a pair of eyes slightly flashing some see not really light, "thank you for your advice."

The next morning, the sun was just shining. When Feng Qingyao woke up, she saw Feng Xuanyi sitting beside the bed and looking at herself. He was dressed in a dark black robe. His hair was raised with a white jade crown. A pair of lazy Feng eyes looked at her up and down. When she woke up, she raised her lips and laughed.

"Five or six hours of sleep, isn't that enough?" The slender fingers caress her forehead. Feng Xuan's voice is soft, with a trace of helplessness. Feng Qingyao, who is sleepy on the bed, really makes people love her.

Knead to knead oneself hazy sleepy eye, Feng Qing Yao just sobered up come over, apricot Mou inside take a minute doubt, "Xuan also, how are you here?"

"I'm going to go to Jiaonan in a moment. On the birthday of the empress dowager, although the king of northern Yan was demoted to Jiaonan, he is still the king's younger brother. I'll go and get him back."

Feng Xuan also said, some reluctant to leave, "it's estimated that he will go for two days. The king of northern Yan should arrive at the post station now, and we can come back in two days. Don't be naughty when I'm away."

The finger flicked on her forehead and Feng Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. She was very worried about the people in front of her. Feng Qingyao felt pain and snorted. She turned her back to ignore him. After a while, she took out a small porcelain vase from her arms. "These are some pills made by Fu Liu. If she is injured, she can protect her heart by taking one."

Although he often goes to perform tasks, but I do not know why, fengqingyao always feel flustered, see he put the medicine away, she was slightly relieved.Without saying a few words to her, Feng Xuan left in a hurry. Looking at the empty room, he still had the smell of Zhilan in his nose.

When Xia Zhu opened the door and came in, he saw Feng Qingyao sitting on the bed, and called her several times before she agreed.

Seeing her appearance, Xia Zhu sighed helplessly. What's the matter with both of them? First, the guy Fuliu went back very late last night. When he couldn't get up, he was the princess of his own family, sitting on the bed in a daze.

"Princess, Haoyu also went with the prince. They won't be in any danger this time, will they?" Looking at Feng Qing Yao Lengshen's appearance, Xia Zhu can only guess that she is worried about Feng Xuan.

Let Xia Zhu clean up for herself. Feng Qingyao's eyes are pale. She hasn't forgotten that she was captured by Qi Linwei last time. The king of northern Yan said that if he really wanted to rebel, he would set off a big wave.

"Don't worry, they are not ordinary people. They are just a prince without influence." Like comforting Xia Zhu, and like comforting herself, Feng Qingyao said so, still uneasy.

In the West courtyard, Feng Rao Yan is still sleepy, with a huge gauze wrapped around her forehead. Last night, she fainted in pain. The sharp knife gouged out the rotten meat. The pain is more difficult to accept than lingchi.