Chapter 1573

"Well, you all go down." Let the moon let the people around her step down first.

As soon as the people left, she immediately took Lian Yueyue's hand and said, "sister, you can count. I just saw you and read it in my heart."

"Knowing that the empress would want to see the minister's wife, she found a chance." Lian Xiangyue said.

"Sister!" Ling Yue stamped her foot lightly and said, "it's just that outsiders are defecating. Now there are only you and my sisters. You're so polite. What else do I mean?"

"Pooh." Lian Yueh laughed and said, "yes, I know, make Yuer."

Let the moon hold the hand like the moon, and they go inside together.

"Are you still used to it“ Lian Yueh patted her hand and asked.

"I can handle those things outside“ Ling Yue said, "it's not difficult for the time being, and the Empress Dowager is very kind to me and will teach me by hand."

"After all the hardships, I finally came through all the hardships." They went into the inner hall together, sat down and did some housework.

"By the way, sister, do you remember your highness eight?" Lian Lingyue said suddenly.

Your highness?

Even like the moon, the face came to mind and said, "naturally remember."

"I heard Feng Jue say that some time ago, the people in the temple came and said that his highness BA was in poor health and was seriously ill, but he didn't want to be treated. He only fasted and chanted Buddhism every day." Ling Yue said.

Although Feng Ye has become a monk, there are people watching him.

Seriously ill? Even the moon was slightly stunned, "how long have you been ill?"

"It's been half a year since the beginning, but it's serious. If you don't treat it well, I'm afraid it won't last long." Ling Yue said, frowning slightly.

Even the bottom of the moon's eyes flashed a touch of thoughts and said, "since the emperor knows, he will take measures."

"In fact, the original eight brothers were not such a ferocious man. At that time, I was in prison. When I was bullied in Changchun palace, he took care of me secretly. Although he didn't say, I know. Now I hear that he is so, I'm not very comfortable. I hope he can get through this." Ling Yue said.

"Yes." Lian Xiangyue nodded slightly, didn't say anything more, took a sip of tea, and his eyes flickered slightly.

……

Lush trees, an ancient temple, surrounded by smoke, and the sound of wooden fish seems to come from a distant and open place.

The temple is remote and the incense is not strong. After a whole day, no good men and women came to worship the Buddha. On the contrary, the birds in the forest seem to like it very much and stop in front of the door.

After a while, the bell in the temple rang.

A little monk cautiously came out of the vegetable field with a basket on his wrist. In the basket was his own vegetables, which were very tender.

In a twinkling of an eye, he saw the tomato shelf again. Suddenly, he saw a red tomato. Suddenly, he was overjoyed, ran back, carefully picked it off, held it in his hand, and walked quickly to the response of the meditation room.

At the door of the meditation room, he put down the vegetable basket, knelt on the ground, opened the door of the meditation room, and whispered, "master..."

In this meditation room, a monk sat cross legged, with a string of Buddha beads in one hand, put the other hand in front of him, closed his eyes, and was chanting words. Although he was called by the little apprentice, he was not disturbed.

His facial features were cold, his face was pale, and his expression was quiet and distant. It seemed that he wanted to sit here until the end of the world. The sound of his hand across the beads made him look more distant. Everything on earth was close to him, and there was only one person left in the whole world.

Seeing this, the little apprentice waited silently.

After a long time, the master finally opened his eyes, put down the Buddha beads in his hand and said Amitabha.

"Master." Cried the little apprentice.

"What's up?" He asked in a clear voice.

"The dead tomato has quietly lived and grown a tomato. Look, it's red and bright." The little apprentice opened his hand.

The master took a look, and a smile appeared on his pale face and said, "take it for me."

Although things have changed, you can still see the handsome face of the past on your face.

"Yes, I'm going now, and I've picked some fresh vegetables." Said the little monk.

"We can't finish these dishes. We send some to the farmer's house at the foot of the mountain. His son has been ill for some time. We take some out of the sesame oil money and send them together." Said the master.

"Shifu, our incense is not prosperous, and there is not much money for sesame oil. If we...".

The master raised his eyes and said, "monks are merciful, and as teachers, you can not eat so much. Go."

"Well, I'll send it later." The little monk had to answer.

After picking vegetables with fresh vegetables, master went to the gate of the temple and wrapped himself in cassock, but he couldn't hide his beauty. After all, he was also the original Prince Rong Fengye!

His eyes looked into the distance, and there was a trace of distance in his calm eyes.

At this time, the birds staying in the treetops flew to him and stopped at his feet. His hands gently spread out, and some rice fell out. The birds happily began to peck the rice.

"Amitabha." His hands were folded and his mouth was full of words.

The little monk went down the mountain with a basket in his hands. There were vegetables in the basket. When he looked back, he saw his master close his eyes and recite words in the air.

He sighed, shook his head, continued to walk down the mountain and said, "although master is a monk, he didn't put down his deepest obsession in his heart. Alas, I just wish he could take care of his body."

As he walked, he recalled the day.

The temple was originally guarded by her and her teacher's father. Although the temple was small, the incense was still strong. Until one day, the teacher's father passed away. He had planned to leave the temple, but looked elsewhere for a place to take him in.

When he was about to leave, a man suddenly came. He was not a monk. He was handsome. His plain robe could not hide his natural noble spirit. He had black hair. He still remembered how beautiful it was when the green hair fell one by one. At that time, his two lines of clear tears fell with his hair.

At that time, master didn't come alone. He was escorted by a cold looking man in black. After he sent it, he stayed for a day and left. Before he left, he told him that the temple was under the control of the government, and he was responsible for taking care of master's daily life.

He asked the man in black and said, "it's not impossible for the poor monk to take care of him, but let me know who he is? Why is the government in charge? "

The man in black had a heavy face and said coldly, "you don't need to know."