Miaofeng waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't get me wrong. You will take some time without liver. Your body is already very good. Looking back on the ten years of facing the wall, I think I have some understanding in my heart. I left a poem on the page of the book the day before yesterday. Then I left." As he said that, he took out a yellow book from his arms.

It was a hand-written copy of Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou". The article was not too long and only had a few pages.

Chang Sihao snatched it and turned it to the back. He saw a few lines of small words written on it: "Let go when it's time to let go. Don't wait until you don't let go. If you have concerns, it's a heart disease. There is no need for someone to feel free and easy. Walk alone. Why do you need a backpack or tent? If you want, go on a long journey. Stay away and stay with your figure. You can walk around the world and sing non-stop. You will enjoy your life."

After reading the final signature, Chang Sihao was both happy and worried in his heart. What he was happy was that his liver had obviously removed his heart shackles. He was far away from the pain of losing his son. What he was worried about was that the old man was so old and in poor health. This time he wandered alone in the world was really unpredictable. Maybe this poem would become her final writing.

Miaofeng took out another small post. Chang Sihao took it and opened it. It turned out to be a letter written to him by Wugan.

It reads: "Xiao Chang and my son: I met you like a face.

Child. I was an ignorant woman. Most of my life was in a daze. I was so confused that I called my mother. Recently, I thought about this. I couldn't help myself in my dreams. I thought about marrying an emperor when I was young. I carefully sorted out and dressed up every day and waited for him to wait for him. But I was very empty at that time. At that time, I often thought: "Is it that I am alive, just waiting for these every day?" But everyone was like this. Life went on like this. Later, I followed Concubine Lu Jing to do something wrong. I was scared and guilty in my heart. When I had a child, I didn't know how to love him. Finally, I loved him but hurt him. In this world, I didn't be a good wife, a good sister, and a good mother.

What kind of place is the palace? I can't explain clearly. It's been decades. What is left in my heart is just a few walls and window edges. The palace maids and eunuchs around me are like bricks on the wall. They can be seen one by one piece, layer by layer, but can't remember it. My son's appearance in Zaigu is like a little ink drop into the river. It has long blurred all the light and shadows. All that is left for me is that name and the heart-wrenching pain all day and night. That day I saw you and Zaiji. I suddenly felt that living was a wonderful thing. Tatar, Datong, Altan, Zhong Jin. These names and place names are just one word, a few words, no image, a little vivid, and extended. Everything in the world is like this for me. I realized that I was living in nothingness. Now it is time to change all this.

Your mom brought me back to the world from your dream. You are filial to your mother. I am close to my son. The mother and son in the world are the same. I understand your tears. You are not the substitute for whom. But I understand each other's feelings. I am sincerely happy about this. Child. You come to the capital. You have your own ideas and your repayment. But Mother can see from your eyes. Your child is kind by nature. You can never fight against the people in this capital. My mother is ignorant and has little knowledge. I don't know how to say you should advise you. In fact, the world has its own control. The fortune is in no way controlled by others. I hope you can be careful and put yourself first. Don't be careless about national affairs or die for your ideals. No matter what step you advance and retreat in the future, you must treat yourself well and live well. "

Miaofeng saw that Chang Sihao's eyes were wet and advised: "Now that there is no liver, the true way to escape from suffering and gain happiness. You should be happy for her."

Chang Sihao nodded: "Yes." He folded the letter carefully and put it in his arms. Miaofeng said: "You can take that book too. "Xiaoyaoyou" is my Taoist classic. It is good for you when you have time to read it." She exclaimed and said: "You really don't learn my practice method. You pack up your things in a few days. I'm leaving too." Chang Sihao was stunned: "Why? Are you going to leave too, real person?" Miaofeng nodded and sighed slowly: "Some things. People always have to face. It's been a year since the old emperor passed away. It's meaningless for me to stay here. I'm going to see my master apologize. We are all old. If you don't say something, you'll do it. I'm afraid...ah..."

An Bixun leaned closer and said, "Master, I will go and tell the emperor brother later. I don't want him to be a princess. I will also go with you. Go to meet Wu Zu and Master An and others." Miaofeng said, "Silly child. You are the blood of the royal family. What's the good to follow me?" An Bixun lowered his head and said, "What's the good to stay? It's just to increase troubles." Miaofeng was stunned for a while. He stretched out his hand to hold her head. He looked at her and loved her, "Well, I'm not relieved." He sighed slightly and raised his face and smiled: "Love is the root of trouble. How many people can be cut off in the world? After learning and practicing, it's nothing more than searching for chapters and sentences. He always wandered outside the door. He could see through everything and could not bear everything. It's ridiculous. Ridiculous." He shook his head repeatedly, and was lonely.

Chang Sihao shook the book in his hand: "Although I haven't read this book, it's hard to understand the word "free and illusory". I heard people say that Buddhism says compassion is really great love. Then Zhuangzi talks about freedom. It's just that people want people to live happily and freely. Great love is love, and happiness is also love. The real person just said that the Dharma should be intrinsic and natural. So innate human feelings, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are naturally casual. Why should I restrain myself?"

Miaofeng laughed: "You think too simple. It's all about looking for words and meaning..." An Bixun said: "When you look for words and meaning. Is this word derogatory? The so-called writing is the voice of the heart and the meaning of the heart. I have always felt that being able to see words and know the heart is the shortcut to communicate with the ancients. People today have too many thoughts. They always think of infinite meaning behind a word. They always come up with endless meanings. They turn left and right. Isn't it easier to fall into prejudice? As he said, people are not plants and trees. How can they be ruthless? Do not indulge, do not be reluctant, do not suppress, do what they want. They are more like to conform to the way of nature."

Miaofeng was stunned for a moment, and felt moved. He chanted with his eyes straight: "All tens of thousands are finished. Don't divide it into north, south, west, east and west. How can you be connected with the silence? It's just like a mute person talking about dreams. I didn't expect that you two children are simple and simple, but they can be spiritual. Alas. I have been talking about dreams over the years. It's a waste of effort."

An Bixun smiled and said, "The law and law are not empty. Empty is not empty. Silence and noisy are originally the same. How can you talk about dreams in dreams? Useful and useless. If you useless, you will useless. If you use it, you will naturally be red."

These words by Zhang Boduan, the true person of Ziyang, were originally taught by Miaofeng. At this moment, when she heard her daughter chanting, she didn't understand the meaning. She immediately smiled and no longer felt sad.

An Bixun said: "Brother Xiao Chang, celebrates the New Year today. The emperor wants to have a big banquet for the ministers. I heard that Lord Qi specially recommended the Kunqu opera troupe to cheer up. Is that right?"

Chang Sihao felt a little heartbroken and asked, "Who said the opera troupe was recommended by Lord Qi?"

An Bixun smiled and said, "Is this a secret? Everyone knows it."

Chang Sihao was very anxious and gave Miaofeng a hurried salute: "Real person, I have some urgent matters to do. It's a shame." An Bixun said: "Are you going to meet the emperor? I'll go together." Miaofeng said: "You can tell any time about your affairs. Why bother to stay today?" An Bixun said: "Master, I'm leaving anyway. I'll watch a show by the way. What's the point?"
Chapter completed!