Chu Shou turned around and went back down the mountain after walking halfway. She said so many words with sincerity, but she didn't know if Zhao Wuji really listened to her.
It's just that the truth is more bitter than the cold winter well water. She is in the whirlpool, but for the first time she is at a loss. She doesn't know where to go or what to do.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, there were only two steps left to go down the mountain. Chu Shou looked at the two bluestone steps that had become smooth after being trampled on day and night. He lifted his feet and walked forward for a while, then sighed softly, but
I suddenly didn’t want to go any further.
She lifted her skirt and robe, sat down, hugged her knees and looked at the lonely moonlight all around, silent and heartless.
Suddenly there was a neighing sound in front of him, and the sound of horse hooves was about to stop. Chu Shou raised his eyes, but he saw with a glance that his sweetheart was the person in front of him.
Song Yanqing dismounted from his horse and loosened the reins. Before he could change out of his formal clothes for the banquet, the young man Qinglang gained a bit more authority. The emotions in his eyes were pouring down like the moonlight, and he looked at the people sitting there in a daze.
The woman on the stone staircase did not dare to get close. He could not clearly see the color in Chu Shou's eyes, and he did not know Chu Shou's choice this time.
Chu Shoudi saw him with his eyes fixed, thinking that he was a phantom created by the mist and moonlight in the forest. He stared at him with round eyes for a long time, then suddenly came back to his senses, raised his hand to his forehead, lowered his head and laughed out loud, laughing at himself for being crazy.
, then raised his eyes to look at Song Yanqing.
When Song Yanqing saw Chu Shou's smiling face, he felt relieved. He loosened his tightly clenched hands, his throat moved, and then he took a step forward and slowly approached him.
Chu Shou tilted her head, resting her chin on her knees. She smelled the fresh smell of the forest approaching, and the dark shadow of the moon covered her eyes. She patted the side and said in a muffled voice: "Sit down."
Song Yanqing sat down in response, lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes drew a sparse shadow on his cheeks, and stayed aside silently.
After a long time, a frightened bird flew up in the forest. Chu Shou turned his head and responded: "Azhi, what should I do? It seems like it's really me this time."
"unimportant."
Song Yanqing did not respond, and almost continued what she said. After hearing this, Chu Shou felt more and more bitter in his heart, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he became more and more unnatural, and he did not dare to look at him again.
"I just want to ask you a question."
"explain."
"Who is that medicine for?"
Chu Shou's eyes were startled, but he couldn't open his mouth. Then he calmed down and sighed softly, saying: "Your Majesty."
"Younan devoted all his efforts to save her life. When I left the capital, her body was already dying. She was left gasping for breath for two years. The leader of the Younan clan came to beg me, Azu. It was just right. So you came to the door. You were begging with all your heart at first.
Death, depressed mood”
Chu Shou paused, tightened his clothes, and continued: "The medicine is not very effective."
Song Yan listened, chuckled, and pulled out her tightly held hands that were hidden in her skirt. He looked at her twinkling eyes with clear eyes and said in a deep voice: "Next time, just make it up a little more falsely."
."
Chu Shou didn't know how to lie. When he spoke nonsense, even though it seemed plausible on the surface, he couldn't tell how many layers of robes he could tear into pieces with his hands.
Chu Shou curled his lips and threw away his hand, with a hint of anger on his face, "Then what are you doing here? You don't believe me after I told you."
Song Yanqing looked at her expression and reluctantly took back his hand, and said to her: "You don't need to tell me about this. I will naturally find someone to verify it."
"Yes, you would rather trust others than trust me. After my grand Chu family, you can just curse Concubine Rong, who is dedicated to survival. Don't curse me. I just have bad knees, legs and feet, and I have to endure you to death."
."
Chu Shou looked at him and was furious. The thousand reasonable reasons he had just made up were suddenly useless. He was no longer sad at all. He just felt like hitting someone, but now that he had started, he had to do it.
Full set.
"What did you say to that King of Zhongshan when you came here?"
"Just asking for confirmation, I did forget a lot of things after my serious illness. He didn't want to tell me that my hands were stained with blood, but I could vaguely guess that the scar on your heart was made by me.
Your Majesty loves your concubine, and you have experienced this personally. If you don't take action, the Wu clan will not be safe."
Chu Shou was still telling lies, so she had no time to care about the imperial concubine or her favor.
At that time, she suddenly fell ill. She had a high fever that did not go away for several days. She had no time to go to Kyoto to kill people and let blood.
The imperial concubine was already fine, and the only person in trouble that year was herself.
It's a bit funny to think about it now. She had sworn to Song Yanqing that she would never let him suffer any more persecution, but she didn't expect that it was because she almost killed him.
All she wants now is that Song Yanqing is still a fool who believes whatever she says.
As she thought about it, the emotion that she didn't know how to explain came to her heart again, wrapping around her weak heart.
Song Yanqing looked at Chu Shou's profile and didn't know how to respond for a moment. He turned around and turned his gaze to the sky.
Chu Shou stood up, patted the dust on his robe, stepped down the steps, looked at Song Yanqing and said cheerfully: "You must have heard too, Chengxuan, the youngest daughter of Emperor Yong from the North is coming, and will be led by Gu Cheng
We were also escorted all the way to Kyoto. Ah Shui just handed me his letter. The letter said that he would fulfill the engagement when he came back, and that he would marry me after working hard in battle. Maybe I would go to the border with him to replace my grandpa.
Stay there."
"However, things have already happened. I will never forget the two years of friendship between you and me. I will also never forget the harm I did to you and your kindness to the Wu clan. I will not say anything to you.
I'm sorry for being hypocritical, but to be honest, if Mr. Song has any difficulties in the future, I, the Chu family, will do our best to help you without any hesitation."
Chu Shou waved his hands towards Ah Shui and Sanqian who were standing aside, and then said softly: "The night dew is cold, Master Song might as well go home early."
She couldn't bear to hear any more words from Song Yanqing, otherwise they would be full of flaws. As soon as she sat down in the carriage, her tears rolled down like unbreakable strings of beads. She never cried excessively, but now she was
Can't help it.
Song Yanqing watched the carriage go away, her mood was ups and downs, but she couldn't calm down.
The grass and trees behind the stone staircase swayed, and a man walked out from behind. The man was casually wearing a string of mahogany beads in his hand, a bamboo hat on his head, and in his left hand was a bamboo basket filled with fresh small fish.
It was the monk Huiyuan whom I met that day.
"Amitabha."
Huiyuan raised his hand and bowed to Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing nodded slightly, and without thinking much, stood up and started to walk away, but was stopped by Huiyuan, "Sir, I just caught a new fish. If you don't mind, let's go up and have a glass of sake with us."
It is rare for a Buddhist disciple to act like this. Song Yanqing raised the corner of his lips and readily agreed, going up the mountain with him.
This is a remote backyard. It seems to be Huiyuan's residence. The courtyard is clean and tidy. There is an old tree planted in the middle of the courtyard, withered and yellow all over the ground.
There was a stone bench and table in front of the tree, as well as a chessboard. In front of the table was a small pot propped up, with black burnt charcoal underneath.
Huiyuan asked him to sit down, squatted aside and lit a fire, and began to deal with the small fish. He was doing it seriously, but Song Yanqing also interrupted and started playing chess on his own.
After a long time, all the fish were in the pot, and Huiyuan finally spoke leisurely: "The princess has a cold face and a warm heart. Sometimes she seems to be a bit clever in showing off, but she doesn't have so many twists and turns in her heart."
Song Yanqing didn't respond. He picked up a chess piece and seemed to be thinking about something.
"The King of Zhongshan's family died in vain..." Huiyuan paused and pouted, but thinking that behind this man was the Metropolitan Procuratorate, who must know everything, he continued: "Zhao Wuji was heartbroken, thanks to
The princess took care of her day and night, and her faith in life was rekindled."
"The princess is a very kind person. Seeing the vicissitudes of this world, she always wants to help a little more. Oh, by the way, I wonder if you know that, except for the little Zhongshan King, Ah Shui and San Qian were her childhood friends.
Even I, the one who was saved and left by her side, was sheltered by her, and I heard that Master Song... was the same way."
Song Yanqing's hand stopped as he sent out the chess pieces, his eyes darkened, he turned to look at Huiyuan, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean by this?"
Huiyuan shook his head and replied with a smile:
"There is no deep meaning, I just want to remind you that for you, the princess may be the only one who can bring you out of the haze, but for her, you are not the only one for her."
"Of course, I don't say this to deny your feelings for the princess. I just want to advise you to put aside the superficial layer and take a good look at your heart. Don't be like Zhao Wuji, who can't see clearly.
I will root my obsession deep in my heart, and in the end I won’t be able to pull it out, hurting others and myself.”
"The princess is very attentive. She can see many people clearly, whether they are good or evil, black or white. She is always one step ahead of others. In this world, she can best see herself, what she wants and what she doesn't want.
, can’t escape.”
Song Yanqing lowered her eyes, closed her hands, put down the last piece, and said as if she had lost her soul: "I have wanted to see her heart clearly from the first time I met her. I can see her eagerness to guide me out.
, her whole heart was visible to me like it was transparent, I didn’t like it, but there was no way, within half a year I could clearly see her skill, the skill that is good at saving people’s hearts.”
"I once asked her, if it weren't for me, if it were just a random person in this world, would it be possible to reach this point..."
Huiyuan stood up, sat down on the stone bench opposite, and replied firmly: "She is upright by nature, so the answer should be yes."
Song Yanqing looked at Huiyuan's confident look, smiled disdainfully, and said with heavy eyes: "She didn't say a word, she drank a jar of wine and finally fell drunk in my arms, unable to ask an answer.
After that time, I no longer struggled with it. Later, she always said that I would believe whatever I heard, but in this world of chaos, I no longer wanted to believe anyone except her words."
"But... does this mean anything?"
Huiyuan lowered his hand and looked at the person opposite with his eyes fixedly, his eyes were somewhat provocative.
Song Yanqing raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes were as clear as a flat lake, and said, "So, why do you question the love between me and her?"
His eyes turned gloomy when he looked at Huiyuan, questioning the relationship between him and Chu Shou, which seemed to be the biggest offense to him.
After saying that, his eyes gradually turned from Huiyuan to the back. As soon as Zhao Wuji met his eyes, he hid the iron object in his hand behind his back and was speechless for a moment.
Song Yan stood up, their eyes flickering between each other. When Fang passed by, Zhao Wuji reached out to stop him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked:
"Master Song, the princess came today and asked me a lot of questions. What about you? Don't you have anything to ask?"
From now on, Song Yanqing felt that the answers to some things were gradually becoming less important, so he tilted his head slightly, calmly and calmly, holding his hands tightly and saying to Zhao Qianzhi:
"No need, I already have the answer in my mind."
During these missed three years, his hatred was also wrapped in longing. People around him tried their best to tell him not to let go, not to let go, but that was Chu Shou, and that was Chu Shou who he hoped she could kill him with her own hands, not someone else.
Not just anyone, but someone he would protect even if she did something deviant.
After that, Song Yanqing passed by him, leaving only his figure. After hearing his words, Zhao Qianzhi only said one short sentence, but it made him feel uncontrollable and inexplicably irritable. He hated his calmness.
, hate his determination, hate his self-confidence...
Huiyuan Zhao Qianzhi looked wrong, stood up immediately, shook his head, sighed softly, and said to him: "Let me just say, the relationship that both parties have firmly established is indestructible, so why are you obsessed with destroying other people's marriages?"
He had said everything that needed to be said for Zhao Qianzhi. In exchange for such a result, Huiyuan became more and more convinced that Zhao Qianzhi's persistence was not without reason.
"Marriage? Since you know that he is a heavenly official and once lived with Chu Shou in Hanyuan, you should know that his life was born for Chu Shou..."
As he spoke, he laughed ferociously and held the iron instrument tightly, "Tianguan? Bullshit Tianguan, he's just a natural medicine guide. This kind of person is not qualified to talk about a mutually beneficial and earth-shattering love."
Before he finished speaking, Huiyuan hit Zhao Qianzhi on the forehead with a long ladle of soup, which made him groan and hurt.
His expression was serious, he looked at Zhao Qianzhi intently, and said in a cold tone: "What other dirty things are you thinking about?"
Zhao Qianzhi's eyes gradually returned to normal. He was often controlled by his emotions. Sometimes he would speak indiscriminately and easily go to extremes. But this time... it was really difficult for him to tell Chu Shou that he would not save him until he died.
"Brother Wuji!"
Su Li walked into the small courtyard wearing goose-yellow clothes. When she saw Zhao Qianzhi, she called out sweetly. When she saw the boiling fish soup in the pot, she said happily: "I just met the Metropolitan Procuratorate."
Master Xiao Song, originally came to see Master Huiyuan."
Huiyuan smiled and waved his hands, not quite recognizing the title of master.
"Brother Wuji, did you have a good meal tonight? I asked them to pack some snacks in the south of the city. Do you want to try them?"
Zhao Qianzhi ignored Su Li's overtures and invitations. Just as Huiyuan said, his obsession took root in his heart and he could not pull it out.
He didn't make any reaction, as if he didn't want to listen with a cold face. Su Li saw that he tied up his hair today, which was very different from the past. There was a gloomy atmosphere all over his body, and he couldn't help but look at Huiyuan.
Huiyuan shook his head gently, expressing his helplessness.
She took snacks from the servant behind her and followed Zhao Qianzhi's footsteps. Although she was not tall or big, she had been tenacious since she was a child. Once she identified who she was, it would be difficult to change her mind.
Huiyuan looked at the entanglement between a few people and couldn't help but hold the beads tightly, sighing and shaking his head, "The world is impermanent, only love can be called eternal, and it can be called transient."