It was after midnight. Ximen Lang came to the back of the palace and climbed over the wall like a ghost. This was a grassland, green and with some unknown wild flowers blooming. A few dozen meters in front was a large lake, with the water surface in it.
Dozens of black and white swans floated in the sparkling waves reflected by the bright moonlight.
Ximen Lang was afraid of disturbing these seemingly sleeping swans, so he used his magical skills to quickly dodge past without making any sound, scurrying around the palace and towards Yahe Palace, which was the residence of his mother Masako.
A moment later, Ximen Lang's figure appeared near Yahe Palace. Looking around, he saw lights flashing in the west room of the palace. His heart beat wildly in his chest. He hurriedly walked over and lurked in the window.
Below, look through the gap in the curtain.
It was originally a small living room, but it was transformed into a Buddhist hall. It enshrines a more than five-foot-tall Guanyin Bodhisattva. On the incense table in front are tributes and a three-legged animal head incense burner. A graceful single-eyed beauty
The woman was standing in front of the incense table, lighting the sandalwood in her hand...
In an instant, Ximen Lang's heart almost stopped beating and he almost blurted out a cry. He hurriedly covered his mouth and shouted excitedly: "Mom, in the blink of an eye, we have been separated for more than a year, and I finally see you again!
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That woman was none other than Ximen Lang's longed-for mother, the former Queen of Japan, Her Majesty Masako. Wearing an elegant kimono, her face was as beautiful as she had been back then, except for the look on her face.
She was extremely haggard. She lit three sticks of sandalwood in her hands, bowed three times to Guanyin Bodhisattva, stepped forward with lotus steps, inserted the sandalwood sticks into the incense burner, knelt on the futon, clasped her hands together, and closed her beautiful eyes.
He whispered piously: "Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who rescues people in distress, my disciple Masako has been fasting for more than a year and devoted himself to doing good deeds. I am afraid that you, with great kindness and compassion, can protect my child Xiaolang from being hungry and cold in country Z.
To be able to live a happy life, grow into a real man, and keep all disasters away from him. If it is really necessary to impose it, transfer it to the disciples. I am willing to suffer on his behalf..."
The corners of Ximen Lang's eyes were moist, and finally he couldn't help it, and a tear fell silently...
Masako talked to Guanyin Bodhisattva for a long time. Her words were full of concern for her son. They said that mother and son are connected. Now that her son is suffering in country Z, her heart is broken. Countless times, she saw him in her sleep.
Looking at Xiaolang's childish face, she woke up with excitement and joy, only to find that it was just a dream, which made her cry until dawn.
After a while, Masako opened her bright eyes and said softly: "Matsushima Fenzi, do you think Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva will hear my request to bless Xiaolang?"
The Matsushima member was a maid in her twenties, standing at the door. She was also wearing a kimono. She came from the country of RB and was the personal maid of His Majesty Masako. She hurriedly said: "Your Majesty is so pious. He offers incense to the Bodhisattva every day and begs for his blessings."
Protect the little prince, I think if the Bodhisattva is alive in heaven, he will definitely keep the little prince safe and sound."
Masako sighed softly and said: "That's good, well, it would be great if I could see Xiaolang and know how he is doing now!"
Ximenlang outside the window was trembling all over. He wanted to rush into the room immediately, hug his mother and cry bitterly, telling her how much he missed him. However, he clenched his fists and held back. At the moment, he had not succeeded yet and could not let anyone
Amazing, no qualifications
Ge and his mother recognized each other. So, with a cruel heart, he turned around and left quickly, letting his tears float in the air, and headed towards Wenhui Palace. This was once his home, and it is no exaggeration to say that even with closed eyes
He won't go astray even with his eyes.
Wenhui Palace is the study room of King Zhang Xiaofeng. It contains tens of thousands of books and precious calligraphy and paintings of ancient scholars. The Blood Nucleation Sword is treasured in it. Ximen Lang was very naughty at that time and used this sword to sharpen iron as if it were made of mud more than once.
He secretly took out the sword and hacked at the rare trees and iron fences planted in the palace. He looked proudly at those hard objects becoming tattered under the ravages of the blood-condensing sword.
As a result, he often received beatings from his father.
When he was about to arrive at Wenhui Palace, Ximen Lang noticed the footsteps coming from ahead. He quickly ducked and hid in the shadow of a palace. In the dark night, those starry eyes looked over with vigilance.
It was a group of soldiers, about twenty or so, wearing stiff military uniforms and carrying assault rifles on their backs. They walked over in uniform steps and looked well-trained. Of course, these security forces responsible for patrols
The members did not notice Ximen Lang in the dark and walked straight over.
Ximen Lang looked at these familiar soldiers and felt deeply in his heart. For more than ten years, they have been loyally guarding the palace and protecting the safety of the royal family members. For a moment, he remembered that when he was a child, he played tricks on these with a group of brothers and sisters.
In the scene of the soldiers, a group of people used water cannons to wet the soldiers, but the other party still had a smile on their faces and allowed them to do whatever they wanted.
When the patrolling soldiers walked over, Ximen Lang came out of the darkness and walked quietly for more than ten meters to the entrance of Wenhui Palace. Compared with the other four palaces, Wenhui Palace is slightly shorter and less domineering.
A little more clever.
Gently pushing open the door of Wenhui Palace, the light poured in slightly, and then disappeared. Ximen Lang had already stepped inside. The long corridor was splendid, and the simple wall lamps on both sides gave off a soft light.
A rocking chair rocked back and forth gently in the corridor. Sitting on it was an old man in his sixties with a white beard, wearing a set of blue coarse cloth clothes, with a cattail leaf fan placed on his chest. He dozed off in the rocking chair, his head falling.
A little bit.
Seeing the old man's appearance, Ximen Lang couldn't help but chuckle, Uncle Fu, you're sleepy again!
The old man's name was Hu Youfu. He was the oldest member of the Fenghuo Gang. He had always followed Zhang Xiaofeng and was considered loyal. Ximen Lang and others called him Uncle Fu. Later, after Zhang Xiaofeng became the king, Uncle Fu was placed in Wenhui Palace.
pension,
There are specialized personnel to take care of these books, calligraphy and paintings, so he doesn't have to do anything. He just goes out for a walk every day, eats and drinks in the cafeteria, comes back, makes a pot of Tieguanyin, and shakes the cattail leaf fan in his hand.
It is carefree and at ease.
Ximen Lang tiptoed past Uncle Fu like a cat, arrived at the door of the third room on the left, and gently pushed the door open...