The imperial concubine is delicate and charming, and she criticizes the tyrant for pampering her with her life. Chapter 231 This hatred is irreconcilable
Qi Wan was still young at that time and didn't quite understand what secular rules meant.
She asked Cui Xiangyi, is life more important than rules? You didn't do anything wrong.
Cui Xiangyi smiled, held her hand, and talked to her a lot. When Qi Wan was a child, she only found the terms and conditions required by her mother annoying to death, but she was a bit smart, and she could do so well on the surface that no one could fault her, but in private
Whatever should be done, from the bottom of my heart, I never take those so-called rules to heart.
It wasn't until she heard what Cui Xiangyi said that she realized that what actually mattered was not the secular rules, but the restraint and malice towards women under these rules.
Her mother's strict requirements were just to make her live a better life in this world.
Cui Xiangyi said that compared to rules, one's heart is the most important.
There are always things you can do and things you can't do in life, it's up to you how you choose.
But when you have enough power to provoke all this and make new rules, then the rules of this world may also change.
History is constantly excavated, developed and changed by human beings.
When you want to take on a challenge, you must first see if the strength you possess is enough for you to bear. Otherwise, you will be using an egg against a stone and a mantis as a chariot, and you will only become an innocent victim.
Choi Sang-yi is really a very wise woman.
Her illness was somewhat troublesome, and it took Qi Wan about half a year to completely cure her, and the two became friends forever.
She was very smart and never asked where she learned medical skills from whom. Even when Qi Wan wanted to set up a stall to treat people outside, she would go with her as long as she had time, and would encourage Qi Wan to do what he wanted.
things to do.
I would tell her that rules are dead, but people are alive. Sometimes if you are more flexible, you can do a lot of things.
Now that Qing Hui thought about it, why he agreed to the marriage with Lian Jinchen in the first place was most likely not for Lian Jinchen, but for Cui Xiangyi.
Because no matter who she married at that time, she might not have been able to complement Cui Xiangyi after marrying Lian Jinchen.
It's a pity that a smart woman like Choi Sang-yi still doesn't understand her son well enough.
She later chose to leave the capital and never come back, presumably because she felt she couldn't face it.
She once personally used her limited power to create a peach blossom garden for the little friend she admired, and then her most trusted son destroyed that peach blossom garden with her own hands.
It also destroyed her beautiful hope for destiny in her heart.
Qing Hui shook his head, wondering if he would have a chance to see Cui Xiangyi in the future.
If she saw it, she would probably tell her it was not your fault.
"Amitabha, is the donor here to offer incense? In response to the disaster in Beijing these days, the temple has sent most of the monks down the mountain to help. The temple cannot receive pilgrims. If the donor wants to offer incense, please follow the monks to the front hall.
"A young monk came over and said to Qing Hua respectfully.
Qing Hui knew that in times of disaster, these temples would take in refugees and help out with porridge. He took a quick look and found that they were really empty with no one around.
"No, I'm not here to offer incense. I met an eminent monk when I was hiding from the rain a few days ago, and I made an appointment with the eminent monk to come to Fanyun Temple to meet him. But I don't know the eminent monk's name. I only know that he has a handsome appearance, kind eyebrows and kind eyes.
There is a little cinnabar between the eyebrows... With his eyes closed, does the young master know which eminent monk he is?" Qing Hui asked.
"Amitabha, the eminent monk mentioned by the donor should be Uncle Changli. However, Uncle Changli returned to the temple the day before yesterday and went into seclusion. I'm afraid I won't be able to see guests. Please forgive me." The young monk said apologetically.
Qing Hui's eyelids jumped hard when he heard the words "Master Changli".
When I was in Lingzhou, the Taoist priest I captured said that he had a senior brother who was a monk who was far better than him in using Gu.
It's called Changli.
Master Changli.
Right.
Sure enough, the person who hooked up with Qi Mingyue was that weird monk. No wonder it was so unpleasant when I saw him that day.
If not, it was the smelly monk who put her heart into Qi Mingyue's chest with his own hands.
This hatred is simply irreconcilable.
Qing Hua's eyes narrowed.
At this time, a young monk ran over and whispered a few words to the young monk who was talking to her.
Xiaosengmi was stunned for a moment and said hurriedly and respectfully,
"Donor, Uncle Changli has been released from seclusion. Please come here, please."