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When Qiu Meng heard this, his face turned pale and he begged desperately. Nie Wushuang just said nothing and stared at her face coldly, considering whether to kill her or let her go.

This realization hit Qiu Meng's heart, making her cry even more desperately.

Deshun stepped forward and whispered in Nie Wushuang's ear: Mother, if you want her to die so that no one can find out, I still have a way.

Nie Wushuang thought for a while, her cold face flashed with a hint of tiredness, she waved her hand and said: Forget it, let her live.

She looked at Qiu Meng: When you go back, you can do whatever the queen asks you to do. I won't interfere. I just want to give you a piece of advice. Your Highness, Prince Rui, is not someone you can mess with. You can be on your own in the future. I think. Use your beauty to seduce a man, especially His Highness Prince Rui, and you will suffer a bitter fruit in the end. Feng.

Qiu Meng stopped crying and looked at Nie Wushuang, with strong disbelief and unwillingness in her eyes.

Nie Wushuang knew that people like her would never repent, so he stopped looking at her, put on his cloak, and slowly disappeared into the night with Deshun supporting him.

Qiu Meng waited for her to leave, then hugged his shoulders and tremblingly returned to the Lai Yi Palace.

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Nie Wushuang returned to the Yonghua Hall. It was getting late. After washing up, she felt extremely tired. She was about to lie down and have a rest. Suddenly, there was the sound of someone kneeling in front of the door. After a while, a touch of black dragon robe appeared. The corner of his robe broke into Nie Wushuang's eyes.

Xiao Fengming opened the heavy curtains, still carrying the wind and snow outside. He held a freshly folded, extremely precious green-calyx wintersweet in his hand, and looked at her with a smile: You're not sleeping yet.

He came in and put the wintersweet in the beauty goblet in the house. The scent of wintersweet is fresh. He said with a smile: I just passed by the Royal Garden and saw the green-calyx wintersweet in bloom, so I wanted to pick one for you.

Nie Wushuang put on her clothes and stood up, looking at Wintersweet, feeling moved in her heart, but behind her back she broke into a cold sweat. Fortunately, she came back earlier. If Xiao Fengming suddenly came over and found that she was not in the palace, how would he turn around?

She stepped forward and took off the heavy dragon robe for him, and asked nonchalantly: Why did the emperor come here late at night? Aren't you resting in the 'Ganlu Palace'?

For several days, Xiao Fengming was busy dealing with royal family members and various post-holiday matters, or planning with Xiao Fengqing how to take over the land of Qin. Nie Wushuang knew that he was busy for days, but he did not go to him. He also sent his servants to ask questions every day, and never came to the Yonghua Palace.

Speaking of which, this is his first time coming here after the year.

Xiao Fengming saw that her face was as red as a begonia sleeping in spring, and she couldn't help but take advantage of her unpreparedness and place a kiss on her cheek. Nie Wushuang was startled by his little move, but when she came to her senses, she blushed slightly.

She squeezed his hand and whispered, There is someone else around.

Xiao Fengming was in a good mood. He waved his hand and ordered the serving maid to leave.

There were only two people left in the inner hall. Xiao Fengming shook her hand and said with satisfaction: I feel at ease when I see you. I feel that all this is true.

Nie Wushuang's heart moved slightly and asked: Does the emperor still feel uneasy? Now that the Qin State has been destroyed and the rebellion has been eliminated, the emperor should not belittle himself.

Xiao Fengming held her in his arms and was silent for a while before saying: It always feels unreal. The wish that I have been thinking about has come true, just like a dream.

Does the Emperor still have unfulfilled wishes? Nie Wushuang asked: If one wish is fulfilled, there should be other wishes.

She said slowly: For example, Qi State...

Xiao Fengming fell into deep thought after hearing her words, but the last sentence made him look at her more. Under the dancing candlelight, her face is as charming as a poppy, which makes people unable to help but indulge.

He held her hand tightly and said calmly: We still need to think carefully about Qi State's affairs.

Nie Wushuang's heart sank into the abyss, Xiao Fengqing guessed it right. With Xiao Fengming's cautious character, he would not immediately send his troops south to attack Qi as soon as the war with Qin ended. Firstly, the two countries are allies, and secondly, the national strength of the Ying country does not allow for years of militancy.

Deep disappointment passed through her heart, but Xiao Fengming did not see it. He pondered for a long time and suddenly said: Yes, I do still have my unfulfilled wish.

He kissed Nie Wushuang's hand, his eyes flashing like fine black glass: I want to enthrone my mother and concubine, and my fifth brother's mother and concubine. Bury them in glory!

Nie Wushuang forced a smile: The emperor's filial piety is grateful to heaven. Concubine...congratulations to the emperor for fulfilling his wish.

Yes, he fulfilled his filial piety and achieved his imperial hegemony. But there was no way to repay her filial piety. Depression surged through her heart, and she lay on the bed in low spirits, looking at the flying dragons and phoenixes embroidered on the tent, and slowly closed her eyes.

Xiao Fengming seemed to feel her sadness, hugged her from behind and whispered: Are you unhappy?

No. I'm just tired. Nie Wushuang said lightly: It's night, Your Majesty.

Get some rest early.

Xiao Fengming looked sideways at her for a while, then extinguished the candle.

Warmth came over him, and he held her in his arms as always, brushing her back with his slender hands, gradually calming down her clamoring heart.

Suddenly, she said muffledly in his arms: How long does the emperor plan to keep His Royal Highness Prince Rui in the palace?

Xiao Fengming's hand suddenly stopped. In the darkness, he couldn't see her face clearly, and he couldn't guess her intention when she suddenly said this. He said, What? Is there anything else in the palace?

After a long time, Nie Wushuang finally answered: Someone in the palace said that the queen's personal maid is quite close to His Highness Rui.

Xiao Fengming paused, then suddenly smiled and said: It doesn't matter, a person like the fifth brother is naturally the easiest to attract bees and butterflies.

Nie Wushuang sighed in his heart and stopped talking. If he could understand, he would understand. If he couldn't understand, there was nothing she could do. No matter how much she says, she won't say it anymore...

In the long night of silence, she finally fell asleep, but unknown to her, Xiao Fengming looked at her quietly for a long time, then closed her eyes and sighed.

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This year's Spring Festival in Ying State is more lively than in previous years. In addition, Qin State's great victory in the war means that Ying State's territory will be doubled again. The future governance will appease the people of Qin and all wastes are waiting for prosperity, which makes Xiao Fengming even more excited. With another headache.

After the festival of Qi State, they will arrive in Ying State to discuss the division of Qin. The surrender envoys of Qin State will also arrive in Ying State in the near future. Everyone in Yingguo was happy and excited, and the people supported Xiao Fengming unprecedentedly. Everyone said that Xiao Fengming was the most wise and powerful emperor since the founding of Yingguo.

Years later, an admonishment officer gave a message. Now that the world has been settled and the country is peaceful and the people are safe, the emperor will hold a grand ritual to worship his ancestors and comfort his ancestors and the late emperor. He also said that filial piety comes first, and the emperor's biological mother Wen Xiuyuan also wanted to return to the imperial mausoleum on the outskirts of Tibet to enjoy the incense forever. Only the emperor's virtue will not be compromised.

In the court hall, Xiao Fengming knelt down and cried after hearing the admonishment officer's words. All the officials were moved. It makes me even more sad to think that Xiao Fengming's biological mother Wen Xiuyuan was persecuted by Empress Dowager Gao throughout her life and could not be buried in the imperial mausoleum to accompany the late emperor after her death.

Someone from the court saw Xiao Fengqing and said again: His Royal Highness Prince Rui's mother and concubine died of illness that year and were buried hastily. Why not rebury them together. Xiao Fengming accepted all these suggestions and issued an imperial edict: the deceased Wen Xiuyuan was granted the title of Queen Shengmin Wenchang, and Xiao Fengqing's biological mother was Concubine Yuanxiu Ming. She would be buried in the imperial mausoleum on an auspicious day.

It was a big deal to bury our ancestors again, not to mention the present day emperor's biological mother and the general king, the mother-in-law of Rui Wang Xiao Fengqing.

Xiao Fengming issued an order to ask the abbot of Donglin Temple to lead 500 monks to rush to the capital to perform rituals for seventy-seventy-nine days, recite scriptures for the state funeral, and save the souls of the dead.

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There was a lot of disturbance, and in a blink of an eye the fifteenth day of the first lunar month had passed. The presiding abbot of Donglin Temple also started to perform rituals for five or six days. Nie Wushuang and the Queen went to observe the rituals and saw a familiar face among the monks who closed their eyes and chanted sutras - Zen Master Qingyuan.

She was surprised and happy in her heart. She always thought that Qingyuan went to Qi State and never came back. Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for more than a year, he returned to Ying State unscathed.

At the moment, the day's rituals were over, and Nie Wushuang sent someone to invite him.

More than a year later, the young and kind-hearted Qingyuan's face now has traces of being baptized by the hustle and bustle of the world. Due to asceticism, the corners of his eyes are also more weathered, but his eyes are as clear and unsullied as ever.

Nie Wushuang looked at him in the Zen room with deep inquiry. Qingyuan's eyes were magnanimous, he glanced at her and smiled slightly: Is your Majesty okay?

Nie Wushuang smiled: It's okay. It seems that Master Qingyuan has gained great wisdom.

Qingyuan clasped his hands together and proclaimed a Buddha's name: I can't believe the great wisdom, but the knots that have been troubling my heart in the past are also solved.

Nie Wushuang thought of the previous debate that made him sad, and felt sad: Master Qingyuan has transcended, but I still haven't achieved liberation in my heart.

Qingyuan looked calmly at Nie Wushuang, who was dressed up in front of him, and lowered his eyes: This is the difference between escaping into Buddhism and the world. Your Majesty has already done a great job.

Nie Wushuang felt warm in her heart and couldn't help but look at him. To this day, she can finally get a fair word of comfort from him. Instead of like before, when he asked her to devote herself to Buddha, she ridiculed him for only saving tigers and killing people.

She had really changed when she was filled with hatred and anger.

Nie Wushuang lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly.

Thank you, Master Qingyuan. Nie Wushuang sighed, with a bleak look on his face: But now I am the one who has feelings for you.

Qingyuan showed pity in his eyes and whispered: If the empress is confused or needs help in the future, the young monk will definitely do his best to help.

After he finished speaking, he bowed and bowed before leaving.

The Sanskrit sound lingers outside, carrying compassion, purifying the dead and comforting the living. Nie Wushuang looked at the peaceful Buddha in the Zen room, and his heart was surging.

To be good means to give up everything, including hatred, but to be evil is to see the bloodshed everywhere. Her heart had never been so tormented, but it was obvious that she had not chosen that bright path, but why didn't she still feel transcendent and happy?

…

Nie Wushuang returned to the palace. The queen attached great importance to this ritual ceremony and did everything with all her heart. She also took the eldest prince to personally visit the abbot and abbot of Donglin Temple.

The abbot was eighty years old and had a peaceful face. He pronounced a Buddhist name and said: The eldest prince is smart and observant of etiquette. The queen is very lucky.

The queen was unwilling to accept her hard work and could only give this indifferent comment, and asked: Master, can you see how the eldest prince will succeed in the future?

The abbot smiled slightly: I am not a fortune teller. I can only give blessings but cannot predict the future of the eldest prince.

The Queen looked embarrassed when she heard this. The abbot and the abbot said this clearly because he did not want to get involved in the disputes in the royal family. So she said some words and took the eldest prince back to Lai Yi Palace in embarrassment.

At that time, Concubine Shu, Concubine Jing and Nie Wushuang were admiring plum blossoms in the imperial garden. Concubine Shu did not shy away from ridiculing: It is ridiculous for the queen to do this. Although the abbot of Donglin Temple is old, he is not so old and foolish. You want to make unreasonable remarks about the prince. Wouldn’t the queen be slapping herself in the face by doing this!

Concubine Jing was always unwilling to comment on such things, so she changed the subject: This time, there are many young monks in Donglin Temple, but at first glance they are very cultivated people. I heard that the abbot and abbot intend to do this. After the ceremony, a young successor will be chosen to take charge of the post of abbot of Donglin Temple.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Concubine Shu's eyes lit up, and this scene fell into Nie Wushuang's eyes. Nie Wushuang looked at it and sneered in his heart. He had laughed at the Queen just now. It seemed that Concubine Shu was not willing to be outdone and wanted to make plans for the Donglin Temple monk.

After thinking about it, she smiled slightly and said: Yes, I heard that the abbot and abbot relied most on a young monk named Master Qingyuan. Speaking of this monk, I have met him several times, and the emperor explained his Buddhist teachings. I admire him very much and say he is a rare disciple of Buddhism. According to me, the abbot and abbot must really want to pass on this mantle to him. Last year, I practiced in Donglin Temple, and the abbot also had this intention.

Seriously? Concubine Shu asked as expected, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling: Abbott Abbot really wants to pass it on to that little master named Qingyuan?

Nie Wushuang covered her lips and said vaguely: Sister Shu Fei, please don't talk nonsense. This is what I heard from you, but it is almost the same. But you don't know how powerful it is to appoint a young abbot in Donglin Temple. There are also many difficulties, and all aspects must be dealt with clearly.”

Concubine Shu pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyes thoughtful. Nie Wushuang saw that he had almost finished raising the points, so he relaxed and enjoyed the plum blossoms with Concubine Jing. Sure enough, Concubine Shu admired it for a while, then hurriedly found an excuse and left.

Seeing Concubine Shu leave, Concubine Jing murmured dissatisfiedly: Didn't I say that I wanted to appreciate the plum blossoms? Why did I leave you alone in the end?

Nie Wushuang smiled sweetly, and her scorching face was clearer and more beautiful than wintersweet. She said slowly: Sister Shu Fei, I'm afraid she has more important things to do.

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Sure enough, a day or two later, Concubine Shu also took the second prince to ask for a blessing from the abbot and abbot. She was very modest in her words and only allowed the second prince to accept the blessing bag given by the abbot and abbot.

She said to the abbot and abbot: I come from a family of generals. Now my brothers are serving in the army and serving the country. My brothers are fighting abroad. I am always worried. I also ask the abbot and abbot to help me pray for my brothers. I will definitely reward you generously!”

The abbot's eyes showed approval: Shu Fei's affection is touching. As a reward, you can just give more porridge and rice to the homeless. Buddhism does not need gold and silver, it only needs a heart towards Buddha.

Concubine Shu readily agreed. As expected, the order was followed, and a porridge shed was set up in front of the Wang Family Mansion. Master Qingyuan was also invited to open an altar in front of the Baima Temple in the capital to preach sutras to promote Buddhism. Although Qingyuan was young, he was profound in Buddhism and had his own opinions. He had only been teaching for a few days, and people came like a cloud to listen to the sutras. Many young eminent monks from all over the world came here to argue with him. They argued with him for five days, but they all lost.

From then on, the name of Zen Master Qingyuan of Donglin Temple was known throughout the country. Everyone talks about his humility, generosity and compassion. Someone also mentioned that he once traveled to Qi State to rescue the refugees. When the people of Qi State saw him, they all respectfully called him Holy Monk. Such a righteous act is even more admirable.

After Xiao Fengming knew about it, he issued an imperial edict to confer him the title of Holy Buddha Zen Master. When the abbot of Donglin Temple accepted the imperial edict, he smiled gently at Qingyuan and said: There are talented people from generation to generation, and I am getting old. It's time to join the imperial edict. He is dead. When this matter is settled, Qingyuan will take over as the abbot of Donglin Temple.

The expressions of the monks under the abbot's command varied, but who else in the entire Donglin Temple could have such a reputation to take over the post of abbot?

Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged as he stepped forward and bowed down: Qingyuan will definitely live up to the abbot's trust and take over the Donglin Temple to promote Buddhism.

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