Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

In the pale golden morning light, the soldiers lined up neatly and stood at the foot of the city, looking at the dark area, solemn and solemn.

In the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Duke Yu Wenke of Jin State marched all the way eastward, first captured Yeyang, and then captured Fanzhou. It can be said that he fought ten battles and ten battles. Now he has reached Fenhe River. Fenhe River is the last barrier of Qi State. If the Northern Zhou army crosses Fenhe River, it will inevitably be defeated. If we drive straight into Jinye, the destruction of Qi will be just around the corner.

The Qi army suffered several defeats in a row, losing troops and generals, and its morale was greatly reduced.

Now it was suddenly heard that the emperor personally led the troops to go on an expedition, which caused an uproar in the world. There were supporters, opponents, and wait-and-sees inside and outside the court, all with their own thoughts.

It dawned early, and Liang Huan got up early too. She wore plain clothes and simply pulled up her hair.

At this moment, she stood quietly outside the crowd, like everyone else, silently staring at the high platform, waiting for the leader of the army.

While waiting, I occasionally heard someone whispering and talking.

Some people even suspected that this imperial conquest was a joke told by the emperor when he was drunk and could not be true.

Liang Huan listened silently and laughed unconsciously. How could he not be talking drunkenly?

But it happens to be true.

But for a moment, the crowd fell silent.

Liang Huan looked up again and saw a man in armor walking up to the military platform holding the Emperor's Sword.

After he stood still, he raised the long sword in his hand and swore an oath. Then she heard the shouts of the soldiers, but this loud response seemed to lack some passion and power.

"Mother, it's time to leave."

Jiang Wei stepped forward and lowered his voice to remind him in time, "My Lord has told me that I will send you out of the city before the army sets off."

Liang Huan raised his head slightly, and there were large clouds floating above his head. The sunlight gave them a golden edge, and the wind and clouds moved, and he didn't know where they were going.

She withdrew her gaze, took one last look at the people on the high platform, then turned and headed towards the carriage row.

Jiang Wei lowered his head slightly in the direction of the high platform, his lowered eyes were warm, took a few steps back, and strode to chase the person who had walked away.

There were shouts of soldiers from all directions. Gao Qian raised his sword and turned his head slightly, effortlessly catching the retrograde figure in the crowd.

He lowered his eyes and smiled vaguely. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be the last time they would see each other in this life.

After all, I still didn’t wait to break the peach blossom branch for him.

Summer will begin in a few days, and the peach blossoms in Jinye City have long been defeated.

Zixiao Temple should be the last place where peach blossoms can be found.

The first branch you break off at that time will be considered as repaying the debt you once owed.

Gao Qian narrowed his slightly red eyes and swallowed the sudden surge of salty taste.

He raised his eyes and looked at the soldiers below again.

Yuan Zhi helped Liang Hu get into the car.

Suddenly, there was a cramping pain in her chest. Her steps stopped and she couldn't help but squeeze Yuan Zhi's hand.

Yuan Zhi looked at her strangely: "Empress?"

"I'm fine." Liang Huan withdrew his hand, smiled at her, and got into the car without looking back.

The carriage moved very fast, and it didn't take long before it caught up with the Queen's traveling ceremonial guard.

They did not change cars, but quietly stayed behind the long escort team, as if they had never been left behind.

Liang Huan gently patted the little man in his arms. The bumpy mountain road was afraid of disturbing Xi'er, but the little man was not affected at all and slept soundly with his eyes closed.

Yuan Zhi lifted up a corner of the curtain, stretched out her head to look out, and whispered: "There are dense forests in the mountains that block out the sky and the sun. It's exactly what Sister Xianglan said. It's much cooler than in the city. Fortunately, we were prepared in advance. But , The air and scenery here are pretty good.”

Xianglan took Xi'er from Liang Huan's arms and looked at her with a smile: "It feels even colder at night, so it's always good to prepare more clothes and bedding."

Liang Huan had something on her mind and looked at the scenery outside the car window with no interest.

They were supposed to send Xi'er out of Jinye today, but now that there's an extra one, Bai Lu and the others might be caught off guard.

Liang Huan silently memorized the mountain road, his mind turning over and over again.

The distance was not too short, and when Xi'er had had enough sleep, the carriage stopped.

Zixiao'an had received the news early, and under the leadership of the abbot, a group of bhikkhunis knelt at the door to welcome the queen.

The host kowtowed: "Kong An and the disciples from the nunnery respectfully welcome the Queen and Princess Changle."

The mountains are quiet, the chirping birds in the forest are clear and crisp, and the faint sound of gurgling streams in the distance can be heard.

The queen didn't say anything, she could only hear the baby's babbling sound in the carriage, which was childish and cute.

Jiang Weizao led the Imperial Guards to inspect the entire Zixiao Temple from inside to outside, but found nothing unusual. He bowed forward and reported through the car curtain.

Someone in the car responded, and then a palace official wearing a purple color got out of the car and waited on the side.

Then, a slender woman bent over and came out, wearing a cloak with butterfly wings and blue auspicious cloud patterns. Her skin became more and more like snow, and her black hair was like clouds. Except for the gold hairpin that held her hair, there was no other jewelry on her body. But it was precisely because of this. , you can see the dragon pattern on the gold hairpin at a glance.

Liang Huan roughly looked around. On the dozens of stone steps, there was a tall stone gate with a plaque reading "Zixiao Temple". There were two stone lions in front of the gate. The road was lined with tall and dense green bamboos.

It's a nice place to get away from the world.

Liang Huan walked slowly towards the host who was kneeling at the front. He didn't want to but stopped beside him, a few steps away from the kneeling person in front of him.

She pursed her lips and smiled: "Auntie, how are you doing here?"

The person who was kneeling with her head bowed stiffened, without raising her head or speaking. Her slightly trembling shoulders revealed her reticence.

It was quiet for a long time, but there was no answer.

The host next to him was surprised and turned his face slightly with a warning look in his eyes.

Liang Huanting stood in front of the crowd. Not only was there no anger on his face, he was also smiling slightly, waiting in a very good-tempered manner.

The scene was awkwardly quiet.

The host squeezed his sweat and gently called the person beside him: "Bi Chen?"

He didn't look at her, buried his head, and his voice was cold.

"The Queen has admitted the wrong person, my disciple's name is Baichen."

Liang Huan said softly, not caring, and said thoughtfully: "Does this Buddhist title mean to abandon the past?"

He still remained silent.

The host looked at it and quickly lowered his head and replied: "The Queen is right, it is to have a clear mind and see one's nature, to have no attachment to everything, to abandon the foolishness of the past, and to find purity and peace."

Liang Huan shook his head, seeming to be quite regretful: "I guess it was Master Tai who gave me this title, right? It's a pity that because of your intentions, I'm afraid that this method of banishing dust is not yet available."

"You-" He suddenly raised his head, his red and swollen eyes full of hatred.

The host was startled: "Don't be rude when you throw away the dust."

Liang Huan remained unmoved and took a closer look at Mr. He. Her eye sockets were sunken and her cheekbones were bulging. There was no shadow of the dignity and propriety of Mrs. Liang in her early years, and she did not have the calmness and calmness that a monk should have.

"Bi Chen, I see that you look haggard, not because you are practicing pure Buddhism, but because you are bothered by the mortal world, right?" She frowned, "In this way, isn't it in line with what I just said? ?”

He stood up hurriedly, unable to bear it any longer, and prepared to rush forward.

"You rebellious girl, you deliberately framed Ah Jing! You harmed Chang Heng and the entire Wenhou Mansion——"

Unfortunately, before he could get closer, he was pushed down by two imperial guards as soon as his eyes flashed.

He lay on the ground, staring, sobbing and crying.

"Marquis Wen's Mansion?" Liang Huan's face turned cold, "You are so courageous, how dare you cry out for injustice to a treasonous criminal!"