bright sheath

On the second day, the weather was fine and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. After Chen Yunyu finished washing, she stretched out beside the carved window, feeling refreshed and ready to go out to do business. When she stepped out of the door, she heard the sound of the door opening next door.

Ling Yanchi waved his hand at him, yawned and said, "Where are you going early in the morning?"

"In preparation for the emperor's birthday in recent days, the defense in the city has been very strict. It can be said that no idler can enter, let alone a refugee. After the birthday banquet is over, everything should return to normal. Maybe we will find some clues today. Let's take a look on the street."

He was talking about refugees from Qingzhou.

Ling Yanchi nodded, but he didn't intend to move, rubbing his head and said: "I may have to work hard today, my son will go alone, my head hurts..."

Chen Yunyu frowned and said, "But you caught a cold last night?"

"Maybe, you go first, I'll sleep for a while, and I'll go find you in the afternoon when it's better."

Chen Yunyu nodded and left. The sun was warm in the morning, and the breeze blowing away the morning mist brought a burst of comfort. The alleys and alleys were already bustling with activity. Fragrant, the stall owner put a cloth towel on his shoulders, wiped the sweat from his forehead from time to time, and turned over the steamer layer by layer to get buns for the guests... and the shopkeeper of the jewelry shop opened with a yawn at this point, and the pawn shop was even more famous. There was a crackling sound of scratching the abacus. The owner of the cloth shop was a woman, who hung up the silk cloth on tiptoe. On the road, there were women returning home with baskets full of vegetables, walking towards home...everything was in order, It was peaceful.

But he knows that what the eyes see in the world is not necessarily the truth, there are always some people living in the darkness that others cannot see, and he needs to find these people now, at least one of them.

Walking through the streets and alleys like this, the shouts seemed to be separated from him by a layer of veil, hazy and inaudible, he walked through the Jinchengfang Hutong full of ginkgo trees, and then to the noisy Fuchengmen Street, Crossing the Mashi Bridge where there are many merchants, people come and go in the city, playing and quarreling, bargaining...

The capital city is indeed a good place, if his mother is still there.

He kept walking, as if strolling in a garden, and suddenly stopped when he reached the gate of Guangji Temple. There are green bamboos and cypresses planted on both sides of the temple gate, and the scent of sandalwood is wafting from the gate. There is a huge Buddha statue standing in a large open space in the middle. , and an old man in ragged clothes curled up and fell asleep behind the Buddha statue...

Beside the morning sweeping monks were sweeping the bamboo leaves on the floor, Chen Yunyu noticed that there was a bowl of porridge in front of the old man, which was faintly steaming, it should have been given by the monks in this temple.

The monk also noticed him, so he stopped and saluted with one palm: "Amitabha, is the donor here to offer incense?"

Chen Yunyu returned the Namaste salute, and said calmly, "No, I'm just here to see this old man."

I haven't seen such a person for a long time.The monk asked a lot: "Does the almsgiver have no desires in his heart?"

If Chen Yunyu was asked this question by another person, he might just ignore it, but now the fireworks in this temple are ethereal, peaceful and quiet, and he seems to have some Buddha nature, so he replied: "That's not the case, it's just that there is a lot of greed. I don’t know where to start.”

The monk's peaceful eyes seemed to see through him, and said with a faint smile, "The benefactor doesn't want to ask because he dare not think about it. If he dares to think about it, the benefactor will give it a try even if the chance is slim."

It is said that the heart of a Buddhist is like a bright mirror. Chen Yunyu had a thorough understanding. She bowed her head and said with a smile: "What the master said is very true, yes, I dare not think about it. In my opinion, you don't need to pray for things that can be solved, but pray for things that cannot be solved. useless."

"The almsgiver has taken a picture." The monk saw that this was a person who was trapped by himself and could not persuade him.So after finishing speaking, he stopped talking, just bowed his head and swept the floor.

He neither entered nor moved the pit, just stood in front of the Buddha statue, waiting for the old man to wake up, and soon there was a buzzing sound of chanting sutras in the temple...

It didn't take long for the old man to wake up. After seeing the porridge, he looked around, as if looking for the shadow of a benefactor, and then slowly finished the porridge. Chen Yunyu didn't bother him, and left after he finished drinking In the past, he squatted in front of him and said, "Old man, can I ask you a few questions?"

The old man looked at him blankly with cloudy eyes, and answered after a while, "Is there anything to eat?"

Chen Yunyu touched her body, got up again and said, "You wait, I'll go buy it right away."

Soon he came over with two biscuits, and he wanted to buy something else, but nothing lasted longer than biscuits.After wrapping it, he handed the cake to him.

"What do you want to know?" He looked at the young man in brocade clothes in front of him, his face full of puzzlement.

Chen Yunyu patted him on the shoulder, knelt down and asked softly, "Where did the old man come from?"

"Qingzhou..."

"What about your family?"

"...Dead, my son died of illness, my wife, my daughter-in-law was also beaten to death... Originally, I would be able to hold my grandson in another month..."

"..." He was speechless for a moment, although he had no wife and children, but he had a mother who was forced to death, and he felt sad for a moment, before he asked after a while, "Then does the old man know exactly what happened?"

The old man's eyes were cloudy, and there seemed to be tears in the blink of an eye, but when he looked closely, he seemed to have nothing, and he just stared blankly at the south side of the Buddha incense.

Chen Yunyu knew that it was the direction of Qingzhou.

"Remember...remember clearly, it was night, and my eldest son was arrested suddenly, saying that he wanted to repair something..."

The wind was getting stronger, and the sound of the bamboo leaves blowing was green and pleasant, but the story of the old man was bloody. Through the bustling ten-mile long street in the capital, the wind seemed to blow to a place of deep sorrow thousands of miles away.

After bidding farewell to the old man, he still entered the temple, but went around the main hall to find the monk just now, and asked him to give the old man some porridge for three meals a day.

"Do you need to give him a place to stay?" the monk said, taking the silver.

Chen Yunyu shook her head calmly and said: "No need, most people who deal with business are frightened, too much enthusiasm will only make him feel panic, that's fine."

The monk nodded, saluted with one palm and returned the taels of silver to him, saying: "The donor is transparent, you must know that fate comes and goes with the flow, since the old man came here, it is our fate with him, two taels of thin porridge is free. It's nothing to worry about." There is a sentence in it to persuade him, and it depends on whether he understands it thoroughly.

After saluting together, Chen Yunyu paid respects to the other monks and went straight to the princess mansion. He only had some rough plans in his mind, and wanted to discuss it with Ling Yanchi, but he slowed down as he walked. Looking at the cold alley and looking at the sky helplessly - what should he do now?

Since the banquet, he has been panicking from time to time. If it was not the ignorant fifth prince who came to ask for someone, but someone else, would he still be able to protect him?If I can't protect him, then I want to watch him leave, see him being taken away and restrained?Want to lose him helplessly?

The monk is right, you need to let nature take its course, but he doesn't want to be separated from him... The more you get along, the more reluctant you are, and the more reluctant you are, the more you love to rehearse parting in your heart. Just thinking about it makes him feel like a knife-- —Gudao Xifeng, a skinny horse, this man will wave goodbye to him at the gate of Zhu Hong's palace.And at that time, my heart will come to an end.

"Brother Yunyu? What are you doing here?"

Chen Yunyu's heart was shocked, she stood up straight suddenly, turned her head and saw Ling Yanchi standing at the entrance of the alley, looking at him with doubts, and asked: "Could it be that you are also sick and only found out now?"

"...No, I...I saw an old man from Qingzhou just now, and I found out a lot of things, and it's just a little uncomfortable." He collected his thoughts, and only acted indifferently.

"I just came here to discuss with you. What's the name of the man who framed your master last time?"

Chen Yunyu pursed her lips and felt conflicted, but she still said, "Li Mizhi."

"If I remember correctly, it seems to be the Minister of the Ministry of War?"

"……how do you want to do it?"

Ling Yanchi blinked at him, and said with a smile: "I want him to hand over the evidence himself... Do you have a way to get his pen and ink? I heard that he has a reputation of a thousand gold..."

"I can't do this, but someone can."

Ling Yanchi raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and hooked the man and said: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. How about we go visit that Jiang Feng tonight? Didn't the princess say that he talks about calligraphy and painting all day long!"

"Right on my mind!"

After dinner, Chen Yunyu took Ling Yan, dressed in disguise, to the Office of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials. The reason was to thank him. The Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Jiang Changping, greeted him with a bewildered face. Even when he saluted, he was still confused and said: "I don't know what the son is grateful for?"

"My lord doesn't know. Yesterday was the emperor's birthday. My son was slack for a while, and he was in a state of menglang in the palace. Fortunately, Jiang Yushi reminded me and he came to his senses. This did not lead to a catastrophe. Therefore, I came to visit today to express my gratitude."

Jiang Changping glanced back with a troubled expression, and said to the servant: "Let that unfilial son wait in the front hall!"

Then he greeted the two of them with a smile on his face.

When the servants came to report, Jiang Feng was painting. He said it was a painting, but the rice paper was full of ink dots, and he could only vaguely see that it was a woman. He was also confused when he heard that the son asked to see him by name—just the little thing last night. As for what?

After arriving in the front hall, he saw that his father and Chen Yunyu were talking about rumors, and it was only after hearing that they were talking about tea.His father raised his eyebrows when he saw him, and said with a straight face: "Why don't you go and pour tea for the son?"

"Oh..." After finishing speaking, he really only poured a cup of tea and didn't respect him.

Jiang Changping was stunned, why did he give birth to such a dumbass?He held his breath in disbelief and said, "You don't even know how to toast a cup of tea?"

Chen Yunyu suppressed a smile, stood up and said for him: "Jiang Yushi is upright and just, he is really the pillar of my Great Chen Kingdom, I came here today just to express my gratitude, if it disturbs Jiang Yushi, it would be unsightly, drink After finishing this cup of tea, the prince will go back." After speaking, he seemed to remember something, and said, "Speaking of which, the prince of Japan suddenly became interested in calligraphy and painting, I wonder if Jiang Yushi has good calligraphy and painting here to lend to you. This son reads it?"

Mentioning that Jiang Feng was quite lively, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Yes, yes, I have a lot of calligraphy and painting collections, if you don't mind my son, I'll get them for you..." After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Chen Yunyu to answer People ran away.

"..." Jiang Shangshu looked at his son's back with deep worry.

Chen Yunyu followed his gaze, smiled lightly, and said, "Master Shangshu, don't worry too much, I believe you also know that the imperial court is a dye vat, and there are two kinds of people in it, one is flattering, and the other is doing practical things. , many times those who do practical things can’t do as well as flatterers, but as long as the one who does practical things becomes a role model, then no one can touch him, do you think I’m right?”

Jiang Changfeng opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly wanted to take a closer look at the little-known prince of Liao. These words were beyond what ordinary people would think of.

"I'm only worried that the tree will attract the wind." He didn't laugh, and dismissed the words lightly.

Chen Yunyu said calmly: "Shangshu's words are wrong. In Dachen, the emperor is the tree, and we are all branches. Jiang Yushi can't tolerate sand in his eyes. In one way, he is cleaning up the pests on the trunk for the emperor. , although Jiang Yushi's words are radical, don't you still have him? All in all, having him in the emperor will definitely save you a lot of worry. Although the holy will is unpredictable, do you really think that Jiang Yushi was promoted out of thin air?"

Jiang Changping was enlightened by what he said, and he didn't say anything for a long time. Chen Yunyu smiled again and said in relief: "Master Shangshu doesn't need to think too much, it's just that the way Lord Shangshu looked at his parents and children reminded me of my father in Liaodong. The thoughts of parents in this world are generally similar. It is also because I can't bear to be limited by my lord's prejudices, so I speak rashly, and I hope my lord is not to blame."

Jiang Changping shook his head, finally smiled, and said: "The son's nature is transparent, and the prince must be very pleased."

Chen Yunyu didn't say much, just shook her head and said nothing, and in a blink of an eye, Jiang Feng came out holding a stack of scrolls, and Master Jiang's restored smiling face darkened again.

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Sorrow arises from love, fear arises from love; apart from the one who loves, there is neither worry nor fear. ——"The King of Wonderful Color Seeking the Dharma"

The four clichés can express the heart of the prince.

It's getting clear soon, hehehe