[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

"My lord, someone wants to see you."

Zhao Yan put on her clothes and stood up, the booklet was lit, and the bedroom was brightened.

"who?"

Ping An replied, "The swordsman who sent you home that day."

Zhao Yan frowned and said, "I'll come right away."

The masked swordsman stood in front of the hall, his eyes flickering, and the moonlight streamed in through the wide open screen window behind him.

He said to Zhao Yan, "I want to see Lu Chenshuang."

Zhao Yan was slightly taken aback, and said, "Okay."

"My lord, the carriage is ready."

Ping An drove the carriage, and the carriage traveled for three miles, winding up the mountain road, and finally stopped in front of a nunnery.

It was starry night, there were few carriages and horses in front of the nunnery, and the mountains and jungles were sheltered. The red walls and black tiles surrounded the lives of vivid women.

"The pure land of Buddhism, the government is not easy to disturb... It is also her own idea."

Lu Jinglan stared at Zhao Yan in a daze, and his voice finally became dry. He stood amidst the lights, but felt as if he was standing in a wilderness that was engulfed in flames, "You mean... Shen Shuang..."

Back then, the people sent by Zhao Yan only got news of Lu Shoufu's death, and no news of Lu Jinglan. Instead, they rescued Lu Chenshuang from a group of bandits on the way back.

Zhao Yan entrusted her to Liu Yanqing, and Liu Yanqing bought her a house in the suburbs of Beijing.

How can a beautiful woman be less tortured if she falls into the hands of vicious bandits.There is an evil seed in her belly, and she doesn't know who it is.Liu Yanqing used all the medicines to hang her back, and the child was gone. She was shocked and frightened. She couldn't even speak for a while at the beginning. After a long time, she dared to hide behind the curtain and ask timidly. ,"This is where?"

Liu Yanqing reported Lu Chenshuang's letter to Zhao Yan every day.

She seemed to be getting better day by day, and she seemed to be dying day by day.

Zhao Yan received Liu Yanqing's last letter about Lu Chenshuang, which said that Lu Chenshuang cut off her long hair and entered the nunnery.

The once pampered canary had its throat cut by the affairs of the world, and could not cry when it was sad. Three thousand blue threads were cut off, and it never shed a single tear.

This world is unfair to women, and she has such an invisible status, if the Buddha can't save her, rumors will crush her.

In the second half of his life, he would keep the green lamp withered, often accompanied by incense and mist, and he would not lose his purity.

Zhao Yan didn't say a few things, but what kind of person Lu Jinglan is, even if he is vague, he can guess what happened to Lu Chenshuang.

What kind of darkness has a young girl experienced, she would rather bury her good life in a nunnery than take another step into the secular world?

"Zhao Changning, without you, she would still be the jewel of my Lu family." Lu Jinglan's eyes were bloody.

Zhao Yan didn't speak, her eyes were heavy.

"You killed King Ning, and the good days of the cabinet calling the wind and rain must be coming to an end."

Zhao Yan sighed, "As you wish, Zhao Changning's fate will not be much better."

"The situation in the capital is not clear. You take Shen Shuang and Princess Ning and go to Tongzhou to avoid the limelight. All matters have been arranged, and this deal between you and me is over."

When the first pillar of incense in front of the nunnery was burned out, the nunnery door opened, and it was the time for the nuns to chant scriptures. Under the dim candlelight, Lu Jinglan saw a man in Tsing Yi carrying a lantern through the window of the carriage. The female nun, with a beautiful appearance, is very different from the once lively Lu Chenshuang, her eyes are indifferent, and her eyes are really clean.

"Her name is Huixin now."

The monks are not among the five elements, hide their worldly names, and cut off their worldly worries, while most people in the world are still struggling in the sea of ​​suffering and cannot escape.

In the ear is the recitation of the Buddhist scriptures.

Lu Jinglan stared at Lu Chenshuang for a long time, and when the moon disappeared into the clouds in the middle of the night and the Venus rose, she finally said, "Let's go."

Zhao Yan was slightly taken aback.

But I heard Lu Jinglan say, "Since she has entered Buddhism and now has clear eyes and a pure heart, why would I bother to drag her down from the mundane world and suffer another catastrophe?"

Something happened to King Ning, and all the soldiers and beasts raised by King Ning scattered. What he had to do now was to lead Lu Chenyan out of the capital, instead of getting Shen Shuang involved again.

The swordsman jumped out of the carriage, the sapphire sword at his waist glowing with a cold light.

The voice turned cold, "Master Zhao, please leave now, I'm still waiting to see what happens to Master Zhao one by one."

Lu Jinglan's words were more like a curse. In the dark night, there was the sound of wind, and the moonlight elongated the youth's shadow.

He is just a leisurely swordsman, a ghost crawled out of hell.

If this unbearable world cannot give him justice, he doesn't mind coming in person with the sword in his hand.

Zhao Yan looked at Lu Jinglan's back indifferently, and thought, she won't wait too long.

There is also the sound of chanting.

The Buddha crosses the world, but he does not cross him. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, where is the end?

The Buddhist beads on her wrist moved, Zhao Yan laughed, her eyes were as bright as blood.

Ping An drove the carriage, and the carriage set foot on the way home.

He didn't know what the lord was doing here in the middle of the night, but the only thing he knew was that he should not tell outsiders anything about what the lord ordered him to do.

Since Zhao Yan returned to Zhao's house from the nunnery, she hasn't said much.

The swordsmen who went together never returned together.

It was as if he had never been there.