He has not lived enough

Master Yun Shen nodded in relief, and the two chatted for a while before getting up to leave. Zhao Yu knew that he had a lot of work and didn't want to keep him anymore, so he personally took Yun Shen to...

Master Yun Shen nodded in relief, and the two chatted for a while before getting up to leave. Zhao Yu knew that he had a lot of business and didn't want to keep him anymore, so he personally sent Master Yun Shen to the door before returning.

After giving Niu Qianli and Zhang Defu a few words, Zhao Yu went back to his room for a lunch break—he had already left a message in the dark cell of the palace before leaving, that the masked man would probably come at night, and he had to recharge his batteries in advance good.

Zhao Yu's plan was very good. Meimei slept all afternoon, and at night she went to wait for the masked man refreshed, but in the end she didn't see anyone after waiting for most of the night.

When Zhang Defu came to wake Zhao Yu up the next day, he was sleeping soundly lying on the edge of the bed, with neat clothes but no quilt, and a book beside him.

Zhang Defu hurried over to wake him up: "My little ancestor! Why did you fall asleep like this?"

Zhao Yu opened his eyes in a daze and still wanted to sleep. Zhang Defu quickly woke him up, and said in a babbling manner: "The old slave said that someone will watch for you in the house. If you don't like it, what if you are going to catch a cold now?" make?"

Zhao Yu couldn't sleep because of the headache caused by his loud yelling, and regretted not leaving Zhang Defu in the palace and letting Su Shun come over, at least Su Shun's voice must not be so loud.

He was just making complaints about himself. A few days ago, Lu Yun had just corrected Su Shun's foot, and he had to rest in bed for at least three months. Besides, even if Su Shun was fine, Zhang Defu would definitely be worried that he would come out with him.

But Zhao Yu knew that Zhang Defu was worried about himself, so he rubbed his eyes and got up and muttered: "Okay, okay, I just changed the bed last night and couldn't sleep for a while, so I got up and read a book, and fell asleep without knowing it."

Zhang Defu still couldn't help nagging a lot, Zhao Yu knew he was wrong, so he let him talk for a long time, pinched his nose and drank a bowl of ginger tea, Zhang Defu saw that he did not show any signs of cold, so he reluctantly put it down Come on.

While Zhang Defu went out to share the breakfast, Zhao Yu checked the house carefully to make sure that no one had been there last night.

Disappointment is inevitable, but Zhao Yu didn't care too much about it. The masked man wouldn't pay attention to where he was every day, and there were five days before the death of the original owner's mother, so he might come someday.

Zhao Yu, who put this matter aside for the time being, began to prepare for the anniversary of his death. Needless to say, he bathed and burned incense every day, and even copied some scriptures by himself for that day.

Five days later, on the day of death, Zhao Yu took only Zhang Defu and Niu Qianli, and together with Master Yun Shen went to the back mountain valley, where the original owner's mother was buried.

That place is not close to the courtyard where Zhao Yu lives, and the mountain road is not easy to walk, but Zhao Yu did not take a sedan chair to show his filial piety, but walked over step by step. When he arrived there, more than half an hour had passed .

In order not to attract attention, this cemetery is not conspicuous. It is only surrounded by dense pines and cypresses, forming an independent cemetery with a square meter of [-] meters. The ground is paved with bluestones to form a narrow road. It extends all the way to the tombstone.

It looks inconspicuous from the outside, there is only a meditation room next to the cemetery, and there is a monk who lives here daily and also guards and cleans.

Several kinds of flowers and trees that the original owner's mother liked were planted in this courtyard, which bloomed in turn in different seasons, especially an unknown tree standing next to the tomb. Every time the original owner came to pay homage, he would catch up with it when it bloomed. The flower is not very big, it is crystal clear like sapphire, and has a delicate and elegant fragrance, but if the petals get on the body, the original owner will be able to smell the fragrance for several days, even taking a bath can't wash it off.

But the strange thing is that only the original owner can smell this scent, and the palace servants around him said no, so the original owner has a special impression of this tree.

This is the original owner's deep memory, and it's not a big deal. Zhao Yuyuan didn't notice it, but the moment he stepped into the cemetery, he smelled a strange fragrance, and couldn't help saying: "It smells so good."

Niu Qianli sniffed hard after hearing this, and said blankly, "What fragrance is it? Why haven't I smelled anything?"

Zhao Yu walked forward along the scent, and he saw the tree in the memory of the original owner. He pointed to the flower on it: "It's the scent of this flower, can't you smell it?"

Zhang Defu was used to it, so he pulled Niu Qianli back, signaling him not to speak loudly.

In fact, Zhang Defu didn't smell it himself, but Zhao Yu would sigh like this every time he came here in the past, and asked them if they had smelled it.

At first he would tell the truth that he didn't smell it, but later, in order to prevent Zhao Yu from getting entangled in this matter, Zhang Defu fooled and said that he had smelled it too.

After all, he didn't dare to say that Zhao Yu had a problem with his sense of smell when no one in the circle could smell it.

But Master Yun Shen said: "Amitabha, I think this fragrance of flowers is only for those who are predestined, and we still have no chance to enjoy it."

This reason made Zhao Yu speechless. Sure enough, Buddhism is a word of fate to go to the world.

But it's really not a big deal, Zhao Yu didn't think about it for a while, after all, that's not the purpose of coming here today.

His eyes turned to the tomb next to the tree. On the tombstone were engraved the seven characters "Tomb of the Concubine Jiang He'er", and beside it was the date of birth and death of the owner of the tomb.

Zhao Yu made some calculations, the original owner's mother was only 25 years old when she died, and Zhao Yu was only four or five years old at that time, even in ancient times when life expectancy was generally short, she died young.

The woman who was as beautiful as a spring flower flashed past in his mind, and Zhao Yu's expression darkened, not only because of the influence of the emotions in the memory of the original owner, but also because he really felt sorry for that woman.

After calming down, Zhao Yu took a broom and cleaned around the cemetery himself.

The cemetery is cleaned and maintained by monks on a daily basis, but it is inevitable that there will be some fallen leaves. After cleaning and washing hands, they will put the tribute flowers and fruits and scriptures copied by themselves on the bluestone table in front of the tomb for the third year. Zhu Xiang respectfully knelt in front of the tombstone and bowed three times.

Although this is not his mother, after all, Zhao Yu is doing these things sincerely in the body of someone else's son, and there is no reluctance.

After Zhao Yu paid homage, Master Yunyin clasped his hands together and recited "Amitabha Buddha" to the tombstone, with a look of compassion on his brows, and recited a Buddhist scripture in a low voice as a sacrifice.

Zhao Yu suddenly wondered whether the original owner's mother had an old acquaintance with Master Yun Shen, otherwise why she asked to be buried here alone.

Just as Zhao Yu was about to ask, a sudden gust of wind blew off many petals from the tree next to the tomb and landed on Zhao Yu's body.

At the same time as the petals came the scent of flowers. Zhao Yu looked up in a daze, but suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, as if he had been stung by something, and subconsciously patted it with his hands.

Seeing his movements, Zhang Defu hurried forward to ask, but Zhao Yu took a few shots but didn't see the bugs coming down, so he waved his hands indifferently and stood up and said, "It's okay, maybe I was stung by a bee."

Hearing that Zhang Defu was stung by a bee, Zhao Yu intercepted his scream in time, and hurriedly said: "I didn't get stung, I shot it off."

Zhang Defu was still worried, and he seemed to want to check carefully, but he knew it was not suitable at the moment, so he held back.

But after this episode, Zhao Yu forgot what he was going to ask just now. Master Yun Shen also looked at the sky and said, "It's almost noon, and it might rain later. Let's go back after the little benefactor finishes offering sacrifices."

The valley is very humid, and it rains at noon almost every day, so Zhao Yu agreed, and finally bowed to the tombstone and the group went back.

Hurrying, I finally got back to my residence before it rained. As soon as I arrived in the small courtyard, it rained heavily and quickly. However, the rain came and went quickly, but it stopped after 20 minutes. It takes away the trace of heat accumulated in the morning, which makes people feel very refreshing.

Zhao Yu took a breath of the fresh air after the rain and sighed: "No wonder those hermits and masters love to live in the mountains. The weather is sunny and the water is bright every day, so I forget all the troubles."

Master Yunshen said with a smile: "There are delicacies on the mountain, and there are good things in the mundane world. I'm afraid I'll get bored if I live here for a long time."

Niu Qianli, who had never dared to speak out in the cemetery, agreed again and again: "This mountain is clean, but I'm just a layman, so I think it's better to be lively and popular, besides..."

He scratched his ears embarrassingly: "Although the food in this temple is delicious, it's just that there is less oil and water. I have seen the birds flying in the sky these days. It's so greedy. I can't bear it if I live here every day." ..."

Zhao Yu was amused by him, but the words are crude but not unreasonable. The life that ordinary people want most is not to be able to eat meat every day. No matter how lofty and aloof he is, he is actually nothing more than a cysticercus.

Just when he was about to say that he would give Niu Qianli more meat when he went back, Zhao Yu suddenly felt dizzy. Fortunately, he was sitting on a chair and no one else could tell, but Master Yun Shen saw that his face was not very good, so he asked him tired.

Zhao Yu pressed his temples: "Maybe I'm a little tired from walking today, it's okay."

Master Yunshen knew that he was weak, so he let him rest well and said goodbye first, and Niu Qianli also walked away with a rare wink.

After sending them away, Zhang Defu saw that Zhao Yu was still sick and wanted to call the imperial doctor, but Zhao Yu stopped him: "I'm just tired, if they prescribe some bitter medicine, I'll get sick after drinking it."

This time Lu Yun did not accompany her, and according to the experience of the original owner, other imperial physicians would safely prescribe some medicines for recuperation regardless of whether they diagnosed the disease or not. Zhao Yu didn't want to ask for trouble.

What's more, he himself felt that he was just tired. After all, he walked back and forth on the mountain road for more than ten miles today, which was indeed a bit far for him who lacked exercise.

Seeing that he insisted on Zhang Defu, he had no choice but to give up. After lunch, Zhao Yu's spirit really improved, and Zhang Defu was relieved to help him change his clothes and take a nap.

Xu was really tired, Zhao Yu fell asleep after touching the pillow, and slept until the sky darkened.

After waking up, Zhao Yu didn't feel dizzy any more, but his legs were sore, which must be the sequelae of climbing up and down the mountain.

Seeing him grinning as he walked, Zhang Defu suggested: "Master, I heard that hot springs are the best way to relieve fatigue. The soup pool in our backyard has been cleaned up. Would you like to try it tonight?"

As soon as Zhao Yu heard it, he forgot about it, and immediately agreed to come down, and wandered to the hot spring after dinner for a while.

Rejecting Zhang Defu's strong request to wait on him again, Zhao Yu changed his clothes and went into the backyard soup pool by himself.

Because it was a hot spring, Zhao Yu was only wrapped in a loose bathrobe, and inside was only a circle around the waist.

Regardless of whether he is the emperor, he still has no swimming trunks to wear now, but he is the only one in total, and even if he goes into battle in a vacuum, he can't hurt others' eyes.