Should marry a concubine heart illuminating the moon

When the Empress was young, she was also a chivalrous swordsman in the rivers and lakes. She fought with Zhao Zongqian in the north and south, and trained her killing and hostility all over her body.Mother Yi Tianxia has restrained a lot since then, and the days of holding a sword are few and far between, but that ruthless determination is something that even Zhao Zongqian dreads.His Majesty the Emperor never dared to annoy the empress, such words were treated as gossip outside the palace, but no one in the majestic Forbidden Palace believed it.

Zhao Hui, who just learned to walk, suffered a lot at the hands of the strict Helian Wanyan, but the father did not dare to take sides, so he had to secretly comfort his daughter after she was wronged, so Zhao Hui was raised. Such a spoiled and arrogant temper.But not long after Zhao Hui's thorny road, a wandering monk came to the palace and talked with the empress for three nights by candlelight.The monks come and leave together, leaving all kinds of Dharma and Buddha to universalize all living beings.Since then, the queen empress has realized the happy nature, and she has the current appearance of being soft on the outside and strong on the inside.It is said that when they heard about this incident, thousands of officials in the court wept with joy and donated a lot of incense money to temples all over the world.

On the first day of the first lunar month, the empress would go to Longma Temple in Fuhua Mountain outside the city, eat fast and chant Buddha, and return home.In addition to the four princesses who were taken to the monastery by the empress's special kindness, there was one more person who received this honor this year.

Song Mingyue rode alone in a carriage, and her cherry red mouth never stopped, cursing Shen Yuxin all the way.She clearly promised to come last night, so she waited all night, and there was no one in sight when the cock crowed.When he was drowsy, he waited for Eunuch Xianzhong to arrive, and got into the carriage with a look of astonishment on his face, feeling even more uneasy at this moment.

In Song Mingyue's eyes, Zhao Hui was at best a clown with a little ink on his chest, no matter how hard he wanted the wind and the rain, he wouldn't dare to hurt her life.But the empress is different, if she were to die in this lush green mountain stream, she would die in obscurity, except for her younger brother Song Mingjue and Shen Yuxin, no one in the world would care about it.

The incense of Longma Temple has flourished for thousands of years. It is located on the mountainside of Huahua Mountain where the mountains overlap. The green ink stone steps from the foot of the mountain were built under the supervision of the empress in the second year of Taiyuan. Each stone step is carved with orchids, bamboos, plums and chrysanthemums The reliefs are just worn by many pilgrims praying on the mountain over the years, but they can still be seen as ingeniously crafted back then.

Song Mingyue fell a few stone steps away from the empress and the fourth princess, and because of years of hard work and the height of the stone steps, she was able to walk without much effort.The poor fourth princess, who usually eats, drinks, and has fun, is out of breath after walking halfway.The light-footed empress looked sideways at her back, and snorted coldly: "It's ridiculous that a pampered and delicate princess can't compare to a subjugated slave!"

Even though she was used to her mother's sudden cynicism, Zhao Hui took a deep breath and quickened her pace in front of the little man after all. Even if she couldn't walk side by side with her mother, she couldn't stand a stone step away.The competitive fourth princess still overestimated herself, and one accidentally sprained her foot.

The empress had a heart of stone, she didn't even look or ask, she just said: "Fengzhong carry your master well, don't bully her."

Obviously there is a strong and vigorous Feng Zhong, but he is betrayed by a weak and weak Feng Zhong.Feng Zhong, who was flattering and bullying, didn't dare to think too much, so he carried Zhao Hui on his back with all his might, took two steps without forgetting to flatter him, and said, "Master, is it safe for this slave to leave?"

The fourth princess, who was immersed in her mother's little caring words, was in a very good mood, and said smoothly: "It's okay, I will reward you when I go back."

Seeing this bitter scheme of hypocrisy and ignorance of the truth, Song Mingyue sneered secretly, only staring at the back of the white-clothed figure she would never dare to do anything wrong.

The group took their time and spent the whole morning finally arriving at the mountainside. From a distance, they saw a thick and honest figure standing on the stone steps with a kind smile on his face.

The abbot of Longma Temple is a fat middle-aged monk with four rings in two rows on his bald head.Song Mingyue had a relationship with this monk when he was young. At that time, Monk Bajie was not even qualified to be a junior novice. Because he made a small contribution when Zhao Zongqian broke through Longcheng, he jumped over the dragon gate and became a subordinate. The head of the abbot.When the empress was repairing the stone steps, the previous abbot passed away, but Monk Bajie refused to fill his forehead with the scars of the twelve rings that can only be seen by eminent monks. He said sincerely that his own merits were far from enough. A relic, it doesn't matter if it has the four scars or not.

However, in the thousands of years of Longma Temple, only one eminent monk has burned three relics, and it was at the beginning of the Song Dynasty when the Jin Dynasty was founded.Fortunately, this Monk Bajie has kind eyebrows, kind eyes and thick ears, which is somewhat similar to the Maitreya Golden Buddha, so he has won many good men and women.

Monk Bajie, Fa Sui stood ten feet away from the temple gate to greet him, when the group approached, he raised his palm and slightly bowed his head towards Helian Wanyan, and said softly, "All blessings, Empress."

Helian Wanyan hummed flatly, and walked past Fa Sui without any respect.Monk Bajie seemed to be used to it, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the weak figure following behind, with two thick lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and then led a group of people into the temple.

Who said that the empress is sincere to the Buddha, and the monk Bajie will be the first to stab someone with a knife.One of the three relics that were the treasures of the town temple back then was smashed to pieces by the angry empress.What the empress believed in was not Buddha, but the wandering monk back then.Monk Bajie has been curious for many years, what kind of profound Buddhist teachings does that wandering monk have that can convince the empress so much?It is said that the monk still drinks and eats meat! ?

Longma Temple is full of incense and incense. Although it is not comparable to the aristocratic family with bells and bells, it can still cast a golden body of Sakyamuni Buddha more than three feet high.Whenever the empress comes here, except for the golden Buddha in the Daxiong Palace, the rest must be hidden, otherwise the jealous empress will melt into gold bricks and go to help the poor.

The empress visited the various palaces, and went to the wing courtyard behind the palace with satisfaction.The empress didn't pay much attention to this point, so she picked a room at random and lived in it. From then on, she practiced sword every day, went back to her room at noon to chant scriptures, until the west fell.Day after day, I don't hear the sound of the wooden fish, and I don't ask about the Dharma.

This year is slightly different. The empress pointed to the next door to the wing she had dreamed of, and said to the unremarkable Song Mingyue in the crowd: "Song Mingyue, that room you live in."

Monk Bajie, whose eyes were narrowed into a slit due to obesity, opened his eyes slightly. Song Mingyue nodded without complaint, and followed the empress into her room.Hongluan bowed slightly to the monk, and said: "Abbot, come to deliver the meal again this evening."

Fa Sui gave a Buddhist ceremony, and the interest receded.Before leaving, he glanced back at Song Mingyue's room and muttered to himself, "The little girl is so tall..."

Song Mingyue took a look at the furnishings in the room. Although it was simple, it was a thousand times better than the small tile-roofed houses used by the palace people. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed contentedly.Just when I felt my eyelids were heavy, there was a knock at the door, probably from the person next door.Song Mingyue opened the door with ashes in her heart, and there really was Hongluan standing there with an expressionless face.

"Your Majesty is calling you."

Song Mingyue originally thought that the empress's wing room would be extravagantly furnished, but she didn't expect it to be the same as her own.The empress sat gracefully on the khaki wrinkled futon, warming tea in her hand, her movements were as smooth as her swordsmanship.It is said that once you have tasted the taste of wealth and honor, you will no longer be able to stand hardship and poverty, and women should be more vain.But the empress is like a simple and simple sword, shining brightly in the golden and green brilliance, and showing her sharpness even more in the shabby house.

Unfortunately, Song Mingyue had seen Helian Wanyan's swordsmanship.There is no trace of the stance of flowery fists and embroidered legs, the moves are deadly, and the sword pierces the heart.There were hundreds if not dozens of her fellow clan who died under Helian Wanyan's sword.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you back then?" Helian Wanyan handed Song Mingyue a cup of tea.

"Warning to the world?" Song Mingyue stared at the teacup.

"That's what Zhao Zongqian meant." Helian Wanyan smiled sarcastically, looking at the indifferent Song Mingyue, "Don't you dare drink my hot tea?"

Song Mingyue pinched the rim of the teacup with two fingers, immediately withdrew her hand, and said angrily, "It's hot."

Helian Wanyan smiled nonchalantly, drank a glass by herself, poured another, and sighed softly: "Since you have grown to this age, I will tell you the truth. The rumors were wrong back then, and everyone in the world I don’t know that I am the one who insists on killing the weeds, and it is Zhao Zongqian who keeps the two of you alive.”

Song Mingyue was shocked, and looked at this forty-year-old woman with fair skin and beautiful appearance in disbelief.

"Monk Fasui hid your siblings in the temple on the night when he broke down the city. I beheaded one of his relics to kill the old abbot who was so gloomy that he couldn't become a Buddha." , Helian Wanyan's eyes darkened, "But I can't see clearly until now, what's the use of keeping you alive in the Southern Jin Dynasty?"

Song Mingyue's heart was torn apart, she managed to restrain her trembling all over, but she couldn't open her mouth no matter what.

Helian Wanyan suddenly felt bored, restrained his hostility a little, and said with a sneer: "It scares you, no one will believe that you came from a prominent family, and you were once a nobleman of the royal family. I can't bear to be so pitiful. What's more You have kept yourself in the palace all these years, and I have no reason to execute you. Princess Mingyue, tell me, what should I do with you?"

Song Mingyue pinched the teacup again with two fingers, threw it up, met Helian Wanyan's eyes without any fear, and said calmly: "It's life or death, but at the moment of your mother's thought, Song Mingyue thinks she can't ignore it. Just killing me will only add a ray of unjust souls to the empress's sword."

Helian Wanyan knew very well that for a woman of Yu Song Mingyue's life experience, it is God's kindness to have a confidante with a poor fate, and the deadliest thing is that life is worse than death.So she smiled arrogantly: "There are so many dead souls under my sword, but I don't have to kill you."

"In exchange for what?" Song Mingyue unconsciously licked her lips.

Helian Wanyan filled Song Mingyue's empty cup, and said unhurriedly: "Start with your life's careful planning, if you enter the house and become that branch phoenix, I will treat you as my own, and protect you." Your half life is glorious."

The empress's hands, whether pouring tea or holding the sword, are always as stable as Mount Tai, and the small teacup that can be drunk in one gulp is full and does not leak.Song Mingyue lowered her head and pondered for a long time, then raised her head from the cup, her eyes were like water, and she said, "Okay, but I beg you to spare one person, don't let her get involved too deeply."

Helian Wanyan smiled: "You mean Mr. Shen? You really have a deep affection for him."

Song Mingyue's face turned pale immediately. If she didn't say this, Shen Yuxin would probably stay out of the matter, but just a few words from her right now pushed Shen Yuxin into the abyss with her own hands.

Seeing this, Helian Wanyan became suspicious, and said calmly, "If he hadn't sent a picture of visiting relatives that day, there would be no long talk today, how could he stay out of it?"

Song Mingyue was devastated when she left, and the empress's vegetarian meal was extraordinarily sweet.