After being reborn, she was pregnant with the cub of the late emperor

Bodhisattva

married couple

Luo Fu rode alone in a car, and Song Yun and Yan Yunshen rode together.The horse-drawn carriage was driving fast towards Lanzhou. No one could have imagined that not only the Tai Tuo was sitting in the simple carriage, but also the "dead" Queen Mother of Yan Kingdom.

It is not easy to get along with Yan Yunshen.Especially the interior of the carriage was not spacious, and Song Yun was holding a dog, but when he moved, he would touch Yan Yunshen's knee.Although the attitude has been sitting upright with closed eyes and resting his mind, Song Yun still dare not show his air.

——I can't explain why I am so afraid of him, Song Yun is not so reserved in front of her own father.

Fortunately, the speed of the carriage was very fast, and it soon left the territory of Quezhou and entered Lanzhou.

Song Yun and his party didn't rest at the post station all the way, and they didn't even take the official road after entering Lanzhou.

Gradually getting remote, when Song Yun began to wonder if Yan Yunshen was looking for a hidden place to kill people and throw away the corpses, the carriage finally arrived at its destination.

It is a Buddhist hall in Lanzhou. To be precise, it is the Guanyin Hall dedicated to Guanyin. It is more than ten miles away from the Xu family's old house in the city.

That year Song Yun followed his mother back home for the funeral, and saw it from a distance on the road, but never went in to rest—this Guanyin Hall is too small, not to mention being compared with Miaofeng Temple, the private halls of dignitaries and dignitaries are bigger than this.

The temple is small and there are few monks in the temple.The old abbot, who seemed to be acquainted with Yan Taifu, arranged for Taifu to stay with him at night. Seeing that Song Yun was wearing a Luo skirt, he arranged for him to live with Luo Fu.

Song Yun thought this was inappropriate, and before she could speak, Yan Yunshen spoke first: "That girl lives alone."

The old abbot raised his cloudy eyes, looked at everyone present, put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, goodness."

The old abbot arranged a place for Luo Fu and went back to the meditation room to rest.

This Avalokitesvara hall is really small, and there is not enough room for the meditation room. Luofu lived in one room alone, leaving only the firewood room which is vacant.The abbot didn't arrange his own residence, Song Yun thought to himself, do you want to share the room with the Taifu?No, the Taifu has to live in the abbot's house.Not to mention that "men and women are different" on the surface, it is not decent for three people to squeeze together, even if you are a man, you can't fall asleep with the Taifu in front of you, and you will have nightmares when you fall asleep.

Song Yun stood in the hall with statues of Bodhisattvas, in a dilemma. After thinking for a long time, he finally dared to speak: "Teacher..."

Yan Yunshen turned around and walked into the back of the main hall, took out two plain quilts and put them on the ground.

"Your Majesty, let's arrange it earlier." After saying that, he went out with his hands behind his back.

sleep here?on the ground?

After Yan Yunshen stepped out of the palace gate, Song Yun caught up to see——

The Taifu stepped down the stairs slowly, and the light of the bright moon shone on him, adding a bit of loneliness to his thin and tall back.Such an image reminded Song Yun of what he saw last Mid-Autumn Festival.

Strangely, the Taifu did not drink alcohol tonight and was very sober, but Song Yun inexplicably felt that he was more depressed than last time, his back was not as straight as when he first met, and his steps were extraordinarily heavy, as if every step was extraordinarily difficult.

The moonlight fell on him, like a gilded shackle, chaining the immortal on the altar to the mortal world.

The shackles did not fall on Song Yun.

It took two lifetimes to get the result that a close relative was no longer alive.In an instant, the belief that had been propped up collapsed.

Song Yun didn't know what kind of person his biological mother was, and he didn't even know who he was now—after he was reborn, he felt that his parents loved him so much that they called their son a daughter out of some consideration for him. Although his father was reticent and treated him coldly, he cared a lot about him in his heart.

But, will this mean that he is being affectionate, overestimating himself, and overestimating his parents' feelings for him?

According to the information obtained so far, the entanglement between the birth mother and the Taifu is far more complicated than that with the father.What happened that year?Did the biological mother have to marry the father?Is the father protecting Song Yun or does he really dislike Song Yun?

Like a dark night where no exit can be found, all doubts have no answers.

Song Yun felt powerless, depressed, and angry about this.

The smell of inferior wax in the main hall gave Song Yun a splitting headache, and even his breathing became a little heavy.

Qi Yin wagged his tail and said beside him: "I smell the scent of joss sticks, do you want Yunyun to offer incense to worship? It's the middle of the moon again tonight. When the aura of heaven and earth is most abundant, sincere sacrifices are most effective."

His voice broke the darkness.A piece of moonlight fell on Song Yun's heart.

The turbulence of the journey keeps the heart filled with chaotic pasts hanging, becoming a silent nightmare during the day and a nightmare at night.

Song Yun has always wanted to find her biological mother and let her life experience be revealed.Although I once thought that my biological mother might not be alive, but before I got the exact news, I still had a glimmer of hope.

However, Tai Tu did not refute what Hu Fu said.The person named Ting Shuang is probably Song Yun's biological mother, and she is probably no longer alive.

People always have to accept the reality, because of the pain of reality and hope to get blessing and relief from gods and Buddhas.

Qi Yin couldn't see it, but he was right, it was the middle of the moon, and the full moon hung high outside.

Song Yun knelt down in front of the Bodhisattva, bowed deeply, knocked his forehead on the futon, and suddenly didn't want to wake up.

Can Bodhisattva tell him what to do next?

The biological mother passed away, and all the insiders were reluctant to mention the past.As for Song Yun herself, she used to be the queen mother who could not reveal the secret of being a man, but now she is alive but her name is dead, and her identity is even more embarrassing.

The accumulation of exhaustion for many days seems to have multiplied at this moment. Song Yun is tired and drowsy. If he really wants to kneel here for a long time, he will be illuminated by the holy light, be a dull person, and stop thinking about anything .

There was a rustling sound of rubbing against the ground, Song Yun raised his head slowly, and saw Qi Yin struggling to push the futon with his two front paws.He couldn't see, couldn't find the direction, and couldn't use his unused claws. He simply pushed his head against it, which looked really funny.

Song Yun pushed the futon and moved him to a position next to her, and straightened the little black dog's folded ears, "What do you want to worship, Your Majesty?"

Qi Yin bent his hind legs, leaned on the futon, raised one front leg and put it on Song Yun's shoulder and pressed down: "Bodhisattva is on top, mother-in-law is on top, and the unfinished etiquette must be done."

The strength on the shoulders was not strong, but Song Yun's heart thumped, and all limbs and bones felt light and weak in an instant.

Is there any unfinished etiquette between him and Qi Yin?Only those who went to the palace to celebrate that night and were exempted.

In folk marriages, one must worship the heavens and the earth to worship the parents, and finally the husband and wife worship each other.

At that time, the emperor was "seriously ill" and there were no decent elders in the palace, so these etiquettes were all waived, and sending Song Yun to Kunning Palace indiscriminately was regarded as a courtesy.

Who would have thought that there is still today?

To become a husband and wife is to be witnessed by heaven and earth, and to be in love for a lifetime.

Tonight, the lonely temple in the wild is extremely simple and has no relatives or friends, but the presence of the Bodhisattva is the best witness.

Song Yun let the furry black paw on his shoulder push him down, and hit his forehead on the futon again.

Then get up.

Goodbye.

Get up.

Three prayers.

"Now, Yunyun is really Qi Yin's widow." After three worships, Qi Yin jumped up happily, circling and wagging his tail.

Song Yun blushed again and again, pinching the dog's mouth, "I can't spit out ivory from the dog's mouth... what widow?"

Aren't you still alive?Although the dog looks like a dog.

Qi Yin pressed his wet nose against him, and loosened his five fingers, "Does Yunyun want to deny it? The Bodhisattva is above, and the mother-in-law has a spirit in the sky. They are all witnesses."

Qi Yin called Song Yun's nameless biological mother her mother-in-law.

Song Yun blushed so hot that he didn't dare to look at Qi Yin. He turned his back and said in an inaudible voice, "Nonsense..."

Qi Yin listened to Song Yun with his ears upright, and then began to play a rogue, rolling on the ground: "I don't care! Anyway, after the ceremony, Yunyun is mine, and I am Yunyun's person—no, it's Yunyun the dog—”

Song Yun couldn't help laughing out loud: "How can there be such a cheap emperor? If a good person doesn't act, he calls himself a dog? Get up, no matter what he looks like, the Bodhisattva will laugh at him."

Qi Yin: "You have to kiss Yunyun before you get up!"

"I can't keep my mouth shut." Song Yun confessed.

Qi Yin frowned aggrievedly, "Then rub your head."

Song Yun complied.

Qi Yin is a smooth-haired dog, and he will be honest after rubbing it a few times. He burrowed into Song Yun's arms and said softly, "Don't be afraid of the Taifu. After all, he is a civil servant. I still have a lot of power in the court, and Pei Jili has the military power. Quite a few, Taifu dare not do anything to you, we will fight this old fox slowly. Mother-in-law is watching from the sky, she will be at ease with me taking care of Yunyun."

Song Yun looked down at him, his vision blurred.

Qi Yin knew what was pressing in his heart, understood his hesitation and fear, and comforted him with a lifelong support.

Before Song Yun had time to wipe away the tears that fell on the dog's head, Qi Yin felt his head wet and shook his head, "Is it raining?"

Song Yun smiled with tears: "Well, it's raining. Good rain knows the season."

Qi Yin frowned, "Good poetry!" He pushed his head to the quilt that was placed aside, "The night is cold and wet, go to bed early, and we will deal with the Tai Tuo tomorrow."

Song Yun let out a "hmm", rolled out the bedding, and hugged Qi Yin to sleep in the main hall.

Qi Yin poked his head under the quilt: "Heaven and earth have worshiped, and next year I have to make up for the bridal chamber. I don't know how much the new body is compared to my original one, but it is definitely not as good as before. After all, I used to be—"

Song Yun quickly blew up the lamp so that the Bodhisattva would not see him blushing.

What a sin, Song Yun thought, to have such bad thoughts in front of the Buddha like Qi Yin.

The author says:

Who is so sweet?It's so sweet to me.Here's two hundred (bushi) for both of you