Chapter 37
"Young master Liu, is my mother and concubine OK?" The blue skirt of Duanyang emperor Ji lightly brushed the blue gray lotus brick. As soon as she went out, she tried every means to support her aunt Shanggong, in exchange for a precious journey with Liu Fuyi.
She didn't dare to look directly into Liu Fuyi's eyes, deliberately provoking the topic with a trace of subtle tremor.
"Don't worry, it will be OK." Liu Fu Yi has a light smile. He is used to looking at each other when he talks. The sincerity in his eyes is irresistible.
Duanyang quickly glanced at him, and his voice became softer and softer, "that's good..."
When she arrived at Fengyang palace, the young emperor Ji wanted to say goodbye to her sweetheart. Unexpectedly, the door of the palace was pushed open from inside to outside, and the maid of honor, who looked like a big doll, came out. The swallow rushed at her like a bird in the woods, "your Highness!"
"Peiyu? "The Dragon Boat Festival sees the figure clearly, in the heart depressed extremely," how? "
Peiyu took Duanyang's arm and looked worried: "Your Highness is frightened. It's hot outside. Come in quickly to relieve the heat. "Again, he gave a brilliant smile to Liu Fu's clothes." please, Mr. Liu. "
Standing in the distance, Liu Fuyi looked at Peiyu quietly and left with interest. On the face of Duanyang, he immediately looked lost: "Mr. Liu "
Liu Fuyi turned around and listened patiently.
"I, in fact, I "She hesitated.
Duanyang doesn't understand. Those aristocratic childe, always like a fly around her, sometimes she gives who a look, will be interpreted as preference. She has always hated these self righteous people, but now this person, clearly she has done this, he seems to know nothing.
The more polite he was, the more anxious she was, even though she knew it was not the best time.
Liu Fuyi looked at her black and hesitant eyes, and slowly showed a smile of pity: "I know."
"Do you know what the palace is going to say? "Diji stands in the same place and asks questions, questions and surprises coexist.
Liu Fu's clothes nodded, and Yu Guang swept the anxious Peiyu under the eaves and advised: "Your Highness, go into the hall, be careful of heatstroke. "
there is a trace of loss in Duanyang's eyes.
"Tao Ying said to the palace that as long as the goddess returns, the fortune of the palace will be on the right path. "
Mu Yao frowned:" where is the goddess? "
"Yes." With a long sigh, the fine lines in the corners of her eyes became more and more obvious. "At that time, Minmin was only five years old and didn't know anything. My palace asked him how to return the goddess to her place."
Later, her expression became unnatural. The corners of her mouth turned down, and her eyes showed the emotion between fear and resentment. "Tao Ying told me that on the 10th of September, she brought Duanyang emperor Ji to Xingshan temple to make people worship the goddess. After the ceremony, the goddess could return to her place. It's a top secret. You can't let anyone know about it. "
Mu Yao's eyes became colder and colder, almost like two laser beams, straight through the forehead of Princess Zhao: "on the 10th of September, did the empress go to the appointment?"
Princess Zhao looked down at the cup and fell into silence. For a long time, she was biting her teeth and her forehead was blue. "There are three abbots in Xingshan temple, all of whom are the confidants of the palace. One of them came to our palace in the night and told us that he found a lot of flint and straw in Tao Ying's residence. "
There was a moment of silence in the hall, and there was even a faint sound of cicadas outside the window.
"The empress found something wrong with it. Did she question Tao Ying? "
" I have no doubt about Tao Ying and others, and I offer them delicious food "Imperial concubine Zhao clenched her teeth." when the palace asked him what the "ceremony" was, he told the palace that the so-called return of the goddess was to suffer a fire, return her soul to the Western Paradise, and be reborn in Nirvana. "
The three men leaned feebly against the back of their chairs. Now it seems that these people are not members of the esoteric sect. They are the self Immolation cult who have mixed into the royal temple and got rid of themselves.
Ling Miaomiao couldn't help but put in a mouthful: "it's only when people die that they say that the soul has returned to the West. Tao Ying says so. Does the empress believe it?"
Princess Zhao clenched the cup, but she was silent with a complicated expression.
"I heard that the empress had a bad disease. Every time the weather turned cold, her health went from bad to worse." The voice of Mu Sheng reverberated in the hall. Yaqing's eyelashes covered the emotion in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth cocked up. "The empress is also dubious, but at the critical moment, a dead horse can also be a live horse doctor, right?"
His words were extremely mean, so mean that Princess Zhao's hands were white.
"Tao Ying promised that after the fire, only the spirit of the goddess would return to her place. Diji would be fine." She seemed to be defending something. Seeing the different faces of the people, she said softly, "on the tenth day of September, my palace held Minmin, and she didn't know anything. She kept making trouble in my palace arms and wanted to eat osmanthus cake..."
Mu Yao sighed: "mother and son are connected. After all, the empress is reluctant to take risks..."
A daughter in exchange for interests, Wu Huang's cruel role has long been tried. It's just that any mother who has considered this way, even if she just thinks about it, will feel that this idea is like a mountain pressing on her heart. Every time her daughter calls "Niang" sweetly, it will be heavier.
Therefore, over the years, Princess Zhao has not only cherished, but also felt guilty for her adoration of Duanyang emperor Ji.Princess Zhao showed a sarcastic smile: "reluctant to..."
"But she was not willing to give up hope, so she thought of a way to have the best of both worlds." Mu Yao's eyes turned cold in an instant, just like a rolling drink of water frozen in an instant, and then the words were more and more fierce, "so you found a girl who was born on the same day and the same year with the emperor's concubine, as the substitute of the Dragon Boat Festival Emperor's concubine, to try whether it can really be Nirvana after the fire penalty."
Zhao Taifei silently listen to, the bottom make-up has some off, a youth is not in the face appears some ferocious, speechless.
"Niang Niang, is Nirvana over?"
“……”
In the Grand Hall of Xingshan temple, the clay Bodhisattvas on both sides opened their way. The little girl was dressed in the most gorgeous clothes, with heavy gold ornaments on her neck and wrist, and was tied to the altar by ropes.
"Goddess "
" goddess "
one voice after another is like a ghost, with a thrilling fanaticism and excitement.
The top of the empty hall is a mural made of indigo and cinnabar. A huge ten petaled lotus is lying on the top of people's heads, red as blood, and blue as night.
The fire burst into the sky, and instantly burned the altar into a fireball. The shrill cry was like a steel knife, tearing everyone's scalp.
The dream immediately woke up.
"And what did the lady do?" Mu Sheng pressed step by step, "when you see things out of control, you escape and make people close the door of the hall..."
"No, no You don't know! " Princess Zhao stares at the faces of Mu Yao's sister and brother. Her eyes are like the snake's letter licking, and her nerves wander away repeatedly. "It's not our palace, it's Tao Ying. He's a madman at all! He spilled oil all over the whole Xingshan temple. He just wanted everyone to die together
Things out of the control of Princess Zhao, in that thrilling moment, she suddenly came to the top, understand all the absurd deception. It's just the return of the ridiculous goddess, if known by others
"You said Tao Ying wanted to die in the fire. What about the three abbots? When you ordered people to lock the door of the temple, did you think about them? " Mu Yao's tone of rebuke means more strong, "in that, not everyone wants to die. When you lock the door, you just want to completely cover it up. Did you hear the sound of clapping the door?"
Death is far more terrible than imagined. When great pain comes, all life tends to follow instinct.
Who doesn't want to live? Who is willing to * block keywords *?
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Princess Zhao's cold sweat fell from her forehead drop by drop. Her face was pale, and a tired and miserable smile slowly appeared.
"It wasn't until the time of Hai that the news spread to the former Emperor, saying that Tao Ying and others were evil people who set fire to themselves The fire burned for a day and a night. The outline of Xingshan temple is still there, and the people inside have already turned to ashes. None of the people who should be dealt with has fallen. No one knows what the palace is going to do when it goes there on the 10th of September. "
A trace of irony flashed in her eyes: "no, there's only one person left to know."
"That man is the flesh and blood of our palace, the son of heaven now. Before the incident, my palace was confused for a moment. For fear that there would be no day for mother and son to reunite after the fire, I went to see her brother with Minmin in my arms and said a lot, which must have been revealed at that time. " She gently raised the corner of her mouth So, all is retribution. "
The crown prince, who was cultivated by the queen, was silent and precocious. He guessed the secret. He didn't expose his mother, but since then, he has a deep dislike for her.
When the Royal Xingshan temple was newly built, it was burned down and hundreds of people died. It was not a good omen to provoke evil spirits and disturb the beloved imperial concubine.
emperor deas like as two peas, who ordered the old temple to be sealed up and rebuilt a new temple in the same place.
Ten years later, people only knew that the palace in Chang'an city was a royal temple, but they didn't know that the abandoned residence in the suburbs was the real body.
"How can the living be called retribution?" Mu Sheng's face is the opposite of that of Princess Zhao. His voice is very light, almost like telling a bedtime story. "If you want to see the ghost who died unjustly, you can't let go of the empress and the emperor's concubine."
Imperial concubine Zhao raised her head and was terrified: "you said You mean... "
"You heard me right." Mu Sheng burst out a very fresh and beautiful smile, "injustice has a head, debt has a owner. A little psychedelic incense, how can you let Diji nightmares? The maid in waiting must have been wronged. "
"Lady." The door of the palace was suddenly pushed open, revealing the anxious face of aunt Shanggong. She said hastily, "Your Majesty is coming."
Before her voice fell, her whole body was lifted aside by the sleeves of the black court clothes, and the young emperor, with the summer heat, stormed into the palace.
The tea on the table is cold. The emperor has a deep face like a knife and an axe, and the shape of a pair of cold black eyes is like a stroke of thick ink, smooth and noble.
Ling Miaomiao takes a look. Oh, the emperor in front of him has the same eye type as Mu Sheng.
He came in a hurry before changing his court clothes. The scarlet sunset colored the gold thread on his clothes. He looked around in black for a week. Regardless of the guests, he said to Princess Zhao: "I sent Peiyun to the Duanyang palace. My mother asked me if I had any advice."I didn't expect that the time of confrontation between mother and son was coming so soon. Before she recovered from the conversation, she stared at him with a pale face.
The Emperor didn't like his mother and was even more indifferent to the affairs of gods and ghosts.
Such a big qintianjian has been supported by the weather forecast for so many years and has raised so many pretentious alchemists that no one dares to jump in front of the emperor.
At this time, Mu Sheng, Mu Yao and Ling Miaomiao naturally belong to the Fang Shiqun clan. Under the displeasure of the emperor, they feel as if they are on their backs.
Mu Sheng stood up, as tall as the young emperor. Two handsome teenagers stood face to face. The emperor's mouth was tight, but the black lotus was not smiling.
Two people's eyes are short-term relative, and soon indifferent to stagger, that moment, the noble emperor slightly frowned.
Mu Sheng has bowed to salute, and his eyelashes are overturned. Humbly, he can't see any edge: "I'm leaving."
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