Peach Blossom Thousands of Calamities

In the early morning in the mountains, the smell of green grass and soil is fresh and intoxicating.

At dawn, the incense in the main hall had been burned and there was only half of it left. The wooden fish was beaten lightly. Dozens of highly respected monks in the temple held Buddhist beads and chanted the "Mantra of Rebirth" in their mouths. , devout prayers.

Even he himself doubted that he could really pray for blessings without distracting thoughts.He didn't understand those Buddhist scriptures, nor could he understand what the monks were chanting, so he just silently recited "Namo Amitabha Buddha" sentence by sentence. Perhaps this was the only thing he could do for Concubine Shu and his mother Qiu Fen in heaven. thing!

He lost his father since he was a child, and has been dependent on his mother since he was a child, and his mother finally chose his father when he grew up and chose to leave. This is the deepest pain in his heart.

Concubine Shu left just when he wanted to treat her like his own mother and enjoy the family relationship. From then on, it seemed that there would be no more close relatives in this world.

The ancient road behind him is long and winding, the grass is desolate, and the murderous intent is everywhere. He just wants to avoid it happily, but the throne at the end of the red carpet is what he disdains the most, but no one understands it. He only thinks that he is the flamboyant Prince Su who looks up to the world and only has what he has.

He is Xuan Tuo, and he is Wen Che.

When she wanted to walk away, she couldn't bear to let go of her smiling face when she was young. That smile was his bewitchment. He was destined to be a peach blossom catastrophe. For this catastrophe, he smiled and watched Jiangshan Fu, and listened to the songs of soldiers.

It was the Buddha's words that Shi Yu secretly crossed, and the monk in red suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Xuantuo, you were born in the emperor's family, so you have to fight hard for this country, just because your father is the one who is on top, and your reincarnation is your destiny. You have to thank him for your life."

The sound of hurried footsteps stopped outside the hall, and the monk in red pulled away in a moment of illusion, like Nankey Yimeng in front of the Buddhist hall, but it was so real that it was impossible to desecrate even the slightest bit.

"Master." Qing Fu called out in a low voice.

Exiting the solemn hall, Xuan Tuo knew that the news at this moment was absolutely inappropriate to disturb this Buddhist pure place.

Outside the hall, the young monk was cleaning the fallen leaves on the ground, but he swept and fell, and after falling and sweeping, he seemed leisurely and hardworking.

The two masters and servants walked quickly through the corridor hall, and finally found a quiet place.

"Say, what's the matter?"

Qing Fu looked around and said softly: "Master, now you are fine, but others can't hold back anymore!"

"Fourth brother?" Presumably, except for Xuan Zhuo, no one would dare to be so bold.

"Yes, I heard that the Holy Majesty has criticized him a lot recently, maybe he is too extravagant."

Sooner or later it will be his position, is it necessary to be so impatient?I meditated in my heart, but I couldn't say a word.

In such a move, the winner will be the king, and the loser will be the bandit. What are the chances of winning?

"Qingfu, bring a pen and paper."

For Wanjing, is he finally going to give it a go?

Using Xuantuo's memory, he swayed and counted crosses on Qingfu's back.

Dear friend:

After the death of my younger brother, mother and concubine, I knew that my younger brother was very stupid and stubborn, and my younger brother's unfilial piety has been the gloom for the rest of my life.

Gold and iron horses, chic and unrestrained, my younger brother doesn't care about past suspicions, only filial piety is the first.

Fair and fair lady, a gentleman is fond of jade, and when the palace congratulates, the younger brother will return the jade to Zhao.

Yours sincerely

The number of Liao Liao has been written with all my heart, "Qingfu, keep it properly, and send it to the fourth brother as soon as possible, there must be no mistake." Thinking that Xuan Tuo holds half of Chi Lan's soldiers, this military power is enough to calm things down.It's not a threat, but a little filial piety to the father of this different time and space. Just now, in front of the Buddha, he has made a wish.

"My lord, what are you writing?"

Xuan Tuo was very surprised, he didn't know when Wan Jing had quietly stood behind him, but he didn't notice it at all.

Seeing Wanjing smiling sweetly and looking bright, she looked like a mischievous little girl, completely lost the calmness and gracefulness of the past.

"It's nothing. I just need to deal with some affairs at the foot of the mountain. Does Wanjing want to help?" This sudden change made him feel very kind.

Wanjing smiled and said: "The prince is joking, the ministers and concubines are stupid, they just don't understand world affairs."

"Where does the princess come from?"

"Wanjing came from nowhere." She said, pointing to a mountain not far away, it was actually pink all over the mountain, it was peach blossom.

"My concubine has gazed at the Buddha's place all night, and even her words have become Zen." Xuan Tuo smiled, and he was amazed by the indescribable freedom and comfort of this little girl.

"Look at us for a while as a prince and a time as a concubine. It's really awkward to call me Wanjing, okay?"

"Okay, then I'll call you Wanjing, and you can call me Wen Che." I wanted to call "Jing'er", but it was disgusting, and I was afraid that before I could say it, I was scared away and landed in front of me. The dragonfly on the tip of the grass.

"Wen Che? Why is it called that name?" She was surprised.

"It's my mother's nickname. Besides mother, only you and I know it." There is no proof, and lying also requires art.

Wanjing smiled, in this mountain, the freshness and leisurelyness allowed her to put aside everything below the mountain for a while, and the long-lost mask could also be left in the corner of the box for a while.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. Being yourself is the most true and beautiful dream.