Chapter 303 - You Can Only Be a Prince

She doesn't understand!

These things, when she collected data in archaeology, casually turned over a few Dharma books, and then wrote them after a few eyes.

Ji Yunshu said: "People have seen the Buddha for a lifetime, but they can't understand the true meaning of the Buddha until death, and the so-called Buddha in their hearts is just self-comfort."

“Mrs. Kong is speechless.

"I just want to ask the lady a word, what is the reason for the lady's faith?"

Oh!

No one ever asked Mrs. Kong this question, and her elegant face was dazed and astonished.

For a long time –

Return: "Buddha, just Buddha, but without Buddha, I don't know what I am."

"You are still a mother."

It was as if the word awakened the dreamer, Madame Kong's face changed, and she stood up from the ground.

He also helped her up and got up.

When she got up, Mrs. Kong seemed to have a little effort, but the beads in her hand did not leave their hands, moved to the window, and reached out and pushed open a window.

The warm wind blew in, blowing the thick candle aroma a little.

On the window sill, there are a few petals of peach blossoms.

Looking at the vibrant peach blossoms in the yard, Mrs. Kong's eyes burst into tears.

She took a little cold tone, said: "Yi has been with me since she was a child, never contrary to my meaning, she is very good, very sensible, is a good girl, good daughter, I remember more than ten years ago, I have a serious illness, she will accompany me all day, every day, the small body shrinks to the bedside, night and night guard me, at that time, she was only seven years old."

When she spoke, there was a rare smile on the corner of Mrs. Kong’s lips.

With desolation again.

He listened quietly, walked over to her, and looked at her.

The peach blossom is very bright, thorny in the eyes, very red.

She said, "When she died, she didn't mention you, but I think the person she can't let go of is you."

“...”

"You believe in Buddha, everything goes with it, and you try to hypnotize yourself, thinking that Kong Yu was sealed as a princess is God's will, marrying Qu Jiang is also God's will, even marrying the prince is also God's will, even if you are so casual, she has never resented you."

Mrs. Kong's eyes were moist, and her hands were tightly grasping the string of Buddha beads.

For a long time –

I shed tears, but I rolled my sleeves.

After calming down, he said, “Thank you Mr. For saying these things to me, I think, I understand.”“

"I say this, not to make Mrs. Kong you feel guilty, but to hope that you understand that the result is the Confucian girl's own choice, just as you choose to believe in the Buddha is the same truth."

Mrs. Kong nodded her head.

Q: "Sir, I am here today for Yu's wish, please tell me."

"Kong said she hoped that the girl would leave the palace."

“Jian?”

“Well.”She nodded: "The girl entered the palace with the Confucian girl, not as a maid, so this life can not go out of the palace, you need to go into the palace to pick her up can only, I believe, the emperor will agree."

"Okay, I'll do it."

"When Juan left the palace, the lady took her away from Beijing, Qingshan, but it was a good place."

Kong Yu is dead, for Mrs. Kong, she does not have to stay in Beijing, but away from Beijing, but a good thing.

Neither of them said anything else.

When Ji Yunshu said goodbye and left, he also said: "After all, people are people, Buddhas are Buddhas after all, and people can't be Buddhas, and Buddhas can't be people."

After saying that to the government, Ji Yunshu left.

After she left, Mrs. Kong wringed the beads in her hand.

Ticking –

A string of beads she had worn on her finger for more than a decade, and finally broke the line.

All 99 beads were scattered on the ground, and the ones rolled, like wild horses, scrambling around.

Ji Yunshu went to the yard, shouted a guard, folded several peach blossoms, cheerfully emerged from the small peach forest, and sent the peach blossoms to her.

“Give it!”

With a big boyish smile.

Ji Yunshu took the peach blossom from his hand and reached out and touched the mold on his head.

“Let’s go home.”

“Oh, yeah!”

...

The Palace!

Once the prince died, the 100 officers of Wenwu gathered into the palace and stood outside the Fuyang Temple one by one.

In the inner temple, the scenery, the scenery and the scenery are also standing in a row.

The carving door in front of him was closed, no one dared to knock, no one dared to push the door to go inside.

People stand here one day and one night!

There was no movement except the preaching of a will from the door, ordering that the prince's rebellion should not be proclaimed, and the time when the prince was buried.

The scene was cold and hard on a face, and the eyes lost the focal length early, which seemed to be a little tired.

The view next to him also touched him lightly with his arm.

The low voice asked: "The Confucian girl is really pitiful, originally thought to be a princess to marry the ginger, to be a princess, but married to Jinghua but a few hours to become a new widow, where to know, but like the prince to kill themselves, to make people ah."

The yin and the yang are weird!

“Isn’t it sad in your heart?”The scene is also asked.

He ignored him, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Looking at him like this, the scene also hooked his lips, raised his head a little, and narrowed his thinking eyes: "You say that the prince is now dead, who will the prince be?"

Laughing is treacherous.

Slowly, Jingrong raised his eyes, looked straight ahead, and said in a deep voice: "You can only be a prince in your life."

Oh!

Was he surprised by a word of surprise?

Smiling, he sarcastically said, "I'm not you, I want to be a king for a lifetime."

The face of the cold and hard face, condensed a cold light, as if in an instant will burst out of his eyes, but in the end, all the anger, he gathered in the clenched fist.

Light: "Sometimes the heart of the human heart changes, the more you don't want a thing, the more you force you to want it, and the situation is today."

I can see that, too!

The squirrel on the other side also understood.

Even as the scene was about to begin to answer him, the door in front of him opened.

Zhang Quan came out: "The emperor has orders, people can withdraw."

Then he went in again, and knocked on the door.

The Wenwu courtiers stood for a day and a night, and their bodies could not stand up long before they were willing to disperse and went back to sleep.

He could not resist, and went back to the temple with the help of the eunuch.

After coming out of the palace, he got into the carriage.

“Lord, is it to go home or go to the Bamboo Creek Garden?”Ask the waiting outside.

“The Yuhua Pavilion!”The sound of cold.

But Luang Bo was a heart-warming reminder: “Does the king want to go and see Mr. Ji?”

The sight looked at him.

"The king said, go to Yuhua Pavilion."