"When a person is among thorns, he cannot move without being pricked. When his heart is in the world of mortals, he cannot move without being hurt. If the heart does not move, the person will not move rashly, and if he does not move rashly, he will not be hurt. If the heart is moved, the person will move rashly, hurting his body and hurting his bones, so he realized

There are all kinds of pains in the world. All love and affection are impermanent and hard to come by. There are many fears in this life. Life is in danger from the morning dew. From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. If you are separated from the one you love, there is no worry or fear..."

With a pillar of sandalwood and two red candles, Yongqing clasped her hands together and was chanting sutras silently. Although she did not become a monk because she believed in Buddhist scriptures, after a few years, she was in Buddhism and her understanding of the meanings of the scriptures was no longer

Weaker than a real bhikshuni, the helplessness in the real world made her place more reliance on the world of Buddha.

Suddenly, there was a burst of noise in the quiet palace. This was something that should never happen. Yongqing was surprised, so he got up and walked out. He saw the palace maids and chamberlains standing in the palace, whispering to each other.

Yongqing asked: "What happened?"

As soon as the princess asked, a nun who had followed her into the palace hurriedly came forward and said, "Master Dingru, an assassin suddenly appeared in the palace. The Holy Master was furious and ordered the forbidden palace to be sealed off to arrest the murderer." This nun was originally her.

As a personal maid, when Yongqing became a monk, she also became a monk. She has been waiting around and is her confidant.

Yongqing was secretly surprised when he heard this, and said in surprise: "Someone is trying to assassinate an official?"

"Exactly."

A chamberlain rushed over and said in a low voice: "Master, don't worry, there are many experts around the official family. No matter how good the assassin is, he can't get close at all. How can he hurt the emperor in the slightest. Now I am in the palace

Martial law has been imposed, and the assassin cannot escape. Please go back and rest, master, there is no need to worry."

Yongqing pondered for a moment, nodded, turned around and walked to his room.

"Someone actually broke into the palace and committed an assassination? Such superb skills and fearless courage!"

Yongqing had mixed feelings in his heart: "It's a pity that the evil man is destined to die. It would be great if we really killed him."

Yongqing walked into the room, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she saw a figure flashing past. Yongqing was startled, and he was about to blurt out a scream, but unexpectedly a big hand suddenly appeared, tightly strangling her slender body.

The hand on her neck was very powerful, like a vise. It looked like he could strangle her neck with just one exertion. At this time, before the man exerted any force, Yongqing was already out of breath.

.

Bisu was about to kill someone when he suddenly saw that he was capturing a bhikshuni. He unexpectedly bumped into a monk in the palace. Bisu was stunned for a moment, and the strength in his hands suddenly relaxed. Yongqing almost suffocated and was horrified.

Looking desperately, he saw a man with cheeks as pale as snow, but his eyes were as fierce as a ferocious wolf with sharp teeth, staring at him coldly.

The nun in front of him is very young. She is dressed in tattered clothes and has delicate features. Her almond-shaped eyes, which were widened in shock, are like the charm of Shuiyue. She is as clear as water and pure and innocent. Bisu knows that he is in danger. As long as this nun

A shout could instantly attract a large group of guards, but the hand was trembling and he couldn't hold him back no matter what.

Yong Qing looked at this murderous assassin intently, and noticed that his iron grip on her throat relaxed slightly. She took a quick breath, and suddenly asked: "Are you... the assassin who assassinated the emperor?"

"Yes, I am!"

Yongqing's eyes flashed and he suddenly said: "Let me go and I will help you get out of trouble."

Bisu said in surprise: "You?"

When he was escaping, he was hit in the back by two imperial guards. Although his fleshy palms were made of iron, his body had not been trained to be indestructible. Those two palms had already damaged his internal organs.

Then, before adjusting her breath, she jumped up and down and ran away. Her injuries were even more serious. At this moment, she couldn't escape anymore, but... she wanted to help herself get out of trouble? Who was she? Why was she willing to take risks to save her life?

Is this nun... trustworthy?

The noise outside the palace became louder and louder. The Imperial Guards were searching palaces one after another, and hearing the sound, they had found this side palace. Yongqing showed a peaceful smile on his face and said softly: "You either believe me, or

Kill me and carve a bloody path, your choice!"

Her smile was light, as gentle as the moon in the water, and her eyes were like the moon in the water, innocent, pure, kind, gentle... Staring at such a pair of eyes, Bi Su's hand involuntarily loosened his grip, inch by inch.

Left her throat...

It snowed heavily all night, and when I woke up early in the morning, the wintersweet trees in the backyard actually bloomed. The white snow thickly covered the horny dragon-like branches. The plum blossoms emerged from under the snow and were dotted with the furry branches, as if they were sprinkled with dots on the snow.

Blood.

Zhe Yuxun, as usual, wore a cotton robe and walked to the backyard with a gloomy face. He looked up and unexpectedly found plum blossoms blooming under the snow. He got closer and looked at them carefully for a while before he looked up.

He sighed softly, stepped back a few steps, raised his leg and kicked a bamboo fence beside him. The bamboo fence shook for a while, and snow sprinkled on the ground. Zhe Yuxun stretched out his two fingers and grabbed a piece of bamboo.

After twisting the bamboo strips a few times, he stretched out his hand and pulled it out, holding the bamboo strips in his hand.

He took a deep breath, spread out his posture under the tree, and practiced his sword skills. Zhe Yuxun's sword skills were wide open and closed, with a powerful momentum. A thin piece of bamboo strips actually looked like a sledgehammer in his hand, and it was as heavy as a heavy one.

The feeling of great danger, the endless resentment, worry, and depression in Zhe Yuxun's heart were all thrown into the sword dance. The snow rose with the sword and the returning wind stirred.

In the corner of the courtyard, a few soldiers were patrolling slowly with their necks hunched and holding guns. They were patrolling as usual. They occasionally glanced here, lazily and casually, and then chatted among themselves.

"Hey, I heard there was a thief in Ouchi last night?"

"Is that a thief? That's a big thief! How many thieves in the world can you count who dare to assassinate an official's family?"

"This man is too courageous. Even the Holy One dares to assassinate him. Not to mention the many masters around the Holy One. Even if he really succeeds, can he still leave alive?"

"Nonsense, if someone dares to go, how can he expect to come back alive? Just like Jing Ke, he went with the intention of dying. But then again, this man is really good. He couldn't succeed in the assassination, but he was here

He escaped under the eyes of the officials, and he came and went, he is a capable person."

"A capable person? No matter how useless he is, if he brings in a group of soldiers, he will be in trouble. Remember that Nie Yinniang's red line girl was said to be flying swords thousands of miles away to kill people, but they were not seen to be able to fight against the emperor. Even Fang Jie

Even the messengers can't be dealt with, so the ants will bite the elephant to death. Now that the city is under martial law and people are looking for the murderer everywhere, wouldn't he dare not show his face no matter how capable he is?"

Another soldier laughed: "As the new year is approaching, brothers in all battalions have to be busy again because of this matter. To say the least, we brothers are lucky enough to stay in the courtyard of Zhejia.

, even if the job is free enough, the food at the Zhe family is a hundred times better than in the military camp..."

A few soldiers chatted and wandered over. Zhe Yuxun practiced martial arts under the tree every day and vented his anger. They had long been used to it and didn't bother to pay attention. Zhe Yuxun was under a plum tree.

After dancing three times with the sword until sweat broke out on his body, he threw away the bamboo strips and returned to his residence.

When he returned to his residence, it was when Mrs. Zhe had prepared breakfast. Zhe Yuxun had never lived such a regular life in his life, but now his life is exactly the same every day, repeated over and over again, with no new ideas at all.

Mrs. Zhe came from the dining room carrying a tray with a few light side dishes on it, followed by a young man. Judging by his clothes, he must be the youngest son of the Zhe family. Zhe Weichang was wearing a rabbit fur coat and a gray hat on his head.

He was wearing a rabbit-skin hat and holding a large bowl full of Japonica rice porridge in his hand. Because the snow had not yet cleared under his feet, the bowl of rice soup in his hand was boiling with heat, so he lowered his head and looked at his feet carefully, slowly.

Follow Mrs. Zhe.

Since Fuzhou has fallen into the hands of the imperial court, Yang Hao's territory currently has nothing to do with the Zhe family. In addition, after Yang Hao proclaimed himself emperor, the original reason was no longer important. The imperial court already had a legitimate reason to send troops to attack.

Therefore, the Zhejia's use value is not great anymore. It's just that Zhao Guangyi used disgraceful means to seize Fuzhou. Before Hexi was determined, he was worried that the Zhejia would ignore the interests and publicize the truth about the fall of Fuzhou.

Therefore, the Zhejia are still under surveillance and are not allowed to hire slaves. The Zhejia people prepare three meals a day by themselves.

It has been more than half a year since the Zhe family was captured here. The soldiers' surveillance of the Zhe family has long been a mere formality, especially the various activities of the Zhe family in the inner courtyard. No one paid attention to it. Even when they monitored the most closely,

It is impossible to monitor and interrogate the daily lives of hundreds of people in the Zhe family one by one. A big-headed soldier who was squatting and drinking porridge in the corridor of the wing raised his head and glanced at Mrs. Zhe and her son casually, then lowered his head and gently turned his hands.

A big bowl filled with white rice porridge sloshed out in circles.

As soon as she entered the door, Mrs. Zhe raised her voice and said, "My lord, dinner is ready."

"You guys eat first. I have no appetite."

Zhe Yuxun answered in a muffled voice. He was standing by the wall and washing his face with the cold well water in the basin. Zhe's second and fourth sons were both sitting upright in the room. The Zhe family had always maintained their presence in Fuzhou.

It was a custom in the old days that the whole family would get together during meals. Now that the eldest son Zhe Weizheng is married, the sons who are married to Shang Shui still follow the old rules.

"The New Year is coming, and Zhangjia's shop has delivered a lot of New Year's goods according to our menu. After breakfast, I will take a few children to the kitchen to clean up and distribute them to several elders and each room.

"

Mrs. Zhe said loudly while closing the door.

As soon as the door was closed, the half-grown boy who had just put down the porridge bowl slowly raised his head. The fourth-year-old Zhe Weizhong, who was sitting at the table, saw clearly the man wearing the second brother's clothes. He couldn't help but trembled all over. The man in front of him

His chopsticks hit the ground. Before he could even utter a exclamation, the second brother Zheweixin next to him had quick hands and eyes and covered his mouth.

"How old are you and you are still frizzy..."

Zhe Yuxun was wiping his face vigorously with a towel. When he heard the chopsticks fall to the ground, he scolded him angrily. But when he moved the towel and saw the man standing at the table clearly, his voice stopped suddenly and his whole person seemed to be in a state of panic.

It looked like it was petrified and stayed there.

"Brother..." Zhe Ziyu called out softly, and his bright eyes quickly became misty.

"Why did you save me?"

Deep in the side hall, there was darkness. Bisu sat cross-legged on the couch, looking at this nun who was behaving strangely in confusion.

Yongqing stared at the scar on his head. What he saw in front of him was clearly a monk, but a monk pretended to be an assassin. Who was he?

Yongqing didn't answer and asked instead: "Why did you want to assassinate the official? You should know very well that even if you can succeed, you will not be able to leave alive."

Bi Su said bitterly: "From the moment Jiangzhou massacred the city, my only mission in life was to kill Zhao Guangyi! As long as I can kill him, what does it matter if I can leave alive?"

"Jiangzhou?" Yongqing's heart moved and he blurted out: "Your relatives...died in the battle of Jiangzhou?"

Bi Su's teeth were chattering, and his eyes had slowly turned red. He said every word: "That was not a battle, that was a massacre of a group of unarmed and kind-hearted people by an army!"

Yongqing stared at him quietly. From Bi Su's expression and tone, she could see how deep Bi Su's hatred was and how painful his injuries were. Those crazy eyes really showed that he would not hesitate to do anything for revenge.

The situation. His relatives died in the war because of Zhao Guangyi's order. But his relatives died directly in the hands of Zhao Guangyi. Comparing the two, who has more hatred and deeper pain? But he can

What he did for his relatives, but he... Yongqing felt ashamed in his heart.

It's not that she doesn't want revenge, it's just that she has too many ties... too many... She wants to avenge her father, and she has to find a way to continue the legacy created by her father. She wants to kill the big enemy who killed her father and regicide, but

She also wanted to protect her brother as much as possible. In the anger of a common man, two people were buried dead, bleeding for five steps, and the whole world was in mourning. It was really happy, she wanted to, but... she couldn't do it.

Bi Su thought of Shui Yue who died tragically, and was so angry that he could not control himself. After a long while, he suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, slowly raised his head, and asked in a cold voice: "Now you know why I wanted to kill him? Because...
To be continued...