Gao Yuanshang originally wanted to control the government and then stabilize the military power, and then try to take back Song Anle. During this time, he could not have any obvious closeness to Song Anle because he could not let the words that were not conducive to Song Anle.

He wanted to lay a solid platform for their future, but unfortunately Song Anle did not give him this opportunity, so Gao Yuanshang began to send people all over the city to search for her whereabouts, but in the end there was no news about Song Anle. Time flies, one month passed, two months passed, half a year passed, one year, two years, three years...

A magnificent mountain range, a mountain peak with a cliff, stands a strange temple on it. Its simple appearance is a superb building. This is the Mount Mowang.

In the temple, about twenty monks and nuns were sitting cross-legged, each wearing nun hats, but only kneeled in front of the Buddhist temple at the front. A young woman with black hair and waist was kneeling quietly in front of the Buddhist temple. She folded her hands and recited the Buddhist scriptures quietly and calmly.

At this time, an elderly monk and nun came over. She held Buddhist beads in one hand and raised her hand in front of the Buddhist temple. Then she turned to Song Anle and said in the calmest tone of the monk: "Donor, you really want to become a monk and be my Buddhist disciple. Will you never ask about the world from now on?"

Song Anle did not have any makeup to show her unparalleled temperament more clearly. Only her pale face made people feel distressed. She also said calmly like water: "I am merciful. My little girl is willing to spend her whole life to purify my sins in the world. I beg the master to accept my little girl and fulfill my life's wish."

"The donor's fate has not yet ended. Pomnie advises the donor to calm down for a while, and when you focus on the Buddha, it is not too late for Pomnie to accept you again."

"The little girl Chen's heart is dead. If the master refuses to accept the little girl, the little girl has to shave herself." Song Anle picked up the scissors she had prepared in advance. She cut off her black hair like a waterfall without hesitation. Every time she cut her knife, Song Anle seemed to cut off the pain she was carrying, so she had to come back.

The master watched the black hair gradually fall, and Song Anle's heart was gone, so she had to follow her wish. After an hour of ordaining, Song Anle was already a real monk. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, as if she was a new life.

Time flies by, and Mowangshan ushers in a new season of lushness. The simple temples are no longer leaking everywhere under the rebuilding and renovation. The walls are also well-built, almost completely redesigned.

Two years ago, the Northern Emperor Jin Emperor officially announced that the world had retreated and was inherited by the eldest son Gao Yuanshang. After Gao Yuanshang ascended the throne, he respected the first emperor to the emperor, his legitimate mother to the empress dowager, and his own queen position, but he has not been announced for a long time.

The year after Gao Yuanshang ascended the throne, he changed his title to Emperor Shang, which means the reputation of Gao Shang Rong Shang and other people, and also means the respect of the Northern Dynasty every year, and starts his long political career.

Changle Palace Yiru was once as new and dazzling. Since Song Anle left, Gao Yuanshang has never stepped into this place again, but cleaning and tidying up every day is a task that the palace people must do.

After five years of waiting, this was the first time Gao Yuanshang stepped into Changle Palace. Looking at the familiar scenes, how long has it been since he dared to touch the dusty pain in his heart?

When he walked into the palace, there was a thick piece of dust inside. Because he wanted to leave traces of Song Anle, he only allowed the palace servants to clean up everything outside the hall. The arrangements inside the hall were still the same as when Song Anle left. Since then, no one has even entered the Changle Palace again.

Gao Yuanshang counted one side from the main hall of the palace to every corner, as if there was a familiar atmosphere everywhere, but when he closed his starry eyes to recall the moment he could no longer see the familiar and beautiful face.

He stopped on the edge of Song Anle's favorite soft couch. Even though the thick dust fell, he still reached out to touch her gently. He tried to feel the remaining temperature and then to recall her familiar face. The more he wanted to reminisce about the past, his eyes became more and more blurred. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't want to be eroded by the pain, nor did he want to let himself fall in tears of longing, because he always believed that everything could be done again.

The firm belief that Song Anle will return is the greatest encouragement that Gao Yuanshang has always given him. If it weren't for this belief and devoted his time and energy to the government, he did not know whether he could stick to it until now. However, the government has fully entered the track, which is a temporary peace and stability, so he had to enter his own longing.

After counting everything in the hall, Gao Yuanshang finally plucked up the courage to come again. The bedroom where they once snuggled with each other was also full of dust, but the decorations they had once been moved at all.

Gao Yuanshang finally found the familiar breath that belonged to Song Anle in the dormitory. He took a deep breath through the heavy dust, as if Song Anle was in the breath.

Recalling the past carefully, Gao Yuanshang came to the bedside without realizing it. On the dressing table next to him, a letter covered in dust was almost exposed on the table. Gao Yuanshang picked up the letter casually.

The letter was folded up and there was no handwriting on the outside. He opened the letter casually. The handwriting of the numbers wrote a few simple words on the paper: I wish to win the heart of one person.

Gao Yuanshang looked at the blurry words, and his sword eyebrows frowned with a deep scar. His hot eyes could not resist the invasion of tears. The throbbing heart could not close all the pain after all. With the strong support, he still fell tears in his fragile eyes.

The silent pain and the endless love were like borers, eroding into his cell body bit by bit, causing him to suffer and torture in the pain.

During the five years of quietness, Song Anle has gradually become accustomed to a plain life. Perhaps because she has really focused on Buddha, her state of mind has also reached a certain level.

Compared to when she first came, she was not only younger and more beautiful, but also had a delicate and rosy face, and she exuded a jade-like luster. In addition to chanting scriptures every day, she used herbal medicine as the joy in life every day.

An older teacher walked behind Song Anle, who was digging herbs attentively, but she didn't notice it at all, so the master reminded him lightly, "Donor Song."

Song Anle realized that someone was approaching. She quickly put down the tools in her hand, stood up and said with a gentle look on her face, "Master, why are you here?"

The master gestured to Song Anle with the most standard etiquette of the temple, and she said lightly: "Waiting for old friends at the foot of the mountain, don't forget this for life."

Song Anle's gentle and quiet smile suddenly became stiff in her expression, and then replaced her strong thoughts. However, the master ignored her thoughts, but nodded to Song Anle and showed it, and then left on his own.

Song Anle stared at the back of the master's departure in a daze. She forgot how long has she forgotten, how long has this throbbing wave appeared in her calm heart? She almost forgot that there is still an unfinished love deep in her heart.

A kind of powerless destruction, and inexplicably following her thoughts, intruded deep into her heart. Song Anle timidly fell on the rock beside her. She didn't know who the old friend was, nor did she dare to imagine it. She only knew that she had lived a comfortable and peaceful life over the years. Maybe it was not good or bad, but she wanted this stability, and maybe she would remain as stable as she could.

Song Anle had no intention of going up the mountain to dig herbs, so she returned to her residence early. A letter on the table attracted her attention. She just looked at the simple piece of white paper, but she didn't have the courage to open it.

She hesitated for a long time and even began to bravely ask herself whether she could really seal the sadness in her heart forever, whether she could really end her life. Unfortunately, she couldn't give herself any answers, even if she had a clear mind.

During the repeated entanglement, she still plucked up the courage to open the letter, which clearly wrote a few words: There is nothing wrong in the world, but mediocre people are disturbing themselves.

Song Anle seemed to have a great enlightenment in an instant. If she could really let go without worries, if she really had full heart to Buddha, then what else could she have to care about? If she had really washed away the dust, what else could she have to mind.

She wanted to prove to herself that she could really let go of everything she had before, so she simply cleaned up, mustered up the greatest courage, and walked towards the road down the mountain.

When she walked halfway up the mountain, her steps gradually became heavier, not because of fatigue, but because of tension, or other factors. Whenever she took a step, the boiling emotions in her heart always began to beat actively, and made her originally calm mind feel uneasy.

Song Anle suddenly felt a retreat. She paused and tried her best to soothe her inner leaps, hoping that she would still be as calm as ever. But the more she wanted to restrain her emotions, the more she felt nervous she felt, so she wanted to retreat.

She began to recite scriptures silently in her heart, and after calming herself down a little, she finally regained the courage to walk. Because the journey down the mountain was rugged, she finally passed the steep cliff smoothly after a corner of about halfway down the mountain.

But there was another huge scene. Standing on the high mountainside, she could see the scenery at the foot of the mountain clearly. The darkness was a bit unbelievable. It would be a figure standing at the foot of the mountain, but the real figure was so clearly visible.

In her consciousness, the first name that appeared in her consciousness was Gao Yuanshang, but when she wanted to recall, his familiar face and blurry phantom always surrounded her sight. She suddenly forgot how long it took for her to miss the familiar face. Maybe it wasn't that she didn't want to, nor did she not read it, but that she didn't want to read it, which was more suitable for their current relationship.
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