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Nie Wushuang and his party finally arrived at Donglin Temple on the second day. When she got off Fenghu at the foot of the mountain, she looked at the white snow covering the green pines, layer upon layer, and her mind was widening.

On the thousand steps, a group of monks stepped down to greet Nie Wushuang. The first person was wearing bright yellow monk robes and fiery red gold-rimmed cassocks. His face was handsome and peaceful, and he walked slowly in front of the monks.

He is Zen Master Qingyuan whom he has not seen for a long time.

Qingyuan's eyes fell on Nie Wushuang's wrist, which was as white as snow, and his pupils shrank slightly: "The poor monk Qingyuan respectfully welcomes the Queen."

Nie Wushuang smiled slightly, stepped forward and clasped his hands together: "I would like to have Zen Master Qingyuan personally welcome you. I am really scared."

After not seeing each other for a few months, Qingyuan's face was no longer as thin as Nie Wushuang's first sight. The confusion of the past had faded away, and now he had a faint calmness and Zen spirit.

He raised his head, looked at Nie Wushuang who was wearing heavy clothes in front of him, and smiled slightly: "We haven't seen you for a few months, and the Queen is even more elegant than before."

Nie Wushuang was filled with emotion when he recalled that he had avoided trouble in Donglin Temple to avoid rumors. Now that she is a queen of a country, many hardships in the past few years have flooded her heart, making her not sure how to talk about it.

Qingyuan smiled understandingly and continued: "Thousands of steps up the mountain, I hope the Queen will lose a layer of worries every step she takes. Feng"

Nie Wushuang was grateful for his understanding and walked slowly. Qingyuan followed her slowly. For some reason, he made her feel at ease. Even if he didn't speak, standing behind her and following slowly made her feel at peace.

That night, Nie Wushuang stayed in the East Garden of Donglin Temple. The drums and bells in the evening and morning can be heard leisurely in the mountains, making people feel like they are in another world.

A clean Zen room, filled with the aroma of tea.

The Zen room was silent, and the only sound outside the Zen room was the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the woods, causing the snow on the trees to fall rustlingly, and the sand was like a sea wave, stretching endlessly.

Nie Wushuang sat on the futon and watched Qingyuan skillfully cooking tea. She looked at him and smiled: "I didn't expect that Zen Master Qingyuan, the monk back then, actually became the abbot of Donglin Temple. On the day that Zen Master took office, I didn't come to congratulate him in person. I'm really ashamed."

Qingyuan raised his head and smiled: "Whatever comes to mind, why bother to stick to common etiquette."

He looked at her dressed in phoenix robes and whispered the Buddha's name: "The Queen has achieved her wish today, is there no hatred in her heart?"

Nie Wushuang thought of the arrogance he made in Donglin Temple and smiled lightly: "I dare not forget the hatred, but my mood is not the same as before."

She lowered her eyebrows and fiddled with the tea cup in her hand: "No matter what happens, the law of heaven is clear, and the Qi country will be destroyed." She raised her bright eyes, and there was no wind or wave in her eyes.

Qingyuan sighed softly, picked up the teapot, and poured tea into the tea cup. After a while, the tea was full, but he didn't stop until the tea overflowed the table.

Xia Lan, who was behind Nie Wushuang, couldn't help but be surprised: "Oh, it's full!"

Qingyuan raised his head and looked at the silent Nie Wushuang with bright eyes: "The Queen knows why the tea can't be poured into this cup?"

Nie Wushuang smiled lightly: "Because the tea cup is full."

Qingyuan picked up the full tea cup and said slowly: "This tea cup is like the human heart. When a person's heart is full of hatred, it cannot hold more things. Now the hatred in the Queen's heart has not been eradicated. How can you truly be happy?"

Nie Wushuang's heart moved slightly. She looked at the tea cup in his hand and sighed softly: "But the human heart can hold far more things than the tea cup, including fame, fortune, love, hatred..."

She looked at Qingyuan with a calm face: "Even if there was only hatred, this life would be much simpler, but it's not..."

Qingyuan smiled slightly: "I hope your worries will become less and less."

Nie Wushuang also smiled knowingly: "Why doesn't Zen Master persuade me to give up revenge like before?"

Qingyuan's brows were peaceful: "Because the poor monk has learned a very important thing, which is tolerance. The poor monk cannot understand the empress, but he can still understand the empress's mood."

Nie Wushuang couldn't help but sigh, it turned out that he and she had gradually changed into a completely different person in recent years.

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Nie Wushuang lived in the Dongyuan of Donglin Temple. For several days in her free time, she talked about Buddhism with Zen Master Qingyuan. Qingyuan took her to visit the various scenic spots in Donglin Temple. With a different mood, the scenery she saw It was also different. Nie Wushuang watched it all the way and came back with a lot of fun.

Finally, the day came when Xiao Fengming's holy cavalry was going to pass by Donglin Temple. Early in the morning, Nie Wushuang got up early, washed and dressed up, and took the palace servants to wait at the post house more than ten miles away from Donglin Temple.

Qingyuan followed with the monk, and when he saw the joy on her face and her stunning face as bright as a flower, his heart trembled, he lowered his head and asked, "The Queen must be very sincerely looking forward to the Emperor's return."

"Yes." Nie Wushuang looked at the way he came from, filled with hope: "He went there for me. I will never be able to repay this affection in my lifetime."

Upon hearing this, Qingyuan quietly stepped back. The sunrise gradually reveals golden light on the horizon, and Nie Wushuang's graceful and graceful figure stands in the cold wind. The wind blows her long sleeves, and the back figure of her longing for the return of her beloved is like a painting, which is fixed in everyone's heart...

Finally, at the end of the road, a golden canopy came rolling up. All the palace people whispered excitedly, and Nie Wushuang couldn't help but take a few steps forward. Someone from the palace came to Fenghu. Nie Wushuang pushed him away, and she quickly stepped forward to meet him. The cold wind could not dampen the heat in her heart.

He is back!

Nie Wushuang walked faster and faster, and the palace people behind him

He could hardly keep up with her pace.

Finally, Long Chu was clearly visible. Behind the faint pearl curtain, Xiao Fengming looked at the graceful figure running from a distance and couldn't help but lift the curtain. The two of them were so far apart, but they caught the joy in each other's eyes at a glance.

"I want to get off the car!" Xiao Fengming said.

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Lin hesitated: "You are still injured!"

"Stop!" Xiao Fengming turned a deaf ear and shouted.

The dragon stopped and he stepped down. The severe pain in his chest and abdomen made him stagger. Nie Wushuang's heart trembled, she paused, and ran towards him faster. Her eyes were already watery, but her red lips were tightly pursed without saying a word.

How is he? injured? Is the injury serious? …

With her eyes blurred by tears, she finally threw herself into his warm arms: "Feng Ming——" The tears rolled down. There has never been such a happy and stable life as at this moment. As long as he is here, he is her bright side.

The emperor and empress hugged each other, and a sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami sounded behind them.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"The Queen is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

Qingyuan led the monks to kneel down and pronounced the Buddha's name, feeling happy and moved in his heart. It turns out that God was not unfair. He gave her suffering, but instead gave her the overwhelming love of an emperor.

In another car driving far away, Xiao Fengqing stared at the two people. After a long time, she finally put down her hands and the curtain fell, separating the two worlds.

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Xiao Fengming rested one night in Donglin Temple and set off back to Beijing the next day. Nie Wushuang was full of questions, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. But seeing that his face was pale but his spirit was still good, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

Seeing her sitting next to him, Xiao Fengming hesitated to speak, thinking that she was worried about Huo Qilin. He smiled and waved to the guards beside him. After a while, a cage made of black iron was brought up.

A snow-white ball the size of a puppy was spinning around in the cage, whining. It looks like a dog, but its ears are like a fox, its tail is broken and its limbs are thick, making it uneasy for strangers to approach it. A pair of eyes are also round, very smart and cute.

Nie Wushuang had never seen such a living creature before and couldn't help but marvel.

Xiao Fengming smiled and said: "I was lucky enough to catch it as soon as I went up the mountain."

Nie Wushuang's heart warmed: "Did the Emperor encounter any difficulties when he went up the mountain?"

Xiao Fengming paused, a trace of sadness flashed across his deep eyes, but he quickly said with a smile: "No."

Nie Wushuang didn't believe it. She looked at him with disbelief in her beautiful eyes. Nie Wushuang sighed in his heart and waved away the palace man. Then he stepped forward and shook his warm hand: "Why does the emperor need to hide this from my concubine?"

Xiao Fengming looked at her with a complicated expression in his eyes: "There are many things that are gone when they are over. Bringing them up will only increase worries."

Nie Wushuang heard that there might be a lot of things she didn't know about him going to Tianshan this time. She was confused and wanted to ask again, but Xiao Fengming had ordered her to leave. Nie Wushuang saw that he looked tired and Eunuch Lin beside him was worried, so he could only retreat first.

Nie Wushuang walked out of the Zen room where Xiao Fengming rested, walked through several corridors, and suddenly saw Xiao Fengqing in a rich purple fur under a green pine.

His face was as pale as snow, and his figure was tall and graceful. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, and his deep eyes of different colors became darker and harder to distinguish. Nie Wushuang walked forward slowly: "His Royal Highness Prince Rui."

Xiao Fengqing covered her thin lips and coughed twice, then said calmly: "The Fire Qilin has been captured for you, and you can finally realize your wish."

Nie Wushuang raised his eyes, and a wind blew, blowing the snow off the trees. It fell and sprinkled all over him. He remained motionless, watching the snow powder falling in front of him, confusion and pain gradually rising in his deep eyes. .

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I'm afraid it's a bit open, this turn is difficult to write... cup...