Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

Once again, I asked quietly: "Uncle, my mother, who is she?"

Zhengjue looked at me calmly. Although the candlelight was swaying, his gaze was no longer flickering, and even his voice was as calm as the same deep water. He could not hear any waves. When my uncle was shaved, he received a tenfold precept. "

"know."

"What is the fourth commandment of the Tenfold Precepts?"

"The fourth commandment, don't talk rashly."

"Yes, not arrogant." He smiled calmly: "So, the poor monk can't answer the question you asked."

"why?!"

"Because the matter of your mother is not something the poor monk can explain."

"..."

I just felt so shocked that I could not return to God for a long time.

Zhengjue said that he had received the Tenfold Precepts, so he couldn't speak rashly, which means that the sentence just now is true!

Regarding my mother's affairs, even as a bystander of the same age, the innocent person in the ten feet of red dust could not see at all, explain!

I suddenly felt that I seemed to understand something more.

In my mother's past, many things that happened between her and my father were indeed, as I guessed, not simple.

But I don't know, when will I be able to understand these things.

I looked up at the elder who was close at hand, and I felt a little powerless. I know that a great monk such as him will not change easily if he makes a decision. Then I want to get the most from him. It's almost impossible to get anything out of here.

However, it is not necessarily impossible.

I also poured myself a cup of tea and took a sip. Although the weather is hot now, this cold tea water slipped into my throat, which made me stunned. I immediately noticed it and smiled, "If you are not used to it The poor monk will bring you some hot water. "

"No!" I hurriedly stopped him, taking advantage of his opportunity to say, "Since the second uncle is unwilling to talk about my mother, would you like to talk about myself?"

He raised his gray eyebrows and looked at me, with a smile floating in his eyes: "What do you want to know?"

"When did the second uncle get married?"

"..."

He might not have thought that my first question was so straightforward, almost a bit stabbing, caught off guard, and those eyes with floating smiles flickered, but I clearly saw that he didn't anger, just in At that moment, I was lost.

For a moment, Zhengjue said: "Guilianian."

Year of Guisi……

I murmured in my heart, thinking about it, when my father met my mother in Xishan Yunchifeng, what did he suddenly react to: "Uncle ... married before my father?"

No, he is a bitch, and he is younger than my father. Normal family rules, he should not be married earlier than my father.

Zhengjue smiled and shook his head: "No earlier than him."

"Ok?"

"Our two brothers worshiped at the church together."

"what?!"

I was shocked-they married together? but--

"But at that time, my mother-"

"At that time, your mother was not your father's bride," he said calmly. "The bride at that time was Miss Xue Jiaer."

"...!"

My eyes widened in surprise: "You mean, my father-once married Xue-married his fiancee?"

Zhengjue's face faded slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "It was supposed to be married. At that time, my father wanted to be happy, so let's our two brothers go to church together to get married. Without discussing with our elder brother, we will directly The marriage period was set. But brother, he hurried back from Xishan, but refused to worship. "

I just felt that my head was hit hard again. I couldn't return to God for a long time, and ate, "Father, he is in Xitang, leaving Miss Xue Er?"

"..." Maybe it was because he was unwilling to speak bad words, Zhengjue paused again, and nodded silently.

I want to ask subconsciously why, but when I first reached my mouth, I stopped and changed it to: "When is your wedding date?"

"The ninth day of September."

"..."

I frowned.

On the ninth day of September, three days after his father met his mother in Xishan Yunchifeng, he rushed back to Chengdu and rejected the family.

In just three days, it takes about three days to drive back from Xishan to Chengdu.

I can scarcely imagine how he felt at that time.

On Xitang, she left her bride in red, and then tore the shadow of Yun Chifeng.

But in these years, Xue Yan only had love for him and hatred for his mother.

Thinking of this, could not help but smile.

As a child, you ca n’t argue with your parents. But in your heart, how can you not have that fairness and weigh right and wrong?

It seemed that I felt a little faint anger in my heart, looked at me for a while, and suddenly said, "I have experienced eighteen thousand calamities, and everything is illusion. Lightness, can you understand?"

I nodded.

"Since the elder brother is the disaster of Miss Xue Er, Miss Xue Er should respond to this and complete the fate, and after this proof, she will have the world of grandma and the majesty of the elephant."

"Uncle Er, does Mrs. Yan get the world of mother-in-law?"

"Xing'an is a spiritual mountain. Everyone has their own Shura field. Naturally, each has their own mother-in-law."

Each has his own Shura field, and each has his own mother-in-law world.

I don't know why, this sentence is very light, but in my ears, it sounds like thunder, which shocked me for a moment.

The love and hate of Mrs. Yan is what I have seen before, but actually you are thousands of miles away, and you may not really experience it.

And my own sweetness and bitterness are by no means the words of others.

I came to understand suddenly.

No wonder, the fourth order of the Tenfold Precepts is "do not talk rashly".

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile indifferently, looked up at the pure eyes of the monk Zhengzheng, what suddenly came to my mind, and said gently: "Which is the number of uncles?

When I asked this sentence, it was actually a bit offensive.

For a monk who has been a monk for many years, there may be no difference in his life after being a monk. As he said, Xin'an is a spiritual mountain. Who's the number of robbers, this is obviously unexpected.

Therefore, he had a momentary nagging.

After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "The poor monk is probably the number of robbers in this life."

Ah Xian ...?

It took me a while to think about it for a while, before I thought about it blankly. This seemed to be his wife, my second wife's girlfriend's name.

Ah Xian.

No wonder I don't have much impression of this elder, because she died before I remembered. While the second uncle became a monk, naturally nobody would talk about his wife while he was alive.

Although, now I suddenly want to know what kind of woman, with such a demure name, after marrying into the Yan family, there is almost no trace left.

I asked softly: "What kind of person is Erji her?"

Zhengjue faintly said, "She is a raccoon girl."

Girl in a veil?

"She works in the dyeing workshop, and that dyeing workshop will dye a very special red yarn. That kind of red-the Shu people call it" Rouge "."

Rou Ro? What a beautiful name.

Such a picture almost emerged in my mind. A soft ball of soft, as if rouge fell into the water, gradually turned into a veil, and was flicked by a white jade hand. That veil seemed to have life, and every wave, every wave, flowed with the soft fingertips.

I sighed subconsciously.

But the Zhengjue sitting opposite me was just faint from beginning to end, as if the wind was cold at night, and he gently closed the monk's robe.

There was even a hint of tiredness on his face.

I also knew that I should n’t bother again, but when I thought about it, I found that he was playing Zen machine with me tonight, and he was a little unwilling. After thinking about it, he bit his teeth and said, "I have another question to ask my uncle."

"What is it?"

I looked into his eyes and solemnly said, "Did my father import a batch of foreign goods into Sichuan from overseas? That thing was called Folang--"

I didn't finish my words and suddenly saw his eyes changed.

He stared at me with wide eyes, as if he suddenly saw something fierce and terrible. The horrified look made me suddenly startled, but before I had time to say anything, he heard him stop drinking and said, "Stop!"

"..."

I was startled and stunned.

I never thought of it. At the moment when Zhengjue heard this, his attitude changed drastically, and he almost couldn't control himself.

For a moment, my voice was still in my throat.

The flames were constantly pulsing in my sight and his sight, as if everyone's mood at this moment, I can clearly feel that he was shocked and shocked.

"Uncle, you—you know?"

His eyes were a little red, and he stared at me almost forcefully, his chest swelled sharply, and for a moment, he opened his mouth, his voice too low to be heard, but it fell on my heart: "Lightness, do you know the purpose of Confucius' deletion of the Six Classics?"

I don't know why he suddenly said this again, but he quickly replied: "Be righteous, be natural, go to human desire."

"Yes, go for it!"

He took another breath, his face paled slightly, and said, "How many things that violate the conscience of the heavens in this world, Confucius omitted them for unknown reasons. It is a method that people are more likely to follow."

"..."

He looked up at me and said, word by word, "Those things are the same, so are the utensils!"

"..."

"Don't mention it again!"

There was a cluck in my heart.

He meant-if these utensils were still there, it might be ...

At this point, Zhengjue had waved his hand: "It's late at night, you can go back."

I just felt the pain of my chest jumping suddenly, as if something was surging, almost breaking my body, my brain was tidal, but I couldn't remember anything.

Zhengjue had got up and walked slowly towards the stone bed.

His footsteps were even a little stingy.

I also know that he will not speak again tonight, and what he said before is enough to make me sleepless all night.

When I got up, the people were a little shy. Standing at the table for a while, I slowly walked over to open the door, and a gust of night wind suddenly came with coldness. The courtyard was quiet and dark, leaving only the surrounding The gray wall stood silently, for some reason, I was shocked.

I suddenly turned around and watched Zhengjue slowly sit down while holding the bed. The pale face seemed to be more obscure under the swaying candlelight.

I suddenly said, "Uncle, you said that there is no regret-free life. For your whole life, who do you regret?"

"..."

He said nothing, but lowered his head and sat there.

The wind had blown through my clothes, it was only slightly cool, but it gave me a chill of deep bones. I slowly said, "Is it light Han?"