Chapter 4 Don't listen to the sound of Lin beating leaves

Chapter 4

In the temple of Daxiangguo Temple, Princess Wei knelt down devoutly in front of the Buddha statue and prayed sincerely: "Please bless my husband and stay away from the court disputes. Bless my daughter Yanqiu to recover as soon as possible and keep her whole family healthy. The Buddhist hall was full of smoke and sandalwood, as if covered with a veil.

"Mother!" A maidservant of the royal palace hurried into the Buddhist hall and saluted the princess: "It's late at night, and there will be a curfew soon. After a while, the people of the imperial city will close the road. Let's go back early."

The princess shook her head and said silently for a long time, "I won't go back today. I'll live in this Daxiangguo Temple. Go and tell the abbot and arrange a few fine houses in the other courtyard. I plan to fast here and pray for the prince and the princess." Seeing the maidservant's face, she sighed and said, "Mei Lan, go and tell Deacon Lin and ask him to send a guard Pegasus back to the royal palace and report it to the prince

A letter."

The maidservant, who was called Meilan, hesitated for a moment, and finally stopped talking and turned away from the Buddhist hall. The princess looked at her departing back with a thoughtful face. After a while, she took out a piccolo from her arms and blew it gently. The sound of the flute was clear and far away, wandering around the hall.

In winter, it was cold and the wind swept the ground. The guards of the Wei Palace waited outside the hall for a day. They had been sleepy and tired, but relied on their strong health and barely supported them. There were bursts of flutes from the Buddhist hall, and the voice whimpered coldly, as if the mother was calling the wanderer in the distance, and like a whisper between lovers. Most of these bodyguards are sergeants who have been away from home for many years. They have already been evoked by the sound of the flute. Suddenly, they lost their minds and woke up in a trance.

A ghostly figure appeared in the distance, and several flashes came to the hall. The guards are in a daze, like falling into a dream, and there is no time to distinguish whether it is dreamy or reality. The figure has entered the hall and entered the Buddhist temple.

The princess knelt on the futon without looking back, but with her back to the person coming. The figure flashed, and the man had already appeared beside the princess. Second lady," his voice was low and depressed, with a strange texture: "It has been clarified. She is indeed dead."

"Are you dead?" The princess's voice was empty and pale, without any emotion, as if she was saying something completely irrelevant: "It's okay to die, clean, and from now on, there is no need to suffer in this world." As she spoke, she stood up, but she couldn't help stabbing. The man stepped forward and held the princess's arm.

"Second Miss," the man waited for the princess to stand still and then bowed back. Her whole body was hidden in the night. The long lights on the Buddhist hall reflected each other, but they could not illuminate the outline of the person. He is like a shadow, always lurking in the dark. I saw the situation at the scene. It was extremely bloody, the murderer was powerful and cruel. I was afraid that sooner or later this person would come to the capital, which would be bad for you!"

"He won't!" The princess spoke in a small voice, but her tone was resolute: "If he wants to come, come." Let me see what he has become!"

People in the dark don't say much, and the figure quietly restrains, like water without trace.

The palace fell into a dead silence again. The princess turned around silently and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, muttering to herself and didn't know what she was talking about.

The guards in the courtyard were thrilled and woke up from a trance one after another. The other party knew nothing about what had happened. He just thought he had taken a nap and didn't care about it.

The night is dark, and a crescent moon climbs up the treetops, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkles the earth like a layer of frost. There has been a curfew in the capital, and there is silence all around. Occasionally, there are a few dog barks, which is even more sad in the night.

The princess knelt on the futon for a long time, suddenly became shocked, excited, and opened her mouth and shouted, "Is that you? Is it really you?" No one answered in the dark, as if nothing had happened. But the princess ran around the palace like a demon and kept shouting, "You came out. I know it's you. I didn't expect you to be alive. I'm so stupid. Why didn't you recognize it back then?"

It seemed that a punch hit the air, but the princess's shout still had no response. However, in a very strange scene, she shouted like this in the hall. The guards on duty outside were all elite. At this time, everyone was awake, but it seemed to be unaware, as if someone had used means to isolate the news inside and outside.

The princess was as crazy, but she shouted for herself. After a long time, she was probably tired, so she fell down and sat down on the ground, sobbing silently. At this time, a helpless sigh came from the dark night.

After Laba, the curfew lasted for another seven days until the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month that the turbulent situation in the capital gradually stabilized. The emperor issued an order to open a curfew, and the night market in Bianliang City opened again. The people don't care about the open and secret struggles of these bigwigs. After a year of hard work, they can finally take a break. At the feet of the emperor, the life of the people is still quite rich, but there are not many scenes of debt collection at the end of the year.

At this time, the Songhe Teahouse in the north of the city is full of guests. On a table in the middle of the second floor of the lobby, there is a middle-aged man in his early 30s dressed as a businessman, talking about what he has seen in the foreign trade. The tea guests around were idle, concentrating one by one, faintly centered on him and forming a circle.

The man was proud to see many listeners, and his words were endless. I only listened to what he said, but they are all strange things that have happened in Shandong and Hebei in recent years. Tigers as tall as mountains, giant snakes that are hundreds of feet long and haunted during the day, and the anecdotes that they have not seen the sun for seven consecutive days and day is like night. Although the guests don't believe it, they listen to him as a story for free.

It's just that the more he said, the more strange it became. Later, the sayings of hundreds of ghosts crying at night and rushing straight to the southeast came out. Among the guests, a young man who looked like a scholar finally couldn't help saying, "Wu Laosi, you can eat indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense. Today, the Holy Son is on the throne, political and harmonious, and the sea is calm. The so-called son is speechless and strange. What you said before can still be regarded as anecdotes and anecdotes.

Now these words can be regarded as demonic words to confuse the public. I'm Zhou Langlang Qiankun, how can there be such a ridiculous thing as you said.

The businessman was named Wu Jie, ranking fourth. He took his own elegant name Dongting, and he usually has a good temper. Seeing that the scholar questioned, he was not annoyed. He just smiled and bowed his hand to the crowd: "Lv Xiucai, don't be angry. You are all neighbors. Although I, Wu Si, am a businessman, also know etiquette, righteousness and shame. Everyone sees how he is usually behaved. Although sometimes he is not old enough, he is not the liar." When everyone heard the words, they nodded one after another. It seemed that this person had a good reputation.

Lv Xiucai was secretly annoyed. He had always relied on his reputation and did not look up to Lv Si, a stinky vendor. At this time, when he saw everyone subdued him, he pointed to Lv Si fiercely: "Don't talk about those false-headed people, let's talk about the monsters you just said, if it is Nonsense, it's no wonder that I dragged you to see an official. Although the emperor is kind, he will also cure you for the crime of confusing the public.

Wu Si took a glass of wine and drank it. His eyes suddenly appeared. As soon as he slapped the table, everyone was shocked and calmed down to see how he said. But seeing that he was not in a hurry, he slowly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Lv Xiucai, you are used to stay in Beijing. You only see this acre of land at the foot of the imperial city, which takes into account the face of the Tian family, but you don't know the outside

The suffering of the people. Nowadays, in Hebei and Shaanxi, there has been no harvest for years, half of which is a natural disaster, and half of which is man-made disasters. Thieves have s have swarmed up and people have been displaced. And the countryside and mountains are even more evil. The adults in the palace don't know these things. You scholars sitting in the well and watching the sky don't know, but we merchants who walk in the world have seen it with our own eyes and vividly.

As he spoke, he suddenly became excited. He pulled off his sleeves and pointed to his left arm and said, "Look!" Everyone looked at it and was shocked. They saw that the skin and flesh on Wu Si's left arm was dark, as if it were charred, in sharp contrast to the skin color of other parts. If you have a good person, take a closer look. This black is deep in texture and is by no means a fake. Wu Si looked

My arm said with lingering heart, "When I passed by Kang County, I was poisoned by a yellow skin and almost died locally. I worked hard to escape a life, but this arm can't return to its original appearance anyway.

When everyone heard the words, they all sighed. With those who had more intentions, they asked: "Wu Si, the evil spirit of the yellow skin is so powerful that how did you escape your life? Let's talk to everyone that if these demons come to the capital in the future, we will have a defense." Although Beijing is shrouded in the spirit of the emperor and has always been comfortable, but it also knows that there are mountain monsters in the world, such as yellow skins and fox fairies, which are even more frightened.

Wu Si also restrained his emotions when he heard the words, and his face was solemn: "Brother Guan is really an old-fashioned word. I'm ashamed to say that the yellow skin has not yet become a climate, but this mouth is poisonous. At that time, the 20 people who were together were sprayed by its poison gas at the same time and scattered and fled. At that time, I panicked and didn't choose the path. I only felt that my body was getting heavier and heavier, and I couldn't run away, but a stockade appeared in front of me. At that time

I just cared about my life, but I didn't think of many things, so I drilled in.

Brother Guan asked, "What happened later, but there was a doctor in the village who solved the poison for you?"

Wu Si shivered, with a frightening look on his face: "There is no doctor in this village, but there is a group of officers and soldiers. I didn't die at the hands of Huangpizi, but I almost died at the hands of this group of officers and soldiers.

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