Yue country.

The City of the Four Winds.

Imperial Palace, Harem, Hanyue Palace.

This is the palace of Princess Hanyue of the Yue Kingdom.

July and a half.

The moon is full and the stars are shining.

The bright moonlight fell on the earth, and naturally also fell on the back garden of Hanyue Palace.

The lotus pond was calm and waveless, reflecting the full moon as if it had really fallen into the water.

A lamp was hung in the pavilion by the lotus pond, and a man was standing by the lotus pond outside the pavilion.

She looked at the moon in the water, and the sadness on her face was even colder than the cold moonlight.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the moon in the sky.

She opened her little mouth and read slowly:

"Recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival osmanthus bushes,

The flowers are in the cup, the moon is in the cup.

There's a fellow upstairs tonight,

Cloud-wet screens, rain-wet screens.

I want to take advantage of the wind and ask about chemical industry,

The road is difficult to pass, and the letter is also difficult to pass.

The whole hall is only filled with red candles,

The cup is calm, the song is calm!"

"...July and a half, August 15th... In the blink of an eye, almost a year has passed."

"I was looking forward to your new poems, but unexpectedly, you are no longer in this world..."

She took a deep breath and said, "After all, God is jealous of talented people. There is no more poetry in the world!"

Her eyes were full of tears.

The tears did not fall, but were swallowed by her.

That is the bitter taste.

She is Princess Hanyue Zhao Hanyue.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, she went to Jade Capital, the capital of Ning State, with her mentor Wei Xuanmo Wei, and she used a name called Yang Duoduo.

She witnessed the rise of that poet.

She planted a seed of infatuation.

She originally expected that Li Chenan would come to the Four Winds City to meet him one day, but unexpectedly, what she was waiting for was the news that came like a bolt from the blue from Monk Bu Nian.

He actually died!

Died on the top of Xishan Mountain in Shuzhou!

That seed has not yet sprouted, but it will never sprout again.

She holds a pen in her hand.

This is the pen Li Chenan used to compose sixteen poems in one go during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year.

There seems to be still his residual warmth on the pen holder, and his clear appearance is still in front of me.

The girl opened her mouth and exhaled a long breath.

The cup is calm, the song is calm, how can I be calm?

But now the situation in the country of Yue has forced me to take it easy!

The girl closed her eyes.

The sadness on his face gradually disappeared.

She became determined.

She lifted up her sleeves and wiped her eyes, turned around, held the pen and walked towards the pavilion.

The first steps are vain.

gradually stabilized.

Two people are sitting in the pavilion.

One is an old man with white hair and white beard, he is Wei Xuanmo.

One is a young monk holding a Zen staff, but he just doesn't care about the monk.

Zhao Hanyue walked into the pavilion under the worried gazes of Wei Xuanmo and Bu Nian Monk, and sat in front of them.

She picked up the jug on the table and poured a glass of wine.

She did not drink, but took the glass of wine, bowed to the bright moon in the sky, and sprinkled the glass of wine on the ground.

"Originally, I wanted to ask you to help me, but I didn't expect that you didn't even take care of yourself."

"I don't know if you still remember the girl named Yang Duoduo... and I don't know if the jade pendant I gave you is still on your body."

"You left a lasting mark in the world, and you left so freely. Perhaps it was God's call to you..."

"You are the Immortal of Poetry, and your poems should have appeared in heaven, not in the human world."

"Since you can't help me, then I can only decide what to do myself."

When Zhao Hanyue said this, her eyes became more determined, as if she had made up her mind about something big, so that when Wei Xuanmo looked at her, he was not only shocked, but also extremely worried.

The corners of Zhao Hanyue's mouth suddenly curled up. She poured three more glasses of wine and handed two glasses over.

She raised her eyes and looked at Wei Xuanmo:

"Sir, the fight for the throne between the fourth emperor brother and the crown prince brother... let's just fight. It's normal, but now it seems that this fight has gone beyond the rules!"

"My father is ill, and the great monk Jiudeng was seriously injured in the battle with Wu Xichen."

"The Great Monk Jijue from Donglin Chanyuan took advantage of the situation and destroyed Xilin Chanyuan... This is not what my father likes!"

"The East-West Chanyuan has become more powerful when combined into one, which is extremely detrimental to the imperial power, and it has now been reflected."

"The Great Monk Ji Mie came to Sifeng City, but apparently he was not able to persuade the Great Monk Ji Jue."

"The two had a fight. I'm afraid the great monk Nie Mie stayed in Ningguo for too long, so he lost."

"The great monk Jijue has officially become the leader of the Zen sect. He stands behind the four emperors... My father's illness is getting worse and worse, and the great monk Jijue has become unscrupulous."

"Of course the prince brother will not give up."

"If we cross the country, a civil war will inevitably occur!"

"Those imperial uncles, imperial brothers, and civil and military ministers are all waiting and watching. They are just waiting for the crown prince brother and the fourth emperor brother to decide the winner. They are just waiting for the maximum benefit."

"But few of them have thought carefully about the fact that the essence behind this battle is the battle between imperial power and Buddhism!"

"The country of Yue respects Buddha."

"Since the collapse of the Dali Empire and the establishment of the Yue Kingdom, Buddhism has been the state religion of the Yue Kingdom."

"But for thousands of years, although emperors of all dynasties have been required to be baptized and crowned by the state religion, the state religion has rarely interfered with the succession of imperial power!"

"Three hundred years ago, something happened once, and it was at that time that Zen Buddhism was split into two, and became the Eastern and Western Zen monasteries that check and balance each other."

"Now that they are unified again, they are acting like monsters again!"

Zhao Hanyue suddenly stood up.

At this moment, she no longer looked as miserable and weak as before.

Her figure is still petite.

But there is a powerful aura in her petite body.

She walked to the fence with her hands behind her back and looked at the lotus pond under the moonlight.

"This kind of thing can't happen again!"

"I want to meet my father!"

She turned around and looked at Wei Xuanmo and Monk Bu Nian who looked shocked.

"Go now!"

She turned around and walked away, still holding the pen in her hand!

The monk Bu Nian sighed, clasped his hands together, and said "Amitabha!"

Wei Xuanmo stroked his long beard and looked at Princess Hanyue's back. He also stood up and suddenly smiled.
To be continued...