The familiar and cute voice evoked Madam Cheng's past for a moment. The right hand holding tea paused for a moment, and the faint sarcasm overflowed from the corner of her mouth as the waves of her eyes flowed. Some people seemed gentle and harmless, but they were like Huang Feng's tail thorns, and the poisonous juice was full invisible...

"I wonder what my wife will teach you when she comes to the humble house?" Madam Cheng suddenly didn't want to be vain and went straight to the point.

"Sister, do you have to talk to your sister in this tone?" Lan Ke frowned slightly, looking very pitiful.

"You and I have different identities now. The wife is the bright moon in the sky, and the women are just the yellow mud on the ground. At this moment, the women in the folk may not be able to stand up to the friendship of Jinlan." Mrs. Cheng took a sip of tea and spoke lightly.

Lan Ke did not feel any so-called difference from her words, but she heard some disdain. Time is far away, and the arrogant and self-centered woman back then has accumulated her temperament and gentler her edges, and the pride in her bones has never been reduced in half.

"hehe….."

"Sister is still so straightforward."

The wife of Shangshu suddenly rose from the bench, lifted up the lotus silk and flew with wide sleeves, and the butterflies on the cuffs seemed to spread their wings and fly.

Taomeng Feiqiao smiled without anger and said, "Since that's the case, for the past relationship between you and me, my sister comes to tell you something."

Madam Cheng then stood up and bowed her head and bowed: "I wish to hear the details..."

Lan Ke stared at Mrs. Cheng thoughtfully, wearing a homely indigo-colored collared jacket, a long silk skirt of the same color, the only bright color was the green silk. Her head covered with blue hair was wrapped in Broli, and only a few broken hairs were loosely floating behind her ears, and there was no ornament on her body. She had a quiet and quiet style.

"Sister, can you tell me that there has been a big event in the court and the market recently." Lan Ke lifted the butterfly embroidery on her cuffs, and she said casually, but the gloating at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows betrayed her proud mood.

"How can a civilian woman know about the major national affairs?"

"Madam is joking." Madam Cheng lowered her head gently, not taking over her words.

"Minister woman? Woman?" Lan Ke brows tightly, as surprised as if she had first discovered it: "Sister, have you been married?"

Mrs. Cheng smiled undeniably: "In the sixth year of Dazhong, I am from Shu."

"Where is my brother-in-law?" Lan Ke looked around, trying to find some secrets from this small study.

"Please come out and meet quickly. My little sister should take a good look at what kind of man can make our sister Ayue abandon the famous General Guangling and turn to his arms."

"I also told him to know that my sister is also a strong family member."

"You can't be bullied by him." Lan Ke said with a cute and innocent smile, just like a good sister who is dedicated to supporting her sister.

"Thank you for your kindness, Madam." Madam Cheng stood up and thanked her, "It's a pity that my husband has no chance to meet her."

"What's going on?" Lan Ke asked pretended to be true, and the truth seemed to be clear.

"Husband..."

"Husband..."

"I had already been in a plague in my hometown in the same year..." Mrs. Cheng made a low statement, with a sadness that seemed to be choking and sobbing in his tone.

"It's over now, I hope my sister will feel sad..." Lan Ke gently stroked Madam Cheng's arm, feeling the sorrow that she felt empathetic.

"Thank you for your care, Madam," Mrs. Cheng pulled out his hand without a trace, pretending to wipe the tears at the corners of his eyes.

"Sister, I have so many fates."

"well……"

"This new love and old love either dies from plague or dies of misfortune. It's also very pitiful."

What a heartbroken wife of Shangshu. Mrs. Cheng sneered in her heart several times.

"The civilian woman doesn't understand what the wife says."

"It's no wonder that my sister is now filial and she can't get out of the door if she doesn't go out on weekdays, so the news is inevitable."

"My sister is a special message to Sister Ayue today." Lan Ke turned around proudly, staring at the woman beside her with beautiful eyes, and then slowly spit out a shocking message: "General Guangling Lu Wei, yes, it is the Lu Wei you and I know. I really didn't expect that I would be loyal to the emperor and serve the country on weekdays. A month ago, my husband and Prince Qing found out that he had treason for his treason. Ten days ago, the vanguard of our army was shot and killed with the Heishui River in the Qilian Mountains."

"It is said that the corpse was snatched away by the wild wolf waiting on the shore on the spot."

"The traitor's fate is considered dead."

"Did you think so? Sister?"

On this day, Chengji's grocery store closed its doors and closed its doors. The crescent moon like a hook was still hanging in the dark sky. The sky was only opened with a white moon. The green mountains carried a half-new ox cart and pulled Cheng to Luoxia Mountain in the western suburbs.

Neighbors seemed to be accustomed to it. Aunt Liu, the adjacent bun shop, warmly greeted customers while chatting with the mother of Guo Xiucai who was rushing to the door.

"I didn't expect that the wife of the Cheng family could be visited by the wife of Shangshu himself."

Aunt Liu's wrinkled old face was full of envy, "The biggest official the old woman has ever seen in her life is just the captain Yang at the intersection of the street. Mrs. Shangshu? That is a great nobleman who can enter and exit the palace."

"You old guy is not listening to the ears? A dead husband, can the widow from the countryside catch up with this noble family?"

My mother Guo Xiucai pursed her lips and didn't believe it. The thief's eyes were filled with contempt. When Aunt Liu was not paying attention, she secretly hid two big meat from the stove and packed them into a dirty bag.

"I believe it or not, I secretly saw it through the crack of the door. The luxurious carriage and the pretty maid looked like the ladies in your Guo Xiucai painting book."

Aunt Liu kept talking and chanting everything she saw, wishing she could swear to the sky and be proud of her. "That lady is really a fairy descending to earth..."

"Hmph..." No matter how smallpox she said, the scholar's mother still sneered and was too lazy to pay attention to her.

"Are you jealous? The toad wants to eat swan meat, but it doesn't matter how much his son is."

Aunt Liu disliked the most. Guo Xiucai and his son's style relied on how he could write a few sour poems to support himself. He didn't know where to see the style of the Cheng family's wife, coveted the family wealth, and asked a matchmaker to propose marriage with a shameless face. He was full of joy. The widow would agree to remarry.

Unexpectedly, the girl Qingyue kicked out Mrs. Guo and the matchmaker on the spot, and threw the gifts mercilessly. After the incident, Mrs. Guo spread rumors everywhere that Mrs. Cheng hooked up with his son first. No one in the neighborhood knew her face, and no one believed it at all.

One day, Guo Xiucai was beaten by someone to take a bag and was thrown naked at the street corner for public display. He hangs a calligraphy and painting around his neck, and the words "striking thief" are still talked about by good people. The Guo family's mother and son have been invisible for a long time with their tails in their hands.

"Pony Liu, what did you say..." Poony Guo hated others' re-introduction of old things, turned against each other on the spot, put his hands on his back, and prepared to have a big fight.

In the noisy, a man in gray stopped and stopped, "Auntie, where have the people in the messenger shop gone?"

The visitor pointed to the notice on the door panel that said "The boss has something to do, and he will be closed for one day."

I look at the guy who looks like a busy guy all year round, but I listen to the accent of him like a foreigner.

"Who is the young man from the Cheng family's wife?"

Aunt Liu put down her work and asked cordially, Mrs. Guo, who was too lazy to deal with the shrew's condition.

"I was entrusted by someone to bring a message to the Cheng family's wife."

"Auntie, do you know where they are going?" The man in gray responded truthfully, his dark face full of anxiety.

"Every day, Madam Cheng will go to light the lamp of immortality for her deceased husband."

"Thank you..." The man bowed respectfully and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The famous ancient temple in Chang'an City is the most praised by Ci'en Temple in later generations. The famous Master Xuanzang presided over the translation site. It built the famous Big Wild Goose Pagoda, which is also the ancestral home of the Dharma-Synthetic Consciousness School.

There is also a Ximing Temple, a national temple built by the imperial sutras, which is majestic. After the temple was completed, Emperor Gaozong of Tang ordered the selection of 50 great masters to be stationed in the capital, such as: Lawyer Daoxuan of the Vinaya Sect, and Master Shentai, one of the "Three Great Masters of Abhidharma", was once the master of the temple.

After three years of panzhai Chang'an City, these famous temples, big and small, did not have time to travel, which was also a pity for Mrs. Cheng.

The morning bells and drums sounded in my ears, and the sounds seemed to float from the sky, and the sounds were lingering. A thin light fog surrounded the mountains. The entire temple seemed to be flying above the clouds, and there was a fairy scenery of jade buildings.

The little novice monk led the group into a Zen room with a familiarity. Qingshan looked around alertly, and after a move, he nodded slightly to Qingyue.

Qingyue pushed open the door, and Madam Cheng slowly entered, and the door behind her seemed to be blocking a world...

Madam Cheng clasped her hands together and kowtowed three times at the tablet on the table. After the ceremony, the woman in green clothes was covered with three pieces of wood fragrance in her hand and carefully inserted it into the furnace. Threads of blue smoke made several coils on her head, dancing fluttering towards the eaves, as if turning into various prayers, and crawling into the hearts of the people who were missing at midnight, she could clearly distinguish the distant face in the phantom of the yellow beam.

Madam Cheng gently tilted the wire core wrapped in the oil lamp beside the desk with her hand. The small fire became more and more leaping and brighter, and her face reflected in the light and shadow was solemn and sad: "The Buddha said that life has eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, no seeking, and separation from love."

"You walk in a clean and neat way, but the people who stay have to struggle in this world."

"If there is a next life, I hope you can join an ordinary family and live the life you have always thought about."

The owner of the card offering seemed to hear her wish, and the beating candlelight was even more enthusiastic than before.

"What a deep affectionate lady?"

Suddenly, someone jumped off the crossbar. Madam Cheng widened her eyes and was so frightened that she was so scared that she fell to the ground. The fragrant fruit in her hand fell all over the ground.

"you...."

"Who are you?"

This is a 16-year-old boy with a dark and rough face that is different from the powerful princes in Chang'an City. His gray clothes are worn and dusty, and he is obviously a fast-paced journey, and he is always in a hurry.

"Who am I?" The boy wrote sarcasm in his tired eyes, as if he felt like a joke at this moment.

The bitterness in his heart became even more sour. He clenched his fists, his eyebrows and eyes that should have been flying were furious, and anger rose up. He was forcing himself to try to suppress it.
Chapter completed!