In the three years of Chang'an, it was all circling in the bluestone alley in the southwest corner of Pingkangfang. Every year, except for this day meeting, Luoxia Temple.

The Tang Dynasty's tolerance for women was the most in history. After the incident of Guo Xiucai, in order to avoid more troublesome things, she lived a perfect life of a widow for three years.

"Young Master, have you found the wrong person?" Madam Cheng struggled to stand up. After finishing the dust on her body, she squatted down and began to pick up the fragrant fruit on the ground.

"I would rather know the wrong person myself."

“It’s a pity, it’s not.”

The boy gritted his teeth, his cheeks were as bulging as a ball, and his dark eyes were filled with hatred, injustice, and a sad feeling. This feeling seemed to cry when he retracted his anger, tearing open the extremely painful forbearance in his heart.

"What can I do for you?"

Madam Cheng placed the offerings one by one on the incense table, and the incense candles jumped and the blue smoke wisps. After doing everything, she slowly turned around, and her compassionate eyes showed unbearable feelings.

The young man remained silent and stared at the tablet on the incense table for a long time. His eyes turned red due to patience, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. At this moment, there was someone who didn't even have the opportunity to worship openly.

But the woman he loved was worried about was another man, who paid homage to him every year and missed him every month.

The boy pushed the tears back into his eyes. As a dignified man, he would rather shed blood than cry, but his heart felt desolate. The underworld was blue and blue, and only one person missed her lovesickness.

The two of them confront each other in this way, each with their own thoughts.

"The donor stay, this is the Nuke Zen Room." The little shaman at the entrance of the courtyard exclaimed.

"Get out..." A series of footsteps gradually approached. The little novice monk wanted to step forward, but was surprised by the fierce momentum of this wave of people. He looked like he was not an ordinary person.

The man in the middle had a jade hairpin, white brocade dressed up, and his hands were behind his back. His majestic and noble spirit were either rich or noble, and he could not afford to offend a little monk.

“Amitabha….”

"Female donor, I want to be blessed." The little novice monk silently recited the Buddha three times in his heart, and turned around quietly. All he could do was to move a rescuer.

Qingshan and Qingyue moved when they heard the sound, facing the five people coming towards them.

"The government is in charge of affairs, please cooperate with all guests."

The visitor was wearing the official uniform of a Dali Temple Chief. He looked around alertly and then shouted the name loudly. Qingshan's eyebrows moved. The noble man in the middle was actually Ye Qing, the new Minister of War, who was in full swing in Chang'an City.

I sent my wife to test his wife three days ago. Today I met at Luoxia Temple again. The people who helped him have obviously been very skilled, and I hope they didn't come for them. Otherwise, things would be impossible.

Madam Cheng stayed here and was the most remote Fengxiang Hall in Luoxia Temple. It was built by the mountain. The skilled craftsman supported it with six large columns. A two-story building and the majestic and dangerous mountain were integrated into one. On one side was a cliff, and on the other side was a winding small stone staircase and the entire temple formed a whole. After years of fog, it was like a fairy's shy face, mysterious and charming.

Fengxiangtang, as the name suggests, worship is a person who is not recognized by the family, or children who die prematurely. There are also ordinary pilgrims who light a lamp of immortality for their deceased families and pray for the willingness to meet in the next life.

If there are thieves hiding in the temple, this place is an excellent place, far away from the crowd, secluded and quiet, and ordinary people rarely appear. Occasionally, just one or two novice monks inspect the candlelight.

Ye Qing observed carefully and came to such a conclusion in his heart.

Last night, Dianzhou reported that a traitor from the army fled into Chang'an. This person may have cared about the major secret of the case of General Guangling. King Qing sent someone to instruct him overnight to intercept him outside the city gate.

When Ye Qing ordered the guard Li Jia of the mansion to pursue him, the prison gatekeeper reported that this person had probably tried to get into the city.

As for where this person will go, it is actually not difficult to speculate, it is nothing more than Weiyuan Hou Mansion in Jingkangfang.

The Lu Mansion had already set up a net of heaven and earth. Why did he drive to the small Luoxia Temple today? Of course, he was the old lover of General Guangling.

"Is the Cheng family's wife in the inner room?" Ye Qing took a step forward with an expectant smile on his face.

Qingshan sneered a few times in his heart. As expected, the person who came was not kind as he had guessed. He was respectful on his face and bowed first: "Sir, he is the young master."

"There were many people disturbing each other the day before yesterday, and Qing had not yet thanked him in person."

Ye Qing looked humble, which made several deacons around him confused. He rushed to send them from Dali Temple. It turned out to accompany this adult to talk about old things to a woman? Didn’t he mean to capture the traitors in the army? Early in the morning, a lot of time wasted. Who made people be the celebrity in front of King Qing? The few of them looked at each other and all expressed the same dissatisfaction from each other. Even if they were dissatisfied, they had to finish the job today before they could leave.

"The boss once said that she was a widow in Chang'an without any relatives and reasons, and she was very happy to be missed by her wife. How could she disturb her?"

"You're kind to you, sir."

Qingshan bowed his hands and said neither humble nor arrogant in his words. He was completely different from a small grocery store, but more like a big manager who was the only one.

A capable man turned his head to loyalty to a widow with no power. This matter was originally somewhat unusual, either with great kindness or with ulterior motives.

This woman, Cheng Yue, was so charming that she wanted to spy on her, but she had no idea how to start.

The news obtained by Prince Qing’s mansion dispatched the Tianzi Spy, which was the same as the content that Lan Ke had collected.

After five years of conflict with Lu Wei, the two parted ways after they met their current husband in Shu, but they became widows due to a sudden plague. Then, they took Qingyue Qingshan and the two brothers and sisters back to Chang'an.

And her short-lived husband is just a country man with a innocent life experience and no one can find out.

But, Ye Qing always had a premonition in his heart that if he wanted to find a breakthrough in the General Guangling incident, he must start with this lady Cheng first.

General Lu Wei, the only son of Marquis of Weiyuan, and the young marshal of the Lu family. His grandfather Lu Zhan was a famous god of war. The Lu family lasted for three generations and produced three generals, but he died in battle one after another. He was the only one of the Lu family who was left to take on the brigade. Before the treason case, he was the governor of Dianzhou and also served as the general of the world's military and horses, carrying the military and political power of Yun, Guizhou, Sichuan and other places on his shoulders, and he was powerful in the world.

However, whether he was ambitious to annex the conscience, Lu Wei actually used the country he built by his ancestors to collude with foreign tribes and attempted to harm his country. Ye Qing had to lament for the young general in his heart.

No matter whether it is successful, king or defeat, a hero or hero, there are weaknesses in people. The men of the Lu family are born with love. Lu Wei and his grandfather, their fathers usually have to die for a woman. Human beings are tender and tender, which is probably the case.

Cheng Yue had been hiding his name in Chang'an for many years, but suddenly appeared at this critical moment. Isn't it too coincidental? His intuition told him that biting her may lead to unexpected gains.

"Qing Dynasty, there is something that I really want to bother the Cheng family's wife today."

"Can you convey the sympathy of these Dali Temple and ask her to see you?" Ye Qing raised his hand and pointed to the men with serious faces beside him and said.

"The official is in charge, and the villain's boss is running a small business. It is difficult for a widow to survive. I dare not do anything that violates the law."

"I don't know what advice is from the official." Qingshan turned to worship the people and said tremblingly.

"I heard that the wife of the Cheng family had some involvement with General Guangling before. We routinely investigated some old things. You just need to be honest. Before the incident was clear, no one was qualified to convict her."

The man in the blue shirt who was leading the way was named An Chen, a small leader in Dali Temple. At this time, except for Ye Qing, he was the biggest, so he was naturally the pioneer.

"Assues everything as the official's arrangement."

"The boss is paying homage to his deceased husband at this time. Can you be content with me for a while? Rong Xiaomei went to inform me."

Qingshan looked sincere.

An Chen looked at Ye Qing inquiring, and Ye Qing nodded.

“Hard work.”

Qingshan gave Qingyue a wink. Qingyue nodded clearly and quickly turned around and pushed open the Zen room: "My wife, Ye Qing, Minister of War, brought the people from Dali Temple to meet."

"them…… "

Qingyue's words were blocked on her lips because someone pressed her back with a knife behind her back. Madam Cheng anxiously recited the words to Qingyue, "Don't say it..."

Qingyue was quite puzzled and tried to turn her head to see the person behind her.

The man's blade increased his strength. With a warning, the hard knife pressed against his waist, causing a little pain. From the other party's heavy breathing, it could feel like a man.

Qingyue's hands clenched in her cuffs into fists, forcing herself to calm down, and whispered: "The ones waiting outside the door are the elite soldiers and generals of Dali Temple in the dynasty. I just need to shout loudly, and the young hero's life will be hung on the knife holder. Please think twice about calm."

"A cheap life is not to be cherished."

There was a tragic determination hidden in the low and hoarse voice, and Qingyue's brows were filled with worries. Her wife seemed a little abnormal and repeatedly reminded herself not to act rashly.

"Are you Lu Jie?"

From Qingyue’s entry to the scimitar in his hand, Madam Cheng confirmed the boy’s identity with great certainty.

Because the moon scimitar with iron-cut iron like mud was the birthday gift he gave to Lu Jie for thirteen years in five years.

But I didn't expect that seeing each other today was not about being happy, but about facing each other.

Lu Jie's strength in his hand was not reduced, and the palm around Qingyue's neck was not slackened, and he was unable to calm down. He was like a ferocious little beast, with countless mockery in his eyes, biting his lips, and squeezing out a sentence with difficulty: "So the lady of the Cheng family still remembers me."

"It's not too heartless."

"Ajie, let Qingyue go."

"Your situation is very dangerous. I will explain everything about me after I have passed the moment I see it?" Mrs. Cheng walked closer, looking anxious. This child has always been stubborn and difficult to tame. Except for his admiration for his great master, the words of others are really hard to hear.
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