little wife

Chapter 112

Jing Yun felt dizzy for a while, and could hardly believe his eyes. He staggered a step, lifted his robe and fell to his knees on the ground, tremblingly shouting: "Father..."

Ning Luo couldn't come back to his senses all of a sudden, looking at the Taoist priest in front of him wearing a Taoist crown and holding Buddha dust in his hand, it took him a while to match up with the former Lord Dingyun, and knelt down with a "plop". On the ground, I couldn't help choking up: "Father, you...how did you come here...we miss you so much!"

Jing Cheng let out a long sigh, stepped forward to help Jing Yun up, and signaled Ning Luo to get up, with a calm expression: "Get up, I have entered the Tao, and the Tao name is Qing Chong."

"Father, are you just so heartless to abandon us and go away?" Jing Yun's always cold face was filled with pain, "Even if you are willing to let go of me, Zheng'er and Xi'er, can you also let go of your grandmother? Her old man Missing you all the time, do you have the heart to let her weep every day? Come back with me, and we will be reunited as a family, otherwise even the spirit of your mother in heaven will blame you."

Jing Cheng's indifferent expression finally showed a crack, and he said in a low voice, "Is your grandmother okay?"

"Grandmother is getting old, and her health is good and bad," Jing Yun replied, "I have been in the Northwest these years, and I can't fulfill my filial piety, so I really miss it."

Jing Cheng remained silent, and after a while he forced a smile and said, "My life is really useless, and I always humiliate your grandmother, why don't I show up in front of her old man."

Jing Yun was still waiting to persuade me, but Jing Cheng changed the subject: "Today we met by fate, it seems that the sage deliberately let me end the fate, let's go, get hungry, let's go have dinner, here is your meal Another acquaintance."

The small dining hall was clean, and there were six or seven plates of vegetarian dishes on the Eight Immortals table, red, green, and green. It looked very refreshing and pleasant. The little Taoist happened to come in from the other end with the dishes, and greeted with a smile: "Honest guest!" Yes, my uncle said he was an old friend, so let me prepare more food and wine."

Jing Yun and Ning Luo were stunned, and looked outside, only to see a Taoist priest wearing a green shirt, his brows as clear and freehand as the distant mountains, and he raised his palms to salute them: "Master Hou, Madam, don't come here without any harm. no?"

Surprised and delighted, Jing Yun took a step forward and bowed in return: "Daoist Qingxu, it turns out that you are here, and I have had a hard time finding it."

When old friends met, they were very affectionate. There were six people sitting at the Eight Immortals table, and they chatted while eating and pushing glasses. Jing Cheng has been wandering around since he came out of the capital. By chance, he met Daoist Qingxu, and Under the guidance of Qingxu, he became a monk and practiced Taoism. He became Qingxu's junior under the name of Master Qingxu.

"We've all heard about Hou Ye's defeat of the Northern Zhou Dynasty," Daoist Qingxu said with a smile, "We're all happy for you. After news of your defense and defeat of the enemy came out, my junior brother was very drunk. It is said that I can finally have the face to meet your mother underground."

Jing Cheng smiled helplessly: "Senior brother, do you intend to make my fate difficult?"

"The fate of the world is broken, it is caused by one's heart," Qing Xu's eyes were indifferent, "You must remember it, junior."

Jing Cheng was startled, his eyes were slightly closed, and when he opened it again, it was already clear, and he smiled and said, "The words of the senior brother are enlightening."

After this back and forth, Jing Yun saw that Jing Cheng's gaze became more and more dull, and he understood in his heart that the possibility of persuading his father to go home was very small, so he couldn't help feeling bitter, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Ning Luo looked at him worriedly, pressed his hand that was about to pour the wine, and persuaded softly: "Brother Jing, you have to go on the road tomorrow, so drink less."

Jing Yun's hand froze, and finally let it go, and said with a wry smile: "I understand, don't worry."

The Taoist temple was not big, so Qingxu ordered two rooms to be cleaned up in front of him, so Yu Huiyao and Zou Zelin went down the mountain first, leaving Jing Yun, his wife and a few attendants to wait on the Taoist temple.In the dead of night, the valley in the mountains became more and more quiet, Jing Yun sent Jing Cheng to the meditation room, but still stubbornly stood outside the door and refused to leave.

"Is father so cruel that he cut off everything in the world?" He asked somewhat desperately.

Jing Cheng was silent for a moment, lit a candle, motioned for him to come in, and closed the door.Looking at the proud son under his knees, he sighed softly and said, "Yun'er, I thought that you should be the one who understands me best."

Jing Yun knelt at Jing Cheng's feet, silent.

"Now you are successful and famous, and you have a child, but if something happens to Luo'er, where will you go?" Jing Sheng said calmly.

His chest seemed to be grabbed by someone's hands, and Jing Yun was suddenly so stuffy that he couldn't breathe, and he was speechless.

"I'm afraid you are more decisive than me," Jing Cheng stared at him, with a smile on his lips, "Am I wrong?"

Jing Yun finally gave up, and said in a hoarse voice: "Father, then at least you send us a letter regularly, so that grandma can rest assured."

Jing Cheng nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "How are you and... him now?"

It took Jing Yun a while to figure out who this "he" was, and said after deliberation: "I haven't met the saint in the northwest for a long time."

Jing Cheng was a little dazed, and he sighed after a while: "Actually, although he is the emperor, he is also a poor man. Back then, in order to balance the power of the courtiers, he had to marry your mother's cousin. There are many constraints, but he can't be as casual as we are, he doesn't have the slightest desire to play with your mother, it's really God's will."

Jing Yun's expression was a little stiff, obviously he didn't want to discuss this issue with his father in depth.

Jing Cheng touched his head as he did when he was a child, and said in a low voice: "Don't hold any resentment towards him anymore, I have thought about it a lot since I was free, there is no right or wrong about what happened back then. Ninth Five Lord, no matter how much he wants to get close to you, he suffers for you and your mother. Now that everyone around him is like this, if you still refuse to forgive him, he will really become a lonely person... "

"Yes, father, I understand." Jing Yun replied with his head bowed.

"Go, don't miss me anymore," Jing Cheng said with a smile, "I'm fine, I just hope to have an afterlife for myself and your mother."

Jing Yun stood up and retreated reluctantly.

Standing outside the door, watching the candles flicker twice and then extinguished, he adjusted his thoughts and finally left slowly.

It was late at night, and although it was still the end of winter down the mountain, the wind blowing through the Taoist temple was not cold.I think it's because it's located in a mountain col, and the cold current outside is blocked from the green hills.

An old camphor tree in the courtyard was tall and deep, and the moonlight shone through the leaves, reflecting on the washed white Taoist robe under the tree.

Jing Yun has always admired this Taoist priest Qingxu with a profound Taoist heart, and the unexpected reunion in this small mountain temple made him feel relieved when he was confused about some things.

"Daoist Qingxu," Jing Yun stepped forward and bowed, "Thank you, Daoist, for taking care of my father."

Daoist Qingxu smiled: "Master Hou is very polite, all fruit must be answered, junior brother has his own fate, just like you, don't worry too much."

Jing Yun was silent for a moment, then met Daoist Qingxu's gaze and said, "Is my fate the jade plaque that Luo'er is wearing?"

Daoist Qingxu was not surprised at all, and looked at him with warm eyes: "Master Hou is really as careful as a hair."

"What's going on? Did all my dreams really happen? How did Luo'er marry Yang Yan in the dream, and how... died?" Jing Yun asked several questions in one breath , the last two words almost squeezed out from between the teeth, with a bit of panic.

"False and real, dreams and dreams come and go, why should Lord Hou care?" Daoist Qingxu said with a smile, "Even if the dream was real, can it make Lord Hou feel half-timidated?"

"Of course not." Jing Yun said proudly, "Even if there are mountains of swords and fire, as long as Luo'er is by my side, I will block it for her."

"Then it will be done. The Marquis is fighting against foreign aggression for tens of millions of people. I am very relieved that the poor can do something for you. Even if there are many changes in this world, they cannot be separated from the original purpose. A little bit of a clown, I believe that with the ability of Lord Hou, he will be able to bring his wife to overcome all difficulties. I am going to the capital, and I will give you four words from the poor Taoist." He paused, his clear eyes shone with light, and a trace of love escaped from the corner of his mouth. Smiling, "Follow your heart."

Jing Yun was confused when he heard it, but he also understood that a Taoist priest of Qingxu must not reveal too many mysteries.He also put the strange dream behind him, even if something happened in the dream, his feelings for Ning Luo would not change a bit.

Early the next morning, Jananke personally came to the door to urge Jing Yun, Jing Yun and Ning Luo got up, went around the Taoist temple but did not find Jing Cheng and Taoist Qingxu, asked the little Taoist boy Xiao Daotong only said that the two of them went into the mountains early in the morning, and they didn't know when they would come back.

Jing Yun understood that it was his father who was avoiding him, and he had no choice but to look at the distant mountains in a sense of loss, and left the Taoist temple with Ning Luo.

After descending the mountain, the group of people did not stop any longer, they went all the way fast, and arrived in the Gyeonggi area ten days later, and then slowed down their pace.

Jiananke had already sent someone to deliver the letter in front of Shengjia in advance, and when he arrived at the capital, Jing Yun rode on the cloud and looked from a distance, and saw that there were nearly a thousand people in front of him in the dark, the army was clean, and the sparrow was silent. It was the generals of the Habayashi Army whom he trained before leaving Beijing.

In front of the Yulin Army are the ministers of the current court. They haven't seen each other for two years. The ministers in the court have been replaced by new and old ministers. Except for six or seven veteran ministers such as Ning Zhenchuan and Zou Muyi, the rest look familiar but are not well-known. There is also a chariot set up, which is graceful and magnificent.

As soon as Jing Yun and his party appeared in sight, the drums and horns sounded in front of them, and all the courtiers who came to greet them showed joy.

Jing Yun reined in the reins and got off the horse, and walked forward slowly facing the noon sun. His body was covered with a layer of gilt. Although he was only dressed in casual clothes, he was still imposing, as if the god of war descended to earth.

The bead curtain of the chariot was lifted, and a young man in a light golden python robe slowly stepped out. His face was like a crown jade, and his posture was as gentle and elegant as before. Only the gaze in his eyes fell on Jing Yun like a poisonous snake. On the body is Rui Wang Yang Yan.

"The Marquis of Dingyun conquered the Northern Zhou Dynasty and returned with a great victory. The king has been waiting here for a long time." Yang Yan smiled and took his hand affectionately. ?”

Jing Yun took a step back, bowed and saluted, narrowly avoiding Yang Yan's hand, and said in a deep voice: "I dare not take credit for it, and I am blessed by His Majesty, and the soldiers are honored, and God bless me, Da Chen!"

"God bless Chen! Your majesty is blessed!"

Yang Yan and Jing Yun stood facing each other, their eyes met, and the cheers beside them resounded like thunder.

A vague thought flashed through Jing Yun's mind: the Dragon's Pool and Tiger's Den in the capital might be more dangerous and unpredictable than the Battle of the Northwest.

(End of this chapter)