Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 127
The mountains and forests are quiet, with occasional wild insects singing nearby and domestic dogs barking in the distance.

Sensing the weird atmosphere, Sun Puying followed at a distance and played by pulling leaves from the tree by herself.

Huo Yin still didn't answer, Wanwan stared at the corners of his tightly pursed lips, her gaze slowly dimmed.

When the imperial uncle's imperial decree for bestowing marriage was just issued, Huanyu stayed up all night, worried: "General Huo is so wise and martial, who wields swords every day, and Princess Yao'an is so accommodating, but the county Master, don’t say it’s riding a horse and practicing swords, even if it’s difficult to walk across the street, if General Huo despises it, what should we do.”

Not only could Wanwan not be able to fight with him, she might even be sick for several months. The mansion decocted medicine every day, and the bitter taste could seep into the seams of her clothes.

King Huai smelled like medicine every time he went to court.

As soon as the smell of the medicine became strong, everyone would know that Princess Zhaohe must be ill again.

Huanyu was worried that Huo Yin would dislike Wanwan as a medicine jar, but fortunately, little white pigeons came to give gifts almost every day, such as big pearl bracelets, gold hairpin jade bracelets, and small candy beads, all tied to the little pigeons. It flew in from the open window, and landed right in front of Wanwan's bed.

Sometimes when the doors and windows are closed, the little pigeon will peck the window outside, and when the ring jade is opened, it will fly to Wanwan again.

Only then did Huanyu feel relieved: "Looking at how caring the general is, he must not be the inferior person I thought he was."

The little pigeons came every day, until the war broke out between Liao'an of Chen State and Dongzhou on the border of Dazhou, Huo Yin led the troops to quell the chaos, and left suddenly without saying goodbye to Wan Wan, and no more little pigeons came to deliver things .

See you later.

It is Mengshan.

Wanwan leaned quietly in his arms, without saying anything, Huo Yin looked down at her, and found that her complexion was worse than before, so she quickened her pace, wanting to go to Lian Po's house as soon as possible.

Lian's family lived at the foot of the mountain, a two-entry adobe house, with a bright courtyard outside, long and semi-elliptical, swept clean, with a small stream running on one side, and spring water passing through the door.

There is a large vertical Buddha statue in the hall, with two small seats on each side. Lian Po is wearing plain clothes, her hair is neatly tied, and her face is plain, yet intimate.

At this moment, I lit incense and was talking to two other middle-aged women.

"This will work."

The short-haired woman frowned: "To tell you the truth, I just don't want my daughter to marry him, but she's stubborn and determined, so I won't listen to anything I say."

Lian Po shook the incense stick in her hand: "The Buddha said, fate has arrived."

When the woman heard this, she didn't dare to say anything, and asked a few more questions before finishing.

When bringing incense to the yard to burn, his eyes stopped on Huo Yin and Wan Wan.

Wanwan was sitting on the chair by the door, and Huo Yin was beside her, with a tall body facing the sun, blocking the sunlight that shone on her.

The two whispered.

"This young couple is asking about marriage."

"I don't know, hurry up, you have to go back to work when you're done."

"Got it, what's the rush?"

The two slowly prepared to burn, and when their eyes fell on the two of them again, they were taken aback by the man's indifferent eyes.

With a chill in his heart, he unknowingly sped up his movements.

It didn't take long to burn and left soon.

Huo Yin walked into the hall with Wan Wan in his arms, Lian Po sat at the tea table and poured water to drink, saw someone coming in out of the corner of her eye, and said casually: "Who sees..."

After seeing the person who came, there was a pause in the voice and a bit of surprise in the eyes.

Huo Yin's attention was always on Wan Wan, and he didn't see Lian Po's expression, so he hugged her and stepped forward: "Her."

On the contrary, Sun Puying, who was walking behind, saw the change in Lian Po's expression. At first she was sitting idly on the futon drinking tea, but when she saw Huo Yin, she stood up quickly, put her feet together, and listened carefully to her tone of voice, and could hear A little respectful: "Yes, you let people sit up."

Huo Yin helped Wanwan to sit up straight.

Lian Po asked her name and age, lit a stick of incense and went in front of the Buddha statue, murmuring about what she said, and came over after a while with a difficult look on her face.

"Give this... some luck."

.........

Huo Yin took Wan Wan outside to burn incense, while Sun Puying stayed in the hall, seeing Lian Po sitting back on the futon, staring at the cup in a daze, so she stepped forward.

"Master Lian."

Lian Po said calmly: "An ordinary person, stained with the world of mortals, can't afford this master, just call me Lian Po."

Sun Puying choked for a moment, thinking that this even mother-in-law really has good eyesight, and she is respectful to Brother Huo, but her attitude is different when she arrives.

But Sun Puying didn't care. Instead, she felt that the old nun was quite powerful, so she listened to the neat row of lampposts.

"Grandma, what is this?"

"Reincarnation candle, pray for reincarnation of good people."

Sun Puying can't help but laugh, he doesn't believe in past and present lives, a human being is composed of cells, and if this life is burnt to ashes after death, how can there be a next life.

He asked casually: "Reincarnation? If I reincarnate, will I still be the same person as before? For example, if I die, will I still be the same person after reincarnation?"

Sun Puying thought, since they all died and have no memory, they should not be considered alone.

Lian Po took a sip of water: "Time goes by every second, and nothing stays the same forever. The previous life and the future life should be different, so that we can savor all kinds of life."

Sun Puying nodded, thinking that it made sense. The old nun's words were quite sophisticated, and he nodded in agreement with a serious face: "That's right, that's right, they all died again, and of course they can't be counted as the same person."

Lian Po's eyes fell on the wide-open courtyard door, and her voice was somewhat ethereal.

"There is only one kind of people, they will come back to life with their original appearance." Lian Po was silent for a moment, but finally said: "This kind of people has no new life, it can't be regarded as reincarnation, it's just...living again without memory. "

The temperament remains unchanged, but the obsession is still there.

And such?
Seeing the old nun sighing, Sun Puying asked curiously.

"Why are you sighing? Wouldn't it be nice to live again?"

"Those who have not been reincarnated all end in tragedy. Their long-cherished wishes have not been fulfilled. They think that reincarnation can change the ending, but fate is determined by God. Tragedy is tragedy. Even if you do it again, it will be difficult to change."

"That is to say, if the previous life was a tragedy, this life will follow the original track?"

Lian Po nodded: "Yeah."

Sun Puying scratched her head: "I really don't understand, since you can't change it, why do you have to do it all over again?"

"It's because the obsession is too deep, and I have fallen into a demon."

"What exactly is obsession?"

"I can't ask for it, I can't let it go, I want to be smashed to pieces, my bones will be ashes, and I will repeat the same mistakes."

Sun Puying was horrified: "How can anyone be so persistent? He is so persistent that he will not let himself go until he dies, and he has to endure such a tragedy again?"

Lian Po showed a slight smile and shook her head.

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(End of this chapter)