who moved my abandoned queen

Chapter 11

Fluctuating light is gratified that the so-called monkhood is just a strand of hair cut.She was really afraid that those monks in the temple would not like her, and it would be a tragedy if all three thousand troubles were shaved off.

The little fox has been in her arms, looking left and right, and seems to be very curious about this new environment.

Yaoguang was very distressed, at that time he only wanted to take it with him, but he forgot that the monastery is a vegetarian, this beast likes chicken wings so much, how could he bear it this year.

Fluctuation really underestimated the little fox.

When it came back the next day after catching a sparrow with joy, she no longer worried about its food.

Sure enough, everyone is more talented than herself, she can't even compare to a beast, she can't even refute what Jun Wuyuan said.

She finally understood why the Emperor Mu Yan had to climb to the top step by step, step by step. It's not easy to be controlled by others.Well, if she had the ability to kill Jun Wuyuan, she would also go to the dragon chair for two days to have fun.

"Oh, how could there be such a weird idea." Yaoguang bent his four fingers and pressed his forehead, and was really forced by Jun Wuyuan to almost jump off the wall.

The monks in the temple were very polite to her, and the room they arranged was elegant, unique and very clean.Pens, inks, papers and inkstones, Guqin and pipa are all quite a few of them. After seeing that this room was once lived in, Fluolight made such a guess, but did not ask.It didn't matter who she was in the past, anyway, it's her turn for Feng Shui this year.

Life is more difficult than usual, Yaoguang really has a crow's mouth, without the frown to serve her daily life, she really can't even comb her hair well, anyway, no one looks at her, only monks look at her, Yaoguang doesn't care He raised his hair up, inserted a black hairpin, did not draw his eyebrows, did not apply makeup, and only touched a layer of light-colored rouge on his lips. Not to mention that compared with the usual extravagance, there is a more calm and graceful beauty of.

It's a pity that it's only for the scriptures that need to be copied every day.

"Copy scriptures, besides this, can't I do something else?" Yaoguang put down the brush, sighed and looked at the little fox who was teasing the sparrow on the ground.

When it came in just now, the sparrow was already half-lived, and it refused to eat it. It clawed back and forth with its two front hooves, and circled around the sparrow, as if the other party's trembling eyes and unmoving wings pleased it. His fur was all blown apart, and he became more and more happy to be teased.

Yaoguang felt that he was the little sparrow, and the fox was Jun Wuyuan.

Knowing that there is a dead end, he still couldn't help flapping his wings and struggling, and instead pleased others.

"Go, let's take you out for a stroll!" Yaoguang hugged the little fox, regardless of it, yelled in the direction of the sparrow, and went out, but the door was not closed. Rest for a while, the sparrow It should be able to fly away.

Yaoguang hugged the fox and wandered around here and there aimlessly. It was almost winter now, and the ground was covered with rustling leaves. When Yaoguang looked up, he saw a handsome young monk sweeping the floor with a broom.

"Hey, little monk," Yaoguang was a little happy to finally see a big living person, and went forward to talk to him to relieve boredom—in this monastery, apart from copying scriptures, he faced the old face of the abbot every day. , I don’t feel tired, and I’m talking about something like a hang-up, and I’m dragging myself about no life, no death, no sentient beings, smiling like clouds and clouds on my face, and the mosaic of inner violence is unbearable.

Who knew that when the little monk who was sweeping the floor carefully saw the fluttering light, he threw the broom on the ground with a "clack", stepped back a few steps, and looked at the fluttering light with a look of fear on his face, "You, don't come here,"

Her small eyes were sad, like a woman from a good family facing the thugs.

"Huh?" Yaoguang glanced around, there was indeed only himself around, and no one else, so, is this little monk hiding from her?
why.

"The abbot said, all women are tigers, don't let her get close to you, you, don't come here, I don't look good and my meat doesn't taste good," the little monk shook his head and waved his hands, as if there was a real tiger standing in front of him , drooling at him.

Fluctuate: "..."

"Don't look at me like this, my meat really doesn't taste good, woohoo," Seeing that Yaoguang remained silent, the little monk really thought she was thinking about how to eat herself, and actually started crying.

Shaking his eyes to the sky, he was very helpless, she hadn't cried yet, why did he cry!
But he still asked patiently, "Women are tigers? Who said that?" Really talented.

"It's our abbot, woo woo woo,"

"when?"

"I said it when I went down to Huazhai, woo woo woo,"

"Oh, that's right. The abbot just said that the women at the bottom of the mountain are tigers. I am from the mountain, not a tiger. I don't eat people."

"Hey," the little monk raised his eyes and looked at her dimly, "That's right, you are not a tiger, you are a goblin!" How could there be such a beautiful tiger!
"..." Why did it get involved in this again, Yaoguang knelt down.

"Sister Fox, you look so good-looking, is this your real body in your arms?" The little monk was still tear-stained, with an innocent and impeccable face.

"...No, no."

"what is that?"

"Actually..." Yaoguang looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, and a fallen leaf spun around behind her in response to the occasion, and it floated down, so bleak. "I don't know what I am. I just remember that I was on this barren mountain as soon as I opened my eyes. I have been empty and hungry for several years. I can't fill myself with anything. Little monk, you look sweet and fragrant, maybe If I eat you, I won't be hungry..." Yaoguang glanced at him faintly, "It is said that monks would rather go to hell than others to suffer, can you, let me eat your meat?"

"Help, life, ah," suddenly, the little monk who was dazed by the fluttering light turned his head and blushed, and ran away without looking back, shouting loudly while running, "Master, master, it's not good, There really are goblins who cannibalize people in the back mountain."

"..." He believed it all? Yaoguang knelt down again, looked down at the little fox in his arms, opened his mouth and drooped his ears, as if he was unhappy that he didn't play enough with the little sparrow just now.

Forget it, one or two are so boring.

She went back and copied the scriptures.

Viewing the Bodhisattva Bodhisattva for a long time, if you practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you will see that all the five aggregates are empty, and you will endure all hardships.Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing...

Now Yaoguang does not need to copy the book, but can write out the "Heart Sutra" stroke by stroke without any mistakes. The sun shines in from the window, and the hollow and complicated patterns are deposited on the rice paper. It is ethereal, and Yaoguang feels in a trance , There is a dazzling feeling.She stood up, intending to drag the table to a dark place, but accidentally, the pen container that was originally placed on the table rolled to the ground with a "click", and the brush and scroll inside fell to the ground.Fluolight hastily put down the things in his hands to pick them up.These things are not hers, Yaoguang moved in, everything was in order, she didn't bother to take care of it, she put it in another place, so it was arranged, and later she copied the scriptures for nothing, just for use.

They were scattered all over the ground, and Fluctlight picked them up one by one. Perhaps it had been a long time, and the strap of a pair of scrolls became loose and suddenly broke when Fluctlight touched it. Fluctlight was stunned, that should be It must be a portrait of a person. Although it is not completely spread out, half of the shoulders and arms are exposed in one corner.

Like a ghost, Yaoguang put down the things in his arms and unfolded the scroll.

Then, she froze.

It was a very beautiful woman.

The so-called beautiful people take flowers as their appearance, birds as their voice, moon as their god, willows as their posture, jade as their bones, ice and snow as their skin, autumn water as their posture, poetry as their heart, and pen and ink as their fragrance.

I didn't hear the voice, I didn't see the poems and songs, I didn't smell the fragrance, but I took everything else.

Just from a painting.

Yaoguang sighed that a woman like this could be called "excellent beauty", she was holding a pipa in her arms, her black hair was like a waterfall, and she looked over with a smile, Yaoguang looked at it and suddenly hit a Shivering, this painting is too delicate, the woman in the painting seems to be alive, and she is really smiling at herself.

And, there is a sense of familiarity.

Like, where have I seen...

Yaoguang thought in a trance, "Lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and the old things are as far away as the sky. Thousands of tears flow, which makes people even more sad. If you want to see without cause, it will be difficult to fight. If there is no fate in the previous life, Waiting for reunion, next life wishes." She gently read out the poem embedded next to the portrait, "Your Zeran is in...Your Zeran? You have no reason?!"

Look carefully, the red seal is not for no reason.

She was so frightened that she almost threw the portrait on the ground, and finally understood why the woman looking at the portrait looked familiar.

Although there are only five points of similarity, and the difference in temperament is so great that Yaoguang didn't recognize her when he first saw her, but looking at her now, this woman is clearly the same as Si Qian who lives in the Zhaixing Pavilion...

It's not that she's like Sissy, it's that Sissy is like her.

"Could it be that this woman is Jun Wudu's former lover?" And is she still in love? Yaoguang randomly made up some stories, maybe she is one of Jun Wudu's concubines, the two of them ended up in tragedy , Jun Wudu never forgot what happened to her, by the way, in fact, she should have noticed something was wrong early in the morning.

At the beginning, it was in Jiangwei Pavilion. At that time, Concubine Zhen was also there, and Lihua said with rain: "Jun Wudu, you lied to me! You said you would never go to that place again! You really still have it in your heart."

At that time, I remembered that I was struggling for a long time, and half of the revelations were too deceitful.

"Is it the woman in the portrait?" Yaoguang read the inscription on the portrait again, "If you want to see without a cause, it will be hard to fight...It seems that Si Qian is just a substitute, and Jun Wuyuan is really If I like it, it should be the one here.”

Can't see each other, can't let go of wanting.

So what about his concubine Zhen?
Concubine Zhen has nothing in common with this woman, why did Jun Wudu spoil her for so many years?
"Oh, I don't like Jun Wuyuan, what to do with his feelings, who cares whether he is a scumbag or a lover!" At the end, Yaoguang confused himself, put his head in his hands, "Guan Zizai Bodhisattva, when you practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you can see that the five aggregates are all empty, and you can overcome all hardships. Sariko, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form... Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, floating clouds, floating clouds, everything is floating clouds, Stop thinking about it!"

Alas - even the Buddha can't save her heart of gossip.

In the end, I couldn't hold back my curiosity, so I went to meet the abbot with the portrait in my arms.

"It's the Emperor Muyan back then." In one sentence, Yaoguang sprayed gorgeously.

This, this, the woman in this painting is actually the famous Emperor Mu Yan! This world is a fantasy! The little soul of Yaoguang is cold and cold, and there is a layer of goose skin on his arms. It turns out that it is forbidden love.

Speaking of the Emperor Muyan back then, even ten kings could not compare to him for no reason. He was extremely wise. When she was in power, Dongli basically didn't make any troubles.

But what people talk about the most is the selection of the prince back then.

As mentioned above, Emperor Muyan has never been favored by an emperor in his life, and he has no heirs, so the position of crown prince has always been vacant.Until one time, a close relative of Emperor Mu Yan made a mistake, and she said confidently: I know it's my nephew's fault, I just favor him, what can you do.Walking in halls and alleys, everyone knows which side is wrong, but they watch the villain go unpunished and dare not say a word-the emperor is clearly partial, what else can I do? Besides, the victim can only blame the bad luck for this matter .At this moment, Jun Wudu stood up and challenged Emperor Muyan openly, vowing to give justice to the victim, and even pointed at Emperor Muyan's nose and choked her. It’s okay to change someone else. You, the son of the first emperor, are restless. Didn’t you seek death? Unexpectedly, the jaws of everyone dropped. After hearing what he said, Emperor Mu Yan actually laughed. Satisfaction: "Very good, what I want is someone who dares to resist me like this. From today on, you are the prince."

In a word, Jun Wudu stood out from among the many princes, and became the under one and above ten thousand.

After Emperor Muyan died, no one could restrain him immediately.

(End of this chapter)