Baiyun Nunnery was built more than ten years ago, when the Taiping army had just broken through Nanjing, and the women and children in the city renovated a ruined temple in the Purple Mountain in order to avoid the insult of the Taiping army, and collectively became nuns here.After more than ten years of continuous renovation, it is now a temple with flourishing incense.The road up the mountain is all hewn and built with stones, and it is very steep.Wei Ziyou climbed halfway up the mountain, and he was out of breath and couldn't walk anymore.Qiao Zhiqing carried her on his back in desperation, and the morning sun had just risen from the east at this time.Wei Ziyou clinged to Qiao Zhiqing's back, greedily cherishing every minute of hugging him.It wasn't until he reached the top of the mountain that he reluctantly climbed off Qiao Zhiqing's back, and he didn't see that Qiao Zhiqing was already sweating.The gate of Baiyun Nunnery is already open, and there are nuns in the nunnery cleaning up the dust inside and outside.The fire fox, who is in charge of monitoring in the nunnery, has already contacted Wei Ziyou.After reporting the situation to Qiao Zhiqing, he accepted the task and went down the mountain.Qiao Zhiqing asked Wei Ziyou and his soldiers to wait outside, and he entered the nunnery alone.Facing the main hall of Baiyun Nunnery is the main hall, and there is a square wooden merit box at the door, and a statue of Guanyin wearing a yellow cloth is enshrined in the hall.Under the statue, an old nun is knocking on a wooden fish with her eyes closed.Behind him is a delicate little nun who is kneeling, and it seems that he should be the owner of Baiyun Nunnery.Qiao Zhiqing took out a tael of silver from his arms and put it in the merit box, and after entering the main hall, he bowed down to the Bodhisattva devoutly."
Is the donor here to seek fame or profit?"
the old nun suddenly asked, closing her eyes."
Mrs.
Shi, I don't seek fame or profit.I only want to see one person in the next place, and she will be a monk in your Baiyun Nunnery. ”Qiao Zhiqing replied in a low voice, his face full of anxiety.The old nun and the little nun behind her both frowned slightly, and a trace of gloom appeared on their faces."
The donor, please go back, Baiyun Nunnery is a monk, and he has already broken off his worldly grievances, and he will not see guests."
The old nun refused, got up and was about to leave."
Mrs.
Shi, Zeng Jiyun is in the dust, she doesn't belong here" Qiao Zhiqing reminded the old nun categorically, and his face was full of refusal.The old nun was stunned for a long time, and finally instructed the little nun behind her, "Huizhen, go and bring this benefactor to see your senior sister Huiyun." ”"Yes, master."
The little nun folded her hands and replied, and after sending the master out of the house, she turned around and commanded Qiao Zhiqing, "Donor, please come with me." ”"I'm tired."
Qiao Zhiqing chuckled at the little nun, followed her through the main hall, and stopped in front of a secluded thatched house in the backyard."
Donor, wait a minute, I'll go in and say goodbye to my senior sister."
The little nun gave the command, pushed the door open, and went into the house.Qiao Zhiqing looked inside through the crack in the door, and there was a woman in a monk's robe sitting in the room, knocking on the wooden fish and reciting scriptures.Although the woman was carrying her back, Qiao Zhiqing still recognized her at a glance, the woman who haunted her soul.After a while, the door opened, and the little nun said to Qiao Zhiqing with a face full of embarrassment, "Donor, please go back, senior sister said she doesn't want to see you." ”"Alright, you can step down, just leave it to me here."
Qiao Zhiqing commanded the little nun with a domineering face, and before the little nun could react, Qiao Zhiqing had already pushed it away and walked in.The furnishings in the room are very simple, a show bed, a table, and a futon for chanting scriptures."
Ji Yun, how long are you going to hide from me" Qiao Zhiqing closed the door and stood behind the woman with a melancholy heart.The woman did not shave her hair, but held it up with a hairpin.Although she was wearing a monk's robe, she still couldn't hide her charming temperament."
Donor, you have recognized the wrong person, there is no Ji Yun here, poor Nifa is called Huiyun."
The woman spat softly and continued to beat the wooden fish."
Ji Yun, do you know how much I care about you in my heart during the days when you have been missing" Qiao Zhiqing spit out bitterly, snuggled up to the woman and sat down cross-legged, and looked intently, who was the woman who was not Zeng Jiyun.Zeng Jiyun closed his eyes and didn't reply, and continued to beat the wooden fish, but there were tears hanging from the corners of his eyes."
Ji Yun, although we can't make up for the mistakes we made in the past, we can at least make the future without regrets.Come home with me, Brother Qiao can't live without you. ”Qiao Zhiqing reached out and took out the silk silk in his arms and put it in front of Zeng Jiyun.The line of boys on the silk silk is still clearly visible, "If you don't marry, I won't marry."
Looking forward to the arrival of the king every day, we will tie the knot together. ”"Why are you bothering me again" Zeng Jiyun endured it for a long time, and finally cried out loud.With his hands in his arms, he sobbed and fell to the ground."
Why did you go against my father in the first place, now that he's dead, you're finally happy."
Zeng Jiyun choked up and almost lost her breath.Qiao Zhiqing was just about to reach out to help him, Zeng Jiyun pulled his wrist and bit his arm with one bite, letting out a roar in his throat.Qiao Zhiqing instantly felt a sharp pain, transmitted from his arm to his brain.But he still gritted his teeth and insisted, letting Zeng Jiyun bite it, and after a while, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.Zeng Jiyun finally tasted the salty taste, and after letting go of Qiao Zhiqing's arm, she burst into tears, as if thousands of grievances were vented.Qiao Zhiqing left a row of crimson tooth marks on his arm, and the blood had already slid down his wrist, hitting the silk plum blossom, dyeing the flower even more crimson.Zeng Jiyun was tired of crying, so she fell asleep in Qiao Zhiqing's arms.The room suddenly became calm, Zeng Jiyun was like an injured kitten, finally found support, and from time to time she was sweet and coquettish.Qiao Zhiqing still maintained a cross-legged posture, quietly stroking her hair.Feeling her anger, her grievances, and her thoughts, it seemed that in an instant, the hearts of the two people were connected, and all the mixed tastes poured into her heart.In the afternoon, Zeng Jiyun finally woke up.At this time, she had regained her composure, and pulled Qiao Zhiqing's arm and stroked the wound above."
Does it hurt" Zeng Jiyun pouted and looked at Qiao Zhiqing with an apologetic face.Qiao Zhiqing chuckled and shook his head, looking at Zeng Jiyun's eyes full of love."
Ji Yun, how did you come to Nanjing, I listen to your uncle, you got lost in the Hankou camp."
Qiao Zhiqing looked at Zeng Jiyun, his face full of doubts."
I had a fight with my father and ran out of the barracks.I wanted to be angry with him and make him reconcile with you.But within a few days, I heard the news that my father was critically ill, and I didn't have the face to meet my ninth uncle, but I happened to meet the master who was traveling in Hankou.I couldn't think about it for a while, so I took refuge in Buddhism, and when the master saw that I was not done with mundane things, he only asked me to lead the practice. ”Zeng Jiyun told Qiao Zhiqing what happened to her, and her face gradually became bloody, and she began to turn red."
Ji Yun, come back with me.Brother Qiao promises you that he will never let you shed a tear again in the future. ”Qiao Zhiqing wiped his tears for Zeng Jiyun, and his face was full of pleading."
Although my father is dead, the ninth uncle in the family is still there.The order of my parents, the words of the matchmaker, without the consent of my ninth uncle, I will not marry you. ”Zeng Jiyun proudly raised his head and made a condition with Qiao Zhiqing.In fact, she just wanted Qiao Zhiqing to reconcile with the Zeng family and not form deeper grudges."
Okay, okay, Brother Qiao promised you everything, you go back with me first.When I get in touch with your ninth uncle, let's talk about marriage again" Qiao Zhiqing smiled and pinched her little nose, and couldn't help but hold her in his arms."
Brother Qiao, do you know, I haven't slept a peaceful sleep here, and when I close my eyes, I see the shadows of you and my father.In my dreams, I dreamed countless times that we were eating together with the kind ones.No quarrels, no fights.But now I can't see my father anymore," Zeng Jiyun lay softly on Qiao Zhiqing's shoulder, and couldn't help but shed tears as she spoke."
It's alright, silly girl.Your father would be glad to know that I had found you.When we are married, we will go and worship your father.Although I have political differences with him, he is also a person to be admired. ”No matter how many people Zeng Guofan has killed, what kind of butcher and executioner he is, after all, he has returned to dust.When Qiao Zhiqing mentioned Zeng Guofan, he was no longer a fish bone in his throat."
Then what about the ladies in your family, if I go back with you, will they be unhappy" Zeng Jiyun remembered that Qiao Zhiqing had married two ladies before her, and the anger in her little stomach did not come to a place.As he spoke, he stretched out his jade hand and twisted it fiercely around Qiao Zhiqing's waist."
How come, you're so cute, they'll like you when they see you."
Qiao Zhiqing bared his teeth and dodged, looking at her delicate red lips, and finally couldn't help but pick it up and kiss it lightly.Zeng Jiyun was caught off guard and stared at for a moment.After a while, he opened his small mouth and blended intimately with Qiao Zhiqing.The defense line on her body was completely broken by Qiao Zhiqing at once, like an erupting volcano, hugging Qiao Zhiqing unscrupulously, sucking his taste frantically.Cixi of the Imperial Palace in Beijing took the Central Daily issued in Nanjing, and was so angry that she almost vomited blood.Several confidants and ministers were summoned into the Heart Cultivation Palace, and Rong Lu, who had just rushed to the capital from Xi'an, was also among them."
You all see, Qiao Zhiqing is talking nonsense.He dared to compare the emperor with a beggar.You all tell the mourning family how the emperor can be equal to a beggar" Cixi's angry face began to distort, and she threw the newspaper from behind the curtain to the palace."
Queen Mother, please calm your anger."
The ministers all knelt down and shouted, and even the little emperor in front of him was frightened by Cixi's sharp screams."
Cry, cry, cry, you know that crying, the Qing Dynasty will be cried by you."
Cixi shouted at the little emperor, panting and sulking.The ministers under the throne were silent, for fear that Cixi would take her anger out on herself
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