After listening to Chen Qun's words, Cao Chong's brows were already wrinkled.
How can it be so fast What do you mean I don't come out so soon, or you'll want me to stay in there as long as you want Cao Chong's face was inexplicable, and his eyes when he looked at Chen Qun began to be unkind.
When Chen Qun saw Cao Chong's expression at the moment, he thought that Cao Chong was annoyed and angry, so he quickly closed his mouth, slapped his forehead suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said: "Alas, how did I forget that I have important things to deal with now, sins and sins, prince, I will be with you first." ” Events Excuse me Cao Chong just wanted to stop Chen Qun's departure, but he didn't want Chen Qun to be like a slippery loach, so Cao Chong didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
What the hell is going on in this kid's heart?
And after Chen Qun escaped from Cao Chong's sight, he wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with his cuffs.
Almost, almost Chen Qun's heart is as bright as not wearing clothes, the matter of Longyang's goodness has always been secret, not to mention that the identities of these two people are not ordinary.
One is Shangshutai Lingjun, and the other is Luoyang Hou, the son of King Wei, if he breaks the good things between Luoyang Hou and Lingjun, he can have good fruits to eat Maybe in some dark corner, he will be wiped out.
Well Or be forced by them to be one of them When Chen Qun thought of this, his body was shocked, and goosebumps rose on his body.
No, by no means Chen Qun's imagination in a short period of time is like a roller coaster, one after another. call After a while, Chen Qun exhaled softly, secretly saying that he was really witty, otherwise, the future would be a little sad.
That kind of life is not the life that I Chen Qun want to live Cao Chong naturally didn't know what Chen Qun was thinking, he was just a little inexplicable, but after shaking his head, Cao Chong still went towards the Third Duke Cao Palace.
This Chen Qun is really a bit strange, he can't be some kind of paranoid Forget it, let's leave it alone.
Yedu at the same time.
The early sun is shining, shining on the hustle and bustle of Yecheng, Yecheng is prosperous, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is one of the most prosperous places in the land of Kyushu.
There is an endless flow of people in the east and west of the city, and people buy vegetables and meat or daily necessities for a day.
In the area where the inner and outer cities of Yedu meet, there are lights everywhere, and many dusty women have already come out to welcome guests.
Early birds get worms.
Outside Yecheng, there is another scenery.
Large tracts of farmland are filled with light and crunchy wheat, and after a winter of heavy snow, in the spring, they "yunxi" with the remnants of winter, and really thrive.
This is the scene of a field planted with wheat, but some fields are not planted with wheat, but the scenery above is even more beautiful.
In these fields, a large field of green grass stretches out its little loin, and they clothe the earth with a green garment, and in the fields that have not yet been cultivated, they are covered with all kinds of wild flowers, white, yellow, purple, and blue.
The purple flowers are really special, clusters and clusters, the purple is not ordinary purple, it is bright purple, purple is pure, purple dreamy is a bit like a gentleman's orchid, and a bit like a phalaenopsis, swallowtail butterfly, and lavender.
Among the flowers, butterflies are fluttering, and small bees are flying and spinning while busy collecting nectar.
Passing through this vibrant field, more than ten miles away from Yecheng, there is a clear river running through it.
The river is not big, but it is not small either.
The rushing water, with the vitality of early spring.
This is exactly Zhangshui, and next to this vibrant river, there is a temple.
Rotten Ke'an.
The bhikshunis of this era were not worshipped as in later generations, and the bhikshunis could devote themselves to their Buddhist studies.
At the end of the Han Dynasty and the beginning of the Wei Dynasty, bhikshunis still had to make some mundane things to make a living.
For example, growing some vegetables, or doing some rituals for the people in the neighborhood.
Of course, because there are many monk temples near Yecheng, the income from this aspect of practice is very small, so the life of the bhikshunis in the Ranke Nunnery is also very simple.
It can even be said to be bitter cold.
This can be seen from the dilapidated nature of this rotten kean.
Of course, because of the reason that a noble person retired in the Rotten Ke'an, the life of the bhikshunis in the Rotten Ke'an was much better, and although it was still simple, there was no need to worry about not having enough to eat every day.
Bell, bell, bell The ancient bell in the Rotten Ke'an struck lightly, making a crisp but shocking sound.
With a bang, the door of the rotten Ke'an opened.
At the gate in the early morning, a few believers walked into the temple with tributes and reverent faces, and at the back of the Rotten Ke'an, there was a courtyard that was very quiet.
In this courtyard, a monk or nun is kneeling in front of a Buddha statue, her eyes closed, as if she is praying sincerely.
She is dressed in gray clothes and green shirts, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a bumpy figure that blends with this green lantern ancient Buddha, which makes people feel the slightest abruptness.
Instead, she felt like she was supposed to be here.
It is Zhen Mi who has cut her hair for a nun.
After cutting her hair, Zhen Mi's beauty faded, and she was replaced by a more dusty temperament.
Stomp and tread Outside the door at this time, there was a bhikshuni who was also dressed in gray, she was older than Zhen Mi, and she was the maid who followed Zhen Mi to become a monk.
"Ma'am, the food delivery man is here."
Zhen Mi opened her eyes, turned to look at the maid, and said, "Pure heart, you and I are both Brahmanas at this time, and we don't need to call each other by secular titles, just call me pure dust." ” Jingxin's mouth opened, she had been Zhen Mi's maid for more than ten years, and now she suddenly asked her to call her so, she really couldn't accept it for a while.
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But if he couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept it, so Jingxin still nodded and nodded at Zhen Mi.
"Senior Sister Jingxin, the person delivering food outside the door has arrived."
Zhen Mi nodded, she got up, and walked straight out.
In the middle of the courtyard, there was a middle-aged woman standing bored.
She still had some mud stains on her body, and her mattress skirt was a little wet, and she looked like a farmer who got up early to do farm work.
In fact, she was indeed a farmer.
Aunt Sun is a common person near the Rotten Ke'an, and she specially delivers food to the Rotten Ke'an every day.
Although some monks and nuns have some small dishes, the quantity is not enough, so someone needs to bring the vegetables every day.
Zhen Mi looked at Aunt Sun, folded her hands, said "Amitabha", and asked Aunt Sun the question she wanted to know.
"Donor, I asked you about the prince of the Zhonglang Mansion with five senses, have you inquired?"
In the first few days after coming in, Zhen Mi couldn't let go of Cao Rui, and often asked Aunt Sun to inquire about Cao Rui's news.
A few days ago, Zhen Mi heard from the news from Aunt Sun that Cao Rui had been treated well by Queen Guo, and her heart was also relieved.
Just when she was about to go into hiding, Aunt Sun suddenly changed her words, saying that the son of the general in the facial features was imprisoned, as for the beginning and end of the matter, it seems that Cao Rui is to see her biological mother, so she fell out with the general of the facial features.
Zhen Mi is a monk, and the most reassuring thing is Cao Rui, now Cao Rui has something to do, and Zhen Mi, as a mother, has been tracked down.
She left the Wuguan Zhonglang General's Mansion, originally to make Cao Rui live better, but now the goal has not been achieved.
How does this allow her to green the light of the ancient Buddha: