Snow covers the cold mountain path, and the nine-curved corridor of Fazang Temple is filled with prayer flags. It is said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once vowed that "if hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha."
Qianqiu looked up at the five characters "overcoming all hardships" on the moon cave door: "How to survive? Even the gods cannot protect themselves."
The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.
West Lu stepped forward and shook the snow off the prayer flags: "After all, people have the final say in this world."
"Yes," Qianqiu smiled clearly, picked up the candlestick and lit the three hundred ever-burning lamps, "Qianqiu is with me."
The Buddha's fire in front of the court was dim, and a hazy glow appeared in the dusk.
Qianqiu secretly thought about the scene three days ago: Fang Hanqing, the Minister of Punishment, came to Wuwei Pavilion but only ordered a longevity dish. This dish was worth ten taels of silver, but in the end it was just fried mushrooms. Emperor Taizu liked it, so he gave it the word "longevity".
But in Wuwei Pavilion, the rules have to be changed - this dish can kill people.
"The dignified Minister of Punishment wants to kill General Weiyuan. This is scary to hear." Zhi Xia was puzzled.
"In the current court situation, the emperor and the eldest princess Danyang are fighting against each other. Yue Xiao is the son of Duke Wei. He was born in a family of military generals. He has accumulated a lot of prestige by guarding the border for more than ten years. But such a person refuses to choose a branch to live in. He can only kill when he has no use." Qianqiu looked down at the uncertain world on the stairs, behind him was the underworld.
"Does the young lady really want to agree?"
Qianqiu suddenly looked fiercely: "Who said that women have not had tyranny since ancient times."
The heavy snow continued for three days, slowing down the march of the army. The fireworks in the city were originally to welcome the Northern Frontier Army back to Beijing, but now it was cold.
On the contrary, Lin Zhai was very lively.
Yangchun carried a pot of sake and leaned under the dead peach blossom tree, as if he had no bones: "Before anyone arrives, please go ahead with the ceremony."
"Isn't it? I see that everything is complete for food, drink and entertainment, and I even have my share." Zhixia said leisurely while sitting cross-legged on his treasure box.
Only one person from Xilu was counting the goods and putting them in the warehouse with a gift list that was three feet long. In the harsh winter, he was hit with a lawsuit: "Prince Yue actually said these are just superficial things!"
"It's true that everything is detailed, but what I'm wondering is why he knows me so well," Qianqiu narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Is there a spy?"
In the tea room, Lin Yuhong looked up to the sky and rolled his eyes: "This child is good at everything, but she knows nothing about emotions. Although she is ignorant, she is not stupid. She knows who wants to harm her."
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Reading Guide
1. In group portrait novels, everything serves the plot.
2. Slow pace, long flowing style, not a refreshing article.
3. The update frequency depends on the knowledge reserve, and the full text is currently being archived.
4. This article is a contract signed in June 2025. The outline has long been determined and will not be changed easily.
5. Thanks to Ms. Wu Zetian. With the precedent of her becoming emperor, when we write a new chapter today, we will not tamper with history.
Intention: She does not believe in the direction of palm prints, but only believes in the power of ten fingers forming a fist.
