Now that Yuan Qiyu was rescued, Yuan Zhao prepared to return to the city as the conditions at the Big Buddha Temple were very simple.
The snow has gradually melted these days and there has been no more heavy snow. She wants to go back to Yangzhou to take care of things before Wei Shaoqing comes back.
Huo Yan was also preparing to return to Beijing.
Yuan Qiyu has been sticking to him these days. He can't understand what others say and only recognizes that the man who saved him is his "father". Even Yuan Zhao's status in his eyes cannot compare to Huo Yan's.
Fortunately, Huo Yan didn't mind it. He almost ate and slept with Yuan Qiyu these days, and constantly comforted him, which made his emotions much more stable.
In addition, his brothers and sisters often came to accompany him, which gradually made him let down his guard.
The night before leaving the Big Buddha Temple, Yuan Zhao looked up at the moon in the sky in the yard.
Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month, and the moon is especially round.
There was the sound of boots stepping on the snow behind her. Yuan Zhao didn't look back, but she smelled the familiar scent of cedar.
"Is everything packed?" A low, mellow voice came from my ear.
Yuan Zhao nodded in response, turned around and smiled, and asked, "Are you leaving before dawn?"
"Yeah." Huo Yan stood side by side with her, looking up at the moon together.
"Has there been any news about the Gu worm?"
"The people in Heishan Village who knew about the Gu worm were mainly the village chief and a few leading villagers. I took them away with me and left someone in Heishan Village to keep an eye on them. If there was any movement, they would report it to the capital."
"That's good."
…
"I'd like to trouble you again to bring the letter back to my royal brother."
There was an unspeakable atmosphere between the two of them. Yuan Zhao didn't know what to say, so he could only emphasize again that the letter must be delivered.
"good."
Huo Yan was not a talkative person. When they had been together since childhood, Yuan Zhao was the one who chattered non-stop.
Even the emperor's brother spoke more than Huo Yan.
The bright moonlight shone down, and for no reason, Yuan Zhao thought of the day when he met Huo Yan in Heishan Village.
After not seeing him for ten years, the first thing she did when she saw him again was to burst into tears.
She thought that she would cry so bitterly when she saw Yuan Cheng again.
She lowered her head to look at the crystal clear snowflakes reflecting the moonlight under her feet, then turned to look at the people around her.
Their eyes met and Yuan Zhao looked away the next moment.
"Thank you for these days," she said sincerely.
In the past few days, he not only helped take care of and comfort Qi Yu, but also taught Nan'an martial arts, and did not forget to test Mu Sheng's knowledge, and played with Zhizhi.
The four children seemed to like him very much and kept pestering him, making it difficult for him to relax.
Yuan Zhao saw it all.
But apart from the word "thank you", there was nothing else to say.
"Why should I say thank you between you and me?" Huo Yan seemed to sigh slightly.
Yuan Zhao took out a few things from his cloak and handed them to him.
"This is yours, I'm giving it back to you." In Yuan Zhao's hand were the veil and handkerchief he had put on her face that night in Heishan Village, as well as the whip.
Huo Yan didn't take it, but just looked down at the things in her hand.
He had his back to the moonlight, and Yuan Zhao couldn't see his expression.
After a long silence, he turned around and said, "It was originally yours. Return it to its rightful owner."
The squeaking sound of stepping on the snow gradually faded away, but Yuan Zhao's hand was still suspended in mid-air.
The sudden night wind made her palms cold, and she stared at the things in her hands.
The crooked and messy patterns on the handkerchief were embroidered by her herself when he went to war at the age of fifteen.
She wore the veil on her face when she sneaked out of the palace one year to avoid being recognized. When she returned to the palace, she found that it had fallen on his carriage. After that, every time she went out of the palace, he would remember to help her put on the veil.
The long whip was the gift he gave her as a coming-of-age gift, but at that time his father had already granted her a marriage, so his coming-of-age gift arrived too late. When it was given to her, she just opened the box, took a look at it, and then returned it.
…
When I was a teenager, I was still young, frivolous and arrogant.
Looking back now I realize it is too late.
There's already so much between them...
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The next day, the children woke up and learned that Huo Yan had left at night, and they were not very happy.
Master Huikong is a man of great virtue. He has instructed people to refrain from disturbing Yuan Zhao and the others while they are staying here.
Yuan Zhao felt sorry for disturbing Master Huikong, so he wanted to go and say goodbye to Master Huikong alone.
Master Huikong was chanting scriptures in the Buddhist hall. When he saw Yuan Zhao coming, he dismissed everyone else and took her to the small meditation room next to the Buddhist hall.
"Your Highness, are you leaving?" Master Huikong sat at the table and motioned Yuan Zhao to sit down as well.
Yuan Zhao clasped his hands together and said, "I'm going back to the city today. I'm sorry for bothering you, Abbot."
Huikong shook his head, his eyes kind. "Amitabha, Your Highness, you are not to be polite. Your Highness, coming to our temple to pray for blessings is a good deed that benefits the world. I believe you will surely make many good connections..."
Yuan Zhao smiled politely and prepared to leave.
But just as he was about to stand up, Huikong called out "Your Highness" again.
She turned around and saw Huikong still smiling, but he hadn't finished what he was saying: "Your Highness, I have something to tell you."
Yuan Zhao sat down again, a puzzled look on his face.
"Your Highness, I shouldn't have said this, but when I first met Your Highness that day, I discovered that you had a face that could change your destiny."
As soon as these words were spoken, Yuan Zhao felt alarmed.
Master Huikong saw it?
Seeing her nervousness, Huikong smiled and waved his hand: "Your Highness, there is no need to be nervous. Your Highness's fate has been changed from death to life, and it is God's will. At least I can see that it is not a bad thing... However, Your Highness is from a noble family, and your destiny is closely linked to the destiny of the Dacheng Dynasty. I hope you will act cautiously and be thorough in everything you do in the future..."
After hearing Huikong's advice, Yuan Zhao felt a little relieved.
I hope he means no harm.
But when he heard him mention "luck," Yuan Zhao remembered something. "Master, I want to ask, what exactly is luck? Who would be blessed with great luck?"
Zhizhi has always said that Wei Jiaojiao is a "lucky girl", what is going on?
"Luck is a gift from heaven. Generally, only those who have done great deeds in their previous lives will be blessed with great luck in this life. However, luck isn't always good... If someone with an ordinary fate is blessed with great luck, it's very easy for evil thoughts to arise, leading to great disaster..."
After listening to Master Huikong's explanation, Yuan Zhao understood a little.
In other words, Wei Jiaojiao is a favorite of God. No matter what she does, she will have good luck and may even receive invisible help from somewhere.
According to Zhizhi, Wei Jiaojiao was an important reason for the subsequent destruction of the Dacheng Dynasty.
So how can she get rid of this "God's favorite"?
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