Chapter 688 (1/2)

The word ”peace of mind” is really something that is extremely unclear.

Zhao Jingyi used to be much loved. She wanted wind and rain. She didn't need any god Buddha, so she has been favored by most people in the world. She didn't feel how good she was that day.

Now I have taken off my beautiful clothes and live in this temple where the Sanskrit sound curls up and the days are quite bitter. On the contrary, my mood has become much calmer.

Moreover, Wanhua temple has a long reputation. Every day, scholars come here to write poems and paintings. There are also swordsmen with dusty faces who abandon their three foot cold awn and want to escape.

Zhao Jingyi looked at these people coming from the huatuan brocade family and sought a moment of peace here. Then she turned and went to the crowded place. After listening to many cups of wine, she seized the rivers and mountains and walked around the world with a sword. On the contrary, she felt that it was much more interesting than sitting in the palace and listening to the Taifu's lecture.

Even the martial arts of sword moves have been instructed by experts from different schools.

Here, few people know that she is the eldest princess of golden branches and jade leaves. They only think she is a very beautiful little girl.

She often meets the young man in white. There are many places in the Scripture that she can't understand. When she asks the man, she can tell her clearly.

Zhao Jingyi thought that she could not waste her breath, so she brought him some pastries and vegetarian food from time to time.

Those who come and go become acquaintances.

Both of them are teenagers. One grew up in a dangerous place when he was a child, and the other is naturally exquisite in mind and far more intelligent than his peers.

The young girls who had been separated from the world of mortals became people in front of each other, and became friends for the first time.

In those years, the Dayan court was overturned, and there were frequent wars. The incompetence of the court will lead to successive defeats, thousands of miles of beacon smoke, and thousands of bones piled up into a mountain.

Teenagers left Beijing, trekking thousands of miles to spend their lives and die in a foreign land.

After living in Wanhua temple for a year, Zhao Jingyi's first visit to the palace was to persuade her father and emperor not to be cronyist and use capable ministers. Before she finished speaking, Zhao Yi drank back with a black face.

In her anger, the little princess walked around the world with her sword. She quietly burned the food and grass of the enemy camp in the night, and took the head of the enemy general from thousands of troops and horses.

They both go their own way and are alone.

Smile and leave from the prosperous place, and meet quietly in the blood sea of corpse mountain.

A long, long time later.

Zhao Jingyi still remembers that day very clearly. The young man in white stood in front of the bones piled up in the mountains, his hands folded, his eyes closed gently, and there was no expression on his face, but he read the past life Sutra so calmly and gently.

The blood gathered on the ground into a small river, and the broken flags scattered at the boy's feet. The wind was filled with the smell of rust.

How miserable the world is, but if someone can meet you unexpectedly and travel all the way, you can see some light even in the boundless darkness.

Zhao Jingyi said with warm wine that the memories that had not been mentioned for many years appeared very clearly in her long dream, as if she had come back from her youth.

The eldest princess said in a slightly hoarse voice, ”so many old grudges, love and hate, absurd and willful, those who thought they would never die and never forget, faded away year by year.”

With a faint smile, she said slowly: ”what I remember is the three or two words of gossip when I was young, the two steamed buns when I was hungry, a lantern illuminating the road ahead in the dark, and the pear flowers in full bloom on the nameless path I have traveled with... The scenes of life and death, crying and laughing become less important.”