Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 151 Young General: It's getting late, and the mountains and rivers are already winter

Chang Qing didn't say anything, she just peeled the lychees and put them on the plate. In fact, there was no need to thank her. If she really wanted to thank someone, she should thank herself.

When Xu Jinhuan was splashed with dirty water, Chang Qing helped him. Perhaps it was because they shared the same suffering, or perhaps it was for other purposes, Chang Qing didn't care.

Furthermore, Xu Jinhuan was of no use at that time. The young general who was famous in the capital became a prisoner and was avoided by everyone.

When we arrived at Qingyun Temple, the setting sun made the temple even more peaceful and sacred. The red walls were reflected by the green trees, and the red ribbons for praying were swaying in the wind, sending people's wishes to the gods in heaven.

There are very few pilgrims in the temple. Only a devout old woman is kneeling in front of the Buddha, with her hands clasped together, silently praying for her family.

Nangong Yunran obviously often comes to this temple. When the young monk in the temple saw her, he came forward and said, "Amitabha, how are you these days, lady donor? The abbot was invited to give a lecture at Taishang Temple yesterday."

"Amitabha, Yun Ran came here this time just to ask for a divination to solve the confusion in my heart."

She entered the main hall and took the incense from the little monk. After offering incense, she knelt in front of the Buddha, slowly closed her eyes, with a look of extreme piety between her brows.

Chang Qing looked at the gods and Buddhas who were high above and compassionate to all living beings, and suddenly he thought of a person. That person had kind eyes and eyebrows, and did not ask about past lives or seek after lives. He just wanted order and justice in the world.

"General, don't you want to ask for a divination?"

A pleasant voice suddenly sounded. Chang Qing lowered her eyes and looked, only to see Nangong Yunran looking up at her. His eyes were like a clear spring, looking at her gently, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face.

Chang Qing reached out and took the bamboo tube she handed over, and shook it gently. The sparse sounds echoed throughout the hall, and each sound seemed to knock on people's hearts and fall into the ears of the Buddhas in the sky.

A stick of wood fell to the ground. Before Chang Qing could bend down to pick it up, Nangong Yunran had already reached out and pulled it up. She took a look at it and her whole body froze.

"General, please ask for another lot."

Nangong Yunran was in poor health and once lived in a temple for a long time.

It can even be said that she would stay in the temple for a few months every year to pray for herself, and the total number of years she spent in the temple was not much less than that in the palace.

The queen even gave her a badge that allowed her to enter and leave the palace freely to facilitate her travel.

She also knew a little about Buddhist scriptures and divination.

Nangong Yunran looked at Changqing who was drawing lots again. There was a bit of nonchalance on the young man's white jade face. In front of the candlelight of the gods and Buddhas, his brows seemed to be covered with a layer of clear light. She looked at it and unconsciously clenched the lot she had just drawn.

A ding-dong sound.

The crisp sound of bamboo falling to the ground was heard. Chang Qing picked up the hexagram and handed it to Nangong Yunran, asking casually, "How about this one?"

Nangong Yunran looked at it again and again, and her tipsy lips slightly opened: "Very good, it's a very good fortune."

Chang Qing smiled and said nothing. He just watched Nangong Yunran take the bamboo stick to interpret the hexagram.

After a while, Nangong Yunran came over with three pieces of paper with a few words written on them. She handed them to Changqing and said with a smile, "Look, it's really a very good fortune."

It doesn’t matter anymore, meeting him is already a good fortune.

She has always believed in gods and Buddhas, but at this moment, Nangong Yunran suddenly felt that this belief was fake. Perhaps she could not accept what was written in the hexagram.

The temple was very quiet. When the time came, the temple gate was officially closed. In the backyard, there was a little monk, about six or seven years old, holding a broom taller than himself, sweeping the floor with a huff.

Seeing Nangong Yunran and Changqing, his dark eyes rolled around, and he looked up and asked, "Two donors, do you need a blessing belt?"

Nangong Yunran gently pinched his face and chuckled, "It's been a while since we last met, and you've grown so fast. Why didn't you ask your master to give you a lecture?"

The little monk obviously had a good relationship with Nangong Yunran, so he stared at Nangong Yunran with his eyes wide open and replied incoherently:

"Master went there to beg for alms, and he has enough strength to walk for his whole life."

The little monk was still young, and naturally could not walk that far, so the abbot let him stay in the temple to copy scriptures.

"Go and get the blessing for me." Nangong Yunran loosened his hand, raised his head slightly and looked at the century-old tree. Above it were red ribbons fluttering in the wind. Some of the colors were bright, while some had already faded.

"Many of the ones on this tree are for my blessing, but unfortunately I didn't tie them myself. Maybe the gods and Buddhas also think that I lack some sincerity."

A few years ago, when Nangong Yunran came to Qingyun Temple for a short stay, the little monk helped her climb up the tree to tie the prayer belt. Now Changqing held the red belt in his hand, picked up the pen to write a line of words, and looked at Nangong Yunran.

"Princess, I'm sorry."

Nangong Yunran was slightly startled, and felt a strong hand on his waist. Then he flew into the air and landed on the branch.

The boy's voice rang in my ear: "Tie it."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she tied the prayer belt in her hand to the shade of the green tree. Then, she was held by Chang Qing and landed lightly on the ground. She couldn't help but raise her head and look up at the young man beside her.

"What are you looking at?"

The young man smiled lazily, with the crumbling red sunset behind him.

Nangong Yunran's heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest. He heard his own voice sounding somewhat disembodied: "Xu Jinhuan, why is it me?"

She was obviously the most insignificant of all the princesses, so frail and sickly that she couldn't even be made into a delicate vase, but she received all the favor of the young general, who rejected all those other women.

As for the little tricks played by some people, Nangong Yunran never took them to heart.

"How can we explain the things in this world clearly?" Chang Qing watched the last ray of light completely fall into the sea of ​​clouds, his eyebrows became colder and colder, and he said: "Perhaps, it's the fate of the previous life."

The two stayed in Qingyun Temple for one night and returned to the city in the evening of the next day. After sending Nangong Yunran back, Changqing actually saw Shu Yijin in front of the general's mansion.

Seeing Chang Qing, Shu Yi Jin put away the fan in his hand and walked in front of Chang Qing in a casual manner.

"Xu Jinhuan, you said you would come to find me, but you made me wait in the mansion for so long in vain."

He raised his brow slightly, sniffed lightly, and said with interest: "Where did you go? There is a fragrance on your body. If you confess, you will be treated leniently. If you resist, you will be treated severely. Which young lady did you go to seduce?"

Chang Qing stopped and looked at him with a half-smile: "Are you so curious?"

Seeing Chang Qing's expression, Shu Yi Jin's heart skipped a beat. He thought of the scene when he was beaten badly by Chang Qing when they first met. He took a step back and shook his head hurriedly: "Not curious, not curious."

This Xu Jinhuan is so damn scary.

Shu Yijin followed Chang Qing into the general's mansion, admiring the layout of the mansion as he walked, fanning himself pretentiously.

"Not bad, not bad. I thought you were just a warrior who knew how to wield swords and guns, but I didn't expect you had good taste."

From a distance, I saw a man sitting in the pavilion. He was wearing a blue shirt like an ink painting. When he saw Chang Qing and Shu Yi Jin, he raised his eyelids lazily.

"Hey, you're back."

Chang Qing listened to his sarcastic voice and his brows twitched.

Ever since Chun Heming drank that night, it was as if he had taken the wrong medicine. Every time he saw her, his nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes.

"If you have so much free time, why not find a hoe and turn the soil in the backyard and plant some fruits and vegetables."

"Yes, I'm just bored and I'm asking for trouble." Chun Heming sneered, picked up the bag beside the table and left.

He was also crazy. He had high hopes for this guy and wanted to do the same as his predecessors, have a farewell party at the long pavilion and write two poems.

Chang Qing then remembered that Chun Heming had said a few days ago that he was going back home. It seemed that he was waiting here today to say goodbye to him.

Chang Qing reached out and grabbed the back of his collar: "When will you be back?"

"It can be as long as a month or as short as half a month."

"Oh, have a safe journey, and don't let someone snatch you away to be a cottage lady."

Chang Qing loosened his hand. Half a month was fine, but if this guy ran away, he would have to deal with so much official business that he would have no time to relax.

Chun Heming was speechless: "That's it?"

"That's not it?"

Chang Qing looked at him in confusion, really not knowing what he was upset about. Seeing Chun Heming about to lose his temper, Lin Pingan, who was standing beside him, was very anxious and quickly made a gesture to Chang Qing.

Chang Qing suddenly realized: "Don't worry too much, the soldiers will miss you, no one will replace you, you should come back early, there are still a lot of military affairs waiting for you to deal with."

After all, there are not many people in this world who want low salary but are extremely capable.

Chang Qing glanced at Lin Pingan, and Lin Pingan gave Chang Qing a thumbs up.

This is what Lin Ping'an was thinking. The military advisor had been waiting in the pavilion early in the morning, probably worried that his position would be replaced by someone else after he left.

Only Chun Heming remained silent. As expected, the scene of reluctantly bidding farewell to his best friend only appeared in his fantasy.

He mounted the horse in silence, looked at Lin Ping'an who was waving at him with tearful eyes, and lashed the horse's buttocks hard with the whip in his hand. The sound of horse hooves was exciting, and the green figure disappeared in this glamorous city that everyone in the world yearned for.

Chun Heming is a young man from an aristocratic family, and even his behavior tends to be similar to the great sages of his predecessors. Or, it can be said that there is a sentimental person living in his heart.

The crowd was too noisy, he wanted to listen to the wind in the wilderness, quiet and lonely, solid and free.

However, the behavior of Changqing and others made it impossible for him to feel sad about the separation.

He walked to a high path outside the capital, turned the horse around twice by pulling the reins, and turned his head to look at the imperial city below. The sparse remaining light of the setting sun shone on his body, blurring his figure.

Suddenly, he saw a figure standing on the city wall, and the lonely and empty sound of the flute came a little bit with the wind.

Chun Heming chuckled, cracked the whip in his hand, and spurred his horse to gallop.

He felt that he should write two poems to scold this guy, but he was afraid that he would accidentally go down in history and that future generations would misunderstand his poems.

Chang Qing sat on the city wall with his eyes slightly narrowed. He had known Chun Heming for such a long time, so how could he not know what Chun Heming was thinking.

Shu Yijin stood beside him, letting his clothes blown up by the wind.

He looked at the vast moat in the distance, the bustling streets below, and the soldiers standing upright on the city walls.

Look at...the person in front of me.

He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart. His body and mind relaxed, and he rarely stopped chattering and asking questions.

"Xu Jinhuan, from such a distance, can he hear the sound of your flute?"

"I don't know, but I think he can hear it. That guy has very sensitive ears."

"Oh."

"Xu Jinhuan, I really envy you for being able to be yourself without any pressure."

Chang Qing did not answer this question, but just sat quietly on the city wall.

The young man's body always looked too thin. Sitting on the city wall, he seemed like he would fall down at any time. It was hard to imagine that he carried the entire border on his shoulders. The young general in a white battle robe was riding a tall horse, and streams of blood were slowly flowing down the long spear in his hand.

Shu Yijin looked at the boy's profile and was dazed for two seconds. A softness suddenly appeared between his brows. His sparkling eyes looked ahead without focus. He seemed to remember something and suddenly lowered his eyes.

He said silently in his heart: No, Shu Yijin.

Chang Qing saw that it was getting late, and said, "It's time to go back."

Back at the general's mansion, the Xu sisters and their grandmother were waiting for Changqing to have dinner.

Xu Qiongyin picked up a piece of braised pork and started talking about what happened today. Her eyebrows slightly raised: "I ran into a few gangsters when I went out today, and then a young man in black clothes fell from the sky and rescued me from those gangsters."

Changqing didn't say anything, but listened silently.

"Guess who that young man in black is?" Xu Qiongyin asked playfully.

The grandmother was old and shrewd, and she sensed that something was amiss. Under the feet of the emperor, any brick thrown at her would hit various nobles, not to mention that Xu Qiongyin was not dressed very low-key when she went out. It was obvious at a glance that she was someone from an important background. How could someone be so blind as to tease her?

She scolded Xu Qiongyin with a smile, then asked Xu Xinyu what happened today.

"Today my sister and I went out shopping. We walked around the street for a while and got separated by the crowd when we were watching a circus. When I found my sister, she was having a good conversation with a young man."

Xu Xinyun spoke lightly of the scene in which she found Xu Qiongyin. Xu Qiongyin's face was pale, and her body was trembling slightly. She looked frightened, and she was so pitiful.

Chang Qing chuckled and said, "A hero saving a beautiful girl is a good plot. Tell me, which royal relative is it?"

"Sixth Prince."

Xu Qiongyin had a hint of disdain on her face. She had been learning martial arts since she was young, and was more than capable of dealing with a few hooligans. She just wanted to see what tricks the other party would play.

If the plot of the hero saving the beauty happened to a girl, I'm afraid she would fall in love with her. It was indeed a good trick.

Chang Qing smiled, and could only say that the other party's wishful thinking had failed.

However, it can also be seen that those people did have their sights set on the Xu sisters and wanted to marry them so that they would support them in ascending the throne.