Chapter 59: Prisoner of Tonggong

Behind the Hall of Cold Light in the Great Zhou Palace, a green bamboo car slowly drove. The curtain in front of the hall was light, Mo Yu appeared on the stone steps, the starlight fell on her beautiful face, illuminating the slender eyebrows, bright eyes, and There is a touching plum makeup between eyebrows.
She looked at the two white reindeer in front of Che Qian. She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked surprised. She asked, "What about black jade?"
The black sheep had previously disappeared into the dark night and disappeared.
Mother-in-law took her hand down the stone steps and whispered, "The little ancestor did not know where to go."
Mo Yu knew that the black sheep was a bit lonely and never listened to others in the palace. He shook his head and said, "That's a kid."
Mother Ning glanced into the night behind the Hall of Hanguang, thinking in her heart that he who was standing by the lake and had nowhere to go was actually a child.
Mo Yu knew what she was thinking, and said slightly: "Little children, when they talk about anger, they are one set after another. They are different in appearance, but they don’t know that this is in the eyes of others, just bluff. , It’s ridiculous."
Mother-in-law said: "The old slave feels ridiculous, how cute he is."
A few months ago, Chen Changsheng's entry into the National College of Education was handled by mother-in-law Ning. When she replied afterwards, Mo Yu knew that she had a good eye for Chen Changsheng. When she saw that she insisted on saying good things for Chen Changsheng, she didn't think it was wrong. , Because this thing is over.
Chen Changsheng couldn’t walk out of the abandoned garden and couldn’t appear in front of everyone in Weiyang Palace, and he couldn’t destroy the marriage contract between Xu Yourong and Qiu Shanjun. By then, he had said too much ruthless words, which could only become a joke. All his anger can only burn himself more painfully.
The green bamboo car drove in the direction of Weiyang Palace.
The teachings of the Heavenly Taoist Academy were killed by Zhou Tong’s infamous self-sufficiency, and the Qingteng Banquet needed someone to preside over. Moreover, there were many important figures in the Southern Mission to be received tonight. The Bishop Master and Xu Shiji were responsible for the ceremony. His Royal Highness, King Chen Liu, came to the temple on behalf of the Queen Mother, and Mo Yu also had to appear in person to show solemnity.
Ning's mother-in-law supported the mullion of the green bamboo car, and the left hand held the window, still looking at the direction of the waste garden from time to time, with a pity on her face.
"Mother-in-law, don't worry, the little guy won't be in trouble."
Mo Yu’s voice came from the green bamboo car:
No one can break the black dragon pool’s prohibition. No one can leave unless someone opens the gate outside. He just stays in the garden and is blasted by the cold wind. What does it compare to these things?"
Mother-in-law thought about the rumor and worriedly said, "What if he encounters taboo?"
Mo Yu said: "Since it is taboo, where is it so easy to come across?"
She said casually, seemingly cold, but Mother-in-law heard the tiredness in between, thinking of the gaze that was on the stone steps in front of the temple and watching the plum makeup under the girl's eyebrow under the stars, she could not conceal the haggard. Zhenyuan also has to use secret methods to trap Chen Changsheng.
"Girl, you promised that the girl with capacity will not do anything with the boy."
"Did I do it tonight? I just moved my mouth."
Mo Yu thought about the letter from the South a few months ago and said annoyed: "The dead girl didn't want to marry him, but he was still not allowed to do anything, not to hurt him, not to harm him, give these rules, otherwise Why is it so troublesome, it takes me so much thought."
Taking her terrifying state of practice as an example, coupled with the terrifying power position in the Da Zhou Dynasty, it is necessary to deal with young people like Chen Changsheng, saying that there can be no tens of thousands of ways that can make him desperate, irresistible, and partial because of that. The letter had to be so troublesome.
The more she thought, the more unhappy she said: "My family pointed to the door to break the relatives, and asked me to come to spend a lot of effort. She hid in the south to be a good person, but asked me to be this wicked person. You did not hear how the young boy scolded me before. Not her, I killed him directly!"
Mother-in-law smiled and said: "The girl and the girl are sympathetic to the sister, so you should take more effort to do it."
Mo Yu said with a sneer: "It is said that black jade is a small ancestor. In fact, the phoenix is ​​the real ancestor. The people across the continent feel that she is pure and clear, ice and snow is clever, and the ice is carved into jade. , No one can offend her, I really want to make her unhappy, she can do everything, I did not care for any sisterhood to help her, just worried about her dissatisfaction, really don’t marry Qiu Shanjun, that can How to do?"
Ning's mother-in-law said with relief: "Fortunately, as long as it passes by tonight, you don't have to worry about anything."
The car curtain lifted slightly, Mo Yu looked towards the waste garden behind the Hanguang Temple, and the cold lake that was hidden by the old walls of Qiulin. Thinking of what Chen Changsheng said, do you really think it can pass smoothly tonight? Why must we keep him here? What is the saint thinking?
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After those ridiculous words, Mo Yu's voice never sounded again. Chen Changsheng stood alone in the waste garden, with the cold lake in front and the plum tree on the side. His figure was no longer like the previous one. As lonely as if the body was refilled with power.
After confirming that Mo Yu had left, he began to walk forward, past those solitary plum trees, and came to the edge of the lake.
The Abandoned Garden is obviously much colder than elsewhere in the palace. The reason should be the cold lake in front of him. He carefully observed the water surface of the cold lake, and allowed the cold to be layered on his face until the end. A frost will gradually grow on the eyebrows.
Not self-masochism, but wanting to use the help of the environment to calm himself down. He is unwilling to waste his time in negative emotions such as anger-the words he said to Mo Yu earlier are really childish. The useless and useless cruel words seemed completely contrary to calmness, but he said it anyway.
Three thousand avenues, what he repairs is to be happy. Walk with the heart, live with the heart, and the world keeps him away. He has to find a way to smooth his heart. Only with the heart can he have true peace, and peace is the highest state of calm.
Of course, he didn’t want his words to become a joke, he had to leave the abandoned garden and rush to Weiyang Palace-before leaving the National College of Education, he had made corresponding arrangements, but since those big people can deceive Luowei from Weiyang Palace, He couldn't put all hope in her hands.
How can I leave this waste garden? In fact, he doesn't even have a clue now, but he still told Mo Yu that way, just as he told Tang Sanshi and Luoluo that he would take part in the Dacha test and take the top spot in the top list.
Obviously there is no reason, looking at things that have no possibility, but he can say calm and natural. Of course, the selfless confidence is very shocking and admirable to people close to it, and to outsiders. Naturally it is delusional delusion, ridiculous.
Only he himself understands that this confidence comes from necessity. At the beginning of next year, he must take part in the dynasty test to get the first place in the first list, then he will definitely get it, otherwise he will die. Tonight, he must leave the abandoned garden and appear in Weiyang Palace, then he will be able to do it.
It must be done, so he must be able to do it. Before that, he must believe that he can do it, so that his heart can be smooth.
Still the same sentence: Three Thousand Avenues, he only cultivates his mind.
Everything he did after he left Xining and came to Kyoto was closely related to these three words.
Because only by your heart's content can you defeat your destiny.
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The waste garden looked around, the old trees on the old wall, the remnant lotus on the pond wilted early, and the old petals under the plum tree piled up, but the wind was not blowing away.
The scenery is not familiar, but it seems to have been seen somewhere.
He has never travelled thousands of miles, and he has seen many scenery.
But he read thousands of books, traveled thousands of miles in the book, and saw many scenery.
Remembering the scenery around the waste garden in his heart, he sat down cross-legged on the bank of the lake, closed his eyes, calmed himself, and began to think about the books he had read before.
There are Taoist possessions, travelogues, prose of the previous generation of Wenzong, and novels of ghosts and spirits.
That was the book he had read in the old temple in Xining Town, and it was also the book he had read in the collection of the National College of Education.
He sat by the lake, his eyes closed, but countless books flipped in front of his eyes.
Hanfeng seemed to be literate, flipping through the books and staying on the pages he wanted to see.
There are pictures on the pages, as well as annotated text.
"Nan Ke Ji"
"The Origin of the Temples"
"Home of the Class"
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Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, stood up, and looked around the waste garden again.
The Abandoned Garden is still the former garden, and Hantan is still the former garden, but at this time in his eyes, it has been completely different.
The ten or so plums scattered on the banks of the lake seem to be unrelated and have no deep meaning, but the scenery is the same throughout the four seasons. Whenever the landscape remains the same, only the wood remains.
The edge of the Hantan was rocky and there was no break in the middle. The old wall of the waste garden on the outer periphery was broken in the south of the lake. There seemed to be a way out into the night, but he knew that it was not the way out, but he had not finished writing. Brushstroke.
The ten or so plum trees vaguely stood here again.
This is the same word.
There is a story written in Nan Ke Ji, there is a picture in this kind of nest, and in the source of the temples, a palace was burned in the previous dynasty.
That palace is called Tong Palace.
Tong Gong, a generation of emperors imprisoned.
It is also a formation created by a certain generation of Pope who set his life for cultivation.
Chen Changsheng recognized this waste garden and this cold lake, what can he do?
Unless it is the legendary realm of sacred, it is possible to forcibly break through this Tong Palace.
Of course, any palace has a gate, and any formation must stay alive.
But since ancient times, no one has dared to leave Tongsheng's birth gate.
Because the Tong Palace, which was burned to ashes many years ago, guarded the death outside the door, and stayed in the palace can still linger and breathe. If you go out, you will die.
Because blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, the so-called first-line vitality is often death.
Chen Changsheng knows where Tong Gong's birth gate is.
Fengsheng, the water rises.
Where the night wind is unfinished, the water is converging and the land is not rising.
He looked at the cold lake in front of him and said nothing.
The sound of ritual and music from Yongrong Zhuangsu came from outside the abandoned garden and came from Weiyang Palace.
The Southern Mission was already seated, and guests from both sides were already here.
He didn't think much, and went directly to the cold lake.
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