The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 478 Xiangyu

   "Before we start, let me tell you a story."

   On the TV, Li Chengze picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"It is said that more than 300 years ago, there was a powerful Dayue Dynasty in the hinterland of the Central Plains. All countries surrendered and all countries came to congratulate. Emperor Yuewen was young, strong, wise and wise. Under his governance, the people of the Dayue Dynasty lived and worked in peace and contentment. It's just this Emperor Yuewen, I have a regret. Seeing that the year of no confusion is about to come, he has no heirs. As an emperor under the ancient feudal autocracy, he has no heirs to inherit the incense. The country is in turmoil, and a strong country without an heir will be like a setting sun, and will eventually go into darkness, until it perishes.”

Emperor Yuewen, anyone who is familiar with history will not be unfamiliar. This emperor is a famous master of ZTE, but in the history books, there are only a few introductions to him. Unless you are familiar with history, ordinary people today will The emperor may not be impressed.

   Mrs. Bo narrowed her eyes and listened quietly.

   Ji Rouen yawned and fell asleep listening. She has no interest in such boring historical figures.

"In order to seek a son, Emperor Yuewen spared no expense to renovate the Daxiangguo Temple, rebuild the golden body for the Buddha, eat fast, recite the Buddha, and make a vow to release the life. Finally, his sincerity moved the heavens, and when he was forty years old, he ushered in good news. "

"This child was born with much-anticipated expectations. According to the records of Emperor Yuewen, on the night of Princess Hualian's birth, auspiciousness descended from the sky, a hundred birds turned to the phoenix, and lotus flowers bloomed overnight in the pond in winter. Emperor Wen was overjoyed and determined that Princess Hualian was the one God's gift, benefiting the Ze Dynasty, amnesty to the world, that year, the Yue Dynasty was filled with a festive atmosphere, and Princess Hua Lian became the symbol of the Yue Dynasty's heyday."

  Many people have not heard of the deeds of the Hualian Princess, there is no record in the history books, and other newspapers and media have never recorded this princess.

   But I don't mind that everyone sketches the image of this legendary princess in Li Chengze's mind. She must have a flower-like moon appearance, a graceful and luxurious temperament, and a dignified and dignified personality.

   The medicine bowl in Madam Bo's hand fell to the ground, and the medicinal soup was spilled on the ground. Huaiqing hurriedly looked at Madam Bo's hand: "Are you alright?"

   The old lady was startled, "It's okay, this bowl of medicine is a pity."

   Huaiqing smiled helplessly, did the old lady do it on purpose, just to avoid taking medicine.

   Zhao Zhen stood up suddenly, chewing between his lips and teeth: "Princess Hua Lian? Why is this name so familiar?"

   She must have heard it somewhere.

   Ran Tengxiao glanced at her lightly, Zhao Zhen felt the oppression and sat down honestly.

   Thin Lotus Leaf was about to leave. She hated the noisy atmosphere, and when she heard the names of the Dayue Dynasty and Princess Hua Lian, she stopped and frowned.

  Her grandmother was a professor of history at a prestigious school, a famous historian, and a descendant of the royal family of the last feudal dynasty, the Dayue Dynasty.

There are many precious orphan books in the family. During the difficult period of that year, in order to assist the development of the country’s historical and cultural undertakings, my grandmother donated many orphan books to the country. My grandmother’s wisdom and wisdom have won her extensive respect. Until now, in cultural history The grandmother is like the existence of the Big Dipper in Mount Tai, and it also elevates the status of the Bo family in disguise and becomes the first song of Qingliu in Jingzhou.

   When she was babbling, her grandmother told her various historical stories. Growing up in such an educational atmosphere, her literary literacy was naturally extraordinary.

   I remember one time when she was a child, she sneaked into the library at home. She was bored and turned to a book of Princess Hua Lian's daily life. At that age, she was very curious about the story of the princess and prince.

  Although it was written by an anonymous person and has no cultural literacy, the life story of this Princess Hualian made her teeth itch.

  Because it was too vicious and domineering, it subverted her cognition of the ancient princess.

She took the book and went to her grandmother, "This Princess Hua Lian is so hateful, a palace maid only hurt her scalp when she combed her hair, and she killed her with a cane, so vicious, how can she be a country Princess?"

   There are many more such evils in the book, and the list goes on and on.

   At that time, grandma's eye disease was already very serious, and she couldn't see anything, but grandma's brows were deeply wrinkled, and there was a bit of deep sharpness in those turbid eyes without focus.

   The young she took a step back in fear.

   "Where did you see that jerk?"

  Grandma is always kind and cheerful. It was the first time she saw her grandma with such a stern expression. She was horrified at a young age.

   "Remember, history books are always written by victors. Her reputation is in the hands of those in power. Otherwise, how can a princess with prestige let the emperor rest in peace?"

   "But what kind of prestige does she have? Does she have prestige to hurt others?" She dared to ask, bewildered.

   Grandma shook her head, "The emperor's power is divinely granted, and the emperor understands this truth better than anyone else."

   After thinking about it for a long time, she didn't understand it. Later, she gradually forgot it. Until just now, the name of Princess Hualian was like Pandora's magic box, which instantly opened the dusty memory.

   "There's nothing to see, it's too crowded here, let's go back to the hotel," Su Wen urged.

  The thin lotus leaf didn't move, she stood there, frowning and looking at the big TV in front of her.

  Su Wen said: "Okay, she really is a talented girl. After reading this kind of historical story, I can't move my footsteps. I will give my life to accompany the gentleman."

"However, when opening the history books, the only records of this Princess Hualian are all negative. She is notorious for all evils and has a bad reputation. Under the special favor of Emperor Wen, she has become synonymous with domineering and viciousness, causing people's resentment to boil, Hualian. Princess Lian has also become the only stain in Emperor Wen's life."

   "In the 27th year of Emperor Wen of the Yue Dynasty, Emperor Wen issued an decree to marry Princess Hua Lian. This concubine is our protagonist today."

   Everyone was fascinated by the story. This story is so attractive, even better than the TV series. Especially when it is told by Li Chengze's **** and magnetic voice, it has a different kind of charm.

"As we all know, Princess Hua Lian is particularly favored. She loves to keep face heads, so she built a villa specially for this, and put these face heads collected from all over the world. Everyone is not unfamiliar with this villa, which is now Yunmeng Villa. "

After   , the audience was shocked.

   It turns out that Yunmeng Villa actually has such a history, the private product of Princess Hua Lian, the heaven where she raised her face, God, this is too...indescribable.

  Is the life of the princess so happy?

"At the flower viewing banquet held by Yunmeng Mountain Villa that day, several famous ladies were lost, and Ming Jing personally searched for them. She searched for people eagerly and broke into the forbidden area of ​​the villa. The terrain here is steep and dangerous, and dangers are very likely to occur, but Ming Jing did not hesitate to enter. That's why she was able to discover the underground dungeon. She found a corpse three hundred years ago in the dungeon. She didn't consider how much the exposure of this corpse would affect herself and Yunmeng Villa. I chose to call the police without hesitation, and here, let me once again express my strong respect for the bravery of Miss Der Spiegel."

   Li Chengze stood up, faced the mirror, and bowed deeply.

   Not for selfish desires, but only for the Grand Duke.

  Everyone was stunned for a moment, thinking about the powerful relationship among them, and they couldn't help but respect the mirror.

   As soon as a body is discovered, everyone may be shocked and scared. The first thing that comes to mind is to call the police, but when you calm down, you will find that calling the police will do more harm than good.

   First of all, this corpse is a mummified corpse, not to mention hundreds of years, at least a few decades upwards, how can anyone in the outside world remember this person who died silently in the dungeon, he has long been forgotten in the sea of ​​smoke in the world.

   Secondly, if the corpse is exposed, it will definitely have a great negative impact on Yunmeng Villa. This long-established scenic spot that celebrities have longed for will be cast a shadow from now on. This is definitely what the owner of the villa does not want to see.

   In the end, it is the impact on Der Spiegel. Everyone has already felt it. Everyone has seen how much harm the murder case has brought to Der Spiegel with their own eyes.

Human nature is inherently selfish. If you put it in your own position, you may think that more things are worse than less things, and it means that this person will never see the light of the sun, and archaeology will not be able to go further, and everyone will not be able to understand three hundred The turbulent history of years ago.

   Not to mention that in order to find a few lost ladies, she went into danger alone, and everyone slandered her so much. Thinking about it, she felt more distressed and hated those sunspots who spread rumors.

  The camera is given to Der Spiegel, she sits upright and greets with a smile.

  Like a serene lotus blooming in the depths of time, it is always neither humble nor arrogant, gentle and silent.

  All the beautiful words on her body seemed so pale.

  Ye Lan accompanied Mrs. Ye to watch the live broadcast. Seeing this scene, her mood was extremely complicated.

   Mrs. Ye glanced at her: "Did you get lost that day?"

   Ye Lan nodded: "Me and Gao Jia, and Liu Yuexin, we got lost together."

   She thought of the mirror she had found at that time, and suddenly felt that her thoughts had been too narrow.

   "Of course, with the unremitting efforts of Mingjing, several lost ladies are safe and sound."

Li Chengze continued: "With the help of many experts and enthusiastic anonymous people, we have finally determined the identity of the deceased. I don't know if everyone must read the extracurricular ancient texts in junior high school Chinese textbooks. Do you remember an ancient text called the Book of Remonstrance? It is about the ancient official system and development. It was written by Murong Qi, a great writer of the Yue Dynasty. There is a sentence in the text that must be beautiful and the pillar of the country. Do you know who wrote it?"

   This question has been asked even by lovers of ancient prose and historians.

The junior high school students hurried to turn over the text, and wrote in the annotation: "In the seventeenth year of Emperor Wen of the Moon, Emperor Wen praised Song Ming, the Duke of Fuguo at that time, Song Ming, a native of Jian'an, (679-732) Emperor Wen's seventh year of Jinshi and the first, In the same year, he entered Guozijian. In the eighth year of Emperor Wen, the northern nomads harassed the border city. Song Ming asked for orders to fight. Emperor Wen appointed the king of the mountain as the military governor, Song Ming was the general of chariots and cavalry, and led an army of 200,000 troops to set off. Song Ming led 3,000 light cavalry to raid the enemy. The army's old nest, captured tens of thousands of enemies, drove the enemy out of the pass in one fell swoop, and thwarted the enemy's spirit, Song Ming became famous in the battle, Emperor Wen was overjoyed, and he personally named Fuguo Gong, ranking first-class prince, and enjoying the prince's salary."

   In just a few words, we have outlined a young genius who is good at writing and martial arts.

   After a careful search on the Internet, I found that the life of this Duke Fuguo is even more legendary. Wen Neng's pen to settle the world, and Wu Neng's horse to set the world. It is simply the most realistic portrayal of him.

   However, I don't know why, this talented person is so low-key and has been unknown for a long time.

  Unfortunately, in 732, due to the suspicion of Emperor Wu, he was deeply involved in the case of embezzlement, and died in prison.

  Liu Muxue's memory has always been good, she frowned, and she blurted out, "Song Ming, Duke Fuguo?"

Li Chengze cast an approving look: "Yes, it is Song Ming, the Duke of Fuguo during the period of Emperor Wen, who devoted himself to the Yue Dynasty all his life, and then died. He left a few strokes in the history books, which is amazing enough, but his son, However, he is an amazing and talented person, who is better than the blue, but everyone must be even more unfamiliar with this son of the Duke of Fuguo."

   "He is our protagonist today, Song Xiangyu."

   Everyone understands that the corpse found in the dungeon is the son of Duke Fuguo and the consort of Princess Hualian.

   Everything is connected.

   The picture scroll from three hundred years ago is slowly unfolding before my eyes.

   The taut strings in Zhao Zhen's mind suddenly broke, and she stood up suddenly, her body swaying slightly because she was too excited.

   Her face was full of disbelief: "Son of Duke Fuguo? Song Xiangyu? Princess Hualian?"

   That dream, that dream she had, turned out to be true.

   A thin layer of cold sweat floated on her back, and the hair on her arms stood upright.

this is too scary.

   Ran Tengxiao squinted at her.

   Zhao Zhen couldn't take it anymore, she grabbed Ran Tengxiao's arm, her eyes were full of horror.

   "Cousin, I can't stay any longer, take me out of here."

   Ran Tengxiao flicked her hand away, his eyes filled with inquiry: "What happened?"

Zhao Zhen's mood was a little broken, and his words were incoherent: "That night, I was in the mirror room, I fainted, I had a dream, I dreamed of Princess Hualian, I dreamed of Song Xiangyu, so real, as if I saw it with my own eyes Everything happened, right in the dungeon, she parted from him, he died so miserably, the fire was so big, she ran in..."

   Ran Tengxiao refined to the point and asked softly, "The room of the mirror?"

   Zhao Zhen's voice was crying: "I just said that she is not a normal person, she is a lunatic, the incense she uses, can channel, she must have seen a ghost..."

   "The ghost is here to seek revenge, let's run..."

   Ye Jian frowned upon hearing this, what a mess.

   Ran Tengxiao clasped her shoulders, pushed her back into the seat, and said lightly, "In broad daylight, where is the ghost, it's just a ghost in the heart of people."

   (end of this chapter)