Yu Dynasty, Heluo City, to the wind hall.
Yu Qixiu was wearing a bridal gown and was bejeweled with jewels. However, her face was lifeless. No matter how beautiful her face was, it had dimmed greatly.
A few maids beside her cried until the reporters arrived to publicize the marriage.
This was a reporter from the Nine Regions Phoenix News, and it was an exclusive interview for the newspaper owners of the three dynasties.
The reporter Su Ya held the camera and looked at the princess in amazement.
Yu Qixiu was the First Princess of Yu Dynasty. She was loved by thousands of people, but she was also a person who was sad and loved. Over the years, all the people knew that all princesses who were married by marriage did not have a good ending. Therefore, she looked at them with pity.
In the era of the weak dynasties, being a princess was hopeless and sorrowful.
Su Ya spoke.
"Princess Yu, do you have anything to say to the people?”
As Su Ya spoke, Yu Qixiu was silent for a long time before speaking.
"I thought of a young monk."
When she said this, a wave of sadness came.
Because after the marriage, she would have to live in the hopeless and oppressive alien territory. The little monk's sincere love would be something that she would never forget in her life, and it would also be something that would support her to survive as much as possible.
Therefore, she wanted to remember this little monk forever.
His clothes were as white as snow, and he was as handsome as a demon. However, his masculinity was extremely strong and contained Buddhist principles. There were thousands of strokes in his stomach, and all of them belonged to him.
Therefore, Yu Qixiu said,
"In fact, every time this little monk gets rid of his distracting thoughts, strikes the wooden fish, and softly chants the scriptures, he is afraid of the sound of knocking on the door, but he is also afraid that the sound of knocking on the door will not sound.”
"On the surface, I, Miss Xiu, disturbed him, but even if I, Miss Xiu, didn't come, he still couldn't avoid being disturbed. Every word, every frown, every smile, the way she threw the stone, and the expression on her face when she listened quietly were all deeply engraved in his mind.”
Speaking of this, Yu Qixiu unknowingly shed tears and fell into happy and satisfied memories.
To her, this was the best memory of her life.
Especially when they first met when they were young.
Ten years ago, summer afternoons were exceptionally quiet. Occasionally, cicadas would chirp on the trees. On this stuffy afternoon, most of the monks were taking an afternoon nap. Only the sound of chanting came from one room.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after practicing the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, saw that the five skandhas are empty and overcome all hardships. The color of the sarira is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color.”
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The small monk knew that it was me. He let out a long breath and wanted to finish reading this paragraph.
Yu Qixiu looked at him in a daze. She had the courage to stake everything on it and the coldness to not turn back. The small monk lowered his head until Qixiu asked,"
"What is the fourth conversion?"
"Give me your hand."
Qixiu's voice had an irresistible power. The small monk didn't understand why. Although he felt that Miss Zhixiu was different from before, he couldn't tell what was different.
Miss Xiu only wanted to express one thing: find a better one, forget it, renounce asceticism.
Don't remember the hatred.
Don't be so sad,
Otherwise, this young lady's marriage will also be sad.
Do you understand, little monk?
Now, the cold wind was blowing, and it was no longer the summer of ten years ago. She was no longer the princess who was doted on. Instead, she had to bear the responsibility of the lives of the people of a dynasty. She had to marry a foreign tribe far away and abide by one side.
Therefore, she opened her mouth for the interview and told everyone and the little monk directly.
Don't wait for me,
Don't wait,
Some people were like the wind, unable to be held in their hands. This era was too miserable.
I only hope to see you again in my next life.
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