Chapter 757: Snow Total (End)

The Buddhist temple was filled with blue smoke, and Concubine Qin's figure kneeling on the cushion was as thin as paper. When Li Zhaoyuan stepped into the threshold, he saw his mother take off the golden hairpin from his hair.

He recognized the silk phoenix hairpin, because when he was a child, he always said that it was a love thing given to her by the father. He agreed deeply at the beginning, but now he thought about it as a person, so he should only be overnight After lingering, she gave her a random reward, but her poor mother kept taking it as a treasure. However, since Li Zhaoyuan remembered, his mother has always been such a person, being content with oneself and tolerant in everything.

The prince's snow-treading house did not disturb the Qin concubine in front of the Buddha, but it attracted the attention of the maids on the side. When they were about to kneel down and salute, Li Zhaoyuan waved his hand and asked them to retreat.

It was not until this time that Concubine Qin realized that someone was coming from behind. She was not an mortal, but her cultivation was not as profound as she could not realize that Li Zhaoyuan was silently stepping on the snow.

Looking back subconsciously, Concubine Qin slightly curled her hair and her high nose bridge exuded some foreign beauty. This is why the emperor and the empress always talked about their mother and son as a humble person. Concubine Qin was sold from the Western Desert to the Emperor's Ann by slave vendors. She was supposed to be taken away by a brothel in the capital, but by chance she was sold into the palace, but this woman from the Western Desert had no The strong and strong border on the border always has the gentleness of the Jiangnan water town.

So sometimes Li Zhaoyuan occasionally thinks that his mother should be a lady than a concubine in the palace, and even a peasant woman is happier than being in this ruthless and deep palace.

Seeing that the person coming was his own son, Concubine Qin, who was wearing a plain white skirt, immediately stood up from the cushion, her pair of smiling eyes as the moon opened wide, and her joyful surprise flashed:

"Ah Zhaoyuan."

Li Zhaoyuan's tone was gentle:

"Mother, my son is here."

As the most powerful concubine in the harem today, compared to the beauty that Emperor Da Yan still made the world lose its color, Concubine Qin has lost her youth, but the years are undefeated, even if she doesn't have any makeup, she can still see the past from her eyebrows. The beauty of the country.

The mother and son looked at each other for a moment. Concubine Qin looked at her handsome son, who was already beautiful and handsome, and then subconsciously opened her eyes. She looked around for a moment and complained in embarrassment:

"Why didn't you send someone to inform me before you came? There is nothing in this Buddhist temple. When I go back to Yongning Temple, I will make you some pastries?"

The incense ash fell into the gilded incense burner, and Li Zhaoyuan chuckled and shook his head:

"Mother, my son has already broken through and no food."

"oh"

When Qin Fei was a little disappointed when she heard this, she lowered her head and laughed in a low voice: "It seems that you are still busy, and you should be busy. Just come and see me in the gaps between family and country affairs. Let's sit in this Buddhist temple today."

As if he was afraid that Li Zhaoyuan would refuse, after saying that, Qin Concubine leaned over and took the only cushion from the Buddhist temple and placed it in front of him.

Raise your eyes with expectation.

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Looking at his mother's actions silently, Li Zhaoyuan felt a little sad, and then turned into a smile:

"Mother, please sit down."

As he said that, he curled his legs and knelt on the brick and stone floor.

Seeing this, Concubine Qin subconsciously reminded:

"Yuan'er. The ground is cool in winter."

The voice was as soft as a child, but it stabbed into the heart like a knife. Li Zhaoyuan subconsciously clenched the hand under the python robe without saying a word.

The eternal lamp in front of the Buddha is light and dark due to the cold wind.

After a quiet moment, Concubine Qin realized that Yuan'er had already surpassed the world.

After stroking the wrinkles of the plain white skirt, Qin Fei sat down with a smile. At this moment, she found that Zhao Yuan's face was pale across the face.

A pair of smiling eyes flashed, and Concubine Qin stretched out her slender and wrinkled hands and stroked the face of the child opposite:

"Yuan'er, why are you so pale?"

Li Zhaoyuan felt the familiar and unfamiliar warmth coming from his mother's fingertips and smiled:

"It's okay to get infected with some epidemics."

After hearing this, Concubine Qin was silent and sighed softly:

"It's because of those court battles."

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Li Zhaoyuan did not deny the lie being exposed, but did not continue the topic, and whispered:

"Mother, why did you enjoy coming to this Buddhist temple recently?"

Concubine Qin took back her hand and placed it in front of her abdomen, kneeling down and gentle:

"A lot of innocent people died because of me these days, and they always feel uneasy. They come here to chant Buddha's name and pray for peace of mind."

Li Zhaoyuan shook his head gently and said:

"Mother, I can't count the blood that has been stained on my son's hands, and the Buddha can't save me."

Concubine Qin's eyes remained the same, as gentle as the spring breeze:

"You have to have a thought."

The bronze wind beads at the corners of the eaves of the Buddha hall are ding in the wind.

Li Zhaoyuan looked at the face of the compassionate Bodhisattva in the Buddha's treasure beside him, and his voice was gentle:

"Mother, there are no gods and Buddhas in this world, nor are there any right and wrong, only success, kings and defeated bandits."

The smile stopped. Concubine Qin pursed her red lips, lowered her eyes, and tightly clutched the golden hairpin given to her by the current emperor. She was a little helpless, and she was weak and weak mosquitoes and flies:

"I'm sorry, Yuan'er, my mother is useless. She's just an ordinary person, and there's only this way."

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No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Li Zhaoyuan looked back instantly and opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He is a humble god and Buddha who prays for non-existent things to help him.

Quiet for a long time,

Li Zhaoyuan smiled and said:

"Mother, the prince has been under house arrest today, and it is the case that this month has happened.

"My son has already been to Kunning Palace just now. I went to see the emperor and empress to give her poison wine to her.

"Hehe, today I realized that the person who feared me was so unbearable, and that he was so ugly when facing death.

"So mother, you really don't have to do this. You have helped me a lot in my life."

Concubine Qin listened carefully until the other party finished speaking, and asked slowly:

"Is the emperor and the empress dead?"

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The moment he heard this question, Li Zhaoyuan subconsciously dodged his eyes, as if he had turned into the original child.

Looking at his expression, Qin Fei also understood everything in her heart. She exhaled a sip of white mist and dissipated. The gentleness in her eyes seemed to overflow, and a crisp sound echoed:

"Zhaoyuan, take action."

"." Li Zhaoyuan seemed to be suffocating.

"I'm sorry, it's useless for mom."

Concubine Qin smiled slightly, holding the golden hairpin in her hand, looking at the direction of Weiyang Palace, her smile softly and sighed:

"He is still the same ruthless. Even if he has decided to pass it to you, he will still leave such ruthless test questions at this time."

The woman with a clear and peaceful voice and a smile as the moon gradually faded from her mother's kindness, and turned into a strong concubine Qin. She used the golden hairpin to tie up her slightly curled black hair:

"But if you want to get into that position, you must be like him, cold-blooded and ruthless, without scruples, and without weaknesses."

The snow fell and it was silent for a moment.

The glazed tiles were glowing in the morning light, and the copper bells wrapped in ice edges at the corners of the eaves, and every gust of north wind swept through them, causing slight sobs.

The mother stroked her son's drooping head with wrinkled hands, and the plain white skirt shone with moonlight in the shadow, but the smile in her eyes was as gentle as childhood:

"Take it off, he's watching."