The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

Song Wei slept for a long time, and when she got up to eat supper, her mind suddenly woke up.Putting down the bowl, raised her head, and asked, "Dugu Mi, do you have something to hide from me?"

Dugu's expression was obviously taken aback.

Seeing him like this, Song Wei became more and more aware.Without waiting for him to speak, he continued: "Actually, you don't have to do this. It's not that I don't know about your young master's criminal record. Since I agreed to you, I won't be defenseless. It's just that you can't expect to hide everything from me. If you turn around and catch people by surprise, you will lose the honor of Lord Xianhou." Speaking of this, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled contemptuously, "That's the trick. Is it an illegitimate child living outside? Or a child who has not had time to retire? Or An old lover who can't get rid of? Tell me, let's sum it up."

Dugu looked at him: "Xiaoyin..."

Song Wei continued to eat supper.While eating with a sigh of relief, he persevered in his encouragement: "Take it. If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be strict. If you confess truthfully, you will pay off the merits. Otherwise, you will be punished..."

"Xiaoyin..." Dugu Mian paused, and after a while, he said slowly in a confessional tone, "In the mansion... there is another concubine who is the biological mother of the second son. Since the death of the first wife, she has been in charge of internal affairs , raising your children, you have done nothing wrong for many years...don't give up..."

Song Wei saw his guilty and troubled face, and asked, "That's it?"

Dugu Mian nodded.

"Could it be that you still plan to pamper others from time to time?"

"of course not……"

"That's how it is. I won't live in your marquis mansion. She is a house girl, and she can't see her face to face. How is she different from a passer-by?"

Dugu Xian was being interrogated by him and his momentum was low. When he heard the words, he suddenly said harshly: "Xiaoyin, who told you that you are not living in the Hou's Mansion? If you are not living in the Hou's Mansion, where do you live?"

Song Wei took it for granted: "I went to Beijing with the Mu family firm, so naturally I should live with the Mu family." Seeing that Dugu's expression was not right, he waved his hands and said, "Don't keep a dark face, listen to me. Are you Xianhou, right? You have to go to court, right? After the court, I guess you still have work? Is it possible that you can continue to rest during this holiday? You have your work to do, and I’m so boring living in your house. I guess I’m going in and out It's also inconvenient. Why don't you go to Qiye's place, I'll drop by when you have time, or you can come and see me. If you think it's troublesome, I'll get to know you better after a while, and you can find another place to live..."

Dugu smiled wryly.He was self-righteous again, forgetting how much he liked to make his own decisions.

But this time, he couldn't help it no matter what.

Seeing his blissful expression, Dugu Mian clenched and loosened his hands hidden under the table several times.

Can't say yet.No one can say anything until the emperor confirms it.

Up to now, he would rather that all the clues are wrong and all the guesses are misunderstandings. In the near future, after receiving the disappointing answer from the emperor, he will start a new round of aimless search in the vast crowd, and the person in front of him, He is still a horse running at will, a bird soaring with wings, willing to devote himself to the world he has assigned to him.

Originally the most effective and reliable method was to get Song Manji into the palace and hand it over to the emperor for trial, and the truth would naturally come to light.But Dugu is very clear, if you do that, some things may really be irreversible, and sooner or later you will regret it.

Holding Song Wei's hand, the short-term guilt and wavering before did not exist, and the tone was calm and affectionate: "Xiaoyin, how about trying it first? In the future... when it is time to change places, we will change places. Since we met, how have we ever really been together? Lived? You live in the Hou Mansion for a while, give it a try, huh?"

Song Wei didn't speak.

Once Hou Men entered, it was as deep as the sea, it was difficult to get in, and even more difficult to get out.

The ideal state in Song Wei's mind now is instead the plan for entering Beijing that Dugu Xian put forward for the first time a long time ago: open a shop in the capital by himself as a shopkeeper, or go to Mu's firm to ask for a leisurely behind-the-scenes errand, and talk to Lord Dugu in his spare time Talking about love, talking about love, making appointments, having sex, being close at hand, not restraining each other, it is a blessing to be able to last for a long time, and it is easy to get together if it does not last long.

After thinking about it, if I can compromise to this point, the other party is of course not willing to stop at this step.

He was a little overwhelmed by Dugu's eyes, so he looked away inexplicably, and muttered discouragedly: "Then let's try it first..."

Two days later, the group left Shanghai and headed east.Entering Qingzhou, the weather is getting clearer.Qingzhou faces the sea in the east. Although most of the area is located on the north bank of the Lianjiang River, it is generally located in the south-central part of Daxia, with a mild climate and lush vegetation.A little snow in the twelfth lunar month melted quickly and did not affect traffic.The withered vegetation nearby is mixed with some evergreen plants, which are colorful and gorgeous.In the inaccessible places on the hills, a thick soft snow blanket has accumulated, and it looks pure white.

Compared with the warm southern Xinjiang, the desolate northwest is another kind of winter with vitality.

Song Wei liked the weather very much.The cold makes people refreshed, but it is not hard.

I still play all the way, but I haven't stayed as long as I stayed in Shanghai.In this way, we walked to the middle of the twelfth lunar month and gradually approached the capital.Early this morning, starting from a small village on the outskirts of Beijing, Dugu ordered two guards and ordered a few words, and the two left immediately.

Then he said to Song Wei: "We also have to speed up our pace, so we can get to Qingxia Temple to rest before dark."

Song Wei heard the words "Qingxia Temple", grinned and asked, "Master Xuanqing's Qingxia Temple?"

Knowing that he must be happy to go, Dugu said with a smile, "It's exactly Master Xuanqing's view of Qingxia."

Song Wei really smiled happily: "Ah, that's great! I haven't seen the Venerable Master for a long time, so I don't know how it's going." She curled her lips, "I said you're too restrained, and you just told me to go see her." Immediately, she remembered another A question, "'Qingxia Temple' are all female priests, right? Is it suitable for a group of men like us to live there?"

"It doesn't matter. The 'Qingxia Temple' is a huge place. Apart from offering sacrifices, it also receives guests from all over the world. Now that the Laba Festival has passed and the New Year's Eve is not yet here, Master Xuanqing will not be free to meet us." Dugu paused , then said, "The real Baoying who healed the emperor stayed in Qingxia Temple earlier, and probably hasn't left yet. Apart from him, there should be no other outsiders."

Those who are experts in the world are the most valuable to watch.

Song Wei immediately urged the horse: "Hurry up, you must arrive before dark."

Dugu Mian smiled from behind and led the crowd to catch up.

At noon, we took a short rest on the way, ate some dry food, and continued our journey.At dusk, I arrived at the foot of Shihu Mountain in the western suburbs of the capital, and Qingxia Temple is located on the mountainside.

Lion Tiger Mountain has a mighty name, but it is actually small and beautiful.Because of the strange shape of the tallest mountain, which looks like a tiger's head when viewed from the front, and a lion's head when viewed from the side, and its location is exactly the place where Gyeonggi is guarded, the name came into being.There was originally a small Taoist temple on the mountain with a long history.After Emperor Taizong moved the capital, the royal family believed in Taoism, expanded and refurbished it, and built a royal Taoist temple.When Princess Minghua became a monk and lived in this temple for a long time, the holy family Yourong, even more construction projects.

When Song Wei and others came to the foot of the mountain, they saw that the mountainside was resplendent with gold and jade, with flying eaves and painted buildings, scattered high and low.At that time, the sun was setting, and the sunlight slanted on the golden glazed tiles, reflecting the white snow on the hillside behind, gilded and rotten silver, just like a fairy palace and Yaotai.

The mountains and rocks are handsome and the vegetation is dense.Although it is deep winter, the pines and cypresses beside the road are still green.The bluestone steps up the mountain are wide and tidy, and it is obvious that someone has been cleaning them diligently.There is no one to sweep the snow any further up the Taoist temple, and the stone path blends into the mountain, making it impossible to identify.Perhaps because of the solemnity of pines and cypresses and the purity of white snow, the Taoist temple, which is as grand as the emperor's palace, has an extraordinary attitude.

Song Wei admired it, and felt that a person like Xuan Qing should indeed live in such a place.

After visually measuring the distance, holding his hungry belly, he lay on the horseback and wailed: "I'm starving to death! Why don't you build a Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain!"

Running around all day, everyone is hungry and tired.

Mou Ping said: "Young Master Song, this section of the road is easy to walk, and it will take at most two quarters of an hour."

Qin Xian took out the bag of dry food: "Why don't you eat your mouth first, young master?"

Dugu said: "Xiaoyin, the Suzhai of Qingxia Temple has a long-standing reputation, even the emperor is full of praise."

Song Wei swallowed, and didn't take the dry food in Qin Xian's hand: "Success, I'll bear with it. It's hard to live up to the reputation, so don't lie to me."

Ms. Dugu smiled and said nothing.

The horse walked up the smooth stone steps, and Song Wei wobbled on it.Youdao is full of praise and hunger singing, in order to distract attention, he simply closed his eyes and sang.

It sang a little tune by the Huihe people, chanting the moonlight on the grassland and the longing for the sweetheart.This song is not in the style of the Western Regions, but from an ancient grassland tribe. Even the most fresh and charming love song under the moon has a distant and vast meaning, without the lingering flavor of ordinary love songs. Pines and cypresses are surprisingly suitable.

Anyway, without looking at the road, Song Wei sang with her eyes closed.The singing is melodious, peaceful and watered down, and the roundabouts always make people feel that the meaning is still unfinished, and they can't help it.Everyone stopped talking, only the sound of horseshoes hitting the stone slabs was the accompaniment.The echoes in the mountains are just natural harmony.

Two people suddenly appeared near the top of the mountain. Because they came around from behind, from the front, they seemed to appear out of thin air, sticking to the snow surface like a relief.Those two people were holding long sticks to explore the way, and they were walking down cautiously.Hearing Song Wei's singing, he stopped, stood still, and began to enjoy it seriously.

Those with good eyesight immediately recognized that they were two Taoist priests, wearing high crowns and long robes, with long staffs in their hands and bamboo baskets on their backs.At this moment, standing sideways, facing the Taoist temple, and hanging the snow peak above, at a glance, there is a bit of immortality.

Song Wei accidentally opened her eyes, and immediately saw two loyal listeners on the mountain.He naturally raised his arms and waved to greet people, and the rhythm of his singing changed a little unconsciously, making it more lively.

The two people on the mountain obviously saw his movements, and the one standing behind raised his hands first, swinging and waving towards the mountain.The one in front was obviously much more stable. He slowly raised one hand, shook it in a reserved and friendly manner, and continued to lean on his stick to listen.

The song is over, and the gate of the Taoist temple is approaching.The two on the mountain gradually approached.

The disciples guarding the gate quickly rushed into the temple, and within a short while, Xuan Qing greeted him personally.

Seeing Song Wei, his face was full of surprises, and after taking a look at Dugu, he seemed to understand.The two guards sent by Marquis Xian to report in advance have already explained to her, so Xuan Qing only has Chang Ning and another confidant disciple with her, and she has sent away anyone who has nothing to do with her.

After greeting each other, Xuan Qing did not let the guests in, but greeted the two Taoist priests who came down from the mountain.

When I got closer, I saw that the leader with white beard and white eyebrows, his face was full of red, and he came back from the mountains in the cold weather, and he didn't look slumped at all, and he had a childlike face with white hair.Following behind him was a young man with bright eyes, obviously a disciple.

Xuan Qing clasped his hands together and saluted: "The real man is back. It just so happened that Dugu Houye passed by here on his way back to Beijing, so he came here to visit the real man."

The old Taoist chuckled, returned the salute, took two steps forward, and formally met with Dugu: "Master Hou always misses me as an old man, but how dare you do it."

Dugu Mian respectfully returned a Taoist salute: "Greetings to the real person. I've been busy with mundane affairs recently, and I haven't greeted the real person for a long time. I'm ashamed." After finishing speaking, she turned her head and glanced at Song Wei.

Song Wei hurriedly took a step forward, stood beside him, and saluted earnestly: "Song Wei asks the real man how he is."

The old Taoist looked at him carefully, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song's music is really good, it makes me look younger than ten years old."