I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Chapter 533 Pei Yuanxian's extra episode ends, I am in the crowd, looking at you from afar

Pei Yuanxian didn't answer him. "It's time for me to go. Don't be impatient or impetuous in everything, and take it slowly. Especially... at the feet of the emperor."

This decision was sudden, and so was Yuren.

The person who has been with him day and night for seven years, the person who taught him everything, and the person who cared for him unconditionally and in every possible way, is leaving.

Although Yuren had doubted his motives, but at this moment, he just felt empty in his heart.

When he reacted, Pei Yuanxian had already walked out the door.

He knelt down and asked with tears in his eyes, "When are you coming back? How can I contact you?"

Pei Yuanxian looked back, like the most chic wanderer. "The return date is uncertain, don't contact me, I will contact you."

When it comes, it is silent, and when it leaves, it does not take a cloud with it.

At the foot of the mountain, there are several fine horses waiting for him, and the leader is Huanyan.

Pei Yuanxian frowned, "Didn't I let you live freely?"

Huan Yan showed his face and chuckled, "Following Mr. is the best freedom."

She is no longer young, the girl with disheveled hair has changed her hair to be dignified, but in her heart and eyes, there is always only one person.

Pei Yuanxian put on his horse lightly, "Let's go, I suspect that the old opponent will catch up later."

In the evening of the Obon Festival, a few masters from Xiangji Temple came to the temple. They walked like ghosts in the temple without being seen. Before leaving, Da Chonglou came to see Master Ananda.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Grand Master's Temple."

Amanda said "Amitabha" with a calm expression. "Xiangji Temple is at the foot of the Son of Heaven. It is blessed by Dayan and will not do anything to harm Dayan. But at the same time, Xiangji Temple is also the Xiangji Temple of the world, and those who are destined will meet each other."

After the calm in the temple returned, Yu Renxing walked out of his room and looked into the dark night. In the meditation room, on the simple wooden table, there are many words written on the paper.

Pro-Yuan Xian fish, as retreat webs.

It took Pei Yuanxian three years to travel to many lands in Dayan, from Yunzhao in the west to the vastness of the East China Sea, from Baishan Heishui to Annan Xiangguo. A piece of news made the whole country sad, and the emperor of Dayan went west with a crane.

On that day, Pei Yuanxian sat on a boat in the river and raised his glass to the moonlight.

He was only in his forties, so he died young.

"Ying Zhexu, Ying Zhexu, we've been fighting for half our lives, and I'm the one who beat you to death in the end. But I'm not half happy, I only have loneliness in my heart."

Huanyan poured wine for him, and in the boiling pot, he sandwiched a slice of fish stew, which was his favorite.

"Sir, where are you going next?" Huan Yan asked.

"Go back to Xiangji Temple."

Yuren has already left Xiangji Temple, he entered Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine as he wished, started as a doctor of herbal medicine, and became a secretary. Principal Gu Xian liked him very much and planned to pass on the mantle to him.

When he heard the news that Pei Yuanxian had returned to Xiangji Temple, he almost stepped on Yanjing and returned to the temple with meteors rustling.

There is a clear breeze and bright moon in the mountains, and Pei Yuanxian is like an independent person, cooking tea and drinking alone in front of Qipan Mountain. After all, the years have left traces on his body. There are fine lines at the corners of his eyes and gorgeous hair on his temples.

"master!"

Accompanied by this call, Yu Ren knelt down in front of the tea and took over the job of making tea.

The tea is poured out, with a touch of chrysanthemum and wolfberry floating on it. Yuren was taken aback. In the seven years we have been together before, the master has never drunk this kind of tea. And this tea, the people in Yanjing know that it is the first of its kind created by Empress Zhexian.

"This is my favorite tea. It is healthy and delicious." Pei Yuanxian seemed to say the most ordinary words, only he knew that he had searched for many years, longing for a fruitless result.

"She likes it too." Yu Ren said while sharing tea.

Pei Yuanxian told him a lot about his travels, and Yu Ren listened carefully.

When the tea was exhausted, Yuren suddenly knelt down deeply and cried on the ground.

It is said that a man does not flick his tears lightly, why is he crying?

"Yu Ren, child, why are you crying?"

Yuren raised his eyes, and the end of his eyes was flushed with red. "Master, there is a girl living in my heart. I long to be close to her, but feel that it is not suitable for etiquette. I am addicted to it and cannot extricate myself. But I know that I am not qualified, and I cannot marry her."

Pei Yuanxian looked at him, his slightly upturned mouth revealed his good mood, and he asked, "Why? That girl doesn't like you?"

Yuren shook his head, relieved and bitter. "No, we are in love with each other. But the more this is the case, the more guilty I feel. I shouldn't have approached her at the beginning. She is like a fire in the world, illuminating the desire in my heart and igniting the ugliness buried deep in my heart."

Pei Yuanxian patted him on the shoulder, leaned back, and chose a more comfortable posture. "Yu Ren, a fair lady, a gentleman loves to be good, this is the most wonderful thing in the world."

"No! I'm not qualified." Yuren took a deep breath and paused every word, "Maybe others have forgotten, or they think I have forgotten, even I almost forgot. Yuren, it's not mine. name."

"A five-year-old child already has memories. I will never forget the determination and reluctance she felt when my mother took me back to the palace that day. She said that she will treat you well with Aunt Shishi in the future. But I lost my mother forever, and lost my surname. My name is Ying Zheren, the son of Emperor Yanwu, and the half-brother of Ying Zhexu. I was originally Ying Nianshi's uncle. How can I... Marry her? God forbids it!"

A flower trapped in love and shackles is about to wither, and it stops between ethics and ethics.

Pei Yuanxian sprinkled the remnant tea on the ground, and there was no wave in the ancient well, only calm, "Yu Ren, do you remember what I said when we first met? You will marry the most honorable woman in the world. Because I know, only you You are worthy of her, you are not related by blood, you can marry her with confidence and boldness."

Really?

Yuren looked suspiciously at Pei Yuanxian, "Master, if I have no blood relationship with Nianshi, then whose son am I?"

Pei Yuanxian looked at the vast land, and his voice echoed in the empty land, "Yu Ren, your father died, died in the battle of Yancheng, and died in his glory. Your mother was from the Song Dynasty. Huan Yu. So, you are Yu Ren, not Ying Zhe Ren."

Yuren didn't delve into it, he believed that the master would not lie to him. Even if it was a lie, he drank it like a glass of wine. Because he couldn't let go of that girl.

It took Yuren three years to reach the center of power in Dayan and was named a national teacher.

Three years after the Empress ascended the throne, a group of ministers wrote a letter asking the Empress to marry a national teacher, and Ying recited poems to play.

On the day of the wedding, the Empress and Yu Ren climbed up the palace wall to accept the worship of the officials and the prayers of all the people.

In the vast crowd, Ying Nianshi saw a figure in a suit. He clearly blended into the crowd, but he was out of place; he was wearing ordinary clothes, but he was an island of his own. In him, she saw the loneliness, magnificence and tragedy just like her father.

Their eyes met for only a moment, then Pei Yuanxian turned around and walked away.

(Pei Yuanxian's story is over, the next chapter is the real story)