MTL - King’s Landing: The Proud Empress-Chapter 571 【Extra Story】Xiao Moran
Chapter 571 [Special episode] Xiao Moran
In the chilling autumn, the withered and yellow leaves are flying, spinning, and slowly falling to the ground.
A broom gently swept the ground, sweeping up the fallen leaves.
"The benefactor." A compassionate voice sounded from behind, and the hand holding the broom paused slightly.
"Master, what's the matter?" Turning around, there was nothing in the voice! No ups and downs.
Seeing this, the monk in red cassock sighed slightly, "Benefactor, are you still unwilling to go down the mountain?"
Hearing this, Xiao Moran lowered his eyes, "Master wants to drive me away?"
The monk looked at the palace not far from the foot of the mountain, and murmured, "The benefactor has been hiding here for two years, why can't he face it bravely?"
Xiao Moran smiled lightly, but there was a touch of sadness in his eyes, "Master, I don't know how to face it, and I don't know if it's right to go down the mountain." As he spoke, he looked at the imperial palace that could be seen in the distance at the foot of the mountain. , There was a deep longing in the depths of his eyes.
"Is it correct? Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" The monk came to his side, turning the beads in his hand gently.
Xiao Moran closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
After a long time, a leaf slowly fell on his hand.
Xiao Moran opened his eyes, looked at the monk beside him and said, "Master, I want to become a monk."
Hearing this, the monk sighed and shook his head lightly, "Almsgiver, this is the 32nd time you have mentioned this matter. The old monk still said the same thing. You are bound by the world, so you cannot enter the Buddhist gate."
Xiao Moran smiled lowly, and finally sighed softly, "Master, I don't want to go down the mountain."
In this regard, the monk said "Amitabha", and then left.
Until the figure of the monk disappeared, Xiao Moran raised his head again, and his eyes fell on the palace that could be seen at a glance in the distance below the mountain.
After watching for a long time, Xiao Moran took the broom and continued to sweep the fallen leaves.
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At night, there are only a few faint stars in the sky.
In a remote courtyard, Xiao Moran sat on a wooden chair, looking up at the sky.
More than two years later, he still remembers the last time they met.
Actually, as early as after the poisoning incident. He felt something was wrong with her.
After many contacts, it was confirmed that she was not the same person before.
Many times of contacts, faint temptations, but still failed to track down her true identity.
He could have reported this matter to the Yin clan. but…
At that time, he always found various reasons in his heart to persuade himself to delay telling the Yinzu about this matter.
Until later, when he went back to the hermit family, he overheard her words. Only then did I realize how ridiculous I was.
From childhood to adulthood, he has always regarded her as a **** in his mind. As long as it is her word, he is willing to die.
But that day, he realized that he was not even an ant in her eyes!
Unprecedented, he asked her out and told her everything frankly.
Maybe, it's because of her growing alienation from him...
Tell her the news that he is leaving, and tell her not to come to him. It's just a little bit of temptation in my heart, against my will.
He really wanted to know what his position was in her heart.
Is she, really won't come to find me...
The moment he got the news of her death, he felt as if his sky was about to collapse.
The feeling of being abandoned by the whole world, he can still feel it until now.
On the cliff of parting, he wanted to jump off with her many times.
But eventually timid.
He was afraid, she didn't want to see him. He was afraid that he would not be able to see her after he went to the underworld.
Later, he lived in Jing'an Temple.
He heard about the occupation of more than half of Beirong Kingdom by the Yin people, but there was nothing he could do about it.
No one knows better than him how terrifying the hidden clan's strength is!
It has been two years, and the Beirong Kingdom is at stake.
Back then, he thought. If one day the Beirong Kingdom can't keep it, then he will go with the Beirong Kingdom.
Maybe, I can see her again. Even if it's far away, even if your soul is scattered!
Later, the news came that she was not dead. At that moment, how much he wished to rush to Danhua City immediately, so that he could see her.
But he held back.
On the day when the army returned to the city, he stood in the crowd and watched secretly. But she couldn't be seen.
He didn't go back to the palace to meet her, because he knew that there was no room for him in the palace. She has someone she likes, even if there is more than one, but he will never be among them!
He thought, maybe it would be good to stay in this Jing'an Temple for a lifetime.
Recite the Peace Sutra for her every day, stay where she can't see, and watch her be happy. Perhaps, it is the greatest satisfaction in his life.
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Sweeping the fallen leaves, winter is getting closer.
After another period of time, the monk came again.
Seeing him holding a broom in his hand, the monk recited "Amitabha", and then said, "The benefactor."
Hearing this, Xiao Moran put the broom beside him, clasped his hands together, "Master."
The monk looked at more and more fallen leaves all over the ground, and said, "Benefactor, these fallen leaves fall every day. Even if you sweep today, there will still be tomorrow. Why don't you wait until tomorrow to sweep again?"
Hearing this, Xiao Moran said, "If you don't sweep today, there will be more fallen leaves tomorrow. Wouldn't it be tiring to sweep?"
The monk nodded, "Isn't it more convenient to light it with fire than to sweep it?"
Xiao Moran shook his head, "Although this place is remote, if a fire is started, it can easily reach the temple."
The monk nodded, "The benefactor scans every day, have you ever felt bored?"
Hearing this, Xiao Moran laughed in a low voice, "Why are you bored? This is the only way to pass the time every day."
The monk looked down the mountain, and suddenly asked, "Is the benefactor going down the mountain today?"
Xiao Moran was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Not going down the mountain."
The monk clasped his hands together, "May I trouble the benefactor to walk around the temple with the old monk?"
Xiao Moran thought for a while, then nodded, "Alright."
Putting the broom away, Xiao Moran walked around with the monk.
After walking for some time, the two came to the gate of Jing'an Temple.
Watching the monk continue to walk outside the temple, Xiao Moran said, "Master, are you going down the mountain?"
Hearing this, the monk paused, shook his head and said, "It's not the old monk who is going down the mountain today, but you, the benefactor."
Xiao Moran was puzzled.
At this time, a woman in ink-colored clothes slowly walked out at the corner of the mountain road ahead.
Xiao Moran suddenly froze.
Seeing the woman, the monk clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, man, the old man has brought it. If there is anything, the two benefactors can talk slowly."
After speaking, he waved lightly, and a young monk ran out of the temple, holding a bundle in his hand.
The monk handed the burden to Junli, "The clothes of benefactor Xiao are all inside."
Junli nodded, "Thank you, master."
The monk waved his hand, turned and left.
Jun Li's eyes fell on Xiao Moran, he walked forward slowly, and said with a smile, "You don't recognize me?"
Xiao Moran was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and said in a dry voice, "Why are you here?"
After saying that, Junli raised a smile on his face, stepped forward to hold his hand, and sighed softly, "Xiuzhu said he missed you, let me take you back."
Hearing this, Xiao Moran's eyes flashed with disappointment.
It turned out that she came here because of Mu Xiuzhu...
"Of course... I miss you too." Junli smiled lightly, met Xiao Moran's disbelieving gaze, and said softly, "Moran, I'll take you home."
(end of this chapter)
