Chapter 782

Nanbaoyi ignored the compliments of those people in the hall.

She went straight back to Chao Wen Yuan.

Yu Wei met her and removed her fox hair cloak. In a soft voice, she said, "two old masters from yamen are waiting for you in the study."

The study is burning a stove.

Both of them were in their 40s and 50s, eating tea.

Seeing nanbaoyi coming in, they quickly got up to salute.

"What's the matter?" said Nanbao

One respectfully said: "the palace has spread the will, and the emperor and his wife intend to oppose, and now they have captured King Yong and put him in prison. What the empress means is that this matter involves a lot. In Guangen temple tomorrow, Wei Taishi, Shen taizai, Pei shangshuling and our Si Li yamen will jointly examine the king Yong. "

Nanbaoyi is seated.

She pushed open the carved window and watched the snow fall in the garden.

The second brother and Diji are really going to plan. They carry all the charges, but they leave the only hope for her to mediate outside.

They're not afraid to be her?

Ask her to participate in the joint trial in the capacity of Sili, how can she be ruthless enough to try him?

In case there is a mistake

They both sacrificed in vain.

Nanbaoyi was angry and sad.

The two old masters looked at each other.

Again they bowed their hands and said, "my lord?"

"I see." Nanbaoyi is impatient.

After the two masters left, nanbaoyi opened the book in vexation.

For a moment, I think about whether my second brother will be punished in prison, and I wonder if my concubine arrived at the Wanguo Temple safely.

After thinking about it, she closed the book and decided to go to Wanguo temple.

……

Wanguo temple.

The meditation room is quiet.

There is a bottle of plum blossom under the window pane, and the branches are slanting, which makes winter more interesting.

Xiao Qingyang wakes up in the green tent.

She sat up and saw that her wound had been carefully bandaged. There was a light fragrance of Buddha in the meditation room, but there was no sign of the man.

She hurried to bed, not to wear shoes to comb her hair, along the corridor around the temple hall, holding a breath, anxious to find South Chengyi.

"Brother Nanjia..."

The girl's wound cracked and fell in the snow.

A paper umbrella tipped over her head.

Xiao Qingyang looks back slowly.

The young monk, dressed in a raven blue robe and holding a white paper umbrella, was gazing at her quietly.

She hoarse voice: "you really do not want to let me be wronged."

Nan Chengyi is silent.

The girl in the snow, her train spread loose, her ankles were red with cold.

The bandaged wound burst open and dyed the new dress red.

He put down his umbrella, bent down and patiently picked up Xiao Qingyang.

He whispered: "just go to the kitchen to cook, why do you chase out?"

Xiao Qingyang took his neck.

She looked at his smooth and graceful jaw and whispered, "I'm running away today to see you. Nan Chengyi, I like you and want to marry you. I like it at first, and I like it even more later

"When you saw me in southern Xinjiang, you didn't dislike me at all. You hold my body and ask for help everywhere. You put down your dignity as a young Ranger. You cry and beg the Gu master you despised before. You also gave me your heart... "

Xiao Qingyang raised his hand and gently stroked his cheek.

Her eyes were red and her tears were crystal clear: "brother Nan, in this life, I will never meet a husband like you who loves me with his life and dignity."

Nan Chengyi hugs her.

His arms were strong, but his hands were shaking.

She knows

She knew what he had been hiding from her.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to endure guilt.

Xiao Qingyang, she is so proud and rebellious emperor Ji, how can he bear to remind her of those dirty and dirty past?

He loves the di Ji, should be pretty willful to live in the world.

He was willing to use his death to exchange for her happiness for the rest of her life. He would like to marry the husband of the aristocratic family and enjoy the splendor and wealth. He would never think of him as a thin lover who met by chance.

He stepped into the threshold of the meditation room and gently placed the girl on the bamboo couch.

He brushed away the girl's broken hair between her forehead and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry..."

Xiao Qingyang shook his head.

He was about to speak, but a series of murmurs came from his stomach.

"I, I'm a little hungry," she said

Nan Chengyi smiles and comes to the enamel bowl considerately.

The bowl is filled with fine white noodles, sending out a touch of onion fragrance, extremely attractive.

Xiao Qingyang couldn't help laughing: "in those years of study tour, every time it's your turn to cook, you only cook noodles. Today I come to see you, and you cook noodles for me to eat..."Nan Chengyi sat down beside the couch and turned out a poached egg under the noodles with bamboo chopsticks.

He said in a warm voice: "there is no meat food in the temple. I found a wild egg from the back mountain nest. Have a taste

Xiao Qingyang opened his mouth: "then you feed me."

"How old are you? I'm still childish."

Nan Chengyi smiles, but still feeds her eggs.

Xiao Danyang is always staring at Xiao Danyang.

Nan Chengyi raised his eyebrows: "what have you been watching me do? But do you think I'm more handsome and unrestrained in my monks' clothes than when I'm a Ranger? No wonder you love me so much. "

"Bah, as shameless as ever."

Xiao Qingyang is not angry.

After two bites of eggs, she coughed violently.

The blood dyed the handkerchief red.

She couldn't eat any more.

In the mirror, I'm just afraid of Yuenan. I'm afraid I can't see you if I close my eyes. "

Nan Chengyi bows his head and kisses her hair carefully.

"This time, I will never leave you again."

At the foot of the mountain.

Wei Shaoqian, dressed in a suit of joy, rode on his horse without expression.

The red silk hairband is flying in the cold wind.

Lang Jun looks sinister, full of envy.

Behind him, there were Wei's troops in order.

They gathered around the foot of the Wanguo temple and poured heavy oil into the woods.

Wei Shaoqian said in a deep voice: "monk xuandu can't be punished for ignoring the Buddhist commandments and colluding with the imperial concubine. That's right. Let's set the dogs on fire

At an order, the fire rose to the sky.

Hundreds of years of pines and cypresses and ancient trees are burning, the animals flee to other mountains, continuous fire, spread to the mountain temple, startled groups of birds perched.

Wei Shaoqian stares at the direction of the mountain gate.

He specially poured something to avoid fire on the bluestone steps. As long as she came out, she would be ok

His hands were bruised by the reins, and even the reins were red with blood.

Men's eyes are red.

As long as she comes out

As long as she looks back

He

Still willing to marry her.

……

The grand hall is towering and strict.

The lotus lantern is hanging high, and the light and shadow of pale gold are scattered in the hall.

The Golden Buddha tilts slightly and looks down upon the men and women in the hall.

Diji's makeup was exquisite, but she could not cover her weakness of pale and bleeding.

The famous monk took off his cassock, and his robe made him handsome and unrestrained.

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