Chapter 388

Sweating on his forehead, Yang Rong was so close to a woman for the first time. Speaking of it, he was a little nervous.

He picked up Mei nuan'er carefully. He didn't hear the other party shouting pain. He was relieved. His forehead was sweating. He didn't have time to wipe it. First, he observed Mei nuan'er's face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

I watched Yang Rong pick up the warm plum blossom.

Helian Yunlu strode towards the flickering place of the torch. In the deep forest, the candle was strangely demon blue.

"Lord Li is here, too?" Mei nuan'er asked Yang Rong.

"Well, your business has alerted the chief. Master Li came all night. Thanks to his information network, I can find you so quickly. "

The eyes of Mei nuan'er flashed slightly.

Fast.

She felt that she had persisted for a long time.

Some can't hold on.

Almost ready for the final shopping.

Those robbers, she pretended to be weak and innocent, originally only intended to reduce their defense.

But I didn't expect to know that someone was behind it.

The other party only said the sensitive words of the second master and the ancient Yue royal family.

She guessed that it should be Beiming Ye.

Nine times out of ten.

But.

What grudges does he have with her.

Do this to her.

Mei nuan'er closed her eyes in tangle and pain.

Yang Rong held her tightly.

Suddenly I realized that I was interested in this little man.

Beiming Ye salutes the Buddha at the Qingyun platform of Fengming.

Here is one of the few Buddhist temples in Fengming that has been handed down for thousands of years.

Many people came to worship Buddha, and there were so many pilgrims.

There are marriage trees at the foot of the mountain and monks selling red marriage cards with a smile on their faces.

"Girl, hang a marriage card. It's very effective."

Many young girls and beautiful young women took the marriage card with a smile, stood under the old tree, prayed earnestly, and then raised their hands and threw it. For those with good luck, the marriage card was directly hung on the tree, causing a burst of exclamation.

Countless red fortune cards radiate warm light under the sun.

The ghost elbow glanced at the good men and women, and gave a gentle ho. I don't know what he's laughing at.

"Childe, there are many people here. We..."

The man nodded gently: "take the path."

Beiming Ye goes up the mountain from the path behind the mountain.

When I passed halfway up the mountain, a Buddhist monk was telling Buddhist theories to pilgrims.

"If you can't understand life, it's like ups and downs. Onlookers are clear and those in the game are confused. Almsgiver, you can only get it if you give..."

The monk in cassock was talking to the middle-aged woman beside him with his hands in one.

The woman was sitting on the stone stool, copying Buddhist scriptures by hand. Her eyebrows were full of pain and loss: "master, I have only one only son. Since his death, I was in pain. As soon as I close my eyes every night, I think of him... It's so far. I'm alive and carefree. I'd better leave."

The sound of crying accompanied by the sound of the pen falling to the ground became uncontrollable.

Beiming Ye stops and looks at the monk comforting the woman.

"Madam, it's a marriage. After hundreds of robberies, you are often bound. If you lose all your thoughts, you might as well convert to Buddhism. "

Although the old monk has compassion for all living beings, he has already seen through the world of mortals and comforted him word by word. It sounds useless to Beiming Ye.

Madam, this trip is to ask the old monk to gradient for her: "I am willing to always accompany the green lantern. I just want to pray for my son. I hope he will be happy in the next life and will not suffer from short life."

The young woman's peach blossom eyes are very beautiful. They don't need any modification. They are slightly picked up. At the moment, they contain fog and have a kind of maternal tenderness and kindness.

Inadvertently, Beiming Ye looks at him.

The simple clothes could not hide the tenderness in the lady's bones. She looked at a man about the same age as her son.

Slightly closed his eyes, took a deep breath and nodded to Beiming Ye.

She doesn't know him.

But her eyes were full of love, like taking men the same age as her son as flesh and blood relatives.

Beiming Ye stands in the distance and soberly looks at the kindness in the bottom of his wife's eyes.

He had never seen it in his biological mother Xiao Qiang.

In memory, Xiao Qiang didn't hold him

A picture flashed in his mind, which was the picture of the palace beauty scolding him word by word.

There are thousands of mothers in the world, but he is willing to be ordinary. He only asks his father to be kind to his mother and enjoy the blessings of his family.

The wind in the cool night has a stinging force.

He stood on the top of the blue cloud platform on a cold night.

Waiting for the arrival of master benevolence.

"Long time no see."

Master benevolence's voice is deep and sexy. On such a night, it is like the only cool wind that can comfort people in the dense rain curtain.

Beiming Ye doesn't look back. Looking at the scenery of Qingtai mountain in the dark night, all the dirt is cut by the clear rain.

What remains on earth is clean and clear.

He seems to enjoy this state. His sight is not blocked. In front of him is the cliff under the mountain.

Master benevolence turned and faced the lights of thousands of families. He licked his lips.

"Almsgiver, I drew a lot today."

Beiming Ye closes his eyes, his eyelashes tremble slightly, and gives a gentle grace.

If you shake it at will, it's a signed one. The explanation is that a good marriage is coming.

It's ridiculous.

In the dark night, I heard the sound of a man and a woman's flustered murmur in the nearby Pavilion.

The man didn't seem to think that there was someone behind him and scolded in a low voice.

Soon there was a woman's low cry.

Beiming Ye hears other people's news here and looks at master Ren'ai.

Master benevolence shrugged and said he didn't know why there was a tryst between men and women in Qingtai mountain late at night.

"When are you going to follow me?" The man's voice was tinged with a hint of irritability.

"Childe. Little girl... "The girl's gentle voice was timid and anxious.

"Stop talking. You and I are impossible. You are just a civilian child. I......"

The girl interrupted the man: "I'm not talented. I haven't won the childe's favor. Don't blame me for disturbing the childe for a long time. Since then, all love has stopped at the lips and teeth and hidden in the years. We'll say goodbye to each other in this life. We hope that the childe will improve his body and meet his lover in the future. "

"You..." the man obviously didn't expect that the woman would refuse.

After a while, I remembered the footsteps. The girl cried as she walked. She was a little pitiful.

Men and women in the world are surrounded by love words, more than one or two.

When there was no outsider's voice, master benevolence said, "today, the second childe donated a lot of sesame oil money for Qingyun platform. The master asked me to take a word with the second childe."

Beiming Ye turns back.

Behind him is the center of the hall. A Buddha statue is facing him at the moment.

The stairs continued the night, and the sky was dark.

In front of the treasure hall, there is a huge incense tripod with incense burners on both sides. Smoke curls like fog and clouds.

He looked up and said, "I'd like to hear it in detail."

The benevolent master pursed his lips and looked at him straight: "there is no law, not from karma."

Beiming Ye nods and strides towards the hall. He finds a futon in the middle and sits down.

The distant bell sounded from a distance, stirring people's hearts.

Late at night, the room was quiet, and the man's tea tea colored eyes were full of humility and awe of the Buddha.

His eyebrows were relaxed and he was free to read the Scriptures.

"I'll draw another lot, master, and I'll solve it."

The master of benevolence shook his head: "Buddhism talks about fate, saying that everything starts with the word fate and ends with the word fate. Because it is fate, the fruit is fate, so there is no inevitable cause and no inevitable country. They all start from the change of fate, and the origin has no previous phase. Everything is changing, and everything is bound to change. The autographs drawn by the childe in the daytime are fate. They all come from fate. In terms of everything, if you think he is fate, if you don't, he is still fate. "

Beiming Ye is silent.

can 't help laughing.

"It's my obsession."

Master benevolence shook his head and whispered, "it doesn't hurt."

Walking along the ancient apricot tree, holding an oil paper fan, Beiming Ye's eyes collide with the ghost elbow.

Ghost elbow passed by the corridor and attached himself to Beiming ye: "second childe, something's wrong."

Phoenix is very close to the imperial capital.

Beiming Ye plans to kill Beiming Xi before he reaches the imperial capital.

He just put forward an idea. Ghost elbow and Lin Jiayang naturally took pains to think about countermeasures.

Sent waves of killers to assassinate beimingxi, but didn't expect that the other party was not only fine, but possessed.

It's just to be possessed by the devil. Princess Fengming Yunlu is so obsessed with him.

Beiming ye, who doesn't want to see this scene, acquiesces that Lin Jiayang really sets a stumbling block for Helian Yunlu and delays her progress.

Kidnap Mei nuan'er, let he lianyunlu lose his skills, and let the other party understand that there is no good end to cooperating with Beiming tin.

Ghost elbow didn't expect that Beiming Ye was angry today as if he had eaten explosives.

Because those Jianghu people have a different heart and want to spoil Princess Wenyang.

"Not just kidnapping?" Beiming Ye looks at Lin Jiayang, who is half kneeling on his knees. His right hand sticks to the tea cup, braving the hot water mist, which makes his eyes dark and unpredictable: "how did even the local snakes in Phoenix scare in the end?"

Think of the woman who cried about her son's short life in Qingyun platform today.

Beiming Ye glances at Lin Jiayang, and his eyes become more and more bad.

The ghost elbow took a few steps aside. Before the layout, the master did say not to hurt the innocent and kidnap Princess Wenyang as a tool, but who thought that people in the Jianghu would change their mind and even thought of insulting women.

Not only ready to insult the princess of warm yang in southern Xinjiang.

He even startled the Li Ye on the road.

This is something no one wants to see.

But ghost elbow also understands that now Beiming ye needs Lin Jiayang's explanation. Looking at Lin Jiayang's unrepentant appearance, ghost elbow actively explains.

"Maybe Princess Wenyang is too beautiful to treat people for a while, so..."

Beiming Ye glances sideways at him, "did the temple ask you? You'd better not talk nonsense when I'm angry. "

"..." ghost elbow, "!"

It's over. It's blackened. The second childe hasn't been so angry for a long time.

It seems that Princess Wenyang has made the second childe angry.

He doesn't want to blame himself for Beiming Ye's anger. The ghost's elbow purses his lips and doesn't defend Lin Jiayang anymore.

Lin Jiayang was half kneeling and restrained his look. "Second childe, those who achieve great things are not limited to small things. Now that you've done it, you have to take all the risks. What's more, isn't Princess Wenyang unharmed? "

Beiming Ye smashes the cup, the hot water hits Lin Jiayang, and several pieces of tea flow down Lin Jiayang.

The man's scalded body trembled, but his kneeling posture did not change.

"If she is injured, how can you talk to this temple on your knees now?"

Beiming Ye's cold eyes force Lin Jiayang's retorts back.

"Don't worry, young master. I've erased all traces. No one can find evidence to prove that you did it."