Chapter 516

After entering the luxurious, small but well-equipped courtyard, Princess Gaoyang not only did not show any joy, but was even more depressed.

Because in such a large house, the courtyard assigned by the second room and the public wealth occupied by the second room are too insignificant.

Fang Xuanling is in a high position. The title of Duke Liang in his hand will be given to Princess Gaoyang's eldest brother, Fang Yizhi, the eldest son of the Fang family.

According to the inheritance law of the eldest son and his grandchildren, if Fang Xuanling and Fang Yiai separated after his death, she and Fang Yiai could only get 10% of the huge assets in the house.

Now, her son-in-law's house has a legacy of love with her. In this family, she can also enjoy rich clothes, jade and food and the respect of outsiders, all of which are based on the face of their father-in-law Fang Xuanling.

She also knows that her husband is a lot dull in literary talent and has no achievements in official position. If he loses the protection of the government, in the end, even according to her Princess, he will be crushed into the mud among the top dignitaries of the Tang Dynasty.

I don't know how many rich and powerful families fell down like this and finally disappeared into the top circle?

Therefore, it's strange that Princess Gaoyang is in a good mood at this time.

This person wants to be quiet and calm down, but someone just makes her restless.

No, her dull man came back in a bad time.

Before the man stood still, the voice followed him first.

"You didn't go to any temple with the Emperor today. Why did you come back so early?"

Hearing Fang Yiai's question, Princess Gaoyang only turned her white eyes and went back unhappily: "what? But she came back early and hindered your eyes?"

"Did you delay your intimacy with the Wang beauty in the side yard or the Wu waitress in the backyard?"

Hearing what the princess said, the house's love did not have a sense of shame. On the contrary, he touched his head and gathered the whole body together.

He pouted up his pig's mouth and arched it towards Gao Yang's face: "those mediocre fat and vulgar powder, where is the amazing charm of the princess."

"Lady princess, aren't you jealous?"

"You picked out these beauties for your husband. Why, now you know you regret it? You have to deal with your husband with Princess Tang's lion roar skill?"

Seeing that Fang Yiai is such a pig, Princess Gaoyang's heart is just a burst of boredom.

How did her father find such a son-in-law for her, which made her a laughing stock of Chang'an.

Thinking of this, Princess Gaoyang directly pushed Fang Yiai's face away and refused: "go, don't interrupt. Tell me why you came back so early."

As soon as the house's last love saw that he had not done a good job in changing the topic, he rubbed his hands and said, "I thought the princess wouldn't come back so early, so I wanted to go home and get some small money."

Hearing this, Gao Yang smiled angrily: "what do you take? You are Shun and steal!"

"Why? I've wasted all my monthly money and put my idea on my dowry?"

"Fang Yiai, Fang Yiai, you really have great skills."

"I stole your daughter-in-law's dowry and provided you with food and drink. Do you still have the backbone to be a man?"

Looking at the tall willow eyebrow straight tree in front of him, apricot eyes were wide open, and Lu Jin, the last love of the house, followed up.

He yelled at Princess Gaoyang: "what can I do? Now I'm just a casual attendant, although with the emperor's expedition, Korea has been granted a right general."

"But do you think I can master military power?"

"I don't think you are a favorite princess. Otherwise, there are many high-ranking princes in the son-in-law. Why am I idle now?"

"If I didn't take some money from you, where would my salary be enough to eat wine and play with my brothers?"

"It's not that you don't know. What's the cost in public? You spend more than I do on weekdays!"

Then he put out his hand in front of Princess Gaoyang and said, "give me the money, I'm going to eat wine!"

Hearing this, Gao Yang poked the stone head of Fang's love with his fingers, but inadvertently pulled her split nails, which made her cry with pain.

And the fool had a little conscience and muttered, "don't say my head is too hard. Are you all right, madam?"

Seeing the simplicity of Fang Yiai, Gao Yang was also very helpless. She hated iron and steel and said to her husband, "if you are really promising, you might as well think about how to please your father at home."

"If you let jiaweng know that you are a good person, plus my princess identity, he knows who can carry forward the house."

"My father is in poor health recently. You should seize the opportunity."

But after hearing Gaoyang's meaningful words, Fang Yiai shook his head with an ugly face and discouraged his wife's words: "don't think about it. There is only big brother in my father's heart. Where can he see me?"

"I... I still don't want to offend him in front of him. Oh, don't say it. I've delayed such efforts. I'm going to play wine and eat. Give me the money!"

With such an outstretched hand of a PU fan, Gao Yang's fist was held angrily, but it finally dispersed.

She winked at the waitress around her. A roll of twelve gold ingots was sent to Fang Yiai. Before she asked to save money, Fang Yiai, who took advantage of it, turned around and ran away.

It was like a monster chasing after him, for fear that Gao Yang would call him and return the money.

……

Her son-in-law is so promising.

Gao Yang sighed and looked up at the setting sun. He didn't even have the mind to eat.

On the contrary, after thinking for a while, he made an astonishing decision towards the servant behind him: "send me an order and drive to Puguang temple."

The maid who knew her mind well on one side only changed her expression for a moment, which means she didn't hear anything and went to prepare the princess's clothes very calmly.

As for the little monk in Puguang Temple who has just been favored by his majesty?

No matter how valuable his identity is, can he be more valuable than the princess?

Follow Gao Yang's orders... It's always right.

A group of people who had just left the temple returned to the temple gate of Puguang temple again, which surprised the master daoyue who got the news.

But I don't know why the princess came back?

Gu Zheng, who had already closed himself in the Sutra Pavilion, knew nothing about the princess's behavior. He just wanted to translate these 20 volumes of scriptures and classics that should have appeared a few years later.

It's not just the great Bodhisattva Sutra, because according to the comparison of Buddhist classics in the previous n worlds of Gu Zheng, if we look at the current Buddhist classics of the Tang Dynasty, there is still a slight gap in the translated version.

Therefore, there are about 12 volumes of biography of the western regions, Buddha mantra, six door god mantra and other supplementary scriptures that need to be supplemented later, and a total of about 80 volumes are made up.

If the debate monk sorted out all these before master Xuan Zang began compiling the records of the western regions of the Tang Dynasty, he would leave a strong mark in the whole history of Buddhism.

I just don't know. How did master Xuanzang feel after seeing these scriptures?

Do Heroes think alike, or do they look like flowers in the fog?

This is not what Gu Zheng should care about.

Time always flies for those who devote themselves to work. When the light in the Sutra Pavilion is too quiet to write, they look up at Gu Zheng outside the window and find that because of his concentration, they may have missed the unified meal time in the temple.

I don't know if I can open a small stove for him in the back kitchen.

The elder martial brothers of Puguang Temple treated him like fragile porcelain one by one. If they knew that he didn't eat, would it be all right?

Thinking of Gu Zheng here, he felt bald, put his pen on the shelf on the desk, sorted out his appearance, and stepped out to the outer door of the book Pavilion.

Along the corridor of the Sutra Pavilion and the path in the forest, you will come to the most smoky back kitchen in the whole temple.

Among them, the white cooking smoke from the roof and Gu Zheng in the way are finally relieved.

Fortunately, the kitchen is open.

Gu Zheng, who rarely had the spirit of a young man, didn't care about the image of an eminent monk when there was no one. He ran to the back kitchen three steps and two steps, put his head out and smiled at a group of fire monks who were busy in the kitchen.

Before he could say more, the fattest of them greeted the nominal senior brother very well.

"Elder martial brother Bian Ji, did you miss the meal order because of revising the classics?"

"Come here quickly. Our martial brothers have left your share."

After hearing the crowd's greeting, Gu Zheng's heart was warm.

Buddhists pay attention to the equality of all living beings and let the monks in Puguang Temple eat in a canteen.

If a monk goes late for a while, the monks who are close to him will use their lunch boxes and keep his meals.

But everyone didn't treat Gu Zheng like this.

This is not the bottom of the bucket left by everyone, nor is it an overnight meal that has been cold and hard for a long time.

But the hot rice that was carefully buckled on the fence by the masters of the back kitchen.

Who makes the appearance of the debater superb, and what position monks he sees are all expressions. Whether he is familiar or not, he is a simple smile that is harmless to people and animals.

Don't say the monk can't see through the skin, just like the debate machine?

The gods can't see through.