Chapter 314

The forest is quiet and wakes up.

The whole person seems to be in a sloshing.

When she first opened her eyes, she heard the voice above her head saying, "are you awake?"

The voice was familiar to her.

Yan zhaolie, with one hand on the carved table, lazily supported half of his face, and the other on Lin Lang's body, with a thin soft blanket between them. Aware of the abnormal movement on his legs, he lowered his eyelids to look, his eyes clear and indifferent.

When Lin Lang came out, she was dressed as a maid. The color of the hairpin on her head was very poor. The son of a generation thought that it was a nuisance to his eyes, so he simply stripped it off. His thick black hair had no decoration. It was scattered cleanly on his clothes, which made people want to feel it.

Unlike ordinary women of aristocratic families, Lin Lang seldom covers the hair oil with strong fragrance. It feels very refreshing. When she is in a coma, Yan zhaolie has been addicted to many times. Of course, it can't be said.

"How is it you?"

Lin Lang was so shocked that she was about to get up. He didn't stop her, but she supported her thin back when she couldn't hold her body.

"Where is this? Why am I here? And you, how could... " The person who just woke up was obviously very flustered. Almost kneeling, he moved to the window and lifted the curtain to look out.

There are few pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, there are several stalls selling calligraphy and painting under the wind and snow, which is the business of the poor scholars.

Yan zhaolie did not hurry to tidy up his clothes which had been crumpled by her, and then moved his numb legs. Then he said, "this is Xique tower. If you go one more time, you will arrive at the palace. As for why you are here, you have to ask your little monk lover how hard he is to knock you out and send you to my side. "

He said it casually and disagreeably, as if he didn't pay attention to the great virtue at all.

As soon as Lin Lang listened, her rosy face turned pale because of her deep sleep. She suddenly threw herself in front of shiziye, grabbed his skirt with both hands, and repeatedly questioned, "why do you want to knock me out? Why did you come? Where did he go? Where is it now? "

This is the second time, Lin Lang took the initiative to come up.

The first time is in the wedding night, she deliberately seduced, but she was scared by her Meng Lang ran away.

Yan zhaolie has been trapped by this vicious and beautiful stepmother for many times. Although his heart is warm and fragrant, his expression does not fluctuate. He sneers, "that bald donkey is your heart treasure, not mine. Where is your little lover happy? What's your son's business?"

"You --"

the other side was so angry that his chest rose and fell. After a while, he calmed down and bit his teeth and said, "please tell me where he is now."

"That's how you ask for help?" Yan zhaolie's body leaned back lazily, like a drunken jade decadent mountain. He looked at people with a smile in his eyes. There was a long and thin Yanling Dao beside Shizi Ye's knee. The scabbard was red. Lin Lang smelled the smell of rusty prickly nose blood. He didn't know how much blood the knife had drunk, which caused the current evil spirit.

The guys who have killed people are different. It's hard to fool them.

Lin Lang thought about it and knelt down carefully. Her skirt was meandering and moved to shiziye's leg.

Yan zhaolie holds her chest in both hands and looks at the scene coldly.

The other side slowly stretched out his hand, just like a tender green onion. His thin nails, which were neatly cut and covered with peach powder, slipped through Yan zhaolie's sight and pressed them on the back of his right hand.

She pulled, but Yan zhaolie didn't move on purpose.

This action made the woman's eyes grow thick and misty. Yan zhaolie's heart suddenly burst into a living snow-white deer. She unconsciously loosened her hand and pulled her stiff wrist away.

Lin Lang's hands were holding the young son's hand, gently and slowly fell on her cheek.

His hands are bigger than the standard of adult men, and their knuckles are long. So sticking them on a woman's cheek is like half a small face stuck in his generous palms, making him more and more petite and pitiful. Yan zhaolie thought that the newborn weak beast was just like this.

"Lie'er, tell your mother, will you?"

She said in a timid voice, with a faint, shaky ending.

As long as he was fierce, he would cry on the spot.

Just like a little girl who is infatuated and entangled, she is shy and has a handsome lover to hairpin flowers between her temples. Her tone is soft and sweet, and even snorts her nose to act coquettish.

Lin Lang was scolded by the animal, animal, scum, shameless. The first time she heard her call her strong son with this sweet and greasy voice wrapped in sugar and frost, shiziye was caught off guard and fell into the love net specially woven for him. His ear tip was tinged with thin red, and he was very sweet. He unconsciously gave a "um" sound.

When he came back to God, he secretly called himself a coward. He had no future, and his little trick was won over.

But the other party is happy, as if unconscious, let his palm rub on the cheek.

At this time, Yan zhaolie almost can't remember her cruel means of calculating herself. She only thinks that the small poisonous scorpion and python in her eyes are particularly delicate, with a pair of small crescent teeth, and the shallow lying silkworm is really beautiful.Yan zhaolie told chefuller to turn the horse's head and reported another place.

From time to time, Lin Lang lifted the curtain to see, and the ice particles shot into her face. She wiped it with her sleeve and casually asked, "where is this going?"

Shiziye sat cross legged, looked at her, and slowly spit out two words.

"Execution ground."

Lin Lang turned his head and couldn't believe staring at him.

"Shi Jingcheng, as a monk, lures the three princesses in the maiden to be married by giving lectures on scriptures and explaining the Tao. Hearing this, the emperor ordered Shi Jingcheng to return to the secular world immediately and marry the princess Yan zhaolie casually played with the pattern on his sleeve and hung it up regardless of his own affairs. "That monk is a hard bone. He doesn't want to be rich and prosperous. He says Amitabha, he just wants to die and apologize."

"No, the son of heaven will be merciful and complete him."

It is not right to say that it is the will of the emperor. After all, the white fox case in the Buddhist temple was planned by the old fox all along. "It's hard to fly when you die." Yan zhaolie's eyes are sharp and sharp, and she wants to see what her reaction is. If not, the other party's eyes are covered with gray color, as rigid as a walking corpse.

The chill on his brows was even worse.

If the monk does not die, how can he have a foothold?

When the carriage arrived at the execution ground, the wind and snow stopped, and the sunlight was dazzling. There was a black head all around, and the buzzing noise made the eardrum ache. The closer we get to the Dharma hall, the stronger the smell of blood becomes, and the more thick it is, the more disgusting it is.

On the high black copper platform, the 18-year-old emperor sits upright and upright, with a royal crown on his head. Pang's face, which is covered by pearls and jades, is more beautiful than he imagined. His body is always weak all the year round, which makes him lose his blood color all the time. The third princess was sitting on one side, with her apricot face and high breast, a rare beauty.

The third princess is the elder sister of Emperor Wen. However, no one dares to marry her after the golden age. She has a group of male pets in the family, who are seeking pleasure and singing every night. The three princesses have a high vision. She is not ashamed of her own vagabond life. However, the standard of choosing a mate is to have a clean young man with a clean family background and a pure mind and body, as well as accept her little lovers.

The world has always been harsh on women, but the princess lived so wantonly because she had saved the life of emperor Jingwen before. When the courtiers saw that she was greedy for beauty and did not make any other moths, they closed their eyes and connived at the princess's mischievous behavior.

At this time, she was staring at the handsome monk on the execution ground. The more she looked at him, the more he felt that he was extremely noble. A group of men's pets could not match the master's one finger, so she advised and explained, "what's the trouble, master? Is it not much better to be the emperor's son-in-law in this palace than to be alone in the underworld

The Duke of Yan stood with his black cuffs closed, and his breath lurked down. However, whether he was the emperor or a noble princess, he had to observe his look when he spoke.

The third princess had long admired the eminent monk of white horse temple. However, the other side had a special identity. She could not bend her bow. After kicking the hard board several times, she could only walk away. On that day, she heard from the Duke of Yan that Shi Jingcheng was interested in her. Her head was like being hit by a huge surprise. She could not care about her makeup. She picked up her skirt and ran to her brother's bedroom, asking him to make decisions for his marriage.

Under the hint of the Duke of Yan, the three princesses deliberately said that she was taken advantage of by Jingcheng and asked him to take full responsibility. After all, the bigger it gets, the better it will be for her. If he refuses to marry, waiting for him will be a dead end.

However, the monk was really determined to die. He not only refused to marry, but also proposed to die happily.

The third princess was not reconciled. She was as beautiful as a flower and the son of heaven's sister. How could she not make him move his heart?

In the past, the dead prisoners were all kneeling on the execution ground with shackles, prison clothes and dishevelled hair. However, Jingcheng did not. He stood quietly in the red soaked place. His robes and face were still neat, revealing a sense of isolation. It seemed that what he was greeting was not a tragic death, but a happy reincarnation.

In order to win the noble and noble son-in-law, the three princesses wish their tongues could bloom with golden lotus. "Besides, since the master loves the princess and returns to the secular world, why worry about those rules and regulations?"

Mirror Cheng was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Xu is the princess misunderstood, the poor monk to the princess and all want."

Three Princess Leng, immediately said impossible, "your painting is not for me?"

The shark's silk worn by the woman in the painting is a treasure of tribute, which is of great value. Naturally, it is not affordable for ordinary officials. In addition to the Tian family, only a few influential ministers can spare themselves to make a whole set of dresses. Among these important officials, their daughters have long been married to powerful officials in the imperial court, and many of them have given birth to lin'er.

Moreover, according to their age and body shape, the unmarried three princesses are the most suitable objects. So when the Duke of Yan mentioned it, the three princesses decided that they were the peach blossom robberies committed by the master. They were extremely excited.

Who would have thought that the great virtuous monk who abides by the rules is in love with a married woman?

The Duke of Yan raised his eyes and cast his eyes on Jingcheng.

He stopped talking and shook his head.

The third princess felt that she had been insulted, and her face was very long. She was not a patient person at all, but now she was on the spot. She couldn't help sneering and said, "if it wasn't for me, which noble lady would dare to cheat on the truth and have an affair with a monk?"Mirror Cheng frowned, did not care about the princess's temper, only said, "I am willing to be unconventional, and she has nothing to do with it."

The third princess said bitterly, "the one who can make the master infatuated, and who has to be excused at the end of his life, must be a wonderful beauty. I don't know who has the honor? This palace wants to see and see! "

Unexpectedly, Jingcheng didn't refute. Instead, she said softly, "if I can, I want all the people in the world to know that she is the only woman I love deeply in this life. But I put on my cassock, how dare I love her openly and honestly before this unbreakable shackle? "

"I'm not afraid of death, and it doesn't matter to me what kind of name I'll be called after death. But she is different. She is still young and still wants to walk in this world. If I say her name and teach the world what I mean, I can only be happy for a while. At that time, she will bear countless rumors. "

Mirror Cheng closed under the slender eyelashes, overflow a faint sigh.

"Therefore, the Buddha said," you can't say it. "

It can't be said, can't say, can't say, is his last protection to her.

So do not buy, the three princesses hate to frown.

Then, in full view of the public, the Buddhist monk who said that the Buddha can't be said made an amazing and extremely confused action.

He reached out and stroked his bare forehead.

It was rare again. I touched it twice.

It looks a little funny.

And Jing Cheng's expression is calm to the extreme, slowly put down the arm, look obscure, and with a light relief.

That's good.

It's good, too.

I can't keep my hair long.

In this world where mountains and rivers are far away and rivers are hard to be leveled, the benefactor must always be left alone.

After I leave, you don't have to hold your arms. Buddhism has its own verse, which means that one lives in a bad void, and one's life is short and long. There is no need to search hard. The benefactor should only have made a ridiculous dream.

After waking up, in the cool, covered with acacia trees in the moonlight, and then find someone to replace me.

Good will you, gentle pity into the bosom.