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Lin Lang's newly married life was very nourishing, like honey mixed with oil.
It has been more than five months since she married into the Duke's mansion. From June to November, the servants in the mansion have changed from being careless at the beginning to being respectful now. The mistress is considerate in handling things, she uses both kindness and power, and gathers people's hearts neatly, not daring to make half a mistake.
Now Lin Lang is in charge of the internal and external affairs of the Duke's mansion, and if he can't solve it, he can go to Duke Yan to discuss it. Women can be capable, but they can't be too smart. Occasionally look at the opportunity to worship men and let them know how important they are in the family.
Once a man takes his heart, it's hard to let go.
"Ma'am, it's snowing, let's go back, so as not to catch a cold." A serving girl said.
Lin Lang gathered the scrolls together and looked outside the gazebo, fine snow flakes were falling down one after another.
"Then go back."
She stood up, and immediately someone put a thick cloak on her, and handed over a warm stove, letting Lin Lang walk away with her arms around her.
When passing through a winding corridor, Lin Lang met Yan Zhaolie who also came back from the snow.
It can be said that the enemy's road is narrow.
When the two parties met, the servants looked at each other, not knowing who should let go first.
The results of the five-month "hell training camp" came out. Yan Zhaolie raised his eyelids, and a cold light flashed, but he restrained himself and said to his subordinates, "What are you doing in a daze? Do not hurry to avoid it?"
The followers who obeyed the order immediately lined up.
"Mom, let's go first, it's cold outside, don't catch cold." Yan Zhaolie said calmly.
Lin Lang didn't try to figure out how much hypocrisy there was in his words, she nodded and took him away.
When passing by, Yan Zhaolie glanced to the side.
The lady's waist is slender, not enough to grasp, looming in the cloak.
A few days later, Mrs. Li came to visit.
It also brought a piece of interesting news to Lin Lang.
The heroine made a move.
Linlang has always known about Li Chaoyun's ambitions. She has the same goal as the original Li Linlang, and they are all aiming for the position of queen, but Li Chaoyun hides it better and deeper. In the eyes of others, she is indifferent to fame and fortune. Treat money like dung.
What she did this time was a major event that shocked the government and the public.
Li Chaoyun wants to pardon the world.
Generally speaking, the power to pardon the world is usually in the hands of the king, and in the name of grace, the prisoner is pardoned. The emperor ascended the throne, changed the year name, established a queen, established a prince, etc., may all amnesty the world. In special cases, there are rare natural disasters.
From here, we can see how terrible the halo of the heroine is. In the Daqing Dynasty, when women could not discuss politics, Li Chaoyun successfully promoted the amnesty as a woman, and won countless praises and gratitude, paving the way for her benevolent empress. A layer of shimmering gold.
But Li Shi didn't think so deeply, she only had one thought about the concubine's shocking behavior——
She is crazy!
"She is really crazy! Since I have been housekeeper, I have neither shortened her clothes nor lost her abalone and bird's nest. Does she have such a big heart that she still wants to be treated like a prostitute? What enmity does the Li family have against her? What's the blame? She wants to harm your father's career like this?" Mrs. Li was furious, and her jade bracelet slapped the table.
Even the little parrot was aware of the anger of Mrs. Yong Rong, and shrank its head, not daring to make a sound.
"Mother, don't worry, have a sip of tea and speak slowly." Lin Lang looked relaxed.
After being comforted by her daughter, Mrs. Li finally calmed down, "Mother doesn't want to be in a hurry, but she, with a wolfish heart, pushed your father to the forefront! Your father came back and said that those colleagues stared at him every day, trying to catch his fault , fortunately there is an adult here, otherwise your father will be stripped of a layer of blood by those cannibals!"
Lin Lang listened to Li talking about the whole matter intermittently, and sorted it out a little.
The general idea is that the heroine Li Chaoyun went out early one morning and saw a dead person on the side of the road, half of the body buried in heavy snow. She was very angry and felt that the law of heaven was unfair, so she wrote a shocking article about "the wine and meat of Zhumen stinks, and the road is frozen to death". When the poems of the world came out, they were circulated frantically in teahouses and restaurants, attracting a large number of poor students.
With the help of people with good intentions, the matter became more and more fermented. Some officials were thrown rotten eggs and rotten leaves for no reason while walking on the road.
The officials had no choice but to place the debt on Li's father.
Lin Lang remembered that when this matter developed to the end, Li Chaoyun became a representative of the poor folk. The poems and articles she wrote were heard in the sky, and she won the appreciation and love of Emperor Jingwen with her unyielding demeanor. Regardless of the courtiers' obstruction, After being directly hired as an empress, and at the same time amnesty to the world, Li Chaoyun started the life of a legendary queen from then on.
"Mother, don't worry, I will mention this matter to adults, and father will be fine."
Lin Lang reassured her again and again, but Li went back anxiously.
"When the lord comes back, let him come to my place." Lin Lang ordered the maid.
Duke Yan came back late at night. He wanted to go to the study, but when he heard the maid said that his wife was busy, he naturally turned a corner.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
He steps in.
"Without my husband, Lin Lang can't sleep."
The wife's face became more and more beautiful in the candlelight.
Yan Guogong smiled, "Don't you want a stove to warm your hands and feet?"
Lin Lang glared at him, "My husband, don't you know what it means to see through but not tell through?"
"Yes, yes, pay attention next time for my husband."
He stepped forward and squeezed his wife's palm. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Lin Lang say, "Why did my husband come back so late today?"
"Something happened on the way and I was delayed." Yan Guogong avoided the serious and ignored it.
"Is it because of my concubine sister?"
Yan Guogong looked at her with dark eyes.
"It seems that your husband appreciates her very much."
Lin Lang unhurriedly picked up the fallen brocade cloak.
Duke Yan frowned slightly, his wife's words were somewhat cold.
The young wife picked up a pair of slender scissors to fiddle with the candlelight, with a graceful and quiet posture.
"Why did Madam say that?" Yan Guogong asked.
"If you don't appreciate her, with your husband's prestige and status in the court, how can the matter be delayed until today and cannot be resolved? Don't say that your husband is afraid of that group of sour scholars, a woman who depends on a family to survive?" Useless The candle wick was gently cut off by the hostess, so the room was a little brighter. "I've heard about Husband's Thunder method after I got married. Why are you hesitating recently?"
Her body is slightly sideways, and the silhouette reflected on the ground is slender and graceful.
"lady-"
"Hush."
Qingluo Xiaofan gently covered Duke Yan's lips, and she said softly, "Husband, you know, the concubine doesn't like to listen to explanations the most, some aftermath will only make the truth more unbearable."
Linlang put down the scissors, and the jade bracelet on her wrist reflected the green luster. She turned her head to look at Lord Yan, "My husband is the sky, the land, and the only place for the concubine. But the concubine I don't know if the concubine is the person in my husband's spring boudoir dream."
She smiled again, "Your husband can listen to these words if you want to hear them. If you don't want to listen, it's just that the concubine is confused and has made a few more complaints. You don't have to take it to your heart. The snow will stop tonight, my husband When dealing with official documents, remember to add a few more clothes, if I am tired, I will go to bed first."
After finishing speaking, he bowed his body, opened the gauze curtain and went to the inner room.
Duke Yan stood there for a while, his expression darkened.
"Ma'am, don't think too much."
Lin Lang heard it, but didn't reply.
The next day, she asked someone to prepare a carriage and went to the first holy place of Buddhism, White Horse Temple.
When Duke Yan heard Steward Shen's report, the handwriting of Dragon Snake Wandered slightly paused.
Lin Lang wore a scorpion, and after dismissing the servants, she walked towards a courtyard gracefully and gracefully.
"Shushasha—"
A young monk in a black hat sweeps snow in the courtyard. He heard the sound of snow and mud collapsing not far away, so he looked up, and this time, he froze on the spot.
"Master, Lin Lang is polite."
The female voice is soft and slow, flowing over the ears like spring water.
The monk with red sand dotted between his brows regained his composure, performed a Buddhist ceremony towards the person, and then entered the house with a broom. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word to her.
It was as indifferent as ice in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and all the bones melted into snow.
As the youngest scripture translator at Baima Temple, Jing Cheng's handsomeness has been recognized by thousands of believers nodding. What is especially rare is that he became famous at a young age, but he has no impetuous problems on his body. sentient beings.
At the same time, this young great virtuous man is also known for his good temper, which made the old monks who have been in Buddhism for decades feel ashamed.
No one has ever seen Jing Cheng's indifferent side.
If so, believers thought, they must have misread it.
Lin Lang was sure that she was not mistaken.
The handsome monk's attitude towards her was outrageously cold, as if the shyness of being molested by her before was an illusion in her memory.
"Why is Master so indifferent to Lin Lang?"
Lin Lang asked, she was so pitiful, and even tugged at the corner of his clothes.
Jing Cheng stretched his legs to step up the stairs, but when she pulled her, he paused unnaturally. He didn't turn his head back, and looked directly at the painted little Buddha with a golden body that had faded away in the room for a long time.
"Since the benefactor is married as a woman, please be cautious in your words and deeds. The poor monk is a monk and has no experience in the world. If your words and deeds are alienated and inappropriate, the benefactor will take more care of you."
There was no fluctuation in his tone, it was terrifyingly calm.
"So Master intends to forget everything about that day?"
Jing Cheng's face was indifferent, "All promising dharmas are like dreams and bubbles. The poor monk has long forgotten the past, so don't worry about it too much."
"But what if someone can't forget?"
The silver-red phoenix-tailed skirt was winding in the snow, she lightly raised her hand, and put a silver bracelet engraved with lotus patterns on her slender wrist bones. When the lotus blooms in front of the Buddha, it is bright and untainted by the fine dust. However, when it fell into the fireworks in the world and touched the woman's soft skin, it was stained with watery feelings.
It's like a Zen machine that is about to be broken.
Jing Cheng closed his eyes.
Despair gradually surged in my heart.
He told himself that he could not fall.
Otherwise wait for his—
It is beyond redemption.
It was gone.
"Master, do you know what Lin Lang was thinking while sitting in the wedding room on that noisy night?" The woman's delicate fingertips brushed the young Dade's cheek, and finally gently and gently stroked the cinnabar between his brows.
"I was thinking, if the master came in a red dress, he must be elegant and unparalleled in the world."
Her eyes are like a fine net, woven with white snow, woven with cold wind, but also woven with soft and warm affection.
Lin Lang slowly withdrew her hand again, and took half a step back.
Maintained a restrained to chilling distance.
"Master, I'm interrupting you today."
"Lin Lang will never come again."
She didn't hold an umbrella, and stood among the broken jade, as delicate as a lotus flower in full bloom. She clasped her hands together and made the most regular and polite Buddha ceremony, with her skirt slightly raised and her body leaning forward slowly.
"May the master reach the other shore as soon as possible, and save all beings from suffering—"
The end sound is not dissipated in the cold air, but artificial, swallowed in the hot lips.
Lin Lang's eyes widened.
The most gentle, polite, and upright Buddhist eminent monk broke his most unbreakable lust ring.
Before Lin Lang could react, she was pressed into his arms and frantically asked for kisses. Everything seemed to be spinning and she was fascinated. Sucking and lingering, she couldn't breathe at all.
The sweet fishy smell permeates the pure and flawless Buddha body.
With a snap, Lin Lang who was immersed in the kiss was awakened.
At some point, she was dragged into the room, and the sound just now was the wooden door being closed by a pair of big palms. As for her, a lean and powerful body pressed tightly against her waist in an absolutely powerful posture, and the opponent's long legs were squeezed between her knees, there was no escape, and her back was a board covered with frost and snow.
The back is cold, but the front is as hot as a magma burst.
"Axiu."
Amidst the messy panting, a very clear and gentle voice sounded.
"What?"
"Call me Axiu."
His Dharma name is Shi Jingcheng, except for his master, no one knows that he had a nickname of Axiu before he became a monk.
After he got older and famous all over the world, the master stopped calling him by his common name from occasional to now.
He thought that in his lifetime, this name would be locked in the supreme pagoda, slowly covered with dust, until finally, he forgot what his original name was.
"Axiu, call me Axiu." Jing Cheng said in a low voice, inexplicably imploring.
"Axiu—"
After this sound, the beast was completely out of the box.
Lin Lang's whole body trembled after being rubbed by him, like a young peach swaying in the wind.
Jing Cheng licked the blood from his lips, and the red mole between his eyebrows was no longer a faint mark, but instead, it was seductively gorgeous and strangely gorgeous.
At this moment, he is no longer the son of Buddha who is highly respected and worshiped by all living beings in the Brahma bell.
It was a handsome monk who was bewitched and fell into the abyss of evil.
The closed phrase has been broken.
Not bad body has been destroyed.
then...
Let this monstrous red lotus karmic fire burn more thoroughly.
Lin Lang was held by him with her slender waist, and she moved all the way around the room. She first bumped into the table and then the chair, and finally her body softened and she collapsed on the window sill.
"Boom—"
A pot of well-raised epiphyllum fell from the window.
"Axiu..."
Before she could speak, her lips were tightly sealed again, terribly numb.
Jing Cheng opened his mouth, his teeth bit off the clothes on her shoulders, and a deep kiss meandered down.
Lin Lang leaned out with half of her body, and the Qionghua on her temples swayed, as if she couldn't fall off.
The style is lazy and flirtatious.
Her eyes were blurred, her cheeks were dyed peach pink, her eyes swayed with Jing Cheng's movements, and slid somewhere at random, only to realize that there was an unexpected visitor in the yard.
The other party was tall and tall, wearing a sable-lined red cloak, black hair tied with a jade crown, sparse and clear, and a pair of narrow and sharp eyes were looking at her coldly.