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After a few days, the wind and snow gradually stopped.
A team of almsgiving appeared on the street. They were dressed in brown monk robes, and their bodies were gentle and peaceful. The commotion of the crowd became strangely quiet.
After Daqing overthrew the Xiao Dynasty, it became the leader of the leader. Many small countries depended on it for their survival, and there was a faint look of all nations coming to court. One of the reasons for this is that Yan Guogong, as the magic needle of Dinghai, determined the government, controlled foreign enemies, and strategized, his iron and blood skills made people shudder.
Once upon a time, there was a powerful country that relied on its military strength. When Daqing founded the country, it killed the Daqing envoys who went to invite them to watch the ceremony. During the most important event of worshiping heaven when the new emperor ascended the throne, the box of human heads was sent to the Duke of Yan with malicious intentions. hand.
Before the new emperor was furious, Duke Yan pleaded lightly, saying that the most important animal was missing from the sacrifice.
The sacrifice to heaven was postponed for a full month.
The Duke of Yan has done the ideological work of the neighboring country, so that powerful country has become a turtle in the urn, boiled alive, the royal relatives have no resistance, and they are slaughtered by him like pigs and sheep. The dragon that symbolizes the supreme imperial power The seat is full of blood.
From then on, no one questioned Daqing's co-ownership. Even if they had opinions, they had to hold them in their guts, for fear that they would become the next lamb to be slaughtered.
Daqing's military force is chilling, but on the other hand, their spiritual penetration is also very strong.
Just because the Central White Horse Temple guarding the capital is known far and wide as the first holy place of Buddhism.
It has gone through thousands of years, dressed in the splendid costumes of the prosperous age, and also made up the ashes of the declining dynasty. Today, it is still fragrant, and its believers are all over the vast kingdom of the world. The envoys who came from afar did not go to meet the king first, but kowtowed in front of the White Horse Temple and made a pious pilgrimage.
Not to mention ordinary people, even princes and generals who have been famous for a while have an extremely solemn attitude towards the White Horse Temple.
In the eyes of fanatical believers, the White Horse Temple is extraordinary and free from vulgarity, it saves all living beings, and even surpasses the imperial power at a special time.
The supernatural White Horse Temple is like a rootless green lotus growing in still water under the seat of the Buddha. Shi Jingcheng, the great virtue in red cassock, aroused speculation about the movements of all parties.
The monks ignored the outside discussion, and focused on giving in places where refugees gathered, cooking porridge, decocting medicine, and distributing winter reserves. Provide a way of survival with cause and effect, instead of supporting yourself by stealing and hurting others.
Under the sound of Bodhi Buddha, the anger of the people aroused by Li Chaoyun's poems gradually calmed down.
Those refugees who took advantage of the chaos and acted evil everywhere became the targets of verbal criticism, or were caught by the government and went to jail, and those who escaped by chance faced the contemptuous eyes and exclusion of others.
In just seven days, the charity of the White Horse Temple caused a sensation in the capital, from traffickers to nobles, some people spontaneously joined the donation team, the bigger and stronger it became, and it gathered into an endless torrent.
Those who have a little money set up a small porridge stall at the door of their house, and the neighbors help each other.
The rich and powerful, with a swipe of a pen, sent a steady stream of supplies to the back alleys.
Under Jing Cheng's auspices, this donation did not turn into a mere "charity". He thought very carefully and divided the refugees into small teams, and divided them by region and individual ability. He asked the imperial court for orders, and a group of professionals were quickly dispatched from above. Under their leadership, road construction, iron smelting, well digging, military uniform tailoring, winter water conservancy repairs, etc. were all done in full swing, and everywhere was full of enthusiasm. With vitality.
This fresh look has never been seen before, and the historians were horrified by it. When they wrote, they praised Jing Cheng so much that there is nothing in the sky and the earth, and they almost said that he had a huge halo on his forehead. When the light shines on the human world, everywhere is the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
So this year's winter is also called Buddha's descent.
The proportion of people who died of freezing and starvation in Yunjing fell to the lowest in previous years.
In the warm pavilion, Lin Lang hugged the stove and listened to the servant's report.
The servant's tone was full of reverence and admiration for that great virtuous man, Lin Lang suspected that this kid's mood would sublimate, and he would follow his idol into Buddhism.
The Duke's Mansion has also invested a lot of manpower and financial resources in charitable deeds. Unlike other wives, she wants to gain a good reputation for her husband's high career, so naturally she doesn't have to show her face in the ice and snow to give alms.
It's leisurely on her side, but Li Chaoyun's situation is not very good.
Who would have thought that Baima Temple, who advocated birth, would suddenly make a move
Now there are already some unfavorable remarks directed at Li Chaoyun, saying that she has a deep city, and her schemes are not small, inciting people's hearts to put pressure on the court. After Jing Cheng came forward, her previous behavior was quickly defined as "bewitching words to confuse the public", and she was pushed to the cusp of a situation similar to that of Li's father.
Those poor students who followed her and cheered were also targeted by the court, and some of them went too far, and the people above got impatient, and directly canceled his reference qualifications for the next spring.
As soon as the mallet hit, they finally woke up, and then there was endless panic.
Li Chaoyun was annoyed by their questioning about the future, so he closed the door to thank the guests.
The matter was out of her control, Li Chaoyun is not someone who just sits and waits to die, and immediately set off to the White Horse Temple, determined to meet the great virtuous man and have a good discussion with him.
It is said that Buddha saves sentient beings, but he became the chief culprit who caused her misery!
Sure enough, Jing Cheng was lecturing scriptures and Taoism in the side hall, dressed in cassock, with a dignified treasure appearance, awe-inspiring and inviolable. The crowd of believers surrounded him, making him more and more elegant, unlike a mortal.
Li Chaoyun faintly felt that this person was different, and she couldn't tell what was the difference.
She didn't talk to Jing Cheng.
Because the great virtuous man finished his lecture, the believers still refused to leave, Jing Cheng was not in a hurry, and patiently talked with them, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
Li Chaoyun stood for a full hour, and before she could squeeze in front of Jing Cheng, there were several black shoe prints on her embroidered shoes, which made her angry for no reason.
She lost all patience, left the White Horse Temple, asked the servant to run errands for her, and delivered a letter to the entourage of the Prince of the Duke's Mansion.
Among the princes of the aristocratic families she has been with, Yan Zhaolie is the most important, and his father is Yan Guogong, who is under one person and above ten thousand, an important minister who controls the lifeline of the court.
She urgently needs to clear up the misunderstanding of her from the outside world, and Yan Zhaolie is a good person who can turn the situation around for her.
The meeting place was about to be in a clean tea house.
Li Chaoyun dressed up for a rare occasion, and chose the red dress embroidered with golden begonias at the bottom of the box. She knows that men are visual animals, and sometimes he will think you are dull after being immortal for too long. She does that kind of thing if she wants to, either without makeup, or with makeup, she will be so stunning that she can't recover for a few days.
The maids praised her again and again, saying that the second young lady was like a fairy descending to earth.
Li Chaoyun smiled gently, was helped out of the carriage, and walked into the teahouse calmly. The box had already been booked, she pushed back the maid, straightened the folds of her dress, and walked in with her chest out.
Yan Zhaolie's legs were slightly apart, and he was sitting in a relaxed posture, playing with a white jade celadon teacup with his slender fingers. The paper window was opened a line, and the bright light reflected by the accumulated snow was reflected in his narrow and long eyebrows.
Suddenly her heart beat faster.
Yan Zhaolie raised his eyelids and looked at the person who walked in.
The woman slowly took off her skirt, and showed him a spring-like smile.
Shizi's eyes swept over her gorgeous pomegranate dress, and most of his attention was on his face.
This similar outline easily reminded him of her.
That person was caught by him in the Buddhist temple not long ago.
Yan Zhaolie's eyes showed a hint of ecstasy.
What Li Chaoyun said, Yan Zhaolie didn't listen too carefully, he was a little careless.
The girl's voice is like soft and rippling water waves, which can easily attract people's attention, but he is always distracted, thinking of the weeping low panting of the person under the plum tree in Baima Temple, gorgeous, hoarse, like a gorgeous brocade. The mournful cry of the silk being torn suddenly.
It made him hard all at once.
It seemed that some ferocious beast woke up in the deep darkness.
The conversation stopped short of a cup of tea.
Because Shizi glanced down inadvertently, he found a familiar figure in the crowd.
The other party had obviously seen him too, and there was panic in his dark eyes.
The feet that were about to step into the teahouse were immediately taken back, and under the surprised eyes of the maids, they got on the carriage and went back to the house, as if they had encountered some scourge in broad daylight.
Yan Zhaolie smiled slightly.
"Zhao Lie, help me, I did it out of kindness, I never thought that things would—"
Li Chaoyun tried to get him to say a few good words in front of Yan Guogong to quell the unfriendly rumors about her.
"Okay, I see."
Unprecedented, he interrupted her abruptly, and casually hung the thick sable cloak on his shoulders, Shi Shiran stood up, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."
Li Chaoyun stared blankly at the opened door, and a strong cold light poured in, making her shiver.
After returning home, Yan Zhaolie met Steward Shen, the two had a chat, and he also got the information that there was a shortage of pens, inks, papers and inkstones in Duke Yan's study and his wife went out to buy them herself.
The son of the world hooked the corner of his mouth in an unclear way.
In the afternoon, Linlang tidied up the four treasures of the study in a small box and let the maidservant hold them, and the two walked to Duke Yan's study.
Yan Guogong's study room is a forbidden area of the entire Duke's mansion, because the files in it are important political affairs submitted from all over the country, and they are the secrets of the operation of a powerful country. It was death on the spot.
One month after her wedding, Lin Lang got this privilege to freely enter the Duke's study.
The little maid was forbidden to stay outside the arched door of the study, and Lin Lang carried the sandalwood inlaid green jade treasure box into her arms. It was not too heavy, mainly because the inkstone added a little weight.
"Squeak!"
She gently pushed open the door, walked around the screen and heavy brocade curtains, and there was a tall and tall figure standing beside the table, so she called her husband tenderly like water.
The man turned around slowly, holding a bamboo book in his hand, looking at her with a smile that was not a smile.
"Compared to the reluctant panting, this husband's voice is much sweeter, so sweet that it can be soaked in honey."
Out of panic, the box on Lin Lang's chest suddenly slipped down, she was in a hurry, she didn't hold on to it, it flipped over on the side of her skirt with a snap, the small jade box was unlocked, and the good inkstone inside rolled out.
A dragon tail inkstone carved with pines and cypresses just rolled to the stepson's feet.
Mrs. Guo's body froze, she didn't know whether to leave wisely, or stay and pick up the inkstone, and be in the same room with this terrible animal that disregarded the principles of ethics.
The other party bent down, and slowly grabbed the inkstone. His hand was as beautiful as carved jade, and the light blue blood vessels were faintly visible on the back of the snow-white hand. The person who saw it unconsciously raised a feeling in his mind. Delicate beauty of slender and fragile.
In fact, the sufferer who was really hugged by his hands knew that under his fragile appearance, he was even more beastly than a beast, and Lin Lang's waist was almost broken by him last time.
"Here, here you are."
He stretched out his hand and spread the inkstone flat in his palm.
There were dozens of steps between the two of them, and he didn't come any further, leaving her a safe space.
Lin Lang vigilantly examined this jackal that suddenly became harmless to humans and animals.
"You don't want it? If you don't want it, I'll throw it away."
There was a sense of laziness in the voice of the son of the world, and in the cold winter air, there was a sleepy voice that can only be seen in spring.
Lin Lang hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward cautiously, while secretly peeping at his face.
Yan Zhaolie impatiently swiped a few times, she was faster, and when there were still a few steps left, Madam leaned over slightly and raised her hand to grab it. As soon as the fingertips touched the smooth surface of the dragon tail inkstone, the wrist was suddenly clasped.
A snake that just woke up from hibernation came up.
"You, what are you doing?"
Shocked and angry, the madam tried her best to shake off her stepson's hand.
"What? Of course it's something interesting."
Yan Zhaolie made a strong palm, and Lin Lang lost his balance, and half pulled and half pulled over. The jade bracelet on his bright wrist collided with the flawless jade pendant on his waist, making a clear and clear sound.
Before Lin Lang could speak, a sneer came from above her head, "Tsk, it's changed to a jade bracelet so soon?"
This sentence can be said to be the most naked mockery, because what Lin Lang wore to the White Horse Temple was a silver bracelet with lotus patterns engraved on it. His eyes were too poisonous, and his words hit the nail on the head, and he immediately suppressed the commotion in his arms.
Yan Zhaolie's black pupils showed satisfaction, he put his fingers together, raised Linlang's chin, and his eyes slowly wandered on his wife. Today she is wearing a laurel green dress with narrow waist and cloud sleeves embroidered with waterfowl wishful patterns. The lapel is inlaid with light green gauze pleats, which looks like misty clouds when walking, which is absolutely beautiful.
"It's a loss, a real loss."
He said, "Based on his mother's extraordinary beauty, Zhao Lie's previous business was too bad."
Hearing her stepson's words, Lin Lang showed a look of humiliation and helplessness, her eyes were burning with anger, but she had to hold back, and said coldly, "What else are you thinking?"
"I don't want to."
He leaned down, and the tip of his nose almost touched her face, "I see that my mother's complexion is very good today, especially her lips are as bright as pomegranate fire, so alluring, Zhao Lie wants to try something new."
Lin Lang was taken aback, and immediately scolded him, "You despicable villain, you are treacherous!"
The other party's expression remained unchanged, "I don't know if my mother has noticed that when a woman is angry, her face will turn rosy, as if she put on a layer of makeup to confuse people's hearts. Is this an invitation?"
Madam's chest heaved with anger at his shamelessness, and a faint redness appeared at the end of her eyes.
She wanted to maintain the majesty of the princess and mother, but unfortunately her trembling body revealed her fear.
"You're just a brute—"
Yan Zhaolie lowered his eyes, looked at her lips that kept opening and closing, inside were small white waxy teeth, neat and cute, he smelled some kind of fatal breath. So without thinking about it, he bit his two thin, soft lips, plundering the spring water arbitrarily.
"Well, you, you..."
Lin Lang's hands were clamped behind his back with one hand, and the other big palm brushed his hips, and he lifted it up suddenly, and Lin Lang was caught off guard and hit his chest. The woman's cheeks were flushed with shame, and she struggled hard, but her body became unstable and she almost fell backwards.
Yan Zhaolie embraced her waist and invaded and possessed her.
Lin Lang was so dizzy by the kiss, all the air in her lungs was taken away, and the feeling of suffocation and dizziness spread to her brain, squeezed into some kind of vague, sudden tearing pain, and her body convulsed slightly. She had no strength left to struggle, and leaned against the robber's chest very weakly.
Unknowingly, the other party's hand slipped to the back of the neck like a ghost, and penetrated into the collar.
Untied the knot of the bellyband that was wrapped around the thin neck.
Lin Lang seemed to realize something, and wanted to escape in a panic, but the other party didn't give her a chance to escape, and held her down tightly.
He walked wantonly on the warm and delicate skin, and the brows and eyes under the red forehead were stained with a faint green light.
The woman's laurel green coat peeled off from her shoulders.
"Squeak—"
Suddenly, the door of the study was pushed open by a pair of calloused palms.