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Looking at the eyes that looked like deep pools in ancient wells, Yan Zhaolie didn't know why, his palms were slightly sweating, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he couldn't say that vicious name.
Obviously as long as he opens his mouth, the other party will be ruined and die badly.
"You said so, but you found out that some spies appeared around Weifu?"
Duke Yan frowned, and asked again.
Yan Zhaolie lowered his head to look at the little pigs in his arms. They were bright in color and cute. He said, "Old man, you are so powerful. The Duke's mansion is made like an iron barrel. Who has such great ability?" Mix in?"
He still swallowed the familiar syllable that was about to come out, and complained half-truth, "It's just that there are a few people here who I don't like, and they bother me every day. Aren't we going to work together in the future, and we will definitely become closer. What if they look at me again and stab me in the back?"
Duke Yan was not moved by his pitiful appearance, "It's fine if you don't stab others."
Yan Zhaolie raised the corners of his lips triumphantly, "That's true."
The father and son talked for a while, and the prison officer coughed outside.
Obviously something to tell him.
Duke Yan asked Yan Zhaolie to recuperate from his injuries, and gave him a boost in the Jinwei camp, then turned around and lifted the curtain to go out.
He stayed in the barracks for half an hour, intending to return to the Duke's Mansion. Before leaving, Duke Yan went to see his son again, thinking about giving him a few words, think twice before doing anything, and don't fight with others at will.
However, as soon as he entered, he saw a bowl of steaming Laba porridge on the table. Yan Zhaolie didn't move, just stared at the top of the tent absently.
Duke Yan paused slightly.
The son is not close to him, of course there are reasons for the rebellious youth, but it is more because the father is busy with political affairs, and the days of father and son's company are pitifully rare. During the festival, Yan Guogong would only let the housekeeper take his son out to see him, and he never accompanied him.
Maybe it was a middle-aged wife, and Lin Lang softened Duke Yan's cold heart.
He bent down, picked up a stone, and hit Yan Zhaolie on the forehead.
"Don't go too far, old man—"
The other party covered the sore spot and glared.
Yan Guogong patted the dust off his fingers, "Since your butt didn't become a hornet's nest, it must not be too serious. Let's go, take a bath for father today, and take you to the Buddhist meeting."
Yan Zhaolie didn't appreciate it, he wasn't the crying baby who wanted his daddy to hug him when he was a child, he frowned and said lazily, "What's so interesting about a group of bald donkeys giving porridge, don't go."
Duke Yan was aware of his son's tenacious temperament, so he didn't talk nonsense, and said directly, "You must go. Your mother is also at the White Horse Temple. Take this opportunity to apologize to her."
A little pig suddenly rolled down from Yan Zhaolie's palm.
Yan Zhaolie lowered his head like a cover-up, and picked it up again.
After poking the raised pig's nose, he snorted coldly, "What kind of apology? She can't wait to have my skin peeled off, so she won't want to see me!"
These words are all out of anger, which vaguely has a different meaning.
Duke Yan didn't think too much about what happened that day. He had the right to pretend that his son was young and impulsive. He was thinking about putting his son's marriage on the agenda as soon as possible. When he had his own woman and experienced the normal love between a man and a woman, he wouldn't vent his lust on others indiscriminately.
He then laughed, "What are you talking about? Your mother is younger than you, so she can still eat you? You haven't seen each other for a month. After all, you are a family. No matter how angry you are, she will only treat you as a child." Mind, you made a mistake in a muddle. Be more sincere and admit your mistake to her. She is always reasonable and will not embarrass you. "
"Besides, she has the heart to scold you with a face that has lost too much blood?" Yan Guogong rarely teased his son, "Anyway, it's the advantage you got from getting an arrow in the ass, so it's not for nothing."
Yan Zhaolie's phoenix eyes stared hard at his father.
Is there such a thing as adding insult to injury
"There is no carriage here, just bear with it and lie on your stomach." Yan Guogong pointed to the horse's back with the rein.
Yan Zhaolie imagined that posture, his face turned green, "You want me to eat dust?"
"If you want to eat as a father, I won't stop you." Yan Guogong said slowly.
"Old man, you are too unkind. You are avenging your own private revenge! Don't you just want to vent your anger on that charming rouge tiger of yours? Let me tell you, if you abuse your own son like this again, I will follow you!" Cut off... Cough cough cough, stop, I want to go back!"
Shizi's screams were drowned out by billows of dust.
"Call—"
Several ornately decorated carriages stopped in front of the Buddhist temple.
When Lin Lang was helped down, people came out of the carriage one after another, all of them were well-looking wives from aristocratic families, dressed gorgeously and radiantly.
The ladies talked and laughed around Lin Lang, it was very lively.
At the foot of the mountain, there was a lot of voices, rubbing shoulders and heels.
It wasn't until a group of people reached the top of the mountain that they realized that they were insignificant.
The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is the day when the Buddha Sakyamuni became enlightened, also known as the "Dharma Treasure Festival". As a rare Buddhist event, many devout believers climbed the mountain to worship before dawn. Near noon, it was overcrowded, and there were noisy sounds of talking and walking everywhere.
There is a square outside the Buddhist hall. In the center stands a bronze tripod, filled with incense candles for worship. From a distance, it looks like a huge red coral inlaid with countless golden orbs, surrounded by layers of clouds and mists in the heavenly palace.
The square is divided into left and right sides. On one side are people queuing up to receive Laba porridge, and on the other side are people sitting in temporary tents drinking porridge, accompanied by laughing and happy screams. The children walking through the crowd, like little loaches, seem to be playing some fun games.
The young ladies touched their bellies with envy in their eyes, and sighed again. At this time, the elders began to comfort them, saying that the fate of their children could not be rushed, and they would come naturally when they thought about it.
With that said, a group of people moved to the back of the line, queuing up to get the porridge.
In fact, as the mistresses of the aristocratic family, they could have gone to the cool side hall to wait, and then their own monks would offer Laba porridge, but few people would do this. After all, the White Horse Temple is a Buddhist temple that has been standing for thousands of years. The incense is prosperous and continuous, which is equivalent to a miracle in the eyes of believers. They dare not be disrespectful, so they follow behind the team obediently.
Lin Lang was right in front of this group of bejeweled ladies. In front of her were a few young girls who didn't wear lace. They were girls from ordinary families. When they saw a group of rich ladies in gorgeous crowns and beautiful clothes suddenly came, they all voted curiously. Envious eyes.
Soon, their attention was drawn to the front.
"My God, it turned out to be Master Shi Jingcheng!"
"Shi Jingcheng? Is that the youngest and most beautiful scripture translator?"
"I met him with my father. Master Jingcheng was merciful and saved many people!"
The crowd visibly became agitated, and some people couldn't wait to lean over to see it.
Lin Lang also looked up.
Unbiased, he happened to meet a pair of clean and clear eyes.
The glazed tiles with a blue background are covered with frost and snow, shining brilliantly under the silver thread of gold.
In the hall, a solemn and solemn Buddha is enshrined, and the lotus prayer flags are swaying in the wind.
Outside the hall, there were bustling voices and heavy fireworks.
And he stood at the junction between the inside and outside of the temple, standing in the center of the Buddha and the human world, smiling slightly and watching the figure of the person he likes.
Quietly and patiently, she waited for her to look up and find him, until the moment her eyes met.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lin Lang felt that the red mole on the center of Jing Cheng's eyebrows was getting darker, as if a little scrape could make melancholy blood flow out.
It was Lin Lang's turn to serve the congee, she took a step forward, and lifted the gauze of Mi Li with one hand.
It is said that the Laba porridge in Baima Temple has been boiled for a full twelve hours and uses a variety of ingredients, including red dates, walnuts, lotus seeds, longan, ginkgo, red beans, etc., a total of 18 kinds. On the altar table of the treasure hall, there are also statues of the Eight Immortals and Arhats made of jujube paste, bean paste, yam, etc., which are vivid and vivid.
Jing Cheng glanced at Lin Lang quickly, then turned around and scooped Laba porridge for her. The small shallow white porcelain bowl contained dark red sticky sweet porridge, overflowing with steam, and the Buddhist monk held it in both hands and handed it to Lin Lang.
She reached out to take it, and her cold fingertips brushed against the back of the monk's white hand.
Jing Cheng's body shivered involuntarily, and the tips of his ears turned red.
Head buried deeper.
The innocent monk was very shy.
Lin Lang smiled lightly, and went to the other side of the square with the porridge. Soon, the wives came back one after another.
"Ka—"
The slight sound made all the girls look up, and Linlang smiled back calmly, "I touched my teeth."
Behind her back, she raised her sleeve to cover her face, and spit out a bright red bean from her mouth.
Still raw.
She couldn't help smiling.
After eating Laba porridge, some impatient young wives excitedly want to go to the Guanyin Pavilion in the water to pray for a child, and some want to pray for their husband's family, with different purposes. Lin Lang then said that she could do whatever she wanted, and they would go down the mountain and return together before sunset. She declined the ladies' invitation and went to the inn to rest.
Not long after sitting down, the paper window was hit by a small stone.
Lin Lang frowned slightly, and dismissed the serving girls again, pretending to take a nap.
A figure landed before the collapse and gently tugged at her arm.
The other person's face was very close, the warm breath fell on the cheeks, and the fine fluff fluttered accordingly. Lin Lang suddenly opened her eyes, and almost sat on the ground in fright.
"What bad thing were you trying to do just now?"
Madam sat up slowly and pushed away the thin quilt on her body.
Jing Cheng's Adam's apple slid unnaturally, but he didn't make any excuses, his eyes wandered, and he said in a low voice, "Well, the foot of the mountain is very lively, do you want to go and see it?"
"Why, do you want a tryst with me?"
It was a long time before she heard an inaudible echo.
The handsome young man asked cautiously, "Is that okay?" He hastily added, "It's not far, just walk around at the foot of the mountain."
"Yes, yes, but you and I are easy to attract attention with our outfits." Lin Lang said distressedly.
Jing Cheng smiled, with shallow eye sockets, as beautiful as a new moon in the sky.
"follow me."
He stepped out of the window first, and Lin Lang followed behind him, holding on to the edge of the frame, lifting the hem of her skirt and climbing up.
A pair of big palms passed through her armpits, hugging her lightly.
In the arms is the clean sandalwood fragrance.
Turning around and avoiding pedestrians, Jing Cheng took Lin Lang to his yard, and skillfully dug out a brand new light yellow dress from the closet. Lin Lang leaned over to touch it, and found that the material was very comfortable.
"I, I bought it a long time ago, and I don't know if it fits well." Jing Cheng, who was buying women's products for the first time, squeezed his sleeves nervously.
Lin Lang tilted her head, and suddenly spread her hands.
The other party looked at her suspiciously.
"Idiot, what are you doing standing there, help me change my clothes." Lin Lang said maliciously with her eyes bent, "Remember my size carefully now, so that you won't be afraid that the clothes won't fit you when you buy them in the future."
It made people's faces flushed, it looked like a cooked shrimp, and they didn't know where to put their hands and feet.
Seeing that Lin Lang refused to let him go, Jing Cheng could only tremble with his fingers, and took off his outer shirt and put on a new one. After a few breaths, dense beads of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose, as if he was about to faint.
The arms like lotus root powder wrapped around his neck, Jing Cheng's body froze and he dared not move.
He is an extremely well-behaved and passive person, if he hadn't been so irritated by Lin Lang's teasing that day, he would never have done that crazy and terrifying forced kiss.
Thinking about it afterwards, Jing Cheng felt unbelievable, not like himself at all.
"Axiu, you are so hot, do you have a fever?"
With her small bare feet, she slowly stepped on the monk's cloth shoes, with the weight of her whole body on one place.
Jing Cheng looked at the person close at hand in a daze, his red lips were full and sweet, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, he couldn't hear what Lin Lang said, and his lack of attention could only barely focus on the two petals of peach powder that kept opening and closing.
He hesitated, bent down, and grasped the sweet fruit with an unbelievably gentle force.
The dry hands that have been twisting Buddhist beads all the year round first fell to the waist to rub, and then climbed up along the back, gently rubbing and caressing, and the warmth and affection in the palms of the hands were passed on to another person wholeheartedly.
"Um?"
Jing Cheng's teeth touched something hard, and the cloud of confusion in his mind was suddenly cleared away. He woke up, and then found that his palm was covering the softness of the woman at some point, and the red glow on his face burned even more.
"Okay, it's time for you to change."
Lin Lang pinched his earlobe.
Jing Cheng blushed, obediently went to change.
There was a foreign object in his mouth, Jing Cheng walked for a while, and vomited it out again with Lin Lang on his back.
When he saw what it was, Jing Cheng subconsciously turned around.
Not far away stood his sweetheart with a smile on his face.
His heart was hot and aching.
There is something to be gushed out.
At the foot of the White Horse Temple, there are many small stalls, and the small businesses are in full swing.
Some are covered with rough grass embryos on the ground, and then finely covered with a layer of fine fluffy blankets, standing various small Buddha statues. Compared with the majestic and quiet golden Buddhas in the temple, these small statues have been integrated into the folk culture. The unique aesthetics and breath of life of the craftsmen become lively and lovely one by one.
Lin Lang couldn't help but bought a small wooden Buddha with a round blue lotus leaf on its head, and couldn't put it down to play with it.
Jing Cheng followed behind her, honestly responsible for giving the money.
He was wearing a bamboo hat with the brim of his hat pulled down very low, but he kept his eyes on the slender figure in front of him, not letting Lin Lang slip out of sight. She seemed very happy, her steps were brisk, and one hand was dangling casually beside the tassel on her slender waist, which made Jing Cheng feel an inexplicable and passionate impulse.
When will he be able to stand upright and hold her hand in the sun
Don't hide.
Don't hesitate.
To the person he likes, he expresses the joy in his eyes, the pampering in his voice, and the joy in his chest without any scruples.
To let the world know that he loves and cherishes her so much.
His patience had already reached its limit unconsciously.
Lin Lang's sleeve was pulled from behind.
She turned around in surprise.
"I, I have something to say—" Jing Cheng summoned up his courage.
Linlang saw the cinnabar red between the monk's eyebrows, which was extremely beautiful.
Looking at his sweetheart, Jing Cheng's expression gradually became gentle.
Tell me, is it okay for Axiu to return to vulgar life
I took off this red robe and cassock, and gave up the merits of the Buddha for half my life.
I don’t cultivate the Lotus Flower of the Wonderful Dharma, nor read the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, but I grow long hair for you, tie up a jade crown, and be an ordinary young man, worrying about gains and losses in the subtle eyebrows and eyes of the person I love.
If gods and Buddhas fell into the mortal world, with living flesh and blood, with greed, hatred and ignorance... would you still like this Axiu
"What did you say?"
Lin Lang couldn't hear clearly, it was too noisy around.
"Axiu will only say this sentence once in her life, so listen carefully."
The monk put his hands into the cupola, carefully and piously, he cupped Lin Lang's face.
When I return to vulgarity, do you want to... follow me
I have a fat and strong little Hummer. Its mane is maroon, its eyes are a little brown, and its temper is very gentle. It can take us anywhere.
In spring, the peach blossoms bloom by the stream, and I will give you a branch. On summer nights, tie a small boat deep in the reeds, lean on each other and watch the stars in the sky. In autumn, the forests are all dyed, and you will definitely like the red acacia trees in Nanling.
And at the end of the year, it's cold, I will hold you in my arms, and don't teach you to be half lonely and neglected.
In all the cold years, I warm wine, tea and porridge only for you.
so-
mount.
I will take you away.