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Lin Lang woke up faintly.
The whole person seemed to be in a sway.
When she opened her eyes for the first time, she heard a voice above her head saying, "Are you awake?"
The voice was familiar to her.
Yan Zhaolie supported the small carved table with one hand, lazily supporting half of his face, and rested the other hand on Lin Lang's body, with a thin soft blanket in between. Noticing the movement of his legs, he lowered his eyelids to look, his eyes were clear and indifferent.
When Lin Lang came out, she was dressed as a maidservant, and the hairpins on her head were of poor quality. The Shizi thought it was an eyesore, so he simply stripped them all off. His thick, silky hair was neatly scattered on his head without any decorations. On the hem of the clothes, people can't help but want to touch it.
Unlike ordinary girls from aristocratic families, Lin Lang seldom smeared those hair oils with strong fragrance, which felt very refreshing to the touch. When she was unconscious, Yan Zhaolie had experienced many hand addictions. Of course, this cannot be said.
"why you?"
Lin Lang was shocked, and she was about to get up, but he didn't stop her, but he supported Tuo's slender back when she couldn't stabilize her body.
"Where is this place? Why am I here? And you, how come..." The person who just woke up was obviously flustered, almost kneeling and moved to the window in embarrassment, and lifted the curtain to look out.
There are few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally there are a few stalls selling calligraphy and painting in the wind and snow, which are the livelihood of down-and-out scholars.
Yan Zhaolie tidied up his crumpled clothes in a calm manner, moved his numb legs, and said, "This is Xique Tower, walk around and you will arrive at the Duke's Mansion. As for why you Here, you have to ask your little monk lover, how could he be so cruel as to knock you unconscious and send you to me."
He said this very casually and unpleasantly, as if he didn't take that great virtue seriously at all.
When Lin Lang heard this, her cheeks that were originally rosy from a deep sleep immediately turned pale. She suddenly threw herself in front of the Shi Ziye, grabbed his lapel with both hands, and asked repeatedly, "Why did you knock me out? Why did you call you here? Where did he go? Where is he now?"
This is the second time, Lin Lang took the initiative to come forward.
The first time was on the wedding night, when she deliberately seduced her, but she was frightened by her meng lang and ran away.
Being tricked by this vicious and beautiful stepmother many times, Yan Zhaolie's concentration has grown, even though he is warm and fragrant with red sleeves, his expression has not fluctuated in the slightest, and he sneered, "That bald donkey is your treasure." , and it’s not mine, where is your little lover doing what he wants to do with his son?"
"you-"
The other party was so angry that his chest heaved up and down, and it took him a while to recover, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Please tell me where he is now."
"Is this your attitude of begging for help?" Yan Zhaolie leaned back lazily, like a drunken jade, his phoenix eyes sparkled with Qingbo, and he looked at people with a half-smile. There was a long and slender Yanling saber by the Shizi's knee, the scabbard was red all over, Lin Lang could smell a rusty, pungent smell of blood, and she didn't know how much blood the saber drank to cause it to rot. Today's evil spirits are soaring.
It's not easy to be fooled by the fact that the guy who killed someone is different.
Lin Lang thought for a while, then carefully stood up on her knees, her skirt swaying, and moved to the lap of the eldest son.
Yan Zhaolie crossed his arms and watched the scene with cold eyes.
The other party slowly stretched out his hand, like light green onions, neatly cut thin nails covered with peach powder, slipped past Yan Zhaolie's line of sight, and pressed on the back of his right hand.
She pulled, but Yan Zhaolie deliberately didn't move.
This movement made the woman's eyes gradually glow with dark, misty water vapor, and Yan Zhaolie's heart suddenly burst into a living snow-white deer, and he unknowingly let go of his grip, and her rigid wrist was pulled away by her.
Lin Lang held the young prince's palm in both hands, and it fell gently and slowly on her cheek.
His hands were larger than the standard of an adult man, with slender knuckles, and when they were attached to the woman's cheeks, it was like half a small face was sunk in his wide palm, which made her petite and pitiful. Yan Zhaolie thought to himself, the newborn weak little beast is probably nothing more than this.
"Lie'er, tell mother, okay?"
She said timidly, her voice trembling slightly.
As long as he is fierce again, he will cry on the spot.
Like an obsessed little girl, shyly beckoning her handsome lover to give her a hairpin on her temples, her tone is soft and sweet, even snorting to act like a spoiled child.
Having been scolded by Lin Lang as a beast, beast, scum, and shameless, it was the first time she heard her call her Lieer in this sugar-coated sweet voice. In the net of love, the tips of his ears were dyed thin red, and he, who was very sweet in his heart, let out an "um" unconsciously.
When he came back to his senses, he secretly scolded himself as a coward and worthless, and he was caught up with his little tricks.
But the other party was happy, as if unconsciously, letting his palm rub against his cheek.
At this time, Yan Zhaolie almost couldn't think of her ruthless means of plotting against him, only felt that the little poisonous scorpion and the little boa constrictor in her eyes were extraordinarily delicate, with a pair of crescent moons bent, those shallow lying silkworms were really beautiful.
Yan Zhaolie told the coachman to turn his horse around and reported another place.
Lin Lang lifted the curtain from time to time to look, and saw ice particles coming in and hitting her face, she wiped it off with her sleeve, and asked casually, "Where are you going?"
Shizi sat cross-legged, glanced at her, and slowly uttered two words.
"execution ground."
Lin Lang turned her head and stared at him in disbelief.
"As a monk, Shi Jingcheng seduced the three princesses who were waiting to be married by preaching scriptures and Taoism. The emperor heard about this and ordered Shi Jingcheng to return to secular life immediately and marry the princess." Yan Zhaolie played casually Looking at the patterns on the sleeves, he hung them up high and said, "That monk is a hard bone, he doesn't want to be rich and rich, he talks about Amitabha, and he just asks for death to apologize."
"No, the Son of Heaven is merciful, and he will be fulfilled."
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 that old fox from the beginning to the end. "Death is imminent, and it's hard to fly without wings." Yan Zhaolie stared at Lin Lang sharply, wanting to see her reaction, but as expected, the other's eyes were covered with gray and rotten, and he was as stiff as a walking corpse.
The chill between his eyebrows was even worse.
If the monk is not dead, how can he have a foothold
When the carriage arrived at the execution ground, the wind and snow stopped, and the sunlight that cleared away the clouds and mist turned out to be very dazzling. The surroundings were crowded with black and dense heads, and the buzzing noise made Lin Lang's eardrums ache. The closer it was to the execution ground, the thicker the smell of blood became, and it was so viscous that it was disgusting.
On the tall black bronze platform, the eighteen-year-old emperor sat upright, wearing a crown on his head, his face covered by pearls and jade was more delicate than imagined, his body was always weak and bloody. The third princess was sitting beside her, with an apricot face, peach cheeks, and high breasts, she was a rare beauty.
The third princess is the elder sister of Emperor Jingwen, but no one dared to marry after the age of the plum blossom, just because the princess has a frivolous style and raised a group of male pets in the mansion, looking for fun and singing every night. The third princess has a high vision, and she is not ashamed of her own life, but the standard for choosing a mate is to have a clean and handsome son with a clean family background, a clean mind and body, and to accept her little lovers.
The world has always been harsh on women, and this princess can live so recklessly because she has saved the life of Emperor Jingwen before. The courtiers saw that she did not make any other moths except lusting for beauty, so they turned a blind eye One eye, condoned the princess's nonsense.
At this time, she was staring at the handsome monk on the execution ground, and the more she looked at him, the more she felt that he was unparalleled, and a bunch of male favorites could not compare to the master's finger, so she persuaded, "Master, why bother? Wouldn't it be much better to be the consort of my palace than to be alone in the underworld and be a ghost?"
Duke Yan stood with his black cuffs folded, his aura subdued, but no matter whether he was the emperor or the noble princess, he had to observe the expression of the Duke when he spoke.
The third princess had admired this eminent monk of the White Horse Temple for a long time, but the other party had a special status, and she couldn't overpower the king, so she had to leave resentfully after kicking the hard board a few times. That day when she heard from Lord Yan that Shi Jingcheng was interested in her, her head felt as if she had been hit by a huge surprise, and she didn't care about putting on any makeup. She lifted her skirt and ran to her brother's bedroom, asking him to do it for her. Take charge of your own marriage.
Under Yan Guogong's suggestion, the third princess deliberately said that she was taken advantage of by Jingcheng and asked him to take full responsibility. After all, the bigger the incident, the better for her. If he dared to refuse the marriage, what awaited him would be a dead end.
However, this monk really had the will to die. He not only refused to marry, but also wanted to die happily.
The third princess is very unwilling, she is as beautiful as a flower, and she is the emperor's own sister, so why can't she make him fall in love
In the past, the condemned prisoners would kneel on the execution ground wearing shackles, prison clothes, and disheveled hair, but Jing Cheng did not. He stood indifferently in the reddened place, his monk clothes and face were still neat, showing a sense of isolation Breath, as if what he was welcoming was not a tragic death, but a reincarnation that made him happy.
In order to take down this noble and noble son-in-law, the third princess wished that her tongue could sprout golden lotuses, "Besides, since the master loves this princess, he just wants to return to vulgarity, so why worry about those precepts and clear rules?"
Jing Cheng was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "Perhaps the princess misunderstood, and the poor monk has no wrong thoughts about the princess."
The third princess was stunned, and immediately said it was impossible, "Isn't your painting just for me?"
The crocodile silk worn by the woman in the painting is a tribute treasure and is priceless. Naturally, ordinary officials cannot afford it. Except for the Tian family, only a few powerful and confidant ministers can afford to make a whole set of dresses . Among these important ministers, daughters have long been married to dignitaries in the court, and there are not a few who gave birth to Lin'er.
And judging by age and body shape, the unmarried third princess is the most suitable object, so when Duke Yan mentioned it, the third princess decided that she was a peach blossom robbery ordered by the master without even thinking about it, and she was extremely excited.
Who would have thought that a virtuous and famous monk who abides by the pure rules would fall in love with a married woman
Lord Yan raised his eyes, and cast a warning gaze on Jing Cheng.
So Jing Cheng shook his head and stopped talking.
The third princess felt that she had been insulted, and her face was stretched extremely long. She was not a patient person, and now she was humiliated by him on the spot, so she couldn't help but sneered, "If it weren't for this princess, who else would dare to deviate from the norms?" Have an affair with a monk?"
Jing Cheng frowned, didn't care about the princess losing her temper, and just said, "It's all on my own will to be deviant, and it has nothing to do with her."
The third princess resentfully said, "The one who can make the master fascinated, and the one who will excuse her when she dies, must be an extraordinary and peerless beauty. I don't know who has this honor? I want to see and see!"
Unexpectedly, Jing Cheng did not refute, but raised his eyebrows gently, and said softly, "If possible, I want everyone in the world to know that she is the only woman I, Axiu, loves deeply in this life. But I put on Kasaw, before this inescapable shackle, how dare you love her openly?"
"I am not afraid of death, and the infamy after death is even more insignificant to me. But she is different, she is still young, and she still has to walk in this world. If I say her name, it will teach the world to understand my heart , can only be happy for a while, but at that time, she will have to bear countless gossips."
Jing Cheng closed her slender eyelashes, and let out a faint sigh.
"Therefore, the Buddha said, do not speak."
Unspeakable, unspeakable, unspeakable, it was his last protection for her.
Such disapproval made the three princesses brows stand on end with hatred.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the eminent Buddhist monk who said the Buddha's saying is unspeakable made a surprising and extremely confusing action.
He stretched out his hand and stroked his bare forehead.
Rarely, I touched it twice.
It looks kind of funny.
And Jing Cheng's expression was extremely calm, and he slowly lowered his arms, with a dull expression and a touch of relief.
fair enough.
Also very good.
The little monk's hair never grows long.
In this world where the mountains are long and the rivers are far away, and the rivers and seas are difficult to level, the benefactor must always be left alone.
After the little monk leaves, the benefactor doesn't have to care. There is a verse in the Buddhist school, which says that there is no other matter in life, whether it is short or long. There is no need to search hard, the benefactor is just a ridiculous big dream.
After waking up from the dream, under the cool moonlight covered with acacia trees, find another person to replace the little monk again.
So that I can hold you tenderly and pitifully in my arms.