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The third princess was so angry at the monk's indifference, thinking that you are not benevolent and I am not righteous, and impatiently said to the supervisor, "Is it so long at three quarters in the afternoon? Still not executing?"
The supervisor looked at Duke Yan, who had folded his sleeves, as if he was drowsy in the midday sun, but the supervisor still saw his slight nodding motion, so he slowly pulled out the wooden sign.
"No-"
Lifting the curtain and seeing this scene, Lin Lang suddenly lost her voice, but her mouth was covered by a warm palm.
"You'd better not make a fuss."
Yan Zhaolie warned, "Didn't you see the old man up there? If he sees you appearing like this with your hair covered and disheveled, pleading for an adulterous monk, do you know what will happen then?"
She didn't obey, and struggled violently.
And Yan Zhaolie had already taken precautions, he tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, and dragged her into the carriage.
The dark blue curtain fell again, covering up the sun that was too bright.
It also concealed the blood that rushed to the face.
"Zi-"
Yan Zhaolie frowned slightly, and the other party's sharp and fine teeth bit down on the flesh of his palm, expressing strong hatred.
She wanted to get rid of his imprisonment in this way.
It's a pity that Yan Zhaolie is no longer the kid he was back then. After entering the Golden Guard Camp, he suffered countless injuries. He doesn't care about biting a blood mark like this, not to mention he still has abnormal feelings towards Lin Lang. Possessive, she wanted to get close to his blood, and it was too late for him to be happy, how could he let go
At this time, the crowd in the distance screamed.
It's a foregone conclusion.
Lin Lang was devastated, her whole body was drained of strength, and she slid softly into Yan Zhaolie's arms, as if she was dead. Yan Zhaolie's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly stroked her face, what he touched was wet tears.
At first it was a low whimper, then suddenly collapsed. She cried heart-piercingly, tears like broken beads, continuously flowing into the thin slits of her hair and neck. Yan Zhaolie had never seen Lin Lang in such a gaffe, even if he caught her having an affair at the White Horse Temple, she was only flustered for a while.
"You, don't cry..."
Yan Zhaolie didn't know why, but his heart was twisted into a thin thread, which twisted and twisted, and it hurt badly if he pulled it a little. He tried to hug Lin Lang, but she was so strong that she broke free.
Lin Lang cried hoarsely, tossed and turned on the carriage, the soft blanket behind her was smacked into disfigurement. She clenched one hand into a fist and hammered hard on her chest. There were blood-sucking Gu worms drilling inside, tearing her liver and gallbladder apart.
A powerful palm wrapped around Lin Lang's hand, stopping her almost self-harming behavior. Yan Zhaolie also lay down, wrapped one hand around her neck, and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Warm tears instantly soaked a large piece of clothes on his chest.
Her body even showed a state of convulsions.
Yan Zhaolie was in so much pain that he stroked her back over and over again to make him feel better.
"Stop crying, be obedient, stop crying, you will cry badly."
He kissed her forehead tenderly, "Be obedient, sleep well, everything will pass."
Lin Lang's entire face was buried in the young man's chest, and her slightly opened eyes had a different meaning.
Yes, everything will eventually pass.
Not even a year after Li Linlang got married, that beastly-dressed husband revealed his true face, knocked her unconscious at a banquet, and sent her to his friend's room. When she woke up, it was a done deal. Li Linlang wanted to bite her tongue and kill herself, but this thought flashed, and she thought of the elders at home who loved her so much that she suppressed the despair of committing suicide.
Before the official woke up, she shivered and got dressed. Thanks to her luck, she found a dog hole, and immediately got out without caring about the etiquette of the mistress.
The outside of the dog cave is connected to the street, and she didn't know what to do, and unexpectedly bumped into a group of monks who came back from the palace to give lectures, and the leader was the highly talented and knowledgeable monk Shi Jingcheng.
At that time, Shi Jingcheng was twenty-seven years old and already a well-known abbot of the White Horse Temple. The world deified him, saying that he was the real reincarnation of the Buddha, and he was able to overcome the suffering in the world. Li Linlang thought of what happened to her, and couldn't help but feel sad. When she saw Shi Jingcheng, it was as if she had grasped at a straw, and she suppressed her shame and wanted to ask him for help.
In Li Linlang's view, Shi Jingcheng has a very good relationship with his second younger sister Li Chaoyun. Although Li Chaoyun is the queen now, she is still a member of the Li family. They are sisters. Presumably the master will look at her queen sister's face On the way, she hired a carriage to take her back to her natal home. Now she was stretched to the limit and desperately needed her parents' comfort.
However, when the other party saw her approaching, he was quite indifferent and walked straight past her.
This move made Li Linlang freeze in his throat just as he was about to say it. The monks didn't turn back when they saw Shi Jingcheng, and they also showed a faint look of disdain for the rejected Li Linlang, treating people as a plague, and hurriedly walked around her.
Li Linlang stood blankly.
Shi Jingcheng would never have imagined that because of his trust and admiration for Li Chaoyun, he would have prejudice against her sister-in-law under the subtle influence of the other party, thus rejecting a woman's last call for help before she was dying.
In the end, Li Linlang was taken back by her husband who was out of the house.
At that time, women's chastity was highly valued, and Li Linlang was on the verge of collapse due to the physical torture, while Shi Jingcheng broke her will to survive at the spiritual level. Li's family believed in Buddhism, and as a daughter, Li Linlang was also swayed by it. The girl encountered thugs in the White Horse Temple, and she didn't know who was the mastermind.
She wanted to commit suicide, but Li Shi almost went blind from crying, and finally managed to coax her daughter back. In order to give people sustenance, Li Linlang followed her mother to practice in the Buddhist hall, recite scriptures, and transcribe classics, becoming a very devout believer. She had a good impression of Shi Jingcheng, and after listening to a few lectures, she almost worshiped him as a Buddha.
But this Buddha didn't give her a hand when she was most afraid of the world.
No matter how extraordinary she is, as long as she is human, she will still prefer it after all.
Only this time the balance was tipped in her favor, that's all.
Yan Zhaolie noticed that the person in his arms was exhausted and gradually quieted down, as if he had fallen asleep. He let go of the person a little bit, and gently wiped the tears on her face with his sleeve.
After tidying up, he lightly put her back into his arms again, thinking, this woman is too evil, when he hated her, he wished she would die with a thousand arrows piercing her heart, but now she just cries, and his heart softens.
It seemed that she was not only the death of the monk, but also her own fate.
When he first joined the Golden Guard Camp, Yan Zhaolie was often involved in conflicting and complicated political events, like licking blood on the edge of a knife, life and death were not in control.
He remembered that once he was seriously injured and had a high fever in the middle of the night, the situation was extremely dangerous. Before Yan Guogong arrived, the companion who had a life-long friendship kept whispering in his ear, "Brother, don't worry, with our love, I will never let you die with regret. After you die, your parents I will confess to you, I will kill your enemy for you, you should have good eyesight in choosing your sweetheart, or I will sleep for you and try to hold a fat baby in the next year—"
Yan Zhaolie was woken up abruptly.
On the first day he was able to go to the ground, he beat up that daring boy.
"Forget it, then I won't escape."
Yan Zhaolie murmured without thinking.
Before Yan Guogong returned to the mansion, Yan Zhaolie, as the eldest son, transferred away the guards guarding the small garden and sent Linlang back safely.
The other party woke up a long time ago, but his face was as pale as a ghost, and he almost floated in. Yan Zhaolie couldn't help pulling her hand, there was a slight warmth on it, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
Lin Lang didn't respond to being pulled by him like this, and stared blankly at people with dark eyes, as if she had been emptied of her mind, leaving behind a beautiful outer skin.
Yan Zhaolie only thought that she was overly frightened, and she would be fine if she raised her for a few days.
That night, Duke Yan came back from the palace after dealing with the follow-up, and went to the bedroom. He called a few times but no one answered. When he approached the bed, his wife's eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks were unbelievably red, and when she touched her forehead, it turned out to be very hot.
The Duke's Mansion suddenly fell into turmoil. The imperial doctor who was sleeping soundly was dug out of his nest by a group of tall and burly guards in the middle of the night, and he was carried to Lin Lang like a chicken.
"Your Madam has been severely stimulated." The old man was a little sluggish, but he still looked like a fairy, stroked his beard and said, "As the saying goes, deep love will never last, and wisdom will be hurt. My lord, please persuade me a lot. Ma'am, don't be too attached to everything, just let nature take its course."
The candlelight at night was dim, and the imperial doctor was hanging a thread outside the screen to diagnose the pulse, but he failed to notice the livid and ferocious faces of the father and son in an instant.
When Lin Lang's condition stabilized, it was already dawn. The old man secretly covered his mouth with his wide cuff, and yawned sleepily. Duke Yan waved his hand and asked someone to send him back. The imperial doctor was overjoyed, bowed to say goodbye quickly, and went out with the wooden box in his arms.
Seeing that Lin Lang was accompanied by his father, Yan Zhaolie thought for a moment, turned around and followed him out, and asked the imperial doctor in detail about the prescriptions for women's maintenance along the way.
The old man was a little flattered by the earnest attitude of the son, but at the same time felt strange.
It is said that the relationship between the son and the hostess is not harmonious, why doesn't it seem to be the case
Lin Lang's high fever subsided, but she was bedridden for a full month, and her already slender waist became even thinner.
Duke Yan invited countless famous doctors. In summary, the back and forth has the same meaning: "heart disease needs heart medicine."
The same answer made Yan Guogong frowned even deeper. He really didn't believe that the dead could win over the living. One day, he went down early, and through the gauze curtain, he vaguely saw a figure standing by the window, holding something in his hand.
He opened the curtain to see that the other side was tilting the shallow jade bowl, the brown concoction overflowed from the edge of the bowl, and poured all into the Podocarpus potted plant.
Yan Guogong squinted his narrow eyes, no wonder the disease has not improved, and his wife is not taking medicine properly at all!
It was also because of his negligence. Recently, he was busy with official duties, and the small border country was on fire again. He often came home in the middle of the night, and he didn't notice her abnormality in the first place. The medicine is three-point poisonous, Yan Guogong specially asked the famous doctors to control the dose, the kitchen only boils a small bowl every day, and the smell will not be very strong, so he kept it from him for a while.
Lin Lang was pouring the concoction, and a broad chest was quietly pressed behind her, and a hand with thin calluses pinched her wrist.
"Snapped-"
The jade bowl was broken into several petals.
"Why, don't drink the medicine well, do you want to be buried for that short-lived ghost?" Duke Yan casually brushed the hair next to her ear.
The wife who was always eloquent was like a mute, she lowered her head and did not speak.
Yan Guogong sneered, "A monk with six unclean roots is also worthy of your concern. He is really worthless. He can only read scriptures and hunt wooden fish. Even if he elopes with you successfully, what can he give you? Poor and lowly couples are sad. When you really fall into that kind of In the predicament of running around for firewood, rice, oil and salt, you will know that you are a husband."
The husband stretched out two fingers, pinched her chin, turned his face to the side, and looked straight at him with majestic eyes, "Why, in your eyes, is the husband worse than him? Someone has a good-looking face , That’s the food that God rewards. But if you don’t eat this bowl of rice for your husband, you can still change the sky above your head, change the dynasty, and restore order and etiquette. Can he do it?”
"My husband was born in the Zanying family, and he was raised strictly since he was a child. Although he was the commander-in-chief of the three armies, he didn't learn the rudeness of those rough people. Of course, you can't ask your husband to calm down when you are angry. A living person is not a stone statue without emotion."
The sky outside the window is a burning haze, deep and shallow, extremely magnificent, reflecting on his wife's eyebrows and eyes, adding a bit of beauty to Xi Shi's weakness in illness. Seeing Yuxue's pitiful posture, Duke Yan couldn't bear to speak too bluntly.
Instead of holding his chin, he rubbed her face, the roughness of his palm made his movements extremely slow.
"My husband is proud and proud, and I also admit that I am not omnipotent. As a husband, I can't turn back my age and meet you as an unmarried and young person. But if that young Yan Juechen, who has no roots, is really When I met you, there is no magnificent experience, no near-death catastrophe, empty and monotonous chest, are you really willing to sleep on your pillow?"
"The golden tower in the Qionglou, the bells ringing, the dining room, the fragrant wheel and the precious horse, what the husband can give, is what the husband can earn, the best in the world."
Yan Guogong brushed away the hair sticking to her lips for her, and said something in a low voice.
"Ma'am, even though you are a husband who is vicious and vicious in every way, you are the only one who wants to be affectionate and loving. So, be a husband with a little pain, huh?"