Xu Weixiong is not only a big mountain to Jiang Ni, the subjugated princess of Western Chu, but even a big maid like sweet potato who is easy to talk and doesn't fight for anything. This depression was well concealed by her. In terms of acting skills, she seems to be more proficient than Xu Fengnian who uses fresh human blood as rouge. His Royal Highness has inherited the cultivation base of the Great Yellow Court, and has an acquired taste for the flow of energy between Buddhism and Taoism. He also has a keen perception of ordinary masters, and he also has the mysterious feeling of what the young master and uncle called "a feather without flies and insects will not fall", but he still does not realize that the sweet potato around him is not just a koi that needs to be fed to become plump. , all kinds of bizarre doorways, even His Royal Highness, who lived in Qingliang Mountain when he was a boy, dare not say that he has seen them all. At least the ninth floor of Tingchao Pavilion, the two underground floors did not even find the entrance. Climbing down, knocking on the wall and chiseling the wall failed, Xu Xiao was happy that the two children were busy at home, so as not to cause trouble for him when he went out of the house. Goo, even Dazhu Kingdom was terrified.
Xu Fengnian planned to have dinner with the little girls from Dongxi and the little monks from the north and the south. On the way there, he drew circles with his hands. The servants and servants in the mansion only thought it was funny when they saw it. If Xu Fengnian meets a maid who is good-looking, middle-upper, and graceful, she will take advantage of it twice, sweet potato follows behind, and doesn't take it seriously, and the little maid dares to be jealous. If she accidentally meets a hot-tempered master in the wealthy Hou family, she wants to mess with her. clubbed to death.
Sweet potatoes are not so stupid as to be proud of pets, and dare not think about it. To say something heartbreaking that I dare not speak to others, His Royal Highness, who seems to be affectionate, is the real heartless person. Green Ant's personal servants in Wutong Garden probably didn't realize this point.
But this doesn't mean that Sweet Potato doesn't love His Royal Highness from the bottom of his heart. On the contrary, such a master can make Sweet Potato, who is as arrogant as Blue Bird, work hard with his heart.
Xu Fengnian didn't know Sweet Potato's complicated thoughts, so he just laughed softly: "This set of one hundred and eight moves without a name is a good thing that the bull rider found out from somewhere. The more you practice, the more interesting it is. Walking in the Nine Palaces, the shape and meaning are yin and yang, and the gestures and qi movements are purely natural. This circle can be very particular, forming an endless circle, which goes back and forth and has a variety of scenes. It is very suitable for warming and nourishing internal strength, but it is a pity that it cannot be copied to the battlefield. Sweet potato, If you like it, I will teach you."
Sweet Potato quickened her pace, and her magnificent chest, which is second to none in Wutong Garden, was close to His Royal Highness's arm, her autumn eyes were misty and misty: "Then His Highness will teach your slaves by hand."
Xu Fengnian didn't turn his head, just nudged the snow-white pigeon under her clothes with his elbow, and as her chest trembled, the amorous feelings began to ripple, and His Royal Highness, who clearly felt the charm, said with a frivolous smile: "It's okay. Draw one hundred and eight circles here."
The sweet potato is naturally charming, but the tone is resentful: "This servant knows that His Highness is just talking."
Xu Fengnian did not refute, and asked casually: "What do you think Mount Lantuo means?"
Sweet Potato thought about it carefully, and said in a low voice: "My servant thinks that Shuangxiu is fake, and that it is true that the White and Yellow Sects are against the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry."
Xu Fengnian nodded with a smile and said, "That's right. The capital city has long been wary of the undisciplined Western Tantric sects, but they can't find a good reason to attack them. If there is a Red Sect as an internal response, we can't rule out our Northern Liang cavalry. The possibility of being a chess piece again. As for the dual cultivation and enlightenment, I have checked the secret records, and it is a gossip that has only come out in recent years. It is not true, especially after my crowning ceremony. A piece of sweet pastry, even the queen of Tantric Buddhism coveted it. As for the big player in the capital who occupies the largest chessboard in the world, among the sixty-seven temple names and posthumous titles, there are only two words that are eye-catching, one is 'high', The sky is the same as the sky and the sky is high, and the merits and virtues of all things are grand. One is "Wu", the military industry has glory, and it has opened up the largest territory in this dynasty. Thinking that after death, it will be called Emperor Gaowu for thousands of years, and it is almost crazy to think about it. .”
Sweet Potato's face paled and said: "Your Highness, please speak in a low voice."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "It's okay, I dare to say it, but no one dares to listen to it except you. Let's not talk about this, Sweet Potato, how is the little girl Thrush?"
Sweet Potato was obviously relieved, "For the time being, I only taught her two kinds, Xiaoshanmei and Luozidai. The little girl learns very quickly."
Xu Fengnian laughed and said: "As long as she wants to learn, she can learn everything quickly. Lao Huang taught her to roast fish, roast meat and roast sweet potatoes, and she can learn it faster than me. If she doesn't want to learn, such as weaving straw sandals, sitting hard and fishing, it will take a hundred years. Can't learn."
Sweet Potato was in a daze when he saw His Royal Highness, whose brows were refreshing and different from usual. Even if she gets along day and night, she still rarely sees His Royal Highness like this.
Originally named Red Musk, she bit her slender lips, and then smiled, a natural beauty and flirtatious.
Xu Xiao of the Dazhu Kingdom once said with a smile that this little girl can compete for favor even if she enters the palace and becomes a concubine.
After the little girl shaved off half a catty of makeup, she imitated sweet potatoes and put on light makeup. She was indeed much more beautiful than the one who didn't wear red makeup, but in Xu Fengnian's opinion, the little girl who used to have a plain face was more pleasing.
The little monk peeked and giggled while chanting scriptures.
Xu Fengnian was worried about the incense in the temple where the young monk lived.
Sweet potatoes are not qualified to be served on the table, and Xu Fengnian is not the kind of master who spoils maids and maidservants and deviates from the norms in everything. He and the little girl and the little monk ate a simple but delicious vegetarian meal, and asked: "Miss Li, when will you go home? New Year's Eve."
The little girl stared wide-eyed and said hurtingly: "Xu Fengnian, are you going to chase someone away?!"
Xu Fengnian said dumbly: "Where, I'm not afraid that your parents will be worried."
The little girl said confidently: "When I met you, you said that you would starve to death and never go home."
Xu Fengnian laughed and said, "Speak angry, talk angry."
The little monk who had been eating with his head down raised his head and interjected, "Damn, we really have to go back to the monastery."
The little girl said angrily: "Shut up."
She learned this mantra from His Royal Highness Shizi.
The little monk took two mouthfuls of rice vigorously, his cheeks bulging.
The little girl blushed and said: "Xu Fengnian, Sister Sweet Potato will teach me thrush this afternoon. It sounds more expensive than the tribute green swallow branch. This money will be replenished to you when I get home."
Xu Fengnian nodded pretendingly, held back a smile and said, "Okay, I've never heard of a heroine who doesn't pay back her debts."
The little girl liked this kind of rhetoric, proudly said: "That is."
The little monk was straightforward, a little girl with a bald head who had been close to her childhood sweetheart for so many years and had loved and loved her for so many years, said worriedly: "Damn, I seem to have heard my wife say that the snail on your face is expensive to die. A poet also wrote The hundred gold otter marrow was exchanged for half a tael of emerald green, if the money is really paid back, it is estimated that the master's begging will be empty."
The little girl let out a cry of surprise, and suddenly frowning, the food was not so delicious.
Seeing it, Xu Fengnian didn't say anything to comfort him.
The little girl is in a cloudy and rainy mood, and after a blink of an eye, she has a personality that is sunny. After eating, the trouble of owed money is thrown aside, and she takes Sister Sweet Potato to continue to learn art from a teacher in the room. At home, her parents are stingy and reluctant To buy her rouge, stupid Nanbei was very willing to part with it, but he had no money, and they all said cruelly that as long as he became a Buddha and burned a few relics, she could exchange them for countless rouges. A full blown fist. Xu Fengnian didn't know much about girls' feelings, so he didn't go to the room to mix it up. He saw the little monk taking off his cassock and squatting in the courtyard with a bucket of wood to clean it. Obviously, he was used to working as a cow and horse in the temple of the little girl's house, and Xu Fengnian was skilled in his movements. Squatting on the side, looking at a round hook of white ivory on the green cassock, she smiled without saying a word.
The little monk nervously said: "Your Highness, this cassock can't be given to you as a cosmetic powder, I will be beaten to death by the master."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't want your cassock. You wear it very well."
The little monk was still a little wary.
Xu Fengnian asked: "I remember that the abbot used to be a Taoist term, the heart is square, and the abbot of the sky is the title of the leader of the Taoist ten-direction jungle. How did you become your Buddhist?"
The little monk scrubbed and washed his cassock. He had a simple and honest nature of accepting death. He didn't hear the teasing in His Royal Highness's words. A hundred years earlier, besides, the master told me that the great abbot in the temple, although he only lives in a small bedroom of one foot square, can accommodate three thousand small worlds and three thousand lion forests. Listen, what kind of heart is compared to Taoism Tianxin is too powerful. My master has never lost a debate with others, oh, he just lost to his wife."
Xu Fengnian said speechlessly: "Your Buddhism is powerful, and your master is even more powerful."
Seeing Qingniao standing at the gate of the courtyard, Xu Fengnian got up and walked over.
Qingniao sternly said: "It is reported that the two princesses have left the big team and came alone. Those two groups of Jianghu people are ready to move out of the city."
Xu Fengnian took off the jade pendant from his waist, threw it to Qingniao, narrowed his eyes and said: "These people are in a hurry to reincarnate? You go and take two hundred riders from Fengziying, don't forget to hold the crossbow, shoot them all for me."
Bluebird turned and left.
Xu Fengnian stood at the door.
There are murderous threats outside the door, but there is peace inside the door.
The little monk dried the washed cassock and looked into the room, "It's another sunny day. Li Zi, Master said I don't have enlightenment, and you say I'm stupid. I don't practice the two Zens in our temple. .You are my Zen, you can see your beauty."