Han Shan Wen Picked Up

"Han Shan asked Shide in the past, saying: The world slanders me, deceives me, humiliates me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, deceives me, how to deal with it?"

The man leaning against the window was handsome and handsome, his brows slanted into his temples, his heroic and haughty demeanor made people feel dazed.

Lou Jiming raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Why are you distracted again?"

Lu Qingzhu came back to his senses with a gloomy look on his face.

"Did someone bully you again?" Lou Jiming walked over, stroking his chin with his slender fingers.

"No." Lu Qingzhu held his hand and sat up straight: "Who is Han Shan, and who is Shide?"

Lou Jiming sat down beside him: "Han Shan and Shide are two Arhats in the Buddhist world. According to legend, Han Shan is the reincarnation of Manjushri Bodhisattva, and Shide is the reincarnation of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

"Then... what else?" Lu Qingzhu leaned on his shoulder, his mind never felt at this moment of peace.

"Back when Han Shan was insulted by others, he was extremely angry, and Shide enlightened him because of this, so there was this wonderful saying of Han Shan Wen Shide."

After thinking about it, Lu Qingzhu said quietly: "Do you mean to let me bear it?"

"An ordinary person's body has not yet achieved endurance, so why not bear it if you can't bear it." Lou Jiming turned his head and kissed him on the forehead: "Of course, our family's appearance is arbitrary, you can bear it if you want, and let him if you can't bear it." die."

"Heh..." Lu Qingzhu laughed softly, and his handsome face finally had a gleam of brilliance: "People have always been involuntary, if I can't bear it, how can I retreat?"

Muttering these words, the people who were by my side disappeared without a trace, like a gust of wind coming and going freely.

Lu Qingzhu slightly opened his eyes, a cluster of flames hit his eyes, his pupils constricted, the endless pain seemed to pull him into the abyss, he rinsed his forehead with cold sweat, after a while, he sighed, and the door opened.

Lu Yang Tong staggered in with a water basin in his hand. It looked like the injury on his leg hadn't healed yet.

Lu Qingzhu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Are you limping? You can't even walk well."

With a "bang", Lu Yangtong put the water basin on the table, looked aggressively at Lu Qingzhu lying on the bed with Lao Gao's swollen buttocks, and grabbed his ears with one hand: "Are you still in the mood to laugh now? Do you know that you..."

"You little bastard, no one is big or small, even you..." Before he finished speaking, Lu Yangtong suddenly let go of his arms and hugged his neck and began to cry.

Lu Qingzhu, who was hit by the tears, was caught off guard, and patted Lu Yangtong's back unresponsively for a while: "You silly boy, why are you crying?"

The sound of sobbing and sobbing came continuously. After crying for a while, Lu Yangtong raised his head, his face was covered with tears and snot, as if he was crying hard. At this moment, his face was flushed red: "Say, if you Something happened...what should I do?"

"I'll be fine." Lu Qingzhu rubbed his head: "Are you so worried about Dad abandoning you?"

Lu Yang Tong pouted and said nothing.

His appearance is very similar to himself when he was young, when he was helpless and if he caught someone, he would be sure of his life.

Lu Qingzhu suddenly felt a little sad, but still smiled and said: "Father can't, you are such a precious son, how can I live without you?" As he spoke, he reached out to wipe his tears, but Lu Yangtong hugged him. Holding his hand, opened his eyes and said, "Is what you said true?"

"Ah."

This promise seemed to be a reassurance, Lu Yangtong calmed down a little, so his face directly rubbed against Lu Qingzhu's sleeve, and his nose was covered with two streams of snot.

"You brat!" Lu Qingzhu almost laughed angrily, but raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a throbbing pain in his back, and he distorted his face in a moment, grinning.

Lu Yangtong sniffed: "Finally, I will ask my little sister to help me with the medicine..."

Lu Qingzhu: "..."

Almost jumping up, Lu Qingzhu stared and shouted: "No, she's a girl? What do you call her? Don't you fucking understand the principle of whether a man and a woman can kiss each other?"

"What?" Lu Yangtong stretched out his hand and flicked him on the head: "Didn't the wound on your back heal from the last flogging? I only let her have the medicine on her back! Dad, you are so nasty! "

Lu Qing gritted his teeth angrily: "...Get out!"

Lu Yang Tongbai glanced at him, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve: "Here, this bottle is for treating internal injuries. You can wipe it off yourself. I really think that anyone who likes to touch you is so narcissistic!"

After saying that, Lu Yang Tong wiped his tears and walked out.

After being quiet for a while, Lu Qingzhu slowly turned over and got up. It was just a simple movement, but to him, it was like being stabbed with a knife.

Meng Yu still had a conscience, and he knew to take out the things for him, otherwise the inside would have to rot, and his guts would be rotten, and he would almost be useless in this life.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he slowly took the medicine, so he fell on his back on the bed, and the pain crawled up his spine, and he slowly closed his eyes and calmed down.

On the second day, he heard good news that Meng Yu was leaving again. Hearing that something happened in Pancheng, His Majesty asked him to go early, at least ten days, at most half a month.

His Majesty has always valued Meng Yu very much. After all, they both belong to the same family. The Son of Heaven and the King of Yong have a rare brotherhood.

But... who is this affectionate?Who is the fake one?No one will know.

Lu Qingzhu stood beside the horse with a face full of spring breeze, leaned over and saluted: "The prince will go early and return early, and the journey will be smooth..."

In fact, translate this sentence in my heart, and the general idea is as follows: "As far as death is, it is best to disappear halfway and never come back!

"You seem very happy?" Meng Yu gave him a condescending look, and Lu Qingzhu smiled and was about to be polite.

The horsewhip in Meng Yu's hand suddenly pushed his chin, causing him to raise his head, his Adam's apple rolled, Lu Qingzhu nervously said: "My lord, this is..."

"This king seems to have forgotten to tell you."

"Huh?" There was a bad premonition in my heart.

"This time, you go with me!"

"..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Yu suddenly bent down, pulled his arm up with one hand, and at the same time tightened his waist, dizzy, Lu Qingzhu had already been brought onto the horse, and he lay on the horse's back for a long time without reacting.

Lu Qingzhu smiled: "My lord..."

Meng Yu patted his buttocks with one hand, grabbed the reins and stepped on the stirrups and galloped straight out.

When he ran wildly for more than ten miles, Lu Qingzhu suspected that he was going to die of madness, and after a while, he would be able to vomit his entire stomach out.

"Call-"

Meng Yu suddenly tightened the reins, and the horse under him was spinning around on the spot. Lu Qingzhu was hanging half dead on the horse's back, but Meng Yu suddenly pushed him, and the whole person fell down by surprise, and was stained with blood. Mouth dust.

It was as if someone had punched his chest hard. He couldn't breathe due to the pain, and he fell to the ground and curled up into a ball.

"Don't pretend to be dead." Meng Yu sneered, "You'll have to deal with what's left later!"

Then came the guards who followed on horseback, and the guards on the horses saluted him: "What is your order?"

Meng Yu raised his eyes, his whole body turned his back to the early morning sun, and he looked more handsome and handsome: "Change the way of playing, you can play whatever you want, just don't play to death."

The attendant nodded, and then Lu Qingzhu was dragged up half dead, and his hands were tied with hemp rope, his skin was as bright as a thin layer of frost coated by the sun.

As if anticipating the next result, Lu Qingzhu didn't struggle, but just said in a faint voice: "Brother, can you..."

The attendant patted his face: "It's impossible to let you go."

Lu Qingzhu shook his head: "No, I mean can you give me saliva, I... my throat is uncomfortable..."

The attendant glanced at Meng Yu, who could no longer see his figure clearly in the distance, and ordered someone to fetch a water bag and give Lu Qingzhu two gulps.

"Master Lu, are you ready?"

With the water, at least his mind has cleared up a lot. Although he didn't eat in the morning, according to his old body, it is not a problem to run with the horse team for a dozen laps, but now that he is injured, it is only a matter of reluctance. .

"En." Lu Qingzhu nodded, and slowly stabilized his body, and then the attendant got on the horse holding the other end of the hemp rope, and then gave a soft reprimand, and the horse galloped away.

Lu Qingzhu was tied behind the horse by the hemp rope and staggered suddenly and almost fell to his knees, but he still tried his best to keep his body steady. If he fell like this, he might be dragged all the way to a bloody mess.

The entourages on horseback changed their restraints halfway, and Lu Qingzhu was led all the way across and back again. The shoes under his feet were already worn out, and the soles of his feet felt tingling and numb.

When it was almost noon, the horse team stopped at a post station, and at the end, Lu Qingzhu was almost dragged in.

His head was dripping with sweat, his clothes were ragged and wet, his hair was messy and sticking to his face, and there was faint blood oozing from the torn clothes.

The sunlight above his head was suddenly blocked, and he could only see someone approaching him in a trance.

Meng Yu smiled, and the horsewhip in his hand hit him on the face, Lu Qingzhu was whipped to the side of the head, a blood stalk exploded directly, and blood flowed out from the side of his face.

His lips were chapped and bleeding, and he opened his mouth with a wry smile: "My lord... But, are you satisfied?"

Looking at him, Meng Yu tilted his head and hooked the corners of his lips: "Satisfied is quite satisfied."

The attendant came over from the side: "My lord, if this continues, it will inevitably hurt your life..."

"What are you afraid of?" Meng Yu smiled and stood up: "Isn't he hard-working? Order someone to wash it up, and then send it to my room."

The author has something to say: from "Hanshan Pickup Questions and Answers"

Jishou Manjusri, a scholar of Hanshan.

There is no Samantabhadra in the south, and if you pick it up, it will be right.

Its meaning is roughly a philosophy of life and dealing with the world.What I said is, don't pay too much attention to other people's unwarranted slander and bullying; be patient, don't waste energy on indifference, and work hard silently.A few years later, I have achieved something and my life has reached a new height. When I look back at the behavior of others at the beginning, I don’t care about everything, just laugh it off. ——(See Baidu for details)