[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

Leaving the confines of the harem, Su Jixian looked at the front hall of the imperial city in front of him, and stopped, "Director Gao doesn't need to see you off, there will never be any big troubles under the emperor's feet."

Gao Lishi smiled, and the white and beardless face under the dark red hat was so soft that it seemed a little dark and unclear, "The national teacher has become smarter, no matter what troubles can't stop the national teacher, our family is just icing on the cake. Not worth mentioning."

"The icing on the cake, after all, is the icing on the cake." He looked at the coiled dragon beast on the top of the palace in the distance, his whole body was shrouded in shadows, and the skin exposed outside the layers of clothes was almost transparent in the shadows. The appearance is weak and delicate, and it is so clean that there is no dust, "I heard that Director Gao likes cockfighting."

Gao Lishi looked at his profile, and responded lightly, and neither of them said anything.

Su Jixian walked towards the gate of the imperial city, and gradually disappeared in the shadow of the vermilion palace gate. A moment later, a tall young man walked out from the side, looking in the direction of the palace gate thoughtfully.

"Mr. Shi Lang." Gao Lishi flicked the whisk in his hand and saluted Shi Shiran.

"Director Gao." Shi Chaoyi cupped his hands, "Is that the national teacher?"

Gao Lishi nodded, "Mr. Shi Lang came to Beijing for the first time, and it must be the first time he saw the national teacher. The national teacher's medical skills and divination are extremely outstanding, and His Majesty also relies heavily on it."

Even His Majesty is very dependent... Shi Chaoyi closed his eyes, recalling that thin but proud figure, smiled softly, said goodbye and left the imperial city.

Watching his tall figure gradually shrinking, Gao Lishi let out a sigh of unknown meaning.

The National Teacher's Mansion is not far from the Imperial City. It is just across from the Jianning Prince's Mansion.

Riding the horse back to her own mansion, Lu Lingfeng, who had been waiting at the door, stepped forward to pull the reins, and freed up one hand to help Su Jixian get off the horse.

"My lord," he followed Su Jixian into the study, and stretched out his hand to take off his cloak, "The eldest son of the Shi family has sent a gift, and invites you to sit in the Yanyu Tower tomorrow."

"Historist? Which historian?" Su Jixian sat on the beauty's couch drinking tea, the dark purple cuffs embroidered with lotuses made his hands extraordinarily white, "Shi Siming?"

"Exactly." Lu Lingfeng took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the water on his lips, then sat on a chair next to him and massaged his hands, "Shi Siming hasn't come to Beijing now, but his eldest son Shi Chaoyi did come in a few days ago." Although it is the first time to meet the saint in Beijing, with the care of General An Lushan, it goes smoothly and the emperor favors it."

"Shi Chaoyi..." He closed his eyes and sighed softly, "You have to pay back the gift, but you don't have to go to the banquet. My master caught a cold in late spring and fell ill, so I haven't seen any guests in the past few days."

Cold spring?Lu Lingfeng was slightly stunned, and her fingers subconsciously rested on his veins.Although the pulse condition is thin but steady and strong, it is not a disease pulse.Looking at the swaying branches outside the window, he nodded thoughtfully.

That night, the temperature dropped suddenly, as if returning to midwinter.

The master bedroom of the National Teacher's Mansion was as warm as spring. The young and handsome Master Guoshi was covered with a blanket and sat on the beauty's couch reading letters. Lu Lingfeng stood behind him and squeezed his shoulders.

"Wicked People's Valley and the Haoqi League are fighting again." Su Jixian was eating candied fruit, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, and his ending voice was slightly flying with a smile. It sounded like he was gloating, "Dragon Gate Inn was almost smashed Jin Xiangyu was so angry that she almost dropped the wine jar."

Lu Lingfeng's expression remained unchanged, "Dragon Inn is also our shop."

"I didn't spend much, and I don't need this little money." He changed another letter paper and continued to read, "Forget it, count the loss of the inn, and send the bill to the Evil Man Valley and the Haoqi League."

"Yes."

"I'll go to the Great Mercy Temple in a few days, and I heard that Master Xuanjuan is here...huh?" He suddenly raised his eyebrows, propped himself up slightly with his elbows on the couch, "Fan Yang has something strange...send someone to Disclose it to Yang Guozhong and King Jianning."

Lu Lingfeng nodded, raised her hand and gestured towards the dark place, leaned over and lifted up the slipped blanket to cover Su Jixian's body.

"I'm afraid this time...it will be of no use." He lay back on the couch with a tired expression on his face.

"Do your best to obey the destiny. Sometimes unavoidable disasters may be a blessing from another standpoint." Lu Lingfeng comforted him in a low voice, and pressed her warm hands on his shoulders through the thin snow-white pajamas. pinch.

Su Jixian hummed casually, still a little bit unmotivated.

The national teacher's return to the court did not have any impact on the court. After all, the national teacher's job is to survey the celestial phenomena and preside over such things as worshiping the great gods. Except for occasionally taking over some strange and difficult things, Su Jixian seldom appears in the Xuanzheng Hall.

As he expected, even if the news of Fan Yang's change was revealed to Jianning King Li Tan and Prime Minister Yang Guozhong, they did not mention it at all during the early court discussions.

There is no other reason, but because they visited Anlu Mountain in front of Xuanzong a few times before, but they were all fooled by Anlu Mountain.

After resting in the National Teacher's Mansion for a few days, Su Jixian went to Da Ci'en Temple. However, the purpose of this trip was not the abbot, but Xuan Wang who wandered past here, Shaolin abbot Master Xuanzheng, that humble senior brother.

Daci'en Temple is a royal temple with ample funds and many guest rooms. Xuan Xuan was politely arranged to live in a guest courtyard. When Su Jixian left, he was making tea in the room. The ordinary red clay stove and purple sand pot The tea is brewing, the fragrance of the tea is clear and far away, and the white mist is curling up. There is a posture of stealing half a day's leisure.

"Grandmaster."

"Ah, it's little friend Yunjing." Xuan Zhuang waved his hands with a smile, his voice sounded full of energy and toughness, "This is the spring tea from Junshan this year, come and taste it?"

"Yeah." Su Jixian didn't stick to the etiquette, and sat down in front of him, and Lu Lingfeng also sat on the chair beside him after putting away the cloak for him.

Compared with his abbot and junior brother, Xuan Zhuang is more like an eminent monk who has escaped from the world of mortals. He travels all over the world without restraint, and seems to have no ties to him. But not many, Su Jixian counts as one.

Xuanzang washed the cup, and told him about the travel experience, the sound was like the morning bell of the temple, thick and vicissitudes, there is a kind of open-mindedness honed by time, people can't help but gradually calm down.

"Junshan is really a good place for outstanding people. Master Guo can be called a hero of the age. Even the word love can't be surpassed." Xuan Xuan shook his head and smiled, holding the sleeve of his monk's robe and pouring tea, "Speaking of it, You are also young and romantic, do you have a favorite female benefactor?"

Su Jixian took the tea and glanced at him angrily. Although he was still wearing a mask, he felt that Xuan Xuan would know his expression, "A monk still cares about other people's marriages? Besides, I'm so busy, how can I have time to love my sons and daughters?" ?”

Xuan Xuan chuckled, and stopped joking, "Some things are destined to happen, if you can't reverse it with all your strength, you might as well follow the destiny."

"I don't believe in destiny, I only believe in myself." Su Jixian held the cup, and his cold fingertips were warmed up bit by bit, "Even if I can't change it, I will continue to walk, at least this way... I won't be here in the future." You will regret it and ask yourself why you didn’t work harder in the first place.”

Xuanzang sighed, and pushed a plate of fried pine nuts towards him, "Good...why are you so tired?"

"I just..." I don't want to see the troubled times anymore.He closed his eyes and tightened his fingers slightly.

He didn't know if there was something wrong with his reincarnation, he still remembered the memories of the previous two lives.

The doomed general of the first life, after half a lifetime of wandering and war, finally the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed, and he died in battle.The young master of the second generation of the modern family, although sick and weak, is also safe and happy, which makes him even more disgusted with Zhanluan.Now in the third life, he was born in the Tang Dynasty, which was in decline. He knew clearly about the wars in the future, so he couldn't stand by and watch.

"I don't understand what I mean." Xuan Juan drank his tea, didn't try to persuade him, and continued to talk about the interesting things he encountered during his travels.

The two played another game of chess, and Su Jixian got up to say goodbye around noon.

Xuan Juan reached out and flicked the chessboard, and the chess pieces were separated into black and white and slid into the box, "Don't keep them for dinner?"

Su Jixian shook his head, "No, the food at my house is still delicious, do you want to eat at my house?"

"I'd better stay in the temple." Xuan Wang smiled and shook his head, seeing Su Jixian put on a cloak and standing against the light at the door, he suddenly stopped him, "Little friend Yunjing."

Su Jixian looked back at him, asking questions.

He also wore the silver-white mask that covered the upper half of his face. Against the light, his eyes were particularly bright, with a breathtaking charm.

Xuanzang's smile was very light, and his voice was low as if he was worried, "You are only sixteen years old now, but I have seen the vicissitudes of life in your eyes. I don't know what happened to you, but... ...You don't need to put such a big burden on yourself. Huiji will be hurt, and Master Chen is very worried about you."

"...I just want to protect my relatives and live well."

"Aren't you living well now? You are already the master of Yinyuanhui, and you can live in peace for a long time. The temple is deep, why bother to enter here?"

"..." Su Jixian fell silent, his thin lips were slightly hooked, unable to see his expression clearly.

The pine tree outside the house was blown up by the wind, and a yellow leaf fell from the broad bodhi leaf. Because it was the end of spring, only the withered and yellow leaf of bodhi was floating alone in the wind for a while, and slowly fell into the shadow under the tree. In a trance, the sound of dead leaves falling to the ground can be heard.

Light and helpless.

"The world is impermanent, and Xijing is turbulent. Master, let's continue to enjoy the world." He said softly, his voice was soft and hoarse, with the immatureness of a teenager, and his tone and demeanor had a kind of desolation and tiredness, as if The old man who has seen the vicissitudes of the world and the changes in the world, "I will go first, and I will leave. The master does not need to see you off."

Xuan Wang watched his back gradually disappear into the corner of the courtyard, and sighed again.

"Ten feet of soft red, three thousand delusional thoughts, idiot, idiot... Amitabha..."

The author has something to say: The Tang Dynasty seems to use "Lang" or "Langjun" to address men, and I am not sure about the title "Gongzi", anyway, there is such a title in Jiansanli =. =