Baima Weiyang

"Xiao'er..." A green-brown iron-hoofed horse bounced on its back twice in surprise, its slightly curved hocks trembling violently.Suddenly, the horse jumped uncontrollably, and its thick front hooves kicked hard on the colored sculpture of the goddess beside it. "Bang bang bang bang" for a while, the butter lamps under the wooden frame rolled out in all directions, and the waxy yellow grease scattered all over the ground.

I raised my eyes to look at the man who was pulling the rein on the horse, and the soft and beautiful face came into view, and my temples suddenly swelled and ached.Although I don't expect a righteous person like Ultraman to help me, but for a cockroach bully like Lazang, even if his appearance can help me, I still feel so aggrieved...

Turning his head and looking at both sides of the street, several Tibetans who had just been knocked to the ground by the horses were being helped up by the people next to them, with pain and anger on their faces.I secretly took a breath, and couldn't help feeling more and more disgusted.

"Bold slave! Khan's horse won't kneel even after startling it?!" There was a loud shout, and at some time, a few Mongolian soldiers rushed out of the alleyway, holding knives and guns, with fierce faces on their faces.The one who spoke was Jida, holding a long leather whip tightly in his raised right hand. I don’t know if it’s because he was beaten by me before, and now his expression is extraordinarily ruthless.

Seeing the group of people lined up like a flower formation, I suddenly had the urge to laugh... But after thinking about it, isn't this exactly Lazang's style?Wherever he goes, it will be earth-shattering, and he has to bring a "drama team" to accompany him to direct and act...

"That's Diba's entourage?" Turning his head to look at Cangyang Gyatso, seeing him nodding, he followed his gaze, and the person who bumped into his line of sight was a tall Tibetan.About thirty years old, dressed in a navy blue robe, with a broad forehead and square face, a straight nose and thick lips, two sword eyebrows raised slightly, showing a bit of righteousness.Even if surrounded by Mongolian soldiers, his waist is still straight.

"King Khan rode his horse through the streets, what's wrong with his firm praise?!" came the high-pitched voice, but it shook my heart.He is a man of backbone, and he is secretly admiring... "Bold! How dare you speak disrespect to King Khan!" Jida suddenly raised his hand, and the iron-black leather whip swung in a circle in the air with a "hula" , fluttering and ruthlessly landed on Jianzan's broad shoulders.

There was a crisp sound of "snap" and it slid across the eardrums, and I suddenly felt a chill rushing up from the soles of my feet, and unconsciously straightened my body, only to find that the underwear on my back was completely glued to the cold sweat.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I couldn't help shivering.Tsangyang Gyatso noticed my strangeness, reached out and pulled me into his arms, held my cold fingers, and simply put my hands into his sleeves.The warm body temperature passed along the skin without any barriers, and only then did I feel that my breathing became smoother again.After adjusting my mood, I turned my gaze to the center of the street again.

Jian Zan snorted, with a trace of pain in his eyes, but the expression on his face was neither humble nor overbearing.Looking at the long tear on the shirt, I couldn't help but sigh, I can't blame him for being ignorant of current affairs, what Lazang did was obviously a deliberate attempt to find fault... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little Bitterness, such a person, I don't know whether it is pitiful or respectable...

"Pa-pa-pa-" came three loud applause, and Lazang jumped off the horse neatly.The surrounding Mongolian soldiers quickly made way.He walked up to Jianzan in a few steps, the corners of his mouth twitched, but there was no smile in his eyes, "The people raised by Diba are really tough..."

As soon as the words fell, Jianzan suddenly looked serious.I paused, Luo Zhui's face suddenly flashed in my mind, I wanted to smile wryly but I couldn't lift the corner of my mouth for a long time... Although Diba's men have different personalities, they all seem to have one thing in common, that is, absolute loyalty.However, for a master who is about to lose power, it may not be wise to be loyal...

"Hmph..." Thoughts were wandering, but I heard Jianzan sneer, and his clear eyes slowly darkened, "Jianzan has only kneeled down to the gods and Buddhas in his life, and Lord Diba, as for others...no You can kneel!"

"Oh? You don't kneel down even if you make a mistake?" Lhazang raised his eyebrows indifferently, but the sound of gold and stone sounded like a gust of wind, making my whole arm feel chilly.Every time he was extremely angry, there would be no angry expression on his face.Looking at the feminine face as calm as the surface of a winter lake, I just felt my chest twist like a twist.Not only because Jianzan will end badly, but also because this incident is just the beginning of a series of disasters...

"Dare to ask King Khan, what's wrong with Jianzan?!" He raised his voice, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine, "Bakhor Street is originally a narrow aisle, how can King Khan gallop on his horse? If there is a mistake, King Khan should also be blamed." As he spoke, his eyes turned to the Tibetans who fell to the ground just now, and his eyes couldn't help but become darker.

After finishing speaking, there was no sound around.The entire Barkhor Street was silent, except for the signboard flags on the shops on both sides, which were blown by the night wind and made a dull fluttering sound.

Seeing that Lhazang did not speak for a long time, Jida who was next to him raised his hand and threw a whip at Jianzan's face.Unexpectedly, before the hula could be heard in the air, the tail of the whip was tightly grasped by a wide palm.Looking along the solid arm, Lazang glanced at Jida fiercely, "Did the king ask you to do it?! You bastard!"

As he spoke, he kicked him in the abdomen, and with a muffled groan, Jeddah fell out in pain, his face pressed to the ground, his expression a bit blurred.Seeing this scene, Jian Zan's expression remained unchanged, and he still stood with his head held high.

Lhazang casually threw away the whip in his hand, and the smile on his lips was frighteningly cold, "Okay! That's really well said!" He stepped towards Jianzan, stretched out his hand and twisted the hem of his shirt, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes , "It's a pity...you followed the wrong master..."

Jianzan didn't resist or struggle, but a mocking smile appeared on his lips, "King Khan deliberately made things difficult for him. If he wanted to kill him, he would cut him to pieces. Jianzan let him do whatever he wanted."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lazang's eyes darkened, and he stared at Jianzan closely for a while, the emotion in his eyes was covered by a smile again, "It really is a tough one..." He turned around and pulled off a horse from the waist of a Mongolian soldier. With a scimitar on the head, there was a light "ding", and the silver-black scabbard was pulled out, "Then I want to see, is my knife hard or your bones hard!"

"Ah..." I couldn't help screaming, and Tsangyang Gyatso pushed my head back into my arms.He only heard the sound of "pulling" the blade piercing into the flesh, Jianzan choked up and exhaled in pain.When he raised his eyes again, the gleaming scimitar had already sunk into Jianzan's thigh, blood gushed out, and he fell to his knees trembling.

"Come on! Take him away!" Lhazang raised his hand as if nothing had happened and commanded, two Mongolian soldiers hurried forward and dragged Jianzan up one by one.Lhazang snorted coldly, walked a few steps to the iron-shoe horse, turned over and sat on the saddle.Pulling the reins and walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and looked back at Jianzan, "I heard that Diba had a cough again yesterday? He has been working hard for so many years, and it's time for him to take a rest." ..."

The ending sound with a smile was reverberated by the night wind, and passed into my ears like fallen leaves hitting the ground.Looking at the backs of the large group of Mongolian soldiers holding up Jianzan, my heart felt like a drum skin was covered, and I only heard a dull echo after rampaging for a long time.

Turning his head to look at Cangyang Gyatso beside him, he was staring at the direction Lhasa was going away with some ecstasy.I didn't know what to say for a while, and I shook Tsangyang Gyatso's arm until the palm of my hand hurt a little.He turned his gaze back and released my hands from his sleeves.

I leaned on his shoulder on tiptoe, looking back and forth across his cheeks, "What are you thinking about again? Tell me..."

Cangyang Gyatso glanced at me angrily, stretched out his hand and twisted my waist, and I was forced to turn around.The top of my head was suddenly pressed by his chin, which made me tilt my head and shrink my neck.A warm breath came down with the scent of Buddha, "Who will you imitate my speech?!"

"Puchi—" I burst out laughing, feeling hot air penetrate into the back collar, and my back suddenly felt uncomfortable.Just when he wanted to escape, his whole body was hugged.I subconsciously stopped struggling, and reached out to touch Cangyang Gyatso's cheek, an indescribable emotion melted in my heart.After a long silence, I hesitated and said, "...Are you worried about Diba?"

"Hmm." Cangyang Gyatso replied in a low voice, his suppressed voice blurred by the night wind, "His health is getting worse." I sighed secretly, he has to face far more than just It's the torment of illness...

Originally, he wanted to let go of Cangyang Gyatso's thoughts, but unexpectedly, he was infected by his emotions.I turned around Barkhor Street silently all the way, but I couldn't arouse the excitement of watching it anymore.It wasn't until there was a burst of music from Tibetan trumpets with gongs and drums in the Jokhang Temple that my attention was diverted.

Walking along the flow of people, the Jokhang Temple is holding a "Dancing God", dressed in embroidered robes and masks, the dancers are stepping on very primitive steps, singing and dancing.Many Tibetans also twisted their bodies, and the small key bells on the boots made a crisp sound with the dance steps.

The Ghee Lantern Festival is a very important festival for the Tibetans. Tibetans circle around the Buddha to watch the lanterns, singing and dancing all night long.

After looking around for a while, my body gradually became tired.I yawned lazily, I was so tired that I simply turned sideways and squeezed in from Cangyang Gyatso's armpit.Although he disapproved of my bad habit of "seeing stitches at every turn", seeing my sleepy eyes with hazy eyes, he could only reluctantly accept it.

After returning to Zongjiao Lukang, I fell asleep and lay on my side on the couch. Although my eyelids were heavy, my consciousness was in a daze.Occasionally, I opened my eyes and looked, and the figure in front of the desk was shaking.The butter lamp jumped suddenly, so bright that I immediately closed my eyes.Turning to the inside, he fell asleep again.

I don't know when, but I vaguely heard a soft sound of "Hoo...", and the side hall suddenly became dark.There was a sound of clothes and shoes, and the body was gently hugged.Uncomfortably struggling, but fell into a gentle embrace.After finding a comfortable position, I slowly felt my breathing grow longer.

The whole night was intertwined in sporadic and broken dreams, as if an old-fashioned projector was installed in front of my eyes, and various scenes kept rotating and changing.At the moment when I suddenly woke up, the image in my mind suddenly broke like a machine failure, and I couldn't remember anything except the unprepared shock.

Turning to look out the window, the sky is as black as satin.I let out a sigh of relief and raised my hand to wipe my forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.Slowly leaning back to Tsangyang Gyatso's chest, listening to his steady and slight breathing, the beating chest gradually calmed down.Forcing myself to close my eyes, I squinted for a while but couldn't really fall asleep.

Knowing what to do, I couldn't get back my sleepiness, so I simply gave up struggling.He raised his chin and looked at the person who was still asleep. After looking for a long time, he couldn't help rubbing his hand.Gently touching the slight blue blemish on his jaw, an itchy feeling came from his fingertips.After stroking for a long time, Tsangyang Gyatso was still motionless, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Alas... I sighed slightly from the bottom of my heart, and I leaned back on his chest again.The warm body temperature came through the clothes, and my thoughts were a little confused for a while... Although he didn't say anything, I knew very well that Diba must not be able to hide it.Even though Gyalzan, who discovered my whereabouts, had been arrested by Lhazang, he could not have been the only eyeliner on Barkhor Street at that time.

Moreover, I even feel that Diba has discovered my existence long ago, and has not done anything, perhaps because he does not want to turn against Cangyang Gyatso, or for other unknown reasons... It is just the appearance of Jianzan, why is it in At such a juncture?

I've thought about this for a long time but haven't had an answer yet.When I was on Barkhor Street, I wanted to ask Tsangyang Gyatso several times, but after thinking about it, I decided it was better not to say it.This guy has a lot of thoughts in the first place, and there are so many troubles in front of him, I really can't bear to add trouble to him... Well, let's take a step forward!

Taking a few deep breaths slowly, I finally felt a little more comfortable in my heart.Staring obsessively at Tsangyang Gyatso's sleeping face, I suddenly wanted to give him a surprise for no reason. I don't know what his expression will be when he wakes up and sees my bewitched eyes... Thinking of this, I Couldn't help snickering.With hope in my heart, I even became excited when I waited for the dawn.

After an unknown amount of time, a glimmer of light appeared in the sky.Feeling that Tsangyang Gyatso was about to wake up, I quickly adjusted my posture and stared at him with wide eyes.But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't respond.After waiting patiently for a while, I couldn't help feeling something was wrong.

In the past, Tsangyang Gyatso would wake up at dawn.Although I was still soundly asleep, every time I was picked up by him and put on the couch, I still felt a little bit better.Strange...why did he sleep so deeply today? Could it be that he overslept? !What should I do? If I go back late and get caught by the iron rod Lama of the Potala Palace, then something bad will happen!

I suddenly broke out in sweat, turned my head to look at the sky, and it seemed that the fish belly hadn't fully turned up.Turning his gaze back to Tsangyang Gyatso's handsome face, he was sleeping soundly, and I really couldn't bear to wake him up... After thinking about it, calling is always necessary, why not use a gentler way!

I moved lightly, with my limbs spread apart on both sides of his body, and it took me a long time to reach his cheek.She leaned over and kissed his thin lips, and gently tossed and turned a few times, but he still didn't wake up.Suddenly felt that this scene was a bit like "Sleeping Beauty", thinking about it, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, opened his mouth, and his front teeth immediately hit his thin lips.

That pretty brow furrowed slightly, and I was so startled that I leaned back and sat down on his stomach. "Hiss..." There was a sound of breathing, and Cangyang Gyatso opened his eyes in pain.Before I could find an appropriate word to describe my mood at this time, I hurriedly got out of the couch.

I huddled my hands and feet into a ball, only to realize that the pulu blanket had also been rolled down by me.Fearing that he would catch a cold, he immediately raised his hand and moved the blanket back.In fact, I was only wearing a thin underwear, and the cold air rushed in, making me shiver.Just as he was about to sniff, his body was suddenly dragged back onto the couch.

The thick pulu blanket fell on my shoulders, but the sudden temperature made me a little uncomfortable.Bite the bullet and look at Cangyang Gyatso, I secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "You...are you awake?"

"Yeah." He nodded lightly, with a hint of sleepiness in his voice, and when he turned his head to look at me, his brows furrowed again, "I woke up a long time ago, just to see what you want to do."

I was taken aback, and my face flushed immediately after I realized it, "Then...then you saw it?" Cangyang Gyatso didn't answer, but just glanced at me expressionlessly.I was so angry that I didn't dare to make a sound, I raised my hand and touched the tip of my cool nose, my heart was full of mixed feelings... Sigh, I am really a "unlucky prince", it just so happens that this "Sleeping Beauty" has a bad temper good……

Just as he was thinking wildly, Cangyang Gyatso suddenly stood up.I shrank back into the blanket and covered it for a while, watched him put on the cassock, and then got up and started dressing and washing myself.After working for a while, I quietly stood by the door curtain.

Seeing Cangyang Gyatso walking up to me in a few steps, I subconsciously reached out and pulled the door curtain.Seeing the reluctance on my face, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed my lips, and he lingered for a while before pulling me away slightly.The heat on my face subsided, and I flattened my mouth unhappily.Cangyang Gyatso pinched my cheek with his hand, and reprimanded me softly, "Don't mess around."

My heart was being disturbed by the sorrow of parting, and I forgot to cry for a while.When he came back to his senses, he had already snapped off the fingers that were clasped on the edge of the curtain.Seeing that he was about to raise his hand, I immediately opened the curtain quickly.Tsangyang Gyatso sighed softly, then lowered his head and kissed my cheek again, his warm breath slowly swept over my neck, "I will be back as soon as possible."

"Hmm..." I nodded, raised my hand and waved it to him reluctantly.Silently staring at the distant figure, until he turned around the corridor and could see nothing, then absently put down the curtain.

The air-conditioning outside the house was cut off immediately, and I stood there dumbly.The uneven embroidery pattern on the silk surface was pinched in the palm of the hand, and after a while, a circle of sweat soaked out.

In the past, when Tsangyang Gyatso left, I was mostly still immersed in sleep, and it was basically sunny noon when I woke up.It seems that I have stared at his back before, but I have never been so scared like today... I turned my head and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, could it be because of the dark sky...

My mind was in a mess for a while, and I told myself not to think too much, I quickly shook my head vigorously, trying to filter those negative thoughts out of my mind.Nothing happened yet, and I was in a mess first.If it really came... the cold wind blows in through the cracks in the curtains, it makes my back feel chilly, and I don't dare to think about it for a while...

I raised my hand and rubbed my face, walked quickly to the desk, buried my head and copied the scriptures...

As expected, the news that Gyaltsen was arrested by Lhazang Khan immediately spread in Lhasa.After Sanjay Gyatso learned about it, he was more helpless than angry.As long as the last wish of the fifth king is not fulfilled, the conflict between him and Lhazang will not be resolved.It is inevitable to go to war, but in terms of Sanjay Gyatso's current strength, it is far from the time.

Ke Lazang's move was clearly a trap. He intentionally provoked trouble at the grand and grand ceremony of preaching the Dharma, and insulted the regent's entourage in front of so many Tibetans. Jie Gyatso had to show his attitude.Even if he is absolutely unwilling, he must jump into this trap.Lhasa can disregard public anger, but Diba in Tibet cannot.

Forced to do nothing, Sanjay Gyatso could only express his dissatisfaction to Lhazang. With this excuse, Lhazang naturally assembled an army in Damu.Although Sanjay Gyatso had expected it, he still didn't expect Lhazang to act so vigorously.

Lhasa was in a panic all of a sudden.The eminent monks of the Gelug Sect worried that if the two sides fought, it would harm the local area, so Jamyang Sheba, the scripture teacher of Lhazang, stepped forward and went to persuade Lhazang to withdraw his troops.

As far as Lazang is concerned, he must swallow the fat of Tibet completely, but now is not the best time.He also knows very well that if he really wants to mobilize troops, the people's hearts will definitely turn against him.Tibetans have always been resistant to Heshuote Mongolia, and this will only aggravate public grievances.Moreover, if he does not accept the mediation of the Gelug sect, he will offend even more people.As for his scripture teacher, he also had to give him this face.

But, all of this is conditional...

After copying all the scriptures that day, it was already dark.But Tsangyang Gyatso did not come back for a long time, so I couldn't help feeling a little worried.Not daring to go out of Zongjiao Lukang privately, I could only sit on the corridor and look at the five-hole stone arch bridge from a distance.

I don't know how long it took, I huddled tiredly and leaned against the pillar of the corridor, looking around aimlessly, but the crimson cassock suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.Standing up as if getting an electric shock, he ran over and hugged Tsangyang Gyatso's waist tightly, only then did he finally feel relieved of his long-uneasy heart...

I thought he would take me into the house, but just as I was about to lift the curtain, my arm was grabbed by him from behind.Cangyang Gyatso hugged me and sat on the corridor, his arms tightly encircling my body, which seemed to form an invisible barrier, separating all the cold winter air.

I quietly inhaled the fragrance of Buddha on his body, and a comfortable feeling spread to all limbs along the meridians.Tsangyang Gyatso leaned over to lean against me, and the slight blemish on my chin touched my cheek from time to time, which hurt a little, but I didn't want to avoid it at all.A series of delicate kisses landed on my skin disorderly, and the hot and humid feeling wrapped me tightly with itching.

They talked with their foreheads touching, and they were so close that they could hear their breath.Tsangyang Gyatso asked me trivial questions in a low voice, and every time I answered a long list of them.Seeing his gradually relaxed expression, the corners of my mouth raised unconsciously...

"What does this expression mean?" I stared at him in a daze, and my heart was filled with indescribable emotions.Cangyang Gyatso buried his head and kissed my neck, and after a while, a somewhat hoarse voice came from his ear, "This is called doting, a man's doting."

I was stunned, and the scene in front of me was suddenly blurred in a piece of water.Clinging to his neck with both hands, I responded enthusiastically, as if my beating heart was about to beat out of my chest.His back was pressed tightly against his knees, the fiery kiss became more and more chaotic, I panted slightly in pain, and felt more and more depression slowly spread into my body along his thin lips... …

After sitting on the corridor until late at night, Cangyang Gyatso carried me into the side hall with sleepy eyes in his arms.He was laid down on the couch in a dazed state, whispers could be faintly heard beside his ears, the voice was gentle but indistinct...I couldn't explain why, but I didn't dare to listen carefully for a while.I turned over unconsciously, my thoughts stumbled for a long time but I was still just sleeping lightly...

Although he didn't say anything, I already guessed what happened.After all, Sanjay Gyatso missed the position of Diba, and this was the condition for Lhazang to agree to withdraw his troops.For this result, Sanjay Gyatso, who has been in the political arena for many years, had expected it. No matter how his heart fluctuated, he naturally accepted it on the surface.

It's just that political struggle is never a one-shot deal. Sanjay Gyatso's compromise was out of helplessness, but this does not mean that he will back down to the end.He may not be regent, but the next Diba must be succeeded by his son Ngawang Rinchen.

In this matter, Lhazang had already gained the upper hand, and he knew that he couldn't have a long look at Shu, so he readily agreed to the proposal.What's more, when the tree falls and the monkeys scatter, except for the big tree Sangye Gyatso, the remaining forces will disappear in smoke one day.

When I learned all this, I carefully recalled the biography of Tsangyang Gyatso that I had read in modern times, checked the parts I remembered, and found that except for the details, they were basically the same.Faced with this result, I couldn't tell whether I was happy or sad, but after thinking about it all, Ngawang Rinchen's handsome face somehow appeared in my mind...

No matter how much he didn't like it, how unsuitable he was, he still took this path after all.When I was alone in Zongjiao Lukang, I would often think of the days in Drepung Monastery, and the scene of saying goodbye to Ngawang Rinchen in the Gesang Tavern. What exactly is the agreement between Gyatso.Maybe it's a bit presumptuous to take all the responsibilities on myself.But among the external forces that pushed him to Diba's position, I definitely gave him a big push...

I have never seen any books about Ngawang Rinchen's life in modern times, and the only understanding of him is that he is the son of Sangye Gyatso and has been a diba for two years.Even his final ending, I don't know.It can be carefully speculated that even if Ngawang Rinchen can't stop Erizang's tyrannical temperament, he will definitely not end well.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. I was worried about Ngawang Rinchen's fate, but also had some inexplicable emotions...I didn't know whether to admire Sanjay Gyatso's greatness or to blame him for his cruelty.He knew that Ngawang Rinchen didn't like officialdom, but he still let him wade into this muddy water.Perhaps behind every great leader, there are a few close relatives who were sacrificed and abandoned...

Will I become the one behind Tsangyang Gyatso one day...

"Alas..." I sighed for a long time, and rubbed my forehead distractedly.Turning over on the couch, there was a sudden "creak" sound.I froze for a moment, and gently propped up my upper body with my arms, and looked carefully at the slightly shaking couch below me.Could it be that it was overloaded to bear the weight of two people for a long time, and now it is about to collapse? !

Thinking about it, I can't help feeling a little scared.But there is only such a place to lie down in the whole side hall, and the sandalwood rocking chair in the outer room makes my back hurt after sleeping for a long time.I really didn't want to wake up, I twisted my body and shook it twice, feeling that the pile of unidentified logs would not be loose enough to fall apart, so I simply lay back down again.

There was a whimpering sound of paper being crumpled behind my spine, I raised my shoulders, and took a long time to pull out Lan Pier's "Poetry".I opened it and searched for a while, then continued to study.

"Poetry Realm" is an ancient Indian literary theory work. In the early thirteenth century, Sakya Pandita Gongga Gyaltsen translated it to Tibet. It had a great impact on Tibetan classical literature, especially poetry aesthetics. Influence.But the reason I studied it was because this book had a great influence on Tsangyang Gyatso.

Mahayana Buddhism advocates actively benefiting all living beings, and takes the five wisdoms as the content that students must learn.One of the five Mings is a statement, which is the study of writing, grammar and phonology.Cangyang Gyatso first came into contact with "Poetic Realm" because of the practice of the statement, which is also the enlightenment book for his poetry creation.

I really wanted to study this work in modern times, but I couldn’t find a Chinese translation. Now that I have the Tibetan version, I can finally read some.Tsangyang Gyatso saw that I rarely had books of interest other than his poetry anthology, so he let me read them.I was afraid that I would be scolded for asking some silly questions, so most of the time I was thinking about it alone.

"Aha—" The body yawned uncontrollably, and the water in the eyes suddenly blurred.Stretching out my hand and rubbing my eyelids, I looked up at the statues of the Eighteen Arhats on the satin curtain. My gaze swept around inside, and then I reluctantly moved back to the "Poetry Land" in my hand.

In the past few days, I have been bored in Zongjiao Lukang almost all day and all night, and I haven't even stepped out of the door of the side hall.If it was said that he did this in the past to avoid being discovered by Sanjay Gyatso, then he did it now purely to save his own life.

Although Sanjay Gyatso stepped down from the position of Diba, the real power is still in his hands.As far as his loyalty to the Fifth Emperor is concerned, he will definitely remove all stumbling blocks on Tsangyang Gyatso's way to power before he loses power.And among this pile of stumbling blocks, besides Lhazang, the second one is me...

Hiding like this all day long is not a solution after all, but it just so happens that no better way can be found.Cangyang Gyatso just told me that I was not allowed to go out every day, and he didn't say anything else.For me, life is actually the same as before, but the mental torture is much more severe.

Knowing that someone is going to do everything possible to get rid of you, but you don't know when he will do it, the feeling of fear is like waiting for your aunt.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sneered and pulled the corner of my mouth...

Turning over a page of the blueprint in his hand, he propped his arms to a more comfortable position, and the couch under him was shaken again with a soft "creak".I stopped my movements uneasily, thinking that at night I must persuade Tsangyang Gyatso to change this couch, and it would be better to get a more comfortable double couch, the kind that can roll around at will...

Huh?What is this sound?Suddenly I heard a slight sound, I shook my body suspiciously, it seemed that it was not the sound from the couch.He hurriedly turned over and got off the couch, and carefully placed "Poetry" on the low table beside him.Following the source of the sound, I slowly walked to the Eighteen Arhats curtain.

I pricked up my ears and listened carefully, and I suddenly froze... It seemed to be the sound of footsteps, and the rustling sound was deliberately silenced.Who will it be?Apart from me in the side hall, only Tsangyang Gyatso and Danba would come in, but the footsteps didn't seem to be theirs... I was so anxious that my nose burst into sweat, and my heart twisted like a twist ...

My temples were throbbing, I tried to take a deep breath, the cool air sank into my lungs, bringing a slight pain.After thinking about it, it's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, the inside is a confined space, there is nowhere to escape, it might as well... Gritting my teeth, I hold my fast-beating heart with one hand, and stir it up with the other. The satin curtain.

I thought it would be a killer with a ferocious face, but unexpectedly, it was the handsome figure in crimson red. I was stunned for a long time before I realized it, "Why are you back?"

Cangyang Gyatso didn't speak, but walked towards me.Seeing that his expression was normal, I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but my eyes fell on his lama boots as he stepped into the threshold, but my heart was suddenly startled... No, he never walked in, and the voice just now...

My mind suddenly became a mess, and I didn't have time to think, "Dolma!" I snarled in my ear, and I froze in place. I only felt that my waist was grabbed by a strong force, and my body was turned around. My back rubbed against the sharp corner of the desk, and there was a sharp pain... The familiar fragrance of Buddha came to my face, I half opened my eyes that were closed due to fear, but before I could see clearly, there was a "呲啦" sound of the cloth ripping son came.

The restraint around his waist was suddenly loosened, but his right wrist was grabbed by something.I wanted to struggle, but my vision blurred out of the corner of my eye. "Ah..." I fell down on the ground of Aga unsteadily. I tried to straighten my upper body with my arms, but unexpectedly, my right wrist felt a sharp pain.Opening up the sleeves, five fiery red finger marks were clearly engraved on the fair skin.

Ignoring the pain, I looked up to find Tsangyang Gyatso.He was standing a few steps away, his eyes fell on the top of my head, his black eyes were as cold as iron.I was stunned for a moment, I stumbled and wanted to stand up, when I tilted my head, the cold blade suddenly touched my throat...