marry a monk

A face as handsome as jade, cold and domineering.He, he, he...

Isn't it Prince Desheng?What is he?Didn't you lead the army to fight?why here?

He was looking at himself, his calm eyes revealing a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

"Haha, so it's you, no wonder it feels familiar, it really is." The Holy King touched his bald head and tried to smooth things over, but he complained in his heart. It was a coincidence that he was squeezed on the same horse last time, and this time he had to squeeze again.

The prince also seemed to feel that something was wrong with the person in front, and asked in a deep and abrupt voice, "You don't want to ride a horse with me?"

"Who said that?" The Holy King denied with a stiff smile on his face, "No, there's nothing wrong, just squeeze together to keep warm, and immediately the wind is strong and it's cold."

He was talking nonsense in a serious manner, and there was an ice lump behind him, and it would only get colder and colder with him.Instead of grinding your feet, it's better to squeeze. Who is afraid of others? If you haven't squeezed a woman, haven't you squeezed a man?

Shengwang comforted himself, thinking of Antai, they often slept together when they were young, men crowded men and he crowded too many, this one is not bad.

The prince remained silent, and the corner of his mouth curled into an arc that even he himself could not easily detect.

"Where are we going?" asked the Holy King.

"The battlefield." The prince said.

"The battlefield?" The Holy King asked inexplicably, "Seeing that you are in a hurry, is there anything urgent?"

"En." The prince replied and stopped talking.

It turned out that not long after Siqin Desheng left, Andu Liuqing let out the smoke.When he saw the beacon, the prince knew that something big was not good. With Andu Liuqing's character, if there was no serious matter, he would not easily let off the smoke, and there was Hua Qianyi as a forward.I don't know what's going on there, so I have to go back as soon as possible.

It is said that the prince marched to Chewuguan with an army of 25. In order not to disturb the local people, they found a good terrain to set up camp outside the city, sent troops to rescue Siqin Boye, and took Feng Bomang under their account as a deputy forward. , And put the soldiers under the king of the south into his generals, and take back the seventeen cities lost by the king of the south in one go.

The army marched straight in, and was considering whether to directly attack the capital of Cheqian, to give them a warning, but they heard the report from the soldiers, saying that the sage king's valet wanted to see him.

In the inn, An Taizheng couldn't hold back the Holy King, so he had to leave aggrievedly, and went all the way to the battlefield in the rut of the brigade of soldiers and horses. If the Holy King acted like this, he must be in trouble, and the only one who can save him is the prince.

"My lord is well." Antai saluted him.

"You come here..." The prince was curious about how a monk ran to the battlefield: "Where is your King Mo?"

"My lord, I'm here to beg you for my family King Mo, please save my family's holy king quickly, he is in danger." An Tai's face was full of anxiety.

"What's the matter with him?" The prince's heart moved, thinking of his sunny smiling face.

"My King Mo has returned to the Holy Palace, saying that he wants to expose the fact that the elder protectors lied to the people."

"What?" The prince was shocked, he never expected that this monk would act so unrulyly, that he would not die and be injured even if he was alone.

"The Holy King is undoubtedly hitting a stone with an egg. Thousands of years of customs and religious beliefs cannot be resolved with a few words. He did what he should do, but the consequences were very serious."

"My lord, hurry up and save him, he will die." An Tai knelt down with a puff, he couldn't imagine that the sage king could escape unscathed after doing such a shocking thing.

"My king knows, you go and rest first." Siqin Desheng signaled Siqin'an to take Antai down with his eyes.

Si Qin An originally had a crush on An Tai, and wished he could talk and get together with him.He happily saluted and pulled An Tai out together.

Siqin Desheng immediately recruited Andu Liuqing and Hua Qianyi, saying that he would go out for a few days.

Andu Liuqing and Hua Qianyi were shocked when they heard that the coach was leaving.Marching and fighting, the two armies are facing each other, there is no reason for the commander to leave. The commander plays an extremely important role in the whole army by strategizing and winning thousands of miles.

"Cousin, no matter what happens, you can't leave. Once the news of the commander's departure is released, it will affect the morale of the army. We are afraid that the enemy will surprise us and surprise us. How will we explain to the emperor?" An Tu Liu Qing would not let Siqin Desheng leave no matter what.

"Yes, my lord, we managed to regain the seventeen lost cities of the Southern King. What should we do if there is an accident after you leave?" Hua Qianyi also persuaded.

"Don't worry too much about the Holy King. After all, he is a Holy King. After being appointed by the emperor, the elders and masters will not embarrass him too much. We can go after we finish this battle." Antu Liuqing analyzed the current situation .

"We have captured seventeen cities now, and we can drive the Seventh Prince of Cheqian Kingdom out of the border one step further. At that time, we can send our troops back to the court in advance to save the Holy King."

"You don't have to worry, this king will be away for at most three days, only three days, and he will definitely come back. And although this king has left the army, the other king is still there." Si Qin Desheng looked at them meaningfully, with confidence in his mind.

After the prince finished speaking, he made a gesture, and a young soldier who was about the same size as him walked in outside the tent. Siqin Desheng took out a soft dough from his arms and gently opened it. The two saw that the dough was exactly the same as the prince .He looked at the prince in astonishment, not knowing what he wanted to do.

The prince gently applied the same piece of dough as himself on the young soldier's face.The dough is finely crafted and lifelike, once applied, and with their very similar figures, even Andu Liuqing and Hua Qianyi can't tell who they are.

The prince admired his masterpiece confidently, kept nodding, and then took out another face from his bosom. This face was very similar to the soldier just now, and the prince spread it on his face.

Changing identities so easily.

"You can't spend half a step in these three days." The prince ordered the soldier: "Put on my king's armor and sit in the army."

The soldiers nodded respectfully and agreed.

"If an outsider asks, just say that this king has an asthma attack, and there is no need to say anything else." Si Qin Desheng said to Andu Liuqing and Hua Qianyi.

"King Antu, you are the deputy commander. For three days after this king leaves, everything in the army will be under your command."

"Yes." Andu Liuqing responded with a bow.

"General Hua, strengthen your guard. If the enemy attacks in a small area, we will only defend. If it is a large-scale attack, use the beacon as a signal, and the king will rush back immediately."

"Siqin'an..." Siqin Desheng shouted outside.

"Here we come..." Si Qin'an and An Tai were chatting happily outside, when the lord shouted, they were startled, and hurriedly ran in: "What is the lord's order?"

"During these three days, there should be a smell of boiled medicine in the army. It doesn't need to be too much, just once a day."

"But my lord, you're not sick, why are you cooking medicine?" Si Qin'an asked puzzled.

"Go as soon as I tell you, your lord is in a hurry to be a hero to save the beauty?" Andu Liuqing teased.

"Yes." Si Qinan made a face at Andu Liuqing and walked out.

After arranging everything, Siqin Desheng took off his battle armor, put on light clothes, and walked out of the tent.Siqin Desheng was meticulous and thoughtful, and guessed all kinds of accidents that would happen after he left, so he used a substitute to sit in the army instead of himself to stabilize the army's morale.

Thinking that it was too late to rush from the border to the Snowy Holy Palace, even though his BMW traveled thousands of miles a day, he couldn't wait for a moment. With his Sun Chasing Sword, he finally flew to the Qingxu Temple within half a day.

He dressed up as a believer and stood in the front hall of Qingxu Hall with his own eyes, watching the holy king walking slowly. At this time, the holy king was solemn and noble, wearing a golden cassock, a crown on his head, and all kinds of jewelry on his body. Yingluo, the wind of a noble king will never be under her.

Looking at him again, he has no other distractions, his face is full of sunshine, like a lotus flower just rising from the lake, fresh and refined, people can't take their eyes off it.

For some reason, when I saw him, I always had an inexplicable feeling in my heart. This feeling was very strange, and I couldn't explain it.As long as he is there, my heart will be very peaceful, and there will be an inexplicable joy slowly rising. Is this the happy Buddha he said?Will you like him?Feeling over here, I was shocked by the thought.

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"You know how to blow the xun?" The prince asked as the two walked into the military tent side by side.

"Oh, I know a little bit, I read a lot of scriptures, and I play it when I'm bored." Shengwang said with a smile.

In the tent, Antai saw the Holy King happily ran over and hugged him: "King Mo, it's great that you are finally back, Antai was worried to death." Antai hugged the Holy King to his chest forcefully.

"Antai." The Holy King also hugged him: "Fortunately, we split up that day, otherwise no one would have tipped off the news and no one would have rescued me."

When the holy king said this, he glanced at the prince, his eyes were full of joy.Seeing their intimacy, the prince's face evened out the arc that had been raised with great difficulty.

"Holy King, you must be tired after traveling all the way. I'll help you boil a basin of hot water to wash your face. How about taking a rest?" An Tai asked.

"Okay, I'm so sleepy after not sleeping for a few days." The Holy King muttered, wishing he could immediately fall asleep on Antai's body.

"Hey, hey, King Mo..." An Tai hurriedly helped him up, "I'll go to bed after I've washed up all the way."

"Haha, I'm just kidding." The Holy King pushed him away and blinked, "Wait for your hot water."

"Okay, King Mo will go to the meeting first." An Tai nodded vigorously.

"Would you like to go out for a walk?" Siqin Desheng asked in a low voice, as if he didn't want to see the two of them being intimate.

"Okay." The Holy King agreed happily.

Walking out of the tent, the soldiers outside were busy training with high spirits, shouting "Han" during the drill.

"Other officers and soldiers charged into the battle shouted to charge and kill. Why did your generals only shout 'Han?' What does this Chinese character mean?" The Holy King asked curiously.

"The sound of the Chinese character means victory in the ancient Chinese language, and they shouted 'Han' to mean victory." The prince explained.

"You might as well call him King of the Han family, the prince of the Han family army." The holy king looked up at him.

"This is impossible. Although the Han family army is a government soldier, it takes protecting the emperor as the first task. I think the king of the Han family is suspected of misbehavior. It is better to win the king. The winner has no boundaries and is invincible forever." The prince said seriously.

The holy king stared at him with a smile on his face: "Hello King Sheng, always win."

"I'm Prince Desheng." He lowered his eyes, lowered his eyebrows and corrected his address.

"Is there a difference? The prince of Desheng is the king of victory, you are the only one left with virtue, and you are the king of remnants."

He smiled and walked away, leaving him standing there blankly.

After walking around, he found that the prince was still standing there, so he couldn't help waving his hands and shouting: "Come here, there is a fragrance coming over there, go and have a look." The holy king pointed to a tent that was emitting a burst of cooking smoke.

The prince had no choice but to follow up: "You have received the imperial title anyway, you are the majestic king of one party, loved by all people, why don't you even choose a good follower?" He looked at Antai who was busy boiling water in the distance.

"Why do you want to follow your followers? Those are just illusions to decorate your own appearance and crown yourself."

The Holy King glanced at his pensive face, as if he understood what was on his mind, and explained, "Antai is my brother, not my follower."

The prince's face sank again.

Quickly turned to the tent that was emitting a scent, the Holy King stepped in and said, "It smells so good, what is there to eat?"

Before the words were finished, someone inside accidentally poured a basin of dirty water, and it was about to splash on the Holy King. The prince had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and pulled him over.

Pulled suddenly by the prince, the unprepared Holy King staggered and lost his center of gravity, and he jumped into the arms of the prince, but fortunately, the prince held him firmly with both hands.

The cooks in the tent were stunned when they saw the prince suddenly appear in the kitchen tent, and they were even more stunned when they saw the agile prince.It took a while for the cooks to come back to their senses, and they came over in fear and asked, "No, it didn't splash on you, did it?"

"Ha..." As if waking up from a dream, the Holy King stood up straight with his head held high and his chest held high, trying to smooth things over: "It's okay, you cooks are really good at splashing water."

"I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry." The cooks were busy apologizing.

The prince glanced at the cooks sharply, and walked out without saying a word.

"It's okay, it's okay. Keep busy." The Holy King also followed out.

The two turned to the hillside behind the camp, stood on a high place, and looked into the distance. At this time, it was winter, and everything was sluggish, with broken leaves and gusts of cold wind.

"Let's play a tune." The prince involuntarily tightened his collar, feeling the chill.

"You mean blowing the xun?" asked the sage king. Apart from blowing the xun, he didn't know any other musical instruments.

"..." The prince was silent.

"From now on, it's very windy here." The Holy King said, "Your body is not suitable for blowing wind here. Go back."

The holy king was about to go back as he said that, but after walking a few steps, he found that the prince didn't follow, but stood there and watched him without saying a word.

"Okay, okay, just play one song, and then go back after playing, or you will be out of breath again." Seeing his cold eyes, the Holy King couldn't help but compromise.

Gently took out the blackened Xun from his bosom, the body of the Xun had been polished extremely smooth, presumably this Xun had been with the owner for a long time.

With a low sound, the little Xun made a deep and melodious sound, like the sound from the sky, and like the burning sound of an ancient temple, deep and shocking, directly hitting the heart.Sometimes it is like a small bridge and flowing water, and sometimes it is like a galloping horse, high and excited.

For a while, the prince could hear God.

In front of my eyes, there are two chasing youths riding horses in the grassland and on the snow. They are heroic and passionate, and they soar freely between the sky and the earth.

"Ah..."

A sneeze interrupted the ecstasy of the Holy King, he stopped and looked up at him, two hot snots were hanging from his nose uncontrollably.

"Look at you, I told you not to blow the wind here." The holy king put away the xun, took out a brown monk's scarf, and carefully wiped his two noses.

"..." The prince was motionless, like a stake.

"Go back quickly, I have to listen to some Xun, now I'm fine, I'm not sick or happy, right?" the Holy King nagged.

"It's okay." Seeing him wiping his nose earnestly, the prince felt uncomfortable all over his body for the first time. His body was very warm, like a stove warming himself. He took his monk's towel and wiped his nose. The eyes couldn't bear to move away.

"Just right, Antai is boiling hot water. Go back and take a hot bath to get rid of the cold, and then drink some ginger water to sleep. Then you will be fine." The holy king ordered, as if he was the only king here.

"It's good to listen to your music." The prince usually doesn't talk much, but often suddenly comes out with a surprising sentence.

"You like listening to music, no wonder you went to the theater on your birthday." Sheng Wang said with a smile.

Hearing this, the prince's face sank again, how can listening to music be the same as listening to opera?

"Go." He said lightly.