marry a monk

In the blink of an eye, it was Siqin Desheng's 20th birthday. The emperor, Siqin Anran, held a family banquet for him in his year of crowning. Siqin Desheng's mother and father, the emperor's uncle and queen, and the emperor's aunt An Tu were present. Ruyue, cousin Andu Liuqing, Little Queen Yueyin, Siqin Pingting, Hua Qianyi and so on.

What Ling Siqin Desheng didn't expect was that the emperor's uncle held another religious event for him, and specially invited the elders, masters, and holy kings of the Snowy Holy Palace to come and pray for him.

"Desheng, you go to the Desheng Hall at the back to have a look. The religious activities over there have begun. This time, the Holy King of the Snowy Holy Palace is praying for you. You also go to worship the Lord of Heaven and Earth, all Buddhas and gods, and bless you. Your ineffective body will recover as soon as possible, the emperor and I still want to hold our nephews."

Si Qin Anran made fun of him and seemed weak.

"What, the Holy King is here too?"

Siqin Desheng was stunned, didn't he escape?Did he get caught again?Although I want to see him, I still don't want him to be taken back.

Without waiting for the emperor to reply, he hastily turned to the harem, where the venue for the ritual ceremony has been set up in the Desheng Hall, with a golden platform and high candles, surrounded by cigarettes.

The holy king is dressed in a maroon monk's uniform, a golden stupa hat on his head, glazed beads around his neck, and a jade beads bracelet in his hand, looking dignified and dignified.

He sits on the main seat of the Dharma field, cross-legged, folds his hands together, closes his eyes and lowers his eyes, his eyebrows are picturesque, noble and elegant, his long eyelashes are tighter because of his closed eyes, his lips are thin and soft, his face is kind, sincerely Tathagata Buddha son, majestic and elegant.

Seemingly stunned, Siqin Desheng paused for a while before recovering, stepped over and stood in front of him.

It felt like the light dimmed in front of my eyes, and someone was coming.Sheng Wang opened his eyes, and a ray of sunshine appeared on his face: "It's you, we meet again." He laughed.

"..." The prince was silent, but he couldn't conceal the joy in his heart.

"Today is your birthday. I wish you a long life and good health. Come and sit down instead of standing." The holy king stretched out his white and soft hand, patted the side of his seat, and signaled him to come over.

"..."

Siqin Desheng didn't move, just looked at him quietly, it was him, the little monk who kicked Cuju with him.I haven't seen each other in ten years, but it's like this when we meet again. He is still sunny and smiling, and he is still the sick prince.

"What's the matter with you?" The Holy King felt that his expression was wrong.

"Today is your birthday, don't worry about anything, don't worry about it, just be happy. As long as you are happy, healthy and smooth on your birthday, then everything will go well throughout the year.

"Didn't you escape? Why did you come back to practice?" His voice was like a subwoofer with strong magnetism, showing traces of worry.

"Hey, the sky is big, but the birds can't fly. There are skynets and traps everywhere, and you can't escape for a while." Sighing lightly, the Holy King still looked calm and calm.

"What are you going to do in the future? Return to the Snowy Holy Palace?"

"It depends on the situation. There is always a chance. How long you can avoid it. This is life. You have to face it. Don't you think so?" His clear eyes made the prince lower his eyes.

"Did you ever enter the imperial palace when you were a child and pray for my birthday rituals?"

"Haha, my lord, you don't have a clue when you ask this question. I have done so many rituals since I was a child. How can I remember so many elixir and holy water?"

"Then do you remember playing Cuju with a young man in the palace?" The prince further reminded, his eyes seemed to become brighter.

"Kick Cuju?" The Holy King thought for a while, his eyes were blurred, he couldn't remember anything, he shook his head lightly: "I can't remember, my lord, what are you doing?"

I just said that I was ill and lost my memory, so it turns out that you don't remember either.Siqin Desheng lowered his eyes, his face returned to a cold expression, he felt a dull air in his stomach rushing to his chest, couldn't help panting again, and gently put his hand on his chest to stroke the strand for himself. Hold your breath.

"Go for a walk, you are not suitable to stay here, the smog here will aggravate your condition." The Holy King saw his strangeness.

Siqin Desheng was silent, and silently walked towards the lawn of the harem.He thought, he could always recall it when he arrived on the lawn.After walking for a while, I realized that there was no movement behind. When I turned around, I found that the Holy King hadn't followed, so I couldn't help but stop again.

At this time, Si Qin An came from behind and called him with a cheerful face: "My lord, I heard that the Holy King of the Snowy Sacred Palace is here. Has An Tai come? Have you seen him? Where is he?"

Siqin Desheng looked at him coldly, meaning, why did you ask me when you asked Antai? How do I know if he is here?

Seeing his cold expression, Si Qin'an immediately understood that he had asked the wrong person. The servant asked the master, and only he could do this.

Si Qin'an and Siqin Desheng have completely different personalities, one is cold and indifferent, the other is gentle and mellow. In this regard, Si Qin'an and Sheng Wang are somewhat similar.

"Go over there and ask." Siqin Desheng looked at the little holy king in the hall, as if expecting him to come out.

"This king hasn't seen any Tai." This was the first time he didn't kill Si Qin'an instantly with his eyes.

"Okay." Si Qin'an responded and left.

"Little Sage King Sheng'an." Si Qin'an was well-behaved, sensible, and quick-witted. While greeting the Sage King, his eyes searched for An Tai's shadow.

"Is there something wrong?" The Holy King looked up at him.

"Where's An Tai? I want to play with him." Si Qin'an was honest.

"He..." The Holy King hesitated, not knowing how to speak, the light in his eyes faded: "In the future, I will have a chance to see you in the future."

"What's the matter with him? Why didn't he come with you?" Si Qin'an asked.

This time it was the Holy King's turn to lower his eyes. After Antai escaped with him last time, he was captured by the disciples of the elders and masters of the Snowy Sacred Palace not long after.I am a holy king anyway, and the elders and masters didn't have too many embarrassments, at most they just said a few more words.

"The holy king will stay in the holy palace well in the future. All the people in this world are still waiting for the protection and blessing of the holy king. Without the holy king, they cannot survive."

Although Na Lou bowed slightly to him, the contempt and arrogance on his face showed that he did not take the Holy King seriously.

"In the future, without the consent of our East Hall and West Hall, in order to ensure the safety of the Holy King, I also ask the Holy King not to leave the palace at will." Yulang also played both soft and hard ways.

The Holy King didn't care about these words. He believed that there would always be opportunities, and he couldn't act too hastily. Opportunities always happened when no one was paying attention.

Antai was miserable, because he ran away without permission, so he was severely punished. He was beaten with fifty boards and lay down for a month before he could barely get up.He cannot participate in this ritual activity, and the elders and masters do not allow him to participate.

Ordinary monks make twenty or thirty board mistakes and settle down, but Antai has doubled. The Holy King applied herbal medicine to him many times before he got better.

"He locked it up?" At some point, Siqin Desheng followed in, and the magnetic sound like a subwoofer swayed in the air.Since knowing that he was captured by the elders, he guessed the result.

"..." The Holy King nodded speechlessly.

"You don't want to go back." Siqin Desheng said.

"Not going back? But where can I go?" The Holy King said to himself: "Yes, hide yourself, or the thousands of believers in the Snowy Holy Palace will find it sooner or later." The Holy King continued to meditate.

hide?Siqin Desheng frowned slightly, how could a living person hide?

"Where is he locked up? I'll rescue him." Si Qin'an became anxious for a moment, and approached the Holy King to ask.

"I'm afraid it won't help if you save him, he won't be able to walk." The Holy King comforted: "This matter can't be rushed, there must be a buffer of time, otherwise it will only lead to bad things."

"Then when can we rescue him?" Si Qin'an asked persistently.

Before the Holy King could reply, Si Qin'an immediately shut up when he saw Si Qin Desheng's fierce gaze killing him instantly.

Although Si Qin'an's personality is out of character, he is a servant after all, no matter how good his master treats him, he can't be too presumptuous.

While everyone was talking, outside the house, Siqin Pingting walked gracefully holding a baby girl with a smile on her face.

"Brother Changsheng, help me hold Little Princess Yueyin first. Today is your birthday, so Pingting will go back and get something."

Siqin Pingting's eyes flickered, her already white face blushed, she handed little princess Yueyin into his arms, turned around and walked away quickly.

"The lips are red without pimples, the eyebrows are green without painting, the breath is like orchids, the branches are like willows, and the skin is like creamy fat. She is really the reincarnation of a fairy. Who is this girl? She has a very good face?" The little sage king admired sincerely. .

When Siqin Desheng heard this, his face sank, his eyes turned cold, he glanced at him, and walked out without saying a word, hugging little princess Yueyin.

Sitting on the crossbar in the corridor was much more comfortable. He really couldn't stand the billowing smoke in the hall, and he was so choked that he couldn't breathe.

"She is the number one beauty in our Chiwu Kingdom, Princess Siqin Pingting, and also our prince's cousin." Si Qin'an looked at her back and introduced.

"Our princess doesn't have to worry about getting married. With so many royal relatives and nobles, which one doesn't like and which one doesn't admire?"

"Indeed, this girl should only exist in the sky, how often do you see her in the world?" The little saint king took a look at Siqin Desheng and followed him, as if deliberately teasing him and the princess: "It's a date, good things are about to come in pairs. In the year of the crown, it is time to start a family and start a business."

"It's nonsense." Siqin Desheng turned to ignore him.

"Haha, you're shy." Little Saint King's face was full of sunshine, and when he smiled, he could wrinkle a pool of spring water. Siqin Desheng couldn't help but let go of his tense face when he saw it.

The little princess Yueyin is a girl under the age of [-], with a pink face and a pair of small hands dancing upright.

Siqin Desheng didn't put his mind on the little princess at all, and he couldn't help being distracted when he heard the little saint king say that Pingting was beautiful.

As the weather turned colder, Pingting put a hat on the little princess Yueyin. The prince was distracted, and the hat covered the little princess's eyes at some point. It was pitch black, and she was waving her hands vigorously.

"You still say no, you don't even know that the child is covered with a hat?" The little holy king looked down at the little princess, straightened her hat, and picked her up.

"Oh, this girl looks good. She has big eyes and a round face. She has the appearance of a Bodhisattva. When she grows up, she will be blessed and live forever." As soon as the girl came into the arms of the holy king, she giggled without teasing her face with joy.

"Happy to the Buddha, if you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, you will become a great weapon in the future." The holy king praised.

At this time, Siqin Pingting came from the room, holding a small white square scarf in her hand, pulled Siqin Desheng aside, blushing, and carefully handed it to him.

"Brother Changsheng, for your birthday, Pingting has nothing to give you, so I can only embroider a square scarf for you." Her voice was like a yellow warbler, sweet and tactful.

Siqin Desheng glanced at her unrolled square scarf, a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on the soft and white cloth were playing with each other in a pool of spring water.

"Pingting, from now on these tasks will be done by maids of honor. You don't have to do this for me. You are my younger sister. You don't have to worry about anything, just be happy." Siqin Desheng didn't take the scarf.

"Brother Changsheng, this is my whole heart. The embroidery is very serious. It took a long time to embroider it. You must accept it." She whispered softly, sweet as honey.

"cousin……"

In the distance, Andu Liuqing's call was heard, and he glanced at him, and he was walking gracefully, dressed in a light white robe, looking handsome and unrestrained, with the same carefree appearance.

"Cousin, I have arranged for an opera troupe to sing, do you want to watch it?" He asked loudly.

Siqin Desheng glanced at Siqin Pingting: "Pingting, Brother Changsheng has something else to do, let's go first."

After speaking, he walked towards Andu Liuqing, leaving behind Siqin Pingting with a disappointed expression.Walking up to Andu Liuqing, he asked, "You hired a theater troupe? Where is it?"

"I'm setting up a stage in the side hall. I heard that there are a lot of handsome guys in the troupe this time, and they sing very well. There are all kinds of plays by Mu Guiying, Fan Lihua, She Taijun, Chang'e Flying to the Moon, and Shuanglong Xizhu."

Siqin Desheng took a look inside the hall, at this time the Holy King had already entered the room and sat in lotus position, so he followed Andu Liuqing and turned to leave the side hall.

The stage in the side hall has been set up in sevens and eighties, and the props and costumes of the theater troupe are almost ready, and many royal family and nobles have come one after another.

At this time, a fair-skinned and beautiful woman in a costume came hurriedly from behind the stage, came to a young boy who was setting up props, and asked softly, "Did you see Pang Hong? The show is about to begin."

The boy shook his head lightly to express his ignorance, and continued to do his own thing.

"Where did he go? Don't say anything, what should I do?" The beautiful woman seemed anxious, but her brows revealed a heroic spirit, giving people a sense of grace and grace.

"Who are you? Who are you acting in?" Andu Liuqing asked the woman in costume.

"My name is Jiang Xia, playing the role of Fan Lihua." Jiang Xia bowed slightly and replied with a low salute.

"Guests, please wait a moment, the show will start soon." He said.

Seeing her flickering eyebrows, Antu Liuqing guessed that there was something hidden, raised her chin and teased: "Miss can't find Xiaosheng, Fan Lihua is facing Xue Dingshan, brother Xue is gone, how can the show continue?"

"This..." Jiang Xia was speechless as he talked about the central matter.

"I think it's still like this. You see, I'm handsome and good-natured. How about just being your big brother Xue and singing the role of martial arts student Xue Dingshan?" Antu Liuqing smirked.

Siqin Desheng shot at him with a deadly look, annoyed him and made trouble again.

"This..." Jiang Xia looked up at Andu Liuqing, the noble young man in front of him was heroic, handsome, and dressed in a light white robe, he was really a rare young man.

"Yes, yes, but I have wronged you, Young Master." Jiang Xia hesitated.

"What's wrong with this?" Andu Liuqing smiled a bit wickedly, it's rare to have such a fun one, if you don't play it, you don't play for nothing.Siqin Desheng on the side was speechless with anger.

As soon as he said it, Antu Liuqing quickly entered the backstage, and changed Xue Dingshan's martial arts costume in twos and twos. In a blink of an eye, a majestic and handsome martial arts student appeared on the stage.

Immediately there was a commotion in the audience, Antu Liuqing was so handsome in makeup and costumes, and his gestures were amazing.Siqin Desheng was so angry that his blood boiled, and a dull air in his heart lingered in his chest for a long time.

Although Siqin Desheng and his cousin Andu Liuqing grew up together, their personalities are very different. One is calm and indifferent, and the other is playful.Although he is a prince, he has never been in good shape.

When it comes to Zhengxing, I can't help but think of the little sage king. The little sage king is definitely a well-behaved, elegant and noble person.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to the side of the Desheng Hall, and saw that the Holy King was still sitting upright in meditation, with a Buddha and Bodhisattva appearance, completely unaffected by the hustle and bustle here.

"Dangdangdang..."

A burst of gongs and drums interrupted Siqin Desheng's attention, and when he came back to his senses, Andu Liuqing and Jiang Xia were already singing in style.

Siqin Desheng has never been very interested in these things. Although there are many beauties and handsome men on the stage, they can't attract him.

He himself is extremely conceited, handsome and unrestrained is synonymous with him, ordinary handsome men and beautiful women can't catch his eyes.If it weren't for the physical pain, he would definitely be the most beautiful man in the world.

Thinking of the most beautiful man, he couldn't help but look towards the Holy King again. Now it seems that the title of the most beautiful man in the world belongs to him.

I got up and walked back, trying to find a quiet place to stay.

"Where is the prince going?" Hua Qianyi's voice came from behind.

Hua Qianyi is his chief general, loyal and devoted to his protection, always hiding behind the prince where no one will find him.

"How about General Hua accompany me to the back for a drink?" Siqin Desheng invited him.

"My lord, your body is not suitable for drinking. Let's go to the hall to listen to the holy king and the others burn their singing. The voice from over there will be very shocking." Hua Qianyi persuaded.

"No, it's boring over there, go back, I'm tired." Siqin Desheng was a little out of breath.

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