marry a monk

Ten miles long pavilion, with battle flags fluttering, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses are scrambling and high-spirited, waiting quietly for the commander's order.

In addition to leading the 20 elite soldiers assigned to him by the emperor, Si Qin Desheng also led the 5 Han cavalry from Changsheng Palace to accompany him into the battle.

The Han family army in Changsheng Palace was established and supervised by him, all of them are strong and well-trained.More importantly, after a long period of running-in, they have cooperated with each other very tacitly. On the battlefield, they can block ten with one and block hundreds with ten. Siqin Desheng usually trusts them very much.

The sun is shining brightly, it is already noon, and the autumn wind is blowing, which makes people feel a chill.

Siqin Desheng tightened his collar and looked into the distance.Waiting for the holy king Mohannad, he said to wait for him for three days, he will definitely come.

The prince's mind is full of worries, this time he will take the risk to go back, what kind of miraculous medicine will he bring?He didn't care about any pills, he only cared about the safety of the Holy King.He doesn't want to stay in the Snowy Holy Palace. What kind of situation will he face when he returns this time?

Just as she was thinking, there was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and everyone's eyes were focused. It turned out to be Siqin Pingting. She was wearing a white veiled hat and a red gauze dress, coming across the dust.

"Brother Changsheng..." Siqin Pingting jumped off the horse, her chest heaved, she was panting slightly, her face was flushed.

"Pingting, what are you doing here, go back quickly, there is chaos everywhere, a girl is not safe." There was some displeasure in his tone.

"Brother Changsheng." Siqin Pingting walked towards him in a graceful manner.

"This journey is full of difficulties and dangers. Swords and swords are no better than being in the palace. Take care of yourself. You have difficulty breathing, don't get tired, pay attention to rest, and don't be brave." She urged.

"Okay, are you finished?" Siqin Desheng asked.

"Brother Changsheng, don't be impatient." Siqin Pingting pouted her lips with a look of grievance on her face.

"Brother Boye is not a vegetarian, and even he is missing. It can be seen that this war is not a joke. Brother Changsheng must bring him back."

"Okay, I promise you." Siqin Desheng's tone was a little softer.

"You go back and wait for the good news from the king, and you will definitely come back victorious." Then he turned to Hua Qianyi and said, "There is General Laohua to send the princess back, and the king and all the soldiers are hundreds of miles away. .”

"The last general takes orders." Hua Qianyi obeyed and left.

"Brother Changsheng, Pingting is waiting for you when you come back." Siqin Pingting waved to him.

As soon as the voice on this side fell, there was the sound of horseshoes on the other side.

It's Shengwang and Antai!They were both travel-stained, with chapped lips and tired faces.Needless to say, certainly not well rested.

"..." The prince dismounted from his horse and greeted him.

"My lord!" The Holy King jumped off the horse, his face still bright: "Finally, I will live up to my expectations, and I will get the panting spirit as I wish." He said and handed over the life-saving magic medicine.

Siqin Desheng took the medicine bottle and looked at him closely. His face was no longer as shiny as before, his clothes were covered with dust, his lips were no longer thin and soft, and his eyes became confused. What must have happened to him?

……

After bidding farewell to the emperor and Siqin Desheng, the little sage king obediently followed the elders and the master all the way, not thinking about how to run away, run away or run away, but wasted on horseback, day and night, and finally spent a day and a half to get back to Snowland Saint palace.

He quickly got off his horse and ran into the front hall of the Qingxu Hall, where he usually distributes elixir, there are all kinds of elixir, he does not believe that there is no holy elixir suitable for the prince.

After a lot of rummaging, the messy floor was already covered with various pills, such as Qianggen San, Qufeng Gao, Anshen Pill, Three Drops of Zui, Chasing Soul Pill...

This is not what he wants, what he is looking for is Breathing Spirit.Xichuanling is a spray. When you have unbearable asthma, you can spray it into the throat and it will take effect immediately. Although it can treat the symptoms but not the root cause, it can delay the symptoms and improve shortness of breath.

He had seen such a patient before. When the elder of the building brought him in, he was still breathless and his pulse was extremely weak. After using Xi Chuan Ling, the effect was immediate. The patient's spirit changed and he improved a lot.

The patient was overjoyed, and offered a large amount of gold and silver, and almost took away all the panting spirits, making the elders and masters of the east and west halls laugh from ear to ear.

The holy king remembered that there were a lot of them put together at that time, why is there not a single bottle now?

"What is the Holy King looking for?" A cold voice came from behind.

Looking back, it was Master Yulang.

"Master, didn't you have a lot of panting spirits before, why are they gone now?" The holy king asked while searching, "Prince Desheng is panting badly, I want to find a bottle for him to try."

"Oh, Chuanling?" Yulang is over 40 years old, but his face is very gloomy, giving people a very old feeling: "Prince Desheng wants to use it, there should be more, and the Holy King will look for it again?"

"I found it." After a lot of hard work, I finally found a bottle of Breathing Spirit in the corner.Seeing it, the Holy King smiled happily.

"Holy King, the shrine has donated a lot of money for this ritual activity. How does the Holy King plan to deal with this money?"

"Let's deal with the east and west halls, and discuss what to do." He didn't think about it.Never pay attention to silver affairs, let alone care.

"We also discussed just now, so we divided the money between the east and west halls. It's autumn and winter is here, and the monks have to add clothes for the winter." Yulang looked at the holy king with heavy eyes.

"It's fine if the elders and the masters agree, I'm leaving." The holy king was about to walk out of the front hall with the panting spirit.

"Holy King wait a moment." Yulang called to him.

"What else is there, Master?" The Holy King's eyes were as bright as snow.

"Here is a panacea. If the Holy King doesn't come back regularly to get the antidote, I'm afraid..." I'm still afraid that he will run away!

Yulang's face became darker, completely different from Sheng Wang's bright and bright face.The elixir in one hand was stuffed into the mouth of the Holy King, and he quickly lifted his chin with a sharp hand, and the elixir slipped down the throat and into the abdomen.

The smile on Shengwang's face froze, his eyes became bitter, and he looked away: "Is there anything else?"

"If you enter the palace again this time, if the panting spirit is effective, there will probably be a lot of rewards over there, right?"

"Who knows, let's talk about it after rewarding it."

The holy king had no intention of perfunctory Yulang, walked out of the front hall, glanced at the white horse parked outside the hall, and flew on him.

"Whoever sees that gold and silver are handed down from generation to generation, only a piece of love is precious through the ages." His faint voice came from the back of the little sage king rushing away...

I ran fast all the way, I guess I ran far enough, and finally arrived at a small town, the town was very lively with people coming and going.

The holy king reined in the reins and jumped off the horse, and then gave the white horse a severe whip. The white horse couldn't stand the pain, let out a long hiss, and galloped wildly.

It turned out that the horseshoe on which he was riding on this horse had already been tampered with, that is to say, as long as someone followed the footprints of the horseshoe, he could roughly judge his location.

Needless to say, it must have been done by people from the East and West Palaces. The Holy King smiled softly, walked to the horse market, took out a piece of silver from his pocket, picked two good horses, and then sneaked back to the backyard of the Snowy Holy Palace. .

Antai was locked up in the backyard. Once he left, he didn't know if he could come back in the future. Although Antai was his entourage, he was closer than a brother. He was ordained with him since he was a child. All the hard work is undertaken by him alone, and he is loyal. This love sage king has always remembered that as long as he is willing, he will definitely take him away.

"Antai..."

"Antai..." The Holy King called softly as he passed through the darkrooms.

"Mo Wang..." Antai's weak voice came from one of the dark rooms.

"Antai, are you okay?" Sheng Wang hurried forward and grabbed his hand.

"I can't die yet, don't worry Mo Wang." An Tai comforted him: "Are you alright, Mo Wang, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Would you like to run away with me? If you want, we can run now."

"An Tai is willing to follow Mo Wang, as long as Mo Wang does not dislike An Tai, he is willing to follow even the ends of the earth." An Tai said loudly.

So the two sneaked out, traveled all the way, and finally arrived before the prince set off.

……

"Are you okay?" After a long time, the prince lowered his brows, his lips moved, and asked in a low voice.

"Traveling for three days?" He knew that God's Capital was not close to the Xueyu Holy Palace, and there was no way he couldn't make it by a few days' journey.

"Oh, it's okay." The Holy King smiled again, a little pale: "It's just that Antai suffered." He turned and went to help Antai get off his horse.

"Come on, be careful." He helped An Tai get off the horse carefully.

The wound on Antai's [-]th board did not fully heal, and the bumps and fatigue along the way made his butt blossom and the pain was unbearable.

Si Qin Desheng closed his eyes, and silently remounted the horse.

"Antai..." Si Qinan yelled and ran over to help him together: "How are you? I heard you were injured. Are you okay?"

"After fifty big boards, do you think it's okay?" An Tai glared at Si Qin'an, as if trying to tease him: "You didn't even come to see me, and made me lie alone for a month."

"It's my fault. I didn't receive the news in time. If I knew, I would definitely go to you. I was so worried when I found out that you were injured a few days ago." Si Qin'an was very good at talking, and scolded himself following An Tai's wishes.

"Really? That's about the same." An Tai smiled contentedly.

"Is there anything to eat? After traveling all day and night, I'm sleepy, hungry and thirsty. My bones are about to fall apart."

"Yes, yes..." Si Qin An hurriedly ran back to his war horse, lifted a stack of things on the horse's back and handed it to An Tai: "There are food and drink in it, all for you."

"Really? That's great." An Tai was happy and satisfied. He first took out a bag of water and gave it to King Mo, then took out a piece of biscuit and gave it to King Mo, and then found something for himself.

"From then on, I'll be your brother, a good brother like King Mo's." An Tai deserved to be acquainted with each other, and a little favor would make him very happy.

"You just think of me as a brother now?" Si Qin'an seemed to sense his interest, pretending to be disappointed and said: "I've regarded you as a brother since the first time we met."

"Really?" An Tai also smiled, wondering if it was Chi Chi who was close to the Pearl, his eyes were as bright as the Holy King, with aura: "Okay, we will be good brothers from now on."

"Well, this is interesting." Si Qin'an was finally satisfied.

"Antai, sit over there and rest for a while." The Holy King helped Antai to the edge of the woods and helped him sit down.

"King Mo, you are tired too, you sit down." An Tai is worthy of being a loyal follower, and he never forgets the Holy King.

"Okay." The Holy King sat down as he said, and drank a few sips of water in a row, only then did he notice that Prince Desheng was ignored by him.

I saw him wearing a battle robe and armor, majestic and majestic, and his sickly face could not hide his heroic spirit.Looking at himself silently, it seems that he has something to say to himself.

"My lord..." The Holy King walked over, "The Breathing Chuanling is only used when you are short of breath, and it can be relieved by spraying it on the throat. You are marching and fighting with your sick body, so take care of yourself along the way."

"You..." The prince hesitated to speak, and then he choked out another sentence: "Aren't you following?" The implication was to bring the Holy King and the others?

"Ha, I'm a helpless monk. Why do I follow you? It will only add to the chaos, so I won't go. You fight hard. If you win the battle, we will have a chance to meet."

Hearing this, Siqin Desheng frowned, flung a long whip in his hand and flew towards him. The long whip was wrapped left and right, as if he had spiritual consciousness. In a blink of an eye, he was tied up tightly There.

"King Mo..." An Tai was shocked.

"My lord..." An Tai also screamed, not knowing what he was going to do.

I saw Siqin Desheng tightening, pulling, and lifting the long whip in his hand, and the holy king was lifted by him on his horse like a ball of cotton wool.

"You can always send us off." The prince let go of the horsewhip tied to his body, and a magnetic bass sounded in his ears. Everyone was stunned by his unexpected move.

"Yes, yes..." The Holy King came back to his senses for a long time, and smiled in astonishment: "My horse is over there, I can ride it myself." He pointed to his horse.

"Are you afraid that my BMW won't be able to bear your weight?" Siqin Desheng rode forward, not knowing whether he didn't understand his words or making trouble out of reason, his voice was flat: "Or are you afraid that I will throw you off?"

"No, no, no..." The Holy King felt that he was a bit strange today, which was seriously inconsistent with the aloofness he had in the previous contact.

Si Qin'an and Antu Liuqing, who had been following him all this time, were stunned by Wang Ye's move. The move of King Sheng was unprecedented.

"Is the prince's brain okay?" Si Qin'an walked up to Andu Liuqing, pointed at his own brain, and asked in a low voice.

"Your brain is the only problem." Andu Liuqing patted him on the head: "Leave master's affairs alone, doing your own duty is better than anything else."

"Oh..." Si Qin'an replied blankly.

"Don't you bring your brother to follow?" Andu Liuqing yelled.

"Oh, yes..." Si Qin An suddenly realized, and immediately helped An Tai onto his horse.

Antai's butt hurts badly, and it feels good to have someone leaning on his back at this time.

The whole journey was silent, the mountains were empty, and the forest was vast. Occasionally, I saw the smoke from the kitchens of scattered retail investors, and the sun was about to set.

There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and Hua Qianyi quickly caught up.

"My lord, it's time for us to leave." After a long time, the holy king said.

He didn't understand what the prince behind him was thinking, he didn't say a word, just walked like this without rushing or slowing down.

"En." The prince reined in the horse rope and stopped: "The ruts left by the soldiers and horses along the way have covered up the tracks of your previous horses. The elders and masters over there in the snowy area probably wouldn't have thought that you would go in this direction?"

The holy king couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words, so he wanted to send him off by himself to cover his whereabouts?

The Holy King smiled, his brows bright and warm like a horse. This was the first good person he met after he escaped from the Holy Palace: "Thank you." He said sincerely.

"... As you said, being convenient to others is convenient to yourself." Siqin Desheng avoided his gaze and looked into the distance.

"Well, it is indeed." The Holy King got off his horse and waved to him: "When the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, the general will return triumphantly, the mountains and rivers will be safe, and you and I will be safe. We will see you later."

Siqin Desheng nodded slightly to him, his eyes were firm and calm, he steered his horse around, turned and left.

The author has something to say: Siqin Desheng: I really don’t know what to say, I don’t come here to see you off when my king is leaving...