On the price to pay for changing the plot

Fu Heng's eyebrows twitched. This is different from the moonless he imagined. In his opinion, the person who can influence the emperor's decision should at least be an old monk over fifty years old, but the person in front of him now This person is obviously about 25 or [-] years old, of course he is four or five years older than him.

He hadn't seen anyone before, and he was always thinking that the person who can get along with Emperor Yuan Qi should be a decent guy, but the monk in front of him looks really gentle and kind, he really can't be judged by his appearance ┈┈ "cough Cough...I didn't expect Master Wuyue to be so young."

Wuyue smiled when he heard the words, "Amitabha, the benefactor is full of praise."

Fu Heng simply lifted up his clothes and sat beside him. Seeing that he had a peaceful face, he didn't look like someone with evil intentions, and said, "I heard that the master is good at fortune-telling, why don't you do it for me?"

Wuyue didn't move, looking at his eyes like lotus flowers: "The almsgiver came to look for the poor monk today, it doesn't look like a fortune-telling, but it seems that he came prepared."

Fu Heng wanted to find out about him, but he did not expect him to pierce it. It can be seen that this monk is not an ordinary person. He scribbled on the ground with one hand, and said with a smile: "I just heard about this Fengchan Temple. Master Wuyue is very good at Buddhism, so I came to see it because of his reputation."

Wuyue bowed his head and stared at the white fingers that were still scribbling on the ground, his long eyebrows frowned invisibly, and he immediately swept across Fu Heng's face, saying: "Even if you are an outsider, the poor monk is not much added speculation."

Yo!This monk has some skills!It can be seen that Fu Heng is not from this world, no matter how he is, he is an incredible guy!

"How did the master say this? I don't know very well."

"Since the benefactor doesn't know what the poor monk said, the poor monk certainly doesn't know either."

So the words of monks are the most annoying, and they like to play tricks when they say something, but some people like to hear these words, and they think it is so unpredictable. To put it bluntly, that is fooling!

"My son is very fond of Buddhism, and I hope that the master will not be annoyed when I come to ask the master to explain my doubts."

"The benefactor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha. If you have any doubts, come to the poor monk. The poor monk should explain it to the benefactor."

Who the hell is destined to be with Buddha!He said it as if he was a Bodhisattva who came down to earth. Do you want him to take refuge in my Buddha?

"Ah Heng! Why are you here?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Heng looked up, and saw his mother walking over in small steps. He got up and slapped the dust on his body, and the dust naturally fell on Wuyue beside him, Wuyue's figure Without moving, he just brushed the dust off his side with his hands.

Fu Heng squinted at his movements, feeling very refreshed, but on the surface he just didn't know.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Mrs. Fu didn't reply to him, she bowed respectfully to Wu Yueji who was still sitting on the ground, and apologized: "Your son is being unreasonable, please don't blame Master."

With a smile on the corner of Wuyue's mouth, she said softly, "No problem."

Fu Heng walked up to her and stood still, holding her shoulders and said with a calm face: "Mother, the child has always known etiquette, it's not like you don't know it!"

Mrs. Fu patted the back of his hand with one hand, watched him jump to the side and said: "No one is in shape!"

Fu Heng touched the hand that was patted red by his own mother, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "Mother, you are so cruel┈┈"

She gave him a blank look, ignored him, turned around and said to Wuyue on the ground: "Master, I'm sorry to bother you, so we'll take our leave now."

Wuyue nodded lightly, her eyes turned around Fu Heng's body, and then she lowered her eyes as if she was in a state of concentration.

Mrs. Fu pulled Fu Heng away with one hand. After walking a few steps, when she looked back, the peace under the banyan tree hadn't moved a bit. When the wind blew, some leaves slowly floated around his monk's robe. , but he didn't seem to feel it, and his eyelids didn't even open. If he didn't know that it was a living person, he might have thought it was just a sitting Buddha.

Fu Heng picked a piece of dog's tail grass casually and put it in his mouth. When he looked sideways, he felt very uncomfortable for a moment. Becoming friends must have benefited a lot, but it is unlikely in the end.

"Mother, let's go."

"┈┈" Mrs. Fu came back to her senses, nodded, and followed his steps slowly out of the temple.

Since that day's visit to Fengchan Temple, Fu Heng had no clue, time passed quickly, five days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was only a dozen days before Wuyue entered the palace.

Spring is coming, the air is so dry that people feel frizzy, within ten days, Emperor Yuan Qi will definitely make some moves.

As a second-generation official with a chaotic private life, it is his compulsory course to visit prostitutes/houses every night. Of course, this does not mean that Fu Heng himself is the kind of person who can play freely. His personality is uncertain. How should I put it, after a while, a person will be different in front of everyone. This is also related to his previous occupation. He used to be in sales. Isn’t there a saying called “talking about people when you talk about them”, It was him.

This night, Fu Heng sneaked out again while his father was not at home, and went straight to the Yanyue Tower.

In fact, Yanyue Tower is not an ordinary place of smoke and willows. Most of the people who have fun here are the children of officials and eunuchs.

"Yan Niang! You miss me so much!"

As soon as Yanniang was dressed properly, she heard Fu Heng's unscrupulous voice coming in from outside. She was overjoyed and stood up to greet her. She said shyly, "My family also misses your son."

Fu Heng closed the fan, stretched the fan handle to her chin and lifted it up slightly, and the pair of smiling gestures frivolously swayed on her face: "Xiumian Furong smiled and flew obliquely. ①".

Yan Niang patted him with her small hand, and said softly: "Young master is really bad, he would tease my servant!"

Fu Heng laughed loudly, pinched her slender fingers and sat straight on the beauty couch in the house, poured a glass of water from the teapot beside the couch, took a sip, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Go, let me dance for you!" .”

Yanniang called the maid outside to bring in some small dishes, and when everything was done, she changed into a light gauze, and danced in front of him with her waist dazzled.

Fu Heng squinted his eyes and drank a few glasses of wine, leaning against the couch to get a little drunk.

After Yanniang danced for a while, he fell down there and seemed to be asleep. She walked up to him and took a closer look. The pair of peach blossoms seemed to have not yet bloomed, and they seemed to be floating in the water at this moment. The wet person wished to drown in it .

She was daring and wanted to get closer, but Fu Heng's lips curled up, he stretched out his arms to hug her, and when he turned around, he became a man on top of a woman.

Yanniang was dazzled for a while, and she felt even more shy when she saw the handsome face in front of her. She closed her eyes reflexively, and her small mouth also pursed inadvertently.

Fu Hengxin sighed, and put his fingers on the back of her neck, and she lay there unconsciously. He touched her face with one hand, and it was the most unbearable beauty's kindness┈┈At this time, the night outside was getting darker and darker. It was much darker, and the chill in the small pavilion became heavier. Seeing that she was wearing a thin coat, Fu Heng went to the bedside and picked up a quilt to cover her body. Then, without delay, he flew into the outside the window.

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The nights in Fengchan Temple are quieter. It is far away from the noisy places. Once night falls, all sounds seem to disappear, except for a few unknown insects can be heard occasionally.

Fu Heng ran all the way, flew up to the roof under the cover of night, and found the moonless residence after searching for a long while.

It was almost midnight, and the lights in other monks' residences were turned off, but Wuyue didn't know what he was doing, and the lights in the house were still on.

Fu Heng lay on the roof, gently removed a tile, and bent over to observe the room.

The moonless monk was sitting at the table in front of the window, holding a pen in his hand, and writing on the paper. He was far away and couldn't see what he wrote clearly, so he picked up another tile and pointed his head there. The direction has shifted.

Wuyue at the bottom suddenly put down the pen, put one hand on his chest, closed his eyes and said "Amitabha", and stretched his eyebrows: "Since you are here, why don't the benefactor come down and have a small talk with the poor monk?"

Fu Heng didn't expect him to find out, but he didn't care about it. Thinking about it, how many of these monks don't know martial arts?

He turned and jumped to Wuyue's room, knocked on the door and said, "Master┈┈"

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and he swaggered in. Seeing that the monk was still sitting at the table writing, he walked a few steps to his side, looked down, and found that he was extracting Buddhist scriptures.

"I didn't expect Master to stay up so late."

Wuyue stopped writing, stood up and went to the table to pour him a cup of tea: "The poor monk has nothing to entertain, only this thin tea is good."

Fu Heng took the cup, sat down on the stool unceremoniously, and said with a smile, "Where is it? I take the liberty to visit, and I hope the master will not blame you."

Wuyue didn't look at him, her phoenix eyes drooped, and because of the lights, his face shone with light, and Fu Heng, who saw it, had to praise him, what a handsome monk!

"Why, the benefactor came here late at night, is there something wrong?"

Fu Heng took a sip of tea and put his legs together. A piece of hair fell from his temples, and he blew it away in one gulp: "Isn't my son bored? That's why I came to talk to the master about my life."

Wuyue glanced at him sideways, her eyes flickering: "The benefactor is┈┈drinking?"

Here I have to talk about it, Fu Heng has a characteristic of his body, that is, drinking alcohol is very easy to get on his face, even if he only drinks a few glasses, his face will turn red, so he is in this state at this time, his cheeks are dizzy Red, thin lips like powder, and those eyes that are still a little bit watery, how can it be called charming?

Fu Heng obviously didn't notice his expression, one long leg was put on the other, shaking from time to time: "Look at my memory, I forgot that you can't drink with the master."

"Since the benefactor is fine, the poor monk should rest."

Fu Heng scratched his head and smiled at him: "My son has nightmares every day, and I want to ask Master to relieve my worries."

Wuyue turned her head, lowered her eyes and said, "Please tell me, benefactor."

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The verses in ① come from Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha":

The embroidered curtain Furong smiled, and leaned on Baoya to kiss her fragrant cheeks, and her eyes moved to be guessed.

On the one hand, the amorous feelings are deep and rhythmic, and the half-jian hates and sends the secluded arms, and the moon moves the flower shadow to come back.