The princess pushes her close to a woman

Dressed in a dark yellow monk robe that is spotless, it slowly passes through the wide alley between the red walls and green tiles with the cool breeze in June, and the warm sunlight passes through the cracks among the weeping willows. On a dignified and solemn face.

It seems that after walking under the bright sun for a long time, fine thin sweat sprouted on the plump and smooth forehead, which was crystal clear under the snow skin, and the calm and indifferent face added a bit of beauty.

Minghui next to him could no longer care about his family's image, he tugged at his neckline rudely, as if the cool breeze could sneak in to relieve the heat.

"Minghui, go back and copy the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra" twenty times."

The cold voice was like rolling balls falling on a jade plate, shaking the quiet stones, and it was refreshing to the ears. In the heat, I felt a little calmer in my heart, straightened my clothes, and followed up again.

Passing through Kuan Lane is the market. There are more and more pedestrians on the road. Pedestrians are peddling along the street. He feels hot again in the morning and evening. Beads of sweat roll down his face and neck, and he can't help turning his eyes to the side. my little uncle.

The little uncle, Master Jingchen, is a few years younger than him, but he entered the temple earlier, not to mention a generation higher than him, and his cultivation level is beyond his reach.

In the early years, Ci'en Temple was famous for its abbot master.In the past few years, relying on my little uncle to extol the Buddhist teachings, the temple is full of incense, and it has become one of the three famous temples in Great Liang.

Although there are so many masters in the temple who are proficient in Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist principles, the one he admires the most is the uncle in front of him. Fan ordered him to return to vulgarity, and promised him the position of son-in-law, but he bluntly said that the Buddha's heart is unwavering, and this body has long been far away from the world of mortals.

The passers-by who recognized Master Jingchen clasped their palms together and saluted. Song Ci smiled kindly and kindly, and nodded unhurriedly in return, with an indescribable Zen feeling in his gestures.

At the end of the market, there is a tea shed built with thatched grass. If you walk a few dozen steps forward from the tea shed, you will come to the city gate. After leaving the city gate and walking a few miles on the mountain road, you will come to Mount Mercy. Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, at the end is the mountain gate of Ci'en Temple.

As he was approaching, Minghui looked at the tea shed with greedy eyes. He walked for nearly two hours in the princess mansion without drinking a sip of water. He was really thirsty after being exposed to the sun for so long.

"Little uncle, let's go to the tea shed in front to rest for a while before we go, Minghui is really too tired."

It was hard to ignore the heavy breathing, Song Ci didn't look at him, and knew that he was exhausted at the moment, so he didn't intend to force him anymore, and said in a light tone: "Yes, I will wait for you in the temple."

It doesn't matter how long Minghui stays in the city. The princess didn't intend to keep him, but she couldn't stay for too long. If the princess came back from the palace and found that she was gone, according to her temperament, she would definitely send him People chase themselves.

Hearing this, Minghui paused, with a look of doubt on his face: "Master, you wait for Minghui, Minghui drinks a bowl of tea to quench your thirst, it won't waste time. Besides, Master, you are tired too, look at you There is also a lot of sweat on the forehead."

"Okay, drink a bowl of water and go." Song Ci raised his hand, rolling up his sleeves with his smooth and slender jade fingers, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat down with him.

"Please benefactor, here are two bowls of herbal tea." Minghui said happily, and then Song Ci took out a few copper coins from his sleeve and put them on the table, watching the people coming and going in the market with calm eyes like water.

When the herbal tea was delivered, Song Ci hadn't come to his senses yet, Minghui drank more than half of the bowl, and seeing that she hadn't moved, he reminded, "Little uncle, drink some tea."

With lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, the turbid tea reflected her face, she carefully blew on the tea leaves, and vaguely saw the figure of the princess.

The warm fragrance of the hibiscus tent is lingering, the soft and slender hand brushes aside the big red curtain, and the beautiful peony-like jade face shows her intentions with every frown and smile. open your eyes.

After drinking the herbal tea, the blush between the brows and the tails of the eyes is charming and seductive, and it suddenly became clearer in my mind.

There was a slight smile in her eyes without knowing it, she thought, that princess is really a goblin...

A goblin who adores monks, knows that the kindness and gentleness with low brows and restrained eyes are just to cover up the most ruthless heart...

The princess is like this, I don't know if it's because of ignorance and willfulness, or because of some evil in her previous life...

Song Ci silently recited a sin in his heart, and suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes, probably chasing them.

She put down the teacup, looked at Minghui, her tone was as calm as ever, "Minghui, I'll leave first, how about we meet at the foot of the mountain later?"

Ming Hui shook his head, with a sad face, "It's late..."

Hissing sounds filled the ears, and hundreds of guards in silver armor and holding guns surrounded the tea stall.

"Master, I'm sorry..." He looked at the surrounded tea stand, wanting to cry but not having tears, he would not drink tea if he had known.

But there are still a few miles to go, and there are nine hundred and ninety-nine steps to climb. If he doesn't stop and take a drink, he will really die.

The martial arts class in the temple is not mandatory, he fished for three days and spent two days drying the nets, and he has not learned the most basic exercise, so he can't go up and down the mountain as freely as Uncle Jingchen.

"nothing"

The person who came was not a princess, so Song Ci took out two copper coins from his sleeve and said calmly, "The almsgiver has another bowl."

She thought about it, since she couldn't leave, it would be a good idea to have a couple of sips of tea to pass the time.

The leader, Shizi, stared at Song Ci with cold eyes, and said coldly: "The monk is in such a good mood, he has come so far to drink tea."

The boss who delivered the tea shivered and put the tea on the table, the sweat on his face was more than Minghui, Song Ci thanked him, the boss forced a smile, lowered his head and dared not speak.

Seeing that Song Ci didn't speak, the prince snorted even more unhappy in his heart, and said to the tea shed owner: "Untouchable, tell me, what's so good about your tea, that it can make the monk leave the tea from the eldest princess' mansion and come to you Drink tea here."

The boss knelt down with a thud, and said in horror: "The grassroots don't know, please forgive me."

"Then tell me, monk"

Song Ci got up, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, in the eyes of the poor monk, they are all water that can quench thirst, there is no difference. Drinking tea here is just that the poor monk passed by here and happened to be thirsty again."

The sound of wind chimes was sandwiched between the sound of horseshoes, and the vermilion carriage approached slowly in the distance, dispelling the dull atmosphere at this time.

The prince glanced at Song Ci, tried his best to suppress his anger, put on a smile, got off the horse, and when the carriage stopped, he bent down and waited respectfully at the door, but the owner of the carriage had no intention of getting down.

After dispatching the maid beside her, the maid in pink opened the curtain and probed: "Master Jingchen, Your Highness calls you to sit up, it's hot outside."

The prince turned his head and stared at her viciously, but Song Ci didn't take his barking teeth and claws to heart, and still looked unfazed by favor or humiliation.

"Amitabha, I hope that the benefactor will speak carefully. Don't tarnish the reputation of Her Royal Highness. The poor monk is a monk. Just wait below. I don't know what the princess called the poor monk?"

Hearing this, Mo Li retreated back into the car and whispered, "Princess, the son-in-law refuses to come up."

"I am not deaf, I can hear you."

Knowing what to ask, how dare you ask her what's the matter when you leave the mansion privately?

Shen Qingluo glanced at her, and said with a helpless expression: "Li'er, it's up to you, I must take care of it for Bengong."

Mo Li nodded, stepped forward to rub Shen Qingluo's shoulders, and said flatteringly: "Princess, don't worry, this servant will definitely take care of it for you."

The rosy glow in Fangfei's blooming place smudged her cheeks, Shengxue's skin was rosy, bright and beautiful like peach blossoms in March, and Shen Qingluo's eyes also began to wander.

"Princess, are you shy?"

Mo Li covered her mouth and snickered, in Shen Qingluo's eyes, she was just deceiving her, so she couldn't help but give her a blank look, and said angrily: "Li'er, have you learned to ask questions knowingly?"

"But the son-in-law is too hard-hearted and doesn't understand the style, and the slaves are forced to do so. If the princess disagrees, then... then forget it."

Facing this bold servant, Shen Qingluo didn't know what to say, but if she continued to speak, what would be the face of the royal family?

"presumptuous"

Mo Li covered her mouth and nodded, with a sad face, Shen Qingluo lazily watched her pretending to be pitiful, this slave became more and more daring...

Song Ci outside couldn't help frowning, she would no longer naively think that the princess would give up on her, but what was the princess doing inside, if it wasn't for the fact that she still refused to let her go, she would just order her to be arrested, it would be impossible to share the same car .

"Come here, son-in-law, come back with me." The maid was useless, Shen Qingluo beckoned in person, her wrist was as bright as snow than the sun, Song Ci glanced at it, lowered her eyes and clapped her hands together, guarding the etiquette that a monk should have. After a minute, he said in a calm tone: "Amitabha, Your Highness, please be careful with your words, the poor monk is a monk."

"You...do you only know these few words?" Shen Qingluo was annoyed, she turned around and took out the imperial decree on the soft couch, and threw it at Song Ci in anger. She was probably the only one in the world who dared to do that Done.

"Brother Huang has already decreed that no matter whether you are married or not, you are still the son-in-law of this palace, so you can't be called?"

Everyone watched the bright yellow scroll spread out in the air, and knelt down in unison, shouting, "Long live the emperor, long live, long live, long live, long live the emperor." Decree...

Simply ridiculous!

"Stop kneeling, I ordered you to come up."

Ming Hui, who was kneeling behind Song Ci, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and she remained silent as if she had never heard of it.

The more you dote on her today, the further the distance between them will be. If she accepts this imperial decree, the days to come will be like walking on thin ice like facing an abyss. Once her identity is revealed one day, she will undoubtedly die.And getting along day and night, this day will come sooner or later...

If she resists the order and does not respect it, her status as a monk might give her a chance...

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感谢在2020-04-1112:45:09~2020-04-1712:30:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 236734081;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!