[Quick Transmigration] It is said that someone is chasing me?

The little prince frowned in embarrassment, but his tone was firm and decisive: "Jiang Huo, you and I are not a good match."

Jiang Huo frowned and said, "Could it be that you think I'm a man?"

"That's not the case, my lord..."

"Sihe!" Jiang Huo was so excited that he took a step forward and wanted to grab his arm. He missed it once, but the next time he grabbed the little prince and pulled him towards him, "Believe me, I swear to the sky that I will give it to you." Love and Loyalty..."

"This benefactor."

Liaowu's voice suddenly sounded, but it was not loud, but it made everyone present quiet down.He calmly pulled back the captured arm of the young prince, took a step forward and dropped him behind him, and then said leisurely to Jiang Huo: "Amitabha, the temple is a place for pure cultivation, so it is not appropriate to make noise, and I hope the benefactor will respect himself. "

Liao Wu's indifferent words have the ability to make people stop, Jiang Huoben is a respecter of ghosts and gods, and the abbot said so, so naturally he dare not do it again.He didn't know that the sweetheart of the person he liked was the noble and holy monk in front of him.

Jiang Huo and his party ventured up the mountain, and it was inappropriate to venture down the mountain during the few days when the wind and snow had not stopped, so they had to live in this temple.

Although Linghua Temple is small, there are few people there, so there are vacant courtyards all year round, but it is some distance from the courtyard of the little prince.

At night, the little prince came to Wumen with his hand in his hand, knocked on the door and said, "Master."

Without opening the door, the little prince passed him and walked briskly into the room.

"Amitabha, what's the matter with the donor?"

The little prince smiled and said, "Of course I came to sleep with you."

"Now there is enough carbon fire in the temple."

"Of course this king knows, but this king is used to sleeping with you these days, and the feeling of soreness and pain in the bones is a little less in the past few years in cold weather." At this point, he asked back, "If you are a monk, you should have self-sacrifice. Do you have a heart, how can the abbot be reluctant to let me waste a few pots of charcoal fire in your house?"

After finishing speaking, he sat back on the chair and looked at Wu with piercing eyes.

Without a word, he got up and went to make the bedding on the bed.

Knowing that he was afraid of the cold, Liao Wu replaced his original bedding and blankets with thicker and warmer ones.

Seeing this, the little prince couldn't help raising his eyebrows and teasingly said: "My son understands me, he is so considerate and considerate to me, and he only has a quilt laid out. Could it be that he is also interested in me?"

"Don't dare."

"Don't dare again," the little prince frowned, his expression that should have been angry was even more coquettish because of the upturned corners of his eyes, "I think you are just in love with me, and you are so rigid about the so-called Buddhist etiquette that you dare not admit it." That's all."

In fact, the little Prince Qin could feel Wu’s concern for him, which seems to be everywhere but everywhere, and he was even more unhappy because of this. He didn’t understand why he was clearly moved, but he was still alienated. Could it be that he didn’t mess with the so-called monks? Hongchen's faith?

After Liao Wu made the bed, the little prince began to take off his clothes in front of him, his movements were natural and casual.

Liao Wu turned his back, put his hands together and closed his eyes, and said: "Amitabha, the almsgiver can take off his clothes after entering the bed, the place is cold and harmful to the body."

"Zichang is caring about me?"

"Individual matter."

"Duty?" The little prince said with a meaningful smile, "I'm indeed what you do."

Referred to as insiders.

Qin Yi got into bed obediently, and nimbly got into the bed. When Liao Wu was making the bed, he stuffed smooth warm stones into the bed. The bed was warm at this moment, and he squinted his eyes contentedly as soon as he got in. At a glance, the expression is like a proud and pitiful kitten.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, he entered the bed, and the little prince skillfully wrapped his hands and feet around his body, and fell asleep peacefully.

During the day, Jiang Huo would come to discuss poetry with the young prince, and every time he had something to say, Qin Yi flatly rejected it without leaving a trace.He thought that Jiang Huo would stop pestering him after a long time, but he didn't expect that he would become more serious, staring at the little prince every day, asking for his health and care in detail, and finally the little prince even started to avoid him.

"What's the matter with the benefactor."

"Zichang, why don't you follow this king, so that Jiang Huo will give up."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Where is this king talking nonsense, this king clearly behaves properly and has a decisive attitude." At this point, he thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said, "This king knows, this king will tell Jiang Huo, You and I love each other, teach him to choose another lover!"

"Benefactor Qin." Liao Wuwei frowned and called him in a deep voice.

The little prince raised his eyebrows: "This king is here, how are you doing?"

"You!" It was rare for Liaowu to see Wuyan who was blocked, he really didn't know what to do with this noble and beautiful little prince.

Seeing this, the little prince chuckled, took a step forward, and took advantage of the fact that there was no reaction, he put his head on his chest, and said: "Hehe, why is your heart beating so fast? Don't you want to betray your sincerity?" Yes, I know, you also like me. Why don't you want to become vulgar for me?"

"Amitabha."

Liao Wu clasped his hands together, nodded his head and narrowed his eyes and said: "Love is vain, the benefactor should not be obsessed with it anymore. Being tempted is only a momentary scene, and being attached to it is fleeting, and in the end it is hard for yourself. If the benefactor looks back after a few years, he will find that the present Today seems like a lifetime away, with no sadness or joy, a complete enlightenment, and regret for the past."

"Do you regret it? Including your momentary love now?"

Only then did I want to say "it should be so", but I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my heart, like a thousand arrows piercing my heart, and my flesh and blood were twisted, no matter what I couldn't say it out.

The little prince smiled happily.

In the next few months, the little prince still stayed on this mountain, pure and comfortable.

In a blink of an eye, it was Xiaonian.

"23, Tanggua sticky;

24. House cleaning day;

25. Frozen tofu;

……

Thirty nights stay up all night;

On the first and second day of junior high school, the streets are full of people. "

There is also a sense of the new year in the temple. The silly little monks gathered together, reciting nursery rhymes, and disturbing the courtyard. Qin Yi looked at it with a smile.

After all, Jiang Huo is a great general, and all the soldiers in the army have business before them, so they should not stay in the temple for a long time.When the wind and snow stopped and the mountain road cleared up, he led the troops and left Linghua Temple.

As the year approached, the Holy One was worried about the little prince, and there were frequent messages from the mountain to let the little prince return to the palace for the new year.

After a few pushbacks, on the twenty-eighth day, after eating the fast meal in the monastery, the little prince wiped his mouth slowly and said, "Today, let's go back to the palace."

The servants of the palace returned hurriedly: "This servant is going to pack up."

Without saying goodbye to Liaowu, Qin Yi went down the mountain.

That night, Liao Wu stood in front of the bed and looked at the heavy quilt on the bed, his mind was rarely distracted, he was silent for a long time, he even forgot to turn the prayer beads in his hand.

----

Beijing is extremely lively on New Year's Eve, with fireworks and firecrackers "cracking".In the palace, all the princes and concubines gathered together, and the Holy Majesty sat at the head, majestic and mighty.

The Holy Majesty is extremely partial to the little prince. During the banquet, he kept asking about his health condition, daily life, and repeatedly bestowing treasures, which made the other princes secretly jealous. Destiny, this stumbling block must be removed.

Qin Yi saw it in his eyes, advancing and retreating in a dimension, with a dignified and courteous smile.

It seems that there is a lot of fun, but the Holy One suggested that poetry should be a pleasure, and those who come out on top will be rewarded.The little prince has been brilliant since he was a child, and he has amazed the world and become famous all over the country. This "poetry fair" seems to be his home field.

The 19-year-old Eighth Prince hated his teeth. He was only born one year earlier than the young prince. Because of his similar age, he was used for comparison and measurement everywhere since he was a child. In fact, he was not mediocre, but Qin Sihe didn't know why. Born, except for his sick and weak body, he is better than others in everything-familiarity with the Four Books, mastering the art of war, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.He was favored by his father and courtiers, even the murderous Jiang Huo treated him differently.

And until now I have not been crowned king, seeing him, how can I not be jealous and hate him.

He suppressed the jealousy in his heart, and comforted himself, he didn't live long anyway.

As soon as Mo Hai arrived, the little prince smiled and said to the Holy Master: "Father, my son is going to step back and rest."

He is weak and rarely sleeps late. In the past, he tried to keep the New Year's Eve, but he fainted at the table, his lips turned pale, and he was sweating profusely. Since then, the emperor has issued a decree to allow him to leave early.

The Holy Majesty asked concerned: "Will my son live in the palace today?"

"No," he said, and he subtly took out a box, which was full of precious things, all of which were annual gifts he wanted to give to the Holy One. He took out an exquisite pendant with an amulet hanging on it, and he presented the amulet Guisheng said, "I went to Linghua Temple for several months this time, and prayed day and night in front of the Buddha, and obtained an amulet for my father. May my father be healthy and peaceful, blessed the world, and powerful everywhere."

"Hahahaha!" Shengshang Dayue said, "The emperor is deeply in my heart, so I will accept the amulet. Go and recuperate well, don't tire yourself out."

"Yes, Father."

The slender young man is graceful and graceful, walking like a green pine, which is pleasing to the eye, watching the back of such a person going away, the Eighth Prince's eyes flickered slightly, suppressing the weird smile in his heart.

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"Master, it's midnight, the twelfth lunar month is mid-winter, are we really going?"

The little prince waved his hand: "Go."

On New Year’s Eve, paper red lanterns were hung in front of every house, and the roads were brighter than ever before. The low-key and exquisite carriages passed by quickly, the sound of wheels rolling and firecrackers were heard endlessly, and the little princes in the carriages gathered together Putting the fluffy cloak on his body, pursing his lips to endure the feeling of bumps and dizziness.

After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped, and the little prince heard someone outside saying respectfully: "Master, we're here."

Then he got off the carriage in a hurry.

His steps were messy and slightly eager.

The servants who followed behind him kept dissuading: "Master, slow down, your body is the most important!"

The temple was brightly lit, green smoke curled up, and the smell of incense permeated. The little prince walked quickly all the way, and finally came to the main hall.Pushing open the door and entering, I saw a few monks sitting on futons reciting scriptures.Master Liaowu sat in the middle, with his handsome face as usual, with his eyes closed, he tapped the wooden fish slowly and rhythmically. and.

As if he had sensed something, the little prince had just stepped into the palace, and he opened his eyes instantly, and looked at each other for a moment, one pair of pupils were round and flirtatious, and the water waves were full of charm, while the other pair were open to the world and uncontaminated. The dirt is indifferent and dusty.

Just at this time, the powerful bell in the temple rang, and the exclamation of the little novice came from a distance. The firecrackers and fireworks under the mountain burned even worse, and the burning sky was dazzling. The monks also stopped chanting, all smiling , with joy in the corners of the eyes and brows.

Fortunately, we caught up.

The little prince's eyes were burning, there was thin sweat on his forehead, and there seemed to be peach blossoms and clear water in his eyes, which were crystal clear. He curled his lips, and his smile turned tender and his brows were full of spring.

"My son, happy new year."

"New Year Antai."

Life is divided by one year.