The princess's little white-faced concubine

"Quick! Save her, please save her."

The legs of the little monk being begged are a little weak. You must know that the person opposite is the princess of a country. The weight in her heart is heavy.

"Donor, don't worry." The little monk reassured, and then several people carried Jiang Zhichu to the Zen room, unexpectedly felt that the benefactor was too light, like a "paper man".

Jiang Zhichu’s injury was on his shoulder, but did not hurt his kidneys, so he only needed to pull out the dagger to stop the bleeding, and cook some blood-enriching soup. The body, I'm afraid the words of □□ spouted a lot of blood, the wound must be deep enough to see the bone, but he is just a young monk with inexperience, so he notified the master in advance, and he should do the work of stopping the bleeding first.

Who is it that hits such a heavy hand, presumably they are rushing to take someone's life, if this position is injured on the body of the female benefactor, the stabbing is not the shoulder but the heart, even if the Buddha came in person, there is no way to recover up.

The person was lying on the couch, the bed on the left shoulder side was stained red with blood, Wei Zhaojin held her hand firmly, not daring to let go for a moment, for fear that this person would lose his warmth.

The little monk said respectfully: "Almsgiver, I have to untie his clothes first."

Wei Zhaojin nodded, and the little monk dared to take off Jiang Zhichu's clothes, one layer, two layers, until the third layer, the little monk's hands paused and he didn't dare to untie.

The belt of the jacket was loosened, and the white cloth on the chest, the slightly raised curve and the somewhat slender waist could be vaguely seen.

The little monk's face turned red, and he quickly got up and knelt down on the ground, constantly apologizing to the Buddha.

"Don't look at evil, don't look at evil, disciple didn't mean it."

woman...she is woman...

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wei Zhaojin couldn't help but gasped, his pupils constricted, and his throat tightened.

She should have thought a long time ago that the red stain was not hemorrhoids, but a woman's sunflower water. She always felt that Jiang Zhichu was a little delicate, but she never doubted that she was a woman.

But... even so, you can't die, I want you to live, to explain all this to me alive!

"Save her for me!" Wei Zhaojin roared, eyes red, and regardless of his identity, he went forward and dragged the little monk up.

The young monk's legs were shaking in fear of being grabbed by the front of his clothes, but he still didn't dare to look in Jiang Zhichu's direction.

Yiqiu was too shocked to speak. Who would have thought that Jiang Zhichu was a woman, but after all, it was a human life. Even if she committed the crime of deceiving the emperor, she could avoid death if she was a meritorious escort.

Jiang Zhichu lost a lot of blood, his face was pale, which made people feel distressed, and there seemed to be a small hillock between his eyebrows because of the pain.

The little monk tremblingly dared not look at it, and Yiqiu didn't know how. For the first time, Wei Zhaojin felt so at a loss.

"Snapped."

A slap fell on the little monk's face, and the little monk cried in fright. Wei Zhaojin continued to threaten her: "If she dies in Lingruo Temple today, I will ask you to be buried with her!"

"Why should the benefactor get so angry." Master Kongzhi's voice came slowly, and Wei Zhaojin gained some sanity.

Wei Zhaojin let go of the little monk, trembling uncontrollably, and begged: "Master, please save her. If you can save her, I will eat fast and chant Buddha for a year to apologize to the Buddha."

Master Kongzhi said indifferently: "Let the poor monk come." Then he looked at the young monk and his tone was still flat, neither rushing nor blaming, "The firewood in the backyard hasn't been chopped yet."

The little monk seemed to grasp the life-saving straw and quickly nodded, bowed and ran out as if saying goodbye.

Since it was the shoulder that was injured, there was no need to untie the white cloth on her chest, only the left shoulder was exposed.

Now that the dagger needs to be pulled out, Wei Zhaojin turned her face away in pain, and bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth. A moment later, she heard Jiang Zhichu yell out in pain. The person has already woken up, and the severe pain caused by the pulling out of the blade and the nerves involved has woken up painfully.

His face was pale and haggard, but his five fingers grabbed Wei Zhaojin's sleeve desperately. His fingertips turned white, and beads of sweat flowed out from his body. The bed was already soaked in blood and sweat. tears.

She whimpered, and for a moment she didn't know whether it was pleading or pain in her eyes.

Wei Zhaojin felt the pain in his heart as if he had been thrown to the ground and kicked hard twice, and his eyes became moist.

Even if that person hurts so much, he doesn't want to catch him, he can't bear to hurt himself, and he hurt her so much at the beginning, he felt guilty all of a sudden.

She grabbed Jiang Zhichu's hand, wanting to share some of the pain for her.

Conditions are limited. Master Kongzhi will suture the wound after simply treating the wound. If Jiang Zhichu's wound is not too deep and the blood is not bleeding, there is no need to suture it. Now Jiang Zhichu will have to endure unbearable pain for ordinary people.

When the silver needle just went in, Jiang Zhichu screamed out of pain and passed out.

The pain in Wei Zhaojin's arm eased instantly.

An hour later, Jiang Zhichu's wound was stitched up and a bandage was put on. He was lying there breathing weakly. If he didn't look carefully, he would think he was a dead person...

The secret that Jiang Zhichu is a daughter is only known to the little monk, Master Kongzhi, Yiqiu, and Wei Zhaojin. Naturally, Yiqiu will not tell the matter. Master Kongzhi is an eminent monk who is naturally trustworthy. At that time, he had already moved to kill the little monk, but Master Kongzhi assured him that this place is a place of Buddhism, so Wei Zhaojin let him go.

"Your Highness, son-in-law...Jiang Zhichu's medicine." Yi Qiu brought the medicine, but when she faced Jiang Zhichu, she suddenly didn't know what to call it.

"Give it to me."

Wei Zhaojin looked a little haggard, and his hands trembled slightly when he took the medicine.

Yiqiu didn't go far, and stood quietly by the side, waiting for orders.

She gently scooped up a spoonful, checked the temperature to make sure it wouldn't burn her, and then sent it to her mouth, but no matter how much this man fed her, she spit it out without swallowing it at all.

Yiqiu saw that Wei Zhaojin was in a hurry, and wanted to step forward to help Jiang Zhichu up, but just as he took a step, he saw Wei Zhaojin put the decoction into his mouth, then bent down and delivered it to the man's mouth.

The moment Wei Zhaojin leaned down, Wei Zhaojin's long hair fell down, blocking the faces of the two of them. Yiqiu couldn't see clearly, but she could vaguely see Jiang Zhichu's throat moving slightly.

Wei Zhaojin's face turned red visible to the naked eye, and then gave the medicine in the bowl several times before it bottomed out.

Yiqiu: Your Highness, tell me anyway, can I go out?Just help her up...you just want to kiss her!Well... I still have to be called a consort in the future.

Why?Did Your Highness stick out your tongue just now?

ah!No no no, it must be an illusion.

Yiqiu stood where she was, whether she was going or not, she could only stay there.

"Yiqiu."

God, the Buddha has appeared, Your Highness, you finally remembered that there is another person here!

"Your Highness."

Wei Zhaojin got up, covered the quilt and said, "You look at her here." His tone was cold, as if he had returned to the past.

"Yes."

After Wei Zhaojin went out, he went directly to the main hall, knelt on the ground with his legs bent, and ignored the cushions beside him.

Lord Buddha, I have sinned deeply. The person who should be punished is not her but me. The mistakes my disciple committed here today will be made up for in the future. I beg you to bless her...

After all, she bent down and bowed heavily three times, her forehead was pressed against the opposite side, and after three bows, her skin was a little broken.

The dark night outside made the inside of the hall extraordinarily bright, and the night wind passed through the hall and blew on her body and brushed the wound on her forehead, like a pair of hands gently stroking.

Did you forgive the disciple?

She knelt on the ground, closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, like a devout monk, she knelt until her legs felt cold and never got up.

half an hour...an hour...

Love is impermanent like wind and snow, but it will die when it moves.

That night, the coachman received a rather strange guest. The monk in Haiqing hurriedly got into the car, and dropped a piece of silver without even saying hello.

"Quick! Go! The farther you go, the better!"

This man's voice was sharp and his face was pale, like a ghost who died tragically... No, he seemed to be haunted by a ghost.

The man seemed to be in a hurry to reincarnate, he kept urging the coachman and turned his head from time to time, but the coachman had no choice but to leave the unfinished steamed buns and jumped into the carriage, waving his whip.

The horse started to gallop, and the man breathed a sigh of relief.

The coachman was a little curious, so he asked, "Where are you going?"

But with this short sentence, the man became anxious, and shouted in a sharp voice: "What are you asking!"

This sound made the coachman confused for a moment whether he was a man or a woman.

The whistling wind and the rustling sound of blowing leaves are in my ears. In the dark night, I can't see my fingers, and birdsong can be heard from time to time. The coachman only feels like he is standing on his hair.

I'm afraid I've met a ghost.

Suddenly, there seemed to be people moving on both sides, and a hemp rope was suddenly lifted from the ground. The horse failed to jump over, and its front legs bent and fell to the ground, falling to the ground together with the driver, the shed and the people inside.

There was a cloud of dust.

The coachman struggled to get up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw two black figures standing in front of him. The silver masks on their faces shone coldly under the moonlight, like the messengers of death from hell.

As soon as the coachman stood up, he was frightened and collapsed to the ground again, but fortunately, the target of these people was not him.

There was a sudden movement behind him, and Chu Ziqi fled with difficulty dragging his legs that were stabbed by the wood, but who were the shadow guards? They jumped onto the tree trunk and landed in front of Chu Ziqi's eyes.

Chu Ziqi was so frightened that he collapsed and trembled violently.

"The person who hurt the master still wants to run? Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, we will catch you." Ling E said fiercely, as if he would goug him out in the next second.

He couldn't run away no matter what, Chu Ziqi was ready to die, his head lost a scar the size of a bowl, 18 years later he was still a good man.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, exposing his neck.

Ling seemed to be amused, and snorted coldly: "Do you think you will let you go like this? If you don't let you experience the pain of skinning and deboning, how can you relieve the hatred in the master's heart?"

Skinned and deboned...

No, no!It must not fall into Wei Zhaojin's hands.

Chu Ziqi cried loudly, knelt down to beg for mercy, and kowtowed to Ling, his forehead was bloody and bloody, but Ling was unmoved at all, and with a wave of his hand, the people behind her came up and grabbed Chu Ziqi.

The boundless night was surrounded by fear, and the silent night sky was broken by shrill screams. The "Hell Messenger" took away the sinners. If there were no mess everywhere, the coachman thought it was a dream he had.

——Lingruo Temple

Ling quietly walked to Wei Zhaojin's side, seeing that the master was devoting herself, she didn't bother her.

"Caught?"

Wei Zhaojin spoke suddenly, with a murderous look in his tone, the air seemed to condense, and even Ling couldn't help shaking.

"Caught it, how to deal with it."

Wei Zhaojin got up slowly but knelt down because of numbness in both legs. Ling was shocked and hurried forward to help.

She calmed down for a moment and said leisurely: "Secretly sent to the dungeon of Dali Temple, how can he trample on the clean land of Buddhism? Dirty things..."

She showed disgust on her face, paused and then said: "You know the methods of this palace, don't die, when Xiao Chu recovers from his injuries, I will play with him personally."

"Yes..."

Xiaochu?

Ling suddenly hesitated for a moment, and then remembered that the son-in-law's name was Jiang Zhichu. He didn't expect the master and her to be so close.

The author has something to say: Wei Zhaojin: Yiqiu, be more confident, just stick out your tongue.

Yiqiu: I shouldn't be here, I should be under the car.

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