The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

Zhu Jiuci glared at him, turned over and buried himself in the soft blanket, and just as he closed his eyes, he felt someone hit his back.Unable to bear it and sat up, Liang Zhaoge was still pinching his fingertips, frowning, obviously disgusted, but because he couldn't get rid of his hands, he could only stamp his feet on the spot in discomfort.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Jiuci knew that if he didn't solve it for him today, he wouldn't want to sleep.

Liang Zhaoge put his arm straight up to Zhu Jiuci's nose, and the latter immediately smelled a familiar spicy smell.

"It smells bad..." Liang Zhaoge was aggrieved, and moved his fingertips away in disgust, "What can I do?"

Zhu Jiuci snorted, what a big deal!He casually threw him a veil and asked him to wipe it, Liang Zhaoge threw the veil and twisted it up again: "I can't wipe it off...it still smells bad."

Zhu Jiuci was already hovering on the verge of anger, the carriage team had already set off, it was impossible to stop and allow him to go back to wash his hands, endured his anger and leaned over to fetch the teacup, grabbed the beauty's hand to soak in it, rubbed it roughly and threw it away, " It's clean, go to sleep!"

Liang Zhaoge carefully wiped his fingertips dry with a handkerchief, and tentatively sniffed at the tip of his nose.

Seeing his perverted cleanliness, Zhu Jiuci finally couldn't help it anymore, and forced someone to come over with a gentle demeanor, pulled the man's wrist and said very kindly: "Can Zhaoge ride a horse?"

Liang Zhaoge nodded hesitantly: "Yes."

Zhu Jiuci kicked the man out of the carriage, ignoring the man's grievances outside, and said viciously: "Lingyin Temple is not too far away, so let Zhaoge ride there. The garlic smell is gone."

There was a panic outside the carriage, and there was a sound of hooves and nasal neighing when a servant led the horse.When everything quieted down, Zhu Jiuci sighed comfortably and fell into the soft blanket.

The wooden car wall creaked and rubbed against the ear, the man was still scratching the wall outside, Zhu Jiuci ignored it.

This time I slept soundly, the carriage had stopped when I opened my eyes, I turned over and sat up, only to feel refreshed and broad-minded, it was a rare good sleep.

Zhu Jiuci happily jumped out of the carriage. When he looked up, the sun dazzled his eyes. The man was riding a snow-white horse, wearing a fox fur cloak and a Zhaojun hat covering his face.Zhu Jiuci's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed forward in panic and opened the man's clothes.

Liang Zhaoge looked at him suspiciously, holding on to the fluttering belt with his slender fingertips, he leaned over and said, "What's the matter, little grandpa?"

Zhu Jiuci saw his fair neck suddenly come back to his senses, realized that he was tormented by a nightmare again, let go of his hand in a daze, and stood in front of the horse in a daze.

"Don't you like this big cloak, young man?" Liang Zhaoge pulled the ribbon to take it off.

Anian rushed forward to stop him: "Young Master Liang, let's wear it."

Just now, when Zhu Jiuci was sleeping soundly, he really missed the shocking scene of the beauty driving the horse. The Immortal Horse attracted the crowds of the whole city to watch. I don’t know who started it, but imitated the Wei Jin throwing fruit carts to praise his appearance.Liang Zhaoge was riding a horse, so he couldn't throw it on the horse's back, so the carriage behind him suffered a disaster.If the Duke's wife hadn't blocked it, the melons and fruits of the common people could have smashed Zhu Jiuci to death in his sleep.

The Duke had no choice but to throw a big cloak, which finally concealed someone's demeanor, and the people retreated with regret.

The little prince in his sleep didn't know that he had caused such a big mess because of his willful temper. Fortunately, the well-trained servants of the Duke's mansion were accustomed to this, so they didn't cause a big mess.

Liang Zhaoge got off his horse, grabbed Zhu Jiuci and shook his arm.

Zhu Jiuci forced a smile: "Let's go."

The ten thousand long steps in front of Lingyin Temple are shrouded in clouds and mist, even a powerful official has to step up step by step.In the early morning, all the officials went up to the green mountain, and the stone steps were covered by the mist. For a while, it seemed that the officials were stepping on the clouds, heading for the immortal palace with no end.

Passing a thousand steps, looking back at the foot of the mountain, the fog is rolling majesticly, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and you can't see the way. Then you turn around and look up at the Lingyin Temple in the secluded place. For a while, you don't know where you are. The ants climbed up, coupled with the hard work of climbing the mountain, all the arrogant and indulgent ministers in the past took off their bodies. They only felt exhausted, and they were even more afraid of the Holy One who looked down on everything from the top.

This rule set by the ancestors was a wake-up call to the officials who indulged in the extravagance of the capital.

In addition to the fat ministers and big-eared ministers who were suppressed by the ancestors, there was also the same arrogant and indulgent little father-in-law.

Although Zhu Jiuci seldom rides in a carriage, on weekdays he just walks between Zuixian Tower and the Duke’s Mansion, and hardly uses his legs and feet. This mountain climbing is really painful, and he almost uses his hands and feet to climb up. .The Duke and Mrs. Guo didn't bother to wait for him, they had already left their precious children and walked at the front of the line.

Liang Zhaoge Yingying followed, unable to help him due to the etiquette of his ancestors, he could only watch from the side with distress.

"Should the young master take a rest? It's still early."

Zhu Jiuci waved his hands, bent down and climbed up the third step, turned his head to look at Liang Zhaoge, the beauty was so beautiful, her face was exquisite, she was not sweating, she didn't look like she had climbed a thousand steps, who would believe that she was Fuchu can't carry a sick child that can't be carried on his shoulders.He couldn't believe it: "Isn't Zhaoge tired?"

Liang Zhaoge shook his head, and quickly helped Zhu Jiuci while others were not paying attention: "I'm not as lazy as the young man..." Lazy.

"Zhaoge!"

Liang Zhaoge shut his mouth, quietly let go of his hands and followed him up.

The snow-white fox velvet Zhaojun hat blocked most of the face, and the ministers on the side could only see a tall figure, but they couldn't see the real face, and then saw Zhu Jiuci, who was exhausted like a dog, couldn't see the beautiful scenery of Liang Zhaoge for a while, and they all shook their heads and walked away Go on, and continue on your way of suffering.

"Five thousand." Liang Zhaoge said.

Zhu Jiuci's legs went limp and he sat down, tilted his head up and panted heavily, exhaled a large cloud of white air, which disappeared in an instant.

"You still have the mood to count that!"

Liang Zhaoge lowered his head and pinched his sleeve: "It's always boring, counting for fun."

Zhu Jiuci still didn't believe it: "Aren't you still chatting with me just now?"

Along the way, Liang Zhaoge talked a lot. Seven or eight chapters of the story of Legendary and Monsters have been told, and how can they still be distracted to count the steps?

Liang Zhaoge said, "It doesn't affect me."

Immediately, Zhu Jiuci felt that his IQ had been insulted, and angrily stood up and climbed up more than a dozen steps in one go, leaving Liang Zhaoge far behind.

Walking a few steps slowly under the scorching sunlight, the man followed up quietly, walking up one step behind him.

Zhu Jiuci looked into the distance, the cirrus clouds covered the city below the mountain, the prosperous and flamboyant life in the capital was hidden under the dark clouds, intrigues, joys and sorrows, all in one place.He suddenly felt sad, turned to Liang Zhaoge and said, "Everything will be fine after today is over."

Liang Zhaoge didn't understand what he said, and was about to speak when there was a rush of footsteps behind him, when suddenly a fiery figure rushed between the two of them and bumped into Zhu Jiuci's shoulder, Liang Zhaoge quickly supported him.

Chen Qingyan stood outside the five steps and turned his head, looking down from a high position, proudly out of place.

He raised his chin and said, "I'm sorry, Liang Sile."

It was Zhu Jiuci who bumped into him, but the apology was addressed to Liang Zhaoge.

Zhu Jiuci has a violent temper and wants to rush forward. It is useless to provoke this person on weekdays, but as long as Liang Zhaoge is involved, even a word can make him angry.

Chen Qingyan chuckled, waiting for him to rush up.

Liang Zhaoge grabbed him, "Young master."

"Him!" Zhu Jiuci gritted his teeth, and realized that he was angered by nameless anger, and he swallowed his anger reluctantly not to look at the person on the top.

Chen Qingyan grabbed the soft whip wrapped around his waist, gave him a gloomy look, turned and left.

The fiery red figure was quite distinct among the officials, and disappeared after a few shakes.

"Zhaoge." Zhu Jiuci stomped his feet angrily.

"What is the young man competing with that person for?" Liang Zhaoge pulled him forward, the thick soft cloak covering the hands they held together, which could be regarded as breaking the rules under the eyes of the old ancestor.

"He is really too much!"

"Didn't he apologize?" Liang Zhaoge said.

Zhu Jiuci was tongue-tied, the person in front of him didn't know what others were saying.Forget it, after all, Liang Zhaoge didn't care much, so why should he be angry.

"Let's go."

"Five thousand and twenty-three." Liang Zhaoge reminded him.

Zhu Jiuci glanced at him, then counted silently in his heart.

After walking for a while, I don’t feel tired, I just focus on my feet, I don’t think about which favorite minister passed by, I don’t think there are thousands of steps ahead, I just look at the clouds and mist, black stones and moss under my feet.

"Here we are." Liang Zhaoge's voice rang in his ears, and Zhu Jiuci raised his eyes in shock.Gao Xing dragged him forward, Grandpa Guo glared at him, and Zhu Jiuci let go of his hand in despair.

The ancestor worship ceremony had not yet started, and many courtiers were still halfway up the green hill. Zhu Jiuci took Liang Zhaoge to the small courtyard on the west side of the temple to rest.

To the north of the detour, there is a green brick kiln, and a lot of handwriting has been carved on the kiln, saying, "I will send money to my loving father in ten directions", "Cold clothes and food, my loving mother will accept it" and so on.It turned out to be a place for offering incense in the temple. The pilgrims burned the paper money and were still not satisfied. They wanted to engrave the names and names of their relatives on the outside of the blue bricks, as if they would not receive them. Zhu Jiuci glanced at it and left. But pulled him.

"My lord, wait a moment."

Zhu Jiuci was really surprised, he ran back and approached him: "Zhaoge also wants to burn paper money?"

Liang Zhaoge took out a thin scroll from his sleeve, the paper was yellow, and on the front of the scroll was written the Sutra of the Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vows.

Zhu Jiuci stood patiently by the side and waited, watching Liang Zhaoge elegantly put the thin scroll into the kiln, the tongue of fire instantly curled the corner, and the word "Prajna" was engulfed in the flames, the fireworks rose, and the three-page thin scroll was blown up by the wind. Scroll, ink black lowercase letters flashed by.

Zhu Jiuci can see clearly.

"Current karma cannot be eradicated. Stepping into the world, but committing crimes again. Rats and rats are also life. If the fire tongue is extinguished, the heart is ashamed. Copying the Ksitigarbha scriptures at night, saving the dead, and getting the Dharma early, breaking away from reincarnation .”

It turned out that Liang Zhaoge copied the scriptures to save the rat that day, and the blue smoke rose into the sky, hiding in the mist of the morning light, and the innocent creatures who passed away a long time ago were reincarnated with the wind.

"Let's go, young master."

Zhu Jiuci stood still, staring at the bright red flames, feeling the heat wave.

"What's wrong?" Liang Zhaoge held him.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly hugged him, buried him in his clothes, and tightly grasped his back with his fingertips.

Liang Zhaoge couldn't help laughing, hugged him and shook him lightly: "Young master?"

Zhu Jiuci shook his head and remained silent.How can there be such a kind-hearted person in the world, who comes to the world as pure as jade, unstained by dust.

The tits twittered and flew over, and the monks in the temple began to chant sutras.The bell of the ancient temple rang, and the lingering sound lingered, sympathizing with the world.