Salted fish, he thought about it

This string of small-leaf red sandalwood beads has been kept in Zhao'an Temple for many years. The texture is moist and clear, and it is full of incense, which means to eliminate karma.

Jiang Juan was usually clean again.His body is like a bodhi, and his heart is like a mirror, as if he will fly to the ground if he is not paying attention.

But now, Jiang Juan was lying on the soft couch, he was in constant pain because of the pain, his whole body was covered with damp water vapor, and his body smelled inexplicably sweet.

And the lobular red sandalwood bracelet on his ankle - the Buddhist beads symbolizing holiness and tranquility, against the fair complexion and curled toes, it showed a sense of decadence for no reason.

At this moment, the young man is no longer the little bodhisattva who does not stir up a trace of dust, he is a mud bodhisattva who cannot protect himself, has been pulled into the world of mortals by the Buddhist beads, and has many karmic obstacles.

He was a karma.

Don't cross the sea of ​​suffering, but cross people into the sea of ​​desire.

"My lord, are you ready?"

Xue Fangli didn't move for a long time, Jiang Juan couldn't help asking, Xue Fangli stared at his ankle, and touched his empty wrist with his fingertips, as if rubbing something.

—He held this ankle.

Thin and unbearable, even if there is no force, it will leave finger marks.

What if he squeezed hard?

In Miaoling Temple, the many desires he had bred finally became clear at this moment.

"My lord?"

Still no one paid attention to him, Jiang Juan turned his head, and met Xue Fangli's eyes all of a sudden, the dark color surged in his eyes, which made him unpredictable.

There were too many times when Jiang Juan couldn't understand him, but he was sure that the prince didn't have any malice towards him, so he didn't feel scared, and just said to himself, "Are you done?"

He sat up, straightened his clothes slowly, and lowered his head to fiddle with the lobular red sandalwood bracelet on his ankle.

With black hair piled on his shoulders, Jiang Juan complained softly: "No wonder my ankle hurts a little too, it hurts, my lord, look."

He pulled the string up, and the beads hit the delicate flesh, leaving round red marks.

How can everything leave marks on him?

Xue Fangli stretched out a hand to him, caressing Jiang Juan's ankle.Consistent with the touch in his memory, he lowered his eyes and almost unconsciously wanted to use force—"It's so itchy."

Jiang Juan hurriedly withdrew his feet and looked at Xue Fangli innocently.He is the one who makes people look at his ankles, and he is the one who doesn't touch much.

Xue Fangli looked at him, Jiang Juan was no longer in pain, and the dampness that was enveloping him also faded away. His eyes were clean and his temperament was pure.

He has no karma or desires at all.

It was intended to cross people, but it was tempting to breed karma, but he himself was ignorant and never cared.

How hateful.

It is better to let him hurt and cry.

No matter how he didn't care, he could only throw himself into his arms, begging for comfort with tears in his eyes.

Xue Fangli closed his eyes, suppressed the madness and restlessness deep in his soul, and said restrainedly: "Have a good rest, and pass on food when you are hungry."

Jiang Juan asked him strangely, "Where are you, my lord?"

"Something happened."

Xue Fangli put down two words lightly, and was about to leave, but suddenly said, "Your foot injury is no longer serious, and you can resume the medicinal bath."

Jiang Juan let out an "ah". It took a long time to soak in the medicated bath. He just wanted to go to bed early after taking a bath, "Let's recover tomorrow."

Xue Fangli looked at him, "When you came back, you were still acting like a baby with me, saying that you are very sick and can't take anything."

Jiang Juan: "?"

He wasn't acting like a baby at the time, he was just explaining.

But did the prince misunderstand something again?

Jiang Juan hesitated to speak, wanted to say something, but this happened before he wore the book, and there was no way to clarify it, so Jiang Juan had no choice but to admit it.

Taking a medicinal bath first, then soaking in the bath, after such a toss, Jiang Juan was already drowsy, and when he lay back on the bed, Lan Ting also rushed over from Biezhuang.

She hurriedly dried Jiang Juan's hair, Jiang Juan shook his head, "Forget it, it took too long to dry, just wipe it for me."

Lan Ting did not agree, "No way, young master, if you don't dry it quickly, you will catch a cold."

Jiang Juan had no choice but to hug the pillow and let her dry her hair.

This bed, he had slept in for one night, was so hard, now it is covered with a lot of soft silk, it feels a lot softer to the touch, but Jiang Juan slept in Xue Fangli's arms for several nights, no matter how soft it is, it is not as soft as the prince Comfortable.

Maintaining a constant temperature and feeling safe in Zuan's arms, he is forced to make a pillow every day, and he can take the opportunity to hug him back.

Jiang Juan couldn't help asking, "Where's the prince?"

Lan Ting replied: "My lord is resting in the cool breeze courtyard."

Well, there would be no prince without the prince. Jiang Juan just regretted it for a few seconds, and lay down again. After all, the bed was soft enough, so he could still sleep well.

But Xue Fangli couldn't sleep well, and couldn't even fall asleep.

In the Cool Breeze Courtyard, the singer sings lightly.

Between the heavy veils, Xue Fangli leaned on the soft couch. He had just taken a bath, his hair was wet and black, and a dark color appeared on his shoulders.

He hasn't used spices for a long time.The fragrance lingered in the room, but the effect was negligible. Xue Fangli spent the long night of silence like countless days and nights in the past.

It was only for a few nights that he could really fall asleep, and they all fell asleep peacefully while holding Jiang Juan in his arms, smelling the sweet breath on his body.

The juvenile has well-proportioned flesh and bones, but it is extremely comfortable to hold.

If he is there, he can be pulled into his arms, and as long as he lowers his head, he can snatch the smell from his neck.

It's just——"Love and desire for others is like walking against the wind with a torch, and you must suffer from burning hands."

Xue Fangli opened his mouth slowly, looking very bored.

He is not afraid of burning his hands.

He was afraid that he would not be able to keep Jiang Juan.In the end, he ended up with the same fate as Emperor Hongxing.

Delusion arises from thoughts, obstacles arise from ignorance, and demons arise from obstacles.

Poor and ridiculous.

Feeling fluctuating, restlessness and dull pain hit at the same time, Xue Fangli pressed his temples wearily, with a "squeak", the executive came back.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty said that he has a few summer resorts, but it's not as good as living in the Palace. The weather is hot, so you and the princess can live in the Palace."

Xue Fangli nodded, he didn't seem to think that staying in the emperor's palace was an honor, it was just a very common thing.

The senior officer hesitated for a few seconds, then said in a low voice: "The slave is very happy to see His Majesty, he said that this is the first time you have asked him for something."

Xue Fangli didn't talk anymore, the senior officer looked at him a few times, and then said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty will let you enter the palace tomorrow."

After a pause, the senior official said: "When I left, I saw Mr. Li from the Ministry of Punishment. He was kneeling outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Maybe it has something to do with today's incident."

"Ah."

Xue Fangli responded indifferently, and took out a sachet from his bosom.

The executive glanced at it. He was deeply impressed by the sachet. After all, it was clearly in the hands of the prince, and he let himself use the lost sachet as an excuse to go to the princess to ask for another one.

"It's all scents, why is it only his scent, this king likes it so much."

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes, as if he was asking a senior executive, or asking himself.

Flattering, high-level affairs are the best.He has a pair of eyes, but they are not for display. Before, the senior management only thought that the prince was quite conniving towards the princess, but now the senior management thinks otherwise.

Their lords, this is sinking.

——Wangfei said that peacocks have peacocks, and that there are summer resorts for those who are afraid of the heat. The lychees were sent from southern Xinjiang overnight, and the prince even smashed the Cining Palace in a rage.

What kind of princess is this? It's clearly a demon concubine.

"This shows that the princess and the prince are a match made in heaven," said the senior official, "the concubine has a pure heart and treats the prince very well. The prince likes the taste of the princess, so why doesn't the princess not like the prince?"

Xue Fangli asked with interest: "In your opinion, what does the princess like about this king?"

The senior officer was silent for a few seconds, then calmly replied: "...the princess likes the prince, he is a good person."

Xue Fangli snorted slightly, and looked at the senior executive sarcastically, who immediately lowered his head when he met his cold gaze.

The concubine could say three times a day that the prince is a good person, and the prince didn't look like this when he heard back, and he even coaxed the concubine with a glorious attitude.

The senior officer was slandering him endlessly, and he heard Xue Fangli say: "Go and see if the princess is asleep."

The senior executive should come down, "Yes."

Not long after, the senior executive left and returned, "My lord, my concubine has been sleeping for a while."

After a pause, he felt that the prince would be happy if he knew it, and the executive said again: "Before the princess went to bed, she asked the prince where you are."

Xue Fangli let out a "hmm", lowered his eyelids lazily, "Get lost."

The executive got the order and ran out in a hurry, Xue Fangli thought about what the executive said, and smiled softly.

Yeah, he's a "nice guy".

The young man let him hug him, was willing to sleep in his arms, and never defended him.

What is he restraining?

Good people have heard a lot, do you really think you are a good person?

The next day.

Before dawn, Jiang Juan was woken up.

"My lord, my lord——" Jiang Juan reluctantly opened his eyes under Lan Ting's call, and a pale hand lifted the curtain. Xue Fangli looked down at him and said, "Come into the palace with me."

Jiang Juan: "?"

He looked at the sky, it was still dark. Ever since he put on his books, there was no nurse to check the ward every morning, and Jiang Juan didn't wake up until mid-sun. It was impossible for him to move this early.

Jiang Juan: "I don't want to go."

Xue Fangli: "You think."

Jiang Juan said slowly, "But I want to sleep more."

Xue Fangli smiled slightly and said, "Sleep in the carriage."

Can a carriage have a comfortable bed?

Jiang Juan shook his head, turned his face, and resisted getting up early, Xue Fangli glanced at him, lifted the thin quilt, directly hugged Jiang Juan to sit up, and said to Lan Ting, "Clean up for him."

Jiang Juan: "..."

Even if the prince is a poor little boy, it would be too much to let him start business so early.

Jiang Juan: "I don't—" Xue Fangli: "Sleep with you."

How else would he sleep? Jiang Juan raised his head and looked quietly at Xue Fangli.

Xue Fangli turned a blind eye to this, and just lowered his head, sniffing the breath on Jiang Juan's body, and the restlessness and hostility accumulated all night were calmed down at this moment.

Just because the boy was sitting in his arms, and because he was obsessed with the smell of the boy.

Jiang Juan washed up unhappily, changed his clothes unhappily, and the whole salted fish was wilted because it opened too early.

Xue Fangli stared at him, and not long after, he said lightly: "If you really don't want to enter the palace, forget it."

Jiang Juan lifted his spirits and immediately said, "Then I..."

"Do you remember that my king reported to the officials yesterday," Xue Fangli said, "However, Marquis Anping decided that this king was the one who committed the murder."

Jiang Juan was startled, then nodded, "Yeah."

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes, "The assailant's father entered the palace last night, and asked his father to give him an explanation, and he also believed that it was the king's fault."

Jiang Juan let out an "ah" when he heard it, and his heart softened again.

"It's too much." Jiang Juan frowned, "The prince is obviously kind, and they misunderstood you no matter what."

Xue Fangli said calmly: "This king has long been used to it."

When he said this, Jiang Juan felt even more pitiful. He sighed and said affectionately, "Forget it, my lord, I will accompany you into the palace."

Xue Fangli asked: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

No matter how salty the fish is, it can't lie flat now, Jiang Juan said, "You can sleep on the road."

"Ah."

With a smile on Xue Fangli's lips, he said gently: "It's been so long on the road, let's sleep in my king's arms."