I have a routine, male god

Silky green willows hang down to the water, like a slim beauty dressing in a mirror. The breeze blows, the water ripples, and the hibiscus flowers planted on both sides compete for beauty, attracting butterflies.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the monks in the wind and the moon are telling the queen about the scenery of the Tang Dynasty, including the romance and elegance of spring flowers and autumn moon, the wealth and beauty of luxury and luxury, and the shining stars of the 24 heroes of Lingyan Pavilion...

Su Xi listened carefully, full of yearning for this magnificent and prosperous dynasty. This is the real Tang Dynasty, a bright pearl in Chinese history, and what the system opened to her is only the tip of the iceberg!

"Holy Monk, after talking about the Tang Dynasty for so long, why don't you tell me the story on the journey to learn the scriptures!" Su Xi stared at Xuanzang, with stars shining in his eyes.

Xuanzang was stunned for a moment, then immediately came back to his senses and began to talk about his experiences in the past few years.

Listening to this, tears welled up in Su Xi's eyes. After reading Journey to the West countless times, everyone praised Sun Wukong for his supernatural powers, going up to heaven and earth, omnipotent, but who knew Xuanzang's hardships?

He is just a mortal, wind and frost will make him sick, thorns will cut his skin, rain and snow will make him cold, even if the monsters have not succeeded in eating him, people will be afraid!

When you are bound in a cold and dark cave, when you are erected in a tall steamer, when you are surrounded by dry bones and monsters who are staring at you...how much courage and perseverance are needed to support yourself to go all the way? ?

"Your Majesty, why are you crying?" Xuanzang looked at the teardrops in Su Xi's eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little flustered. He was gentle and compassionate by nature, and he couldn't see anyone crying.

Two drops of tears fell from the corners of Su Xi's eyes. Her brows and eyes were as full of weeping dew as fragrant orchids. She said softly, "Xuanzang, I love you so much!"

This sound was like smoke and mist, seemingly weak, but with great power, it knocked on Xuanzang's heart in an instant. For so many years, no one has ever said that he loves him.

Everyone said that he was the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, but in fact he is just a mortal with no magic power now, it's not that he has no intention of shrinking back, it's just that the suffering has never been unspeakable.

"Xuanzang, can you let me see your hands?" Su Xi asked tearfully.

Xuanzang stretched out his hands slowly, and Su Xi held his hand, and saw that it was covered with fine wounds and thick calluses, because he was often traveling in the wind and snow, and had to hold the rein, his joints were very big, look It looks rough.

These are just minor injuries to Sun Wukong, so no one will notice.

Su Xi stroked Xuanzang's hands lightly, and sighed, "Oh, why don't you treat your frostbite repeatedly? And here, don't bandage it. Did one of your wounds just heal and the other wound just healed? popped up again?"

Xuanzang said softly, "It's okay, just a little injury, the poor monk is fine."

Su Xi frowned, and said with concern: "What is a minor injury? Take care of yourself!"

She turned the back of Xuanzang's hand and looked at his palm again, at this moment she gasped, "Why is there a golden lotus flower in your palm?"

Xuanzang said: "It has been with me since I was born. The abbot said this proves that I have a predestined relationship with Buddha."

Su Xi felt very novel, no matter which version of Journey to the West, he had never heard of Tang Seng holding a lotus in his hand!She touched the lotus flower with her fingertips, wondering if it was an illusion, the originally closed flower seemed to be slightly opened.

"Your Majesty!" The prime minister's voice suddenly came from a distance. She walked out of the corridor and saw the scene inside the pavilion. She immediately opened her eyes wide, and then showed a clear smile.

Xuanzang's heart fluttered suddenly, he hastily withdrew his hand, and said to Su Xi: "The poor monk will leave." He left in a hurry.

Back at the residence, the disciples asked Xuanzang what he had talked with the queen, and he answered a few words absent-mindedly, then closed the door and went to chant scriptures by himself.

At night, the maid brought ointment and gloves, and said respectfully: "The queen ordered me to give these things to the holy monk, and said that with the gloves, you will not suffer from frostbite in the future."

Xuanzang held the thick gloves, feeling warm in his heart.

The next day, Su Xi called Xuanzang again. She looked at Xuanzang's hand and asked with concern, "How is it? Have you applied the medicine?"

Xuanzang put his palms together and said, "Thank you for your concern, it has been painted."

Only then did Su Xi smile: "This medicine is made from seven exotic flowers and herbs. It not only cures frostbite, but also has miraculous effects on various bruises. You will recover soon."

She continued: "Today I will take you around the middle school so that you can see how well I manage the daughter country!"

After finishing speaking, Su Xi took Xuanzang out of the palace. The two walked through the bustling market, looked at the dazzling array of goods, climbed up the city wall, overlooked the lights of thousands of houses, and finally listened to the waves by the Zimu River. bursts of sound.

I don't know who had a happy event, a few brilliant fireworks suddenly bloomed in the night sky, and the light burst into the four directions, and then fell like a meteor, the beauty was like a dream.

Su Xi pointed at the fireworks and smiled sweetly. Looking back at them, they looked like thousands of flowers. She asked, "Does it look good?"

Xuanzang looked at her peerless face and hesitated to answer.

For the next month, Su Xi would often invite Xuanzang to enjoy flowers or taste tea, and accompany her every day. On this day, when she returned to her bedroom, she saw the bright moon standing in front of the window.

The moonlight sprinkled on him like frost and snow, he lowered his eyelashes, and said with a lonely look: "Why are you always with that Tang Xuanzang, am I not good?"

Seeing his expression, Su Xi felt extremely pity in his heart, and quickly stepped forward to hold his hand and said, "Sorry, I haven't been with you these days!"

She sighed faintly: "I have always yearned for the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, but as a queen, I can't put aside everything, and Xuanzang finally came, so I am more excited!"

Jiaoyue: "Is that really the case?"

Su Xi nodded, and said again: "Last time I said I wanted to learn "Shangxie" with you, but it took me so long, why don't I start learning tonight!"

Only then did a smile appear in Jiaoyue's eyes, and she said softly, "Okay."

On the other side, Xuanzang was having dinner with his apprentices, but Zhu Bajie asked in surprise, "Master, why did the lotus in your palm bloom?"

Xuanzang spread out his palms, and suddenly saw the nasturtium flower unfolding several petals, his hands trembled, and he quickly closed his palms, his heart was shocked.

Xuanzang recited scriptures in his room all night, as if this would relieve his uneasiness. The next day, he decided that it was time to leave.

The wind blows the wind chimes hanging from the corners of the eaves, making a series of crisp sounds. The sun is shining in the temple, and the golden jade agate inlaid on the beams is shining brightly.

Although there was hot tea on the table, Xuanzang didn't take a sip, he said: "Your Majesty..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Xi held the pipa and said with a sweet smile, "Xuanzang, I recently learned a piece of music from the Central Plains. Would you like to comment on it?"

Seeing her expectant eyes, Xuanzang thought that it would be fine after listening to the song, so he agreed.

When the chord sounded, it was an extremely familiar piece of music.

"Shangxie, I want to get to know you, and live forever..."

The queen was playing the pipa, looking at him with gentle eyes, full of affection, entangled with Xuanzang.

Xuanzang's heart beat like a dense drumbeat, he was flustered and desperately wanted to escape, but the gaze made him nowhere to escape.

"The mountains have no mausoleums, and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder shakes in winter, and rains and snows in summer. The heaven and the earth are united, and you dare to break with the king..."

The lingering singing is like threads of silk, weaving an unbreakable love net. Xuanzang is the butterfly that fell into the net. He didn't dare to look at the queen, so he closed his eyes tightly, chanting the Great Compassion Mantra over and over again, fine sweat protruding from his forehead .

"Xuanzang!" The queen's moving voice, like broken jade and flying flowers, came from next to his ear: "How well do you play this song?"

There is no mausoleum in the mountains, and the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to break with the king, okay?What about royal power and wealth, what discipline and rules are in charge, you and I will last forever, hand in hand, isn't it better than becoming a Buddha?

Xuanzang's heart struggled violently, his heart was swept by like a hurricane, and it was in a mess. He opened his mouth as if to say something, and those two eyes that were as calm as a lake were shaking, as if something was about to escape from the cage and splashed out.

But in the end, the emotion calmed down inch by inch, Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said, "Your Majesty, the poor monk should be on his way."

In the silence of the room, Su Xi put down the pipa in his hand and wept silently, Xuanzang couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

After a long time, Su Xi asked sadly, "Are you really going to leave?"

Xuanzang said firmly, "Yes!"

Su Xi: "Can't you stay for me?"

Xuanzang shook his head: "The poor monk has already escaped into Buddhism, and the four things are empty."

Su Xi sighed: "Good! Good! Good!"

Three good words in a row broke the fate, and she only heard her say: "You said you brought a handful of soil from Datang on the road, since you want to leave, give it to me!"

Xuanzang nodded in agreement.

The next day, Xuanzang's master and apprentice went out of the city under the welcome of civil and military officials. From the top of the city, there was a mournful sound of pipa. Xuanzang rode a white dragon horse and left without looking back.

He held the rein tightly, and in the palm of his hand, a lotus blossomed in full bloom.

Shangxie, I want to know each other with you, and I will live forever.

There are no hills in the mountains, and the rivers are exhausted.Donglei shakes, summer rains and snows.The heaven and the earth are united, but dare to break with the king...

The author has something to say: Su Xi: After spending so much effort on the strategy, I still failed, so sad o(╥﹏╥)o, as expected, Buddhist monks are hell-level difficulty, alas, forget it, I am still honest Be my queen!