Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 65: Unruly Hero

In late October, there was coolness. In the autumn breeze, I continued my exploratory work in Auntie City. The days of stretching out my clothes every day to open my mouth are so boring, Rosh was there during the day Lu Guang, I was all alone, so I went back to my old business. Tired of drawing, squinting at the sky. The sky here is not as pure as Turtles Blue. But it's a cloudy wind, so don't taste anything. It's interesting to take a break from painting like this.

A bell tower in the heart of the city is being painted, with horseshoes coming from far and near. The people panicked and retreated to the side of the road. I looked up suspiciously and saw a large group of people coming this way. Pack up quickly and lift the bench to retreat. The team has arrived and a leading horse is coming towards me. If I can't avoid it, I'm going to hit it with my eyes, and I'm going to do my best to jump back. The horse rubbed past me and the impulse brought me to the ground.

I was still sitting on the ground, and the first reaction was to check myself for injuries. My elbows hurt a little, I lifted my sleeves and looked, okay, but my clothes just wore off. Without worrying, a barbaric voice came from the top: "How dare you stand in the way of the young master's horse! ”

I looked up and saw the palm-red tall head hitting me riding on a crisp, healthy man. At most, he was in his early twenties, with a wide face, and the five officials split up to see it was not outstanding. The thick eyebrows are almost connected, and the lips are quite large, revealing a hint of chill. Eyes like eagle falcons glow with palpitations. The five officials who can't match Junyi, but because of the tension of the bow all over them, they combine it with a great deal of pride. With long arms and agile posture, you can tell this person is good at shooting. Plus, it's the age of the wind, and people like this can see his light far in the crowd and smell him - dangerous...

I quickly moved the database in my head. Such a tough face, rugged and resolute line, definitely not Han. Looking at this horse and his noble riding costume, he should be of extraordinary origin. Fresh bastards? Hungarian? Lu Guangguang called the queen, "Xixi County, successively attached”, of which there are two minorities to be attached. First, the western part of the river became bald and lonely. Later, according to the northeast part of the Qinghai, the south cooling was established. The other is the depressed canal of Lushui Hunu, the actual founder of the North Cold Kingdom. I wonder which one they are?

Thinking, hearing him laugh, laughing unrestrained and raving: “The Han women in this aunt city are actually much more interesting than elsewhere. Staring straight at the man and revealing his skin. ”

Suddenly I realized that my sleeve was still tucked down and I got up. Whatever ethnicity he belongs to, I can't piss him off. It would be wise to pat the dust behind you and retreat quickly. He suddenly turned his horse and stood in front of me. I looked up at his eagle's deep eyes, and the autumn sun didn't warm the haze deep in his eyes. I wonder, who did this to you?

“Monson, this is not Lu Shui, not reckless.” Another man, who seems to be thirty years old, slapped right in front of him, sounded steady and strong, with some blame in his tone.

“Male adults, aunts are so much better than Lou. There are so many delicate beauties, now it's not lonely. ”

He replied with a giggle to the man, shouting his name out of their mouth, which struck me. Finally know who they are, so this man who hit me is Monson the depressed!

Lu Shui Hunu depressed canal department, because the ancestors made left depressed canal in Hunu, the descendants made their own name under this official name. After Lu Guangguang was cut off from Liangzhou, the depression canal department, led by the chief of the clan, turned to Lu Guang, who was sealed as a monk by Lu Guang. And Rowan's nephew, Monson, the depressed channel, was another hero in this era, selling his brother the King's second generation of Beiliang. The brother he betrayed, is another man who has spoken out to stop him: the depressed man!

“Little girl, you're so bold, you keep staring at me. ”

I was shocked to see his mouth hanging with a rather amusing smile, thinking about measuring me. That's when I woke up and I just thought too much, and I accidentally looked at him for too long. Alas, this occupational offender is out of time.

Converge the modern femininity and pray for him in a delicate way: "Forgive me, little girl, but it is the concubine who struck this grandfather's tall horse. Master Wanwanwanwang is very generous, do not compare. ”

He was still riding on his horse, bowing down and hovering my chin with a whip, and the eagle's eyes squinted and said softly: "Master, I can ignore the comparison, look at you. You look pretty good and daring. Come with me, sir. I promise to love you. ”

Ah? This is the Opportunistic Transformation Scheme mentioned in the history book. How many battles have not been defeated in a lifetime? EXPO history books are fairly well known about astronomy. Even Lu Guang is constrained to score a few points of frustration. Monson? This leading figure in the Liangzhou Qunxiong, what's the difference between what he looks like now and the dude in the bag? Besides, it's too bloody bad that the scene in the TV drama where you make fun of good housewives on the streets is actually happening to me.

“Monson!” Men are getting uglier and uglier, shouting at him unsatisfactorily, "How long is it going to take? Do you want to embarrass your parents? Don't forget, we have to go see Ryou-kun! ”

Monson sighed and shrugged his shoulders at me helplessly, picking on his eyebrows: "Beauty, when you see the king of cold, you can seal an official. I will surely come to you. Remember, I'm Monson the Depressed! ”

He suddenly opened his ape arm and leaned down to probe. I couldn't get out of my way, and when I realized it, I had already touched my face, and I sighed: “The skin is so smooth, the Han women have a different taste than the Hun women. ”

It's the first time they've eaten tofu like this! The place where he touched his face and slipped through his rough fingers was slightly painful. I just wanted to burst out and suddenly I saw him look back, my heart was pounding! It's definitely not the playboy's eyes, it's sharp and calm, and it's cold. It's just that the light flashed through the eagle's eyes and instantly changed into a wave. Behind him, a brightly dressed middle-aged man was frowning at him. I suddenly understood...

According to the Jin Jin, Monson "Yung Jie is bright and funny, the right to good things changes”. He was able to find an opportunity in this mess to rise to the throne, and his own courage was only one aspect, more of a poisonous means. How could such a person be what I see now? So, here's his self-directed playboy teasing the folks and girls.

At the age of twenty, he was already drinking and hiding his ambitions. Who the hell is he showing this scene to? Is it Seung-seong? Or the chief of the clan? Or is it Lu Guang?

Rosh enjoyed my massage with his eyes closed. He comes back every night with a depressing look on his face. It only stretches my eyebrows when I get back to me.

“There are more and more displaced people in the city.” I let him lie on his bed, slapping him on the shoulder and pinching him, saying, "It's not raining this summer and the wheat is gone. Especially in Dunhuang, along the Wine Springs, was the worst hit. Disaster victims are unable to live in their homeland and are in exile. Many have entered the city of Aung San. There are many people begging on the streets now. ”

He grabbed my hand and turned to look at me. Qingjun's face was filled with anxiety: “Tomorrow I will persuade Lu Guang to open the warehouse for food relief.” Think about it and ask me, "Are we still rich? ”

I nodded. Fursati gave a lot, and I brought a lot of gold and silver from modern times. I haven't had a chance to use it all the way, but I've spent very little time on the streets these past few days.

“Ai Qing, money is outside the body, saving people is the most important thing. Tomorrow, you will go to the victims. ”

I laughed, and I knew he was going to say, "Don't worry, I will. ”

Press his thumb down on his side of the temple and ask him how lightweight he is. He nodded and enjoyed himself. Under the oil lamp, his face was softly glowing and full of flavor. Hesitate and think about how to persuade him: "Well, Rosh, you might want to persuade Lu Guang by some means, it would be more effective. ”

He opened his eyes and looked at me inexplicably: "What means? ”

“Just... a prophecy.” I stammered and pressed my hand against the temple to stop.

Look between his eyebrows and sit on his knees to explain: “For example, if you shake a big wind, you can say to Lu Guang:" This wind is ominous, there will be rebellion. As long as he releases food for disaster relief, he doesn't have to work hard to mobilize, and the rebellion will naturally... ”

“Irene!” He interrupted me, his tone was a little uncomfortable, his clear eyes didn't have any blemishes, “falsifying things was not what I wanted. Besides, Rosh couldn't really do it by turning his back and attaching the Lu family door. ”

Alas, I knew he'd say no. If he wanted to, he could have done so as early as Turtles, and he could have suffered less. His lonely heart, I don't know how much more he will suffer in the course of these 17 years.

Since entering the aunt, he has been smiling less and less. No one believes in Buddhist law, but he cannot propagate. He worries about common affairs every day. His spirit is too repressive. I drew his elongated eyebrows and slipped my fingers into his deep eyelids, trying to soothe the apparent wrinkles in that path. He blinked and stared at me, his eyebrows gradually bursting with joy.

I kissed him on the brow and as he slipped down, he closed his eyes and concentrated on enjoying my kiss. Slipping all the way to his lips, he was just about to tangle with me, but I left, kissed his throat and listened satisfied to him make a slight tremor. I moved down again and my fingers touched the wedding ring along the red rope around his neck. This ring, from the day he gave it to me, I insisted he hang it in his clothes. Otherwise, he was a monk wearing a ring. It was so weird, I was afraid he would be taken lightly.

Leave him slightly and gently untie him.

“Aiqing, you...” He almost jumped. His face was red and he was struggling with an unstable breath. "What are you doing? ”

I looked up and looked into his depths like a pool of water, and there was a little blush, and I said softly, "I want you to be happy. ”

His face was bright, his smile gradually opened, his eyebrows no longer tightened, his long fingers plunged into my hair. He was a little impatient when he was in the mood to pull me up.

“You're tired, I'll do it.” I laughed and pressed him back on my pillow and watched him breathe under me with satisfaction. Red faint, half eyes open, light water mist in the eyes. At the best of times, I was relieved by the extreme joy in his face, how I hoped this man would never frown.

“Axel, we can consider having a baby. ”

After passion, the usual is a gentle embrace. He unwittingly mocked my hair and looked at me gently: "Now that I'm settled in aunt, didn't you say we were going to stay 17 years? For the last 17 years, if you have a child, you have more concerns, more things to do. ”

Blood clotted all over his body instantly, and he hurried into a vague “hmm” voice. The grief that sprayed out would never dare let him know. There has never been a record of him having children during this period, the only one being the appalling public recruiting woman in the Jin Jin Shu who “made love and had two children”. It was also after going to Chang 'an, when he was 53, not now. If the Book of History is true, then, at least in Liangzhou, I can't have children.

Through the accumulated radiation, did it really damage my fertility? If I hadn't been able to give birth, would he have accepted ten concubines in public by the time he was 52? But with his love for me, how is that possible? This transcript, before I met him, I just thought it was a funny surprise. When he was younger, when he first met his true identity, I thought of this first, very viciously. But after falling in love with him, I firmly believed it was a fallacy. Otherwise, if it's true, how can I accept to share a husband with a woman from the 21st century? I'm definitely going crazy.

“Rosh, if... if...”

“What?”

How can I believe a false history book without believing that he loves my heart? I arched into his warm arms, vaguely saying:

“Nothing...”