Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

“Well, that must be a blessing.” Jing Wan is obviously very interested, think about it, "I invited Cousin Jia, Cousin Yuan with Ying-fuang, and the crowd was also lively. I'm going to post to them. ”

Jing Wan is not a mud-dragger, just act.

Nanny Gong hoped that she would refuse, she refused, and the living Yan King could not blame them for their weakness, unfortunately, this excuse is just to poke the girl's soft ribs, once again “help abuse", Sigh in her heart: Girl, you are so excited, but you have taken the initiative to enter the wolf nest and enter the tiger mouth!

Jing Wan wrote the post and said: “When I went to report it to my grandmother, I simply asked her if she wanted to go with me. My grandmother has been away from Beijing for so many years and I am afraid she will miss a lot of places in the capital. ”

“Or the girl's filial piety.” There is Lady Luo, she wants to keep the girl beside her. That is the right word, naturally it will not be easy to leave alone. The living Yan Wang will have to do it, but it will also have to be discretionary. Although Nanny Gong never thought that as long as there are many people, she can stop him, but if there is no way, she can only talk about it * *.

“This has nothing to do with filial piety, just think about where you are and think Grandma might be. ”

Jing Wan wrote a good post and went directly to the main courtyard. She offered to go to Bailong Temple to play with incense. Lady Luo naturally did not disagree. She was fine for the time being. She didn't really care about the Tao Lin in Bailong Temple. She missed Sujai in Bailong Temple even more. “After all these years, the cook was afraid to change long ago. I don't know if it tasted that way. ”

“It's called taking the essence and throwing it away. Maybe it tastes better.” Jing Wan laughed.

“Wanwan is right, maybe better. When did you make a pact with your handkerchiefs? ”

“Tomorrow. ”

“Speaking of flowers and plants, your girl is also in a hurry.” Lady Luo dotted her.

“My granddaughter has such a hobby.” Jing Wan doesn't feel anything wrong about this half point, "If grandmother feels unsuitable, it can be slowed down, and the post hasn't been sent out anyway.” Though it's beautiful, it's not enough to wait another day or two.

“No, tomorrow.” Lady Lao sent someone to send the post directly to her side.

Then Jing Wan thought of another question, “Grandma, do you want to ask the other sisters to come?” Didn't think of them in the first place, did it? Jing Wan began to reflect on herself. After all, she is no longer in Qian 'an Province. She is not the only girl who needs to go out from time to time. Moreover, there is no freedom in Beijing.

“No, they weren't loaded in Beijing in January and a half. They should have seen everything and played with everything. Maybe they had already been there when the peach blossoms first blossomed. I'll ask your Fourth Aunt later. ”

“Okay, listen to Grandma.” Yang Wan is naturally more than happy to stay with Luo Jing.

Jing Wan sent out a post and soon received an answer. The person responsible for sending the post brought the reply directly back, all indicating that they were going.

The fastest also belongs to Sun Yijia, the tallest of Mendi. According to common sense, the post sent to the Dingguo government will not be heard until at least the next day. However, Sun Yijia told the doorman yesterday after returning home that if someone from the Luoshang script is looking for her or sending her the post, they will take people directly to her. Therefore, Sun Yijia met directly with the people of the Luo family. Jing Wan's post is naturally very happy. Don't say go to Bailong Temple to see the flowers. Even the suburbs will be happy to see the weeds. I will reply immediately. Yan Mingming will go to Luofu as soon as possible.

The other two houses were less complicated and less troublesome, plus the Camel family, and neither of them dared to lazy and smoothly meet the proper owner.

On this side, Jingwan has just finalized the trip, and on that side, Li Hongyuan has almost arrived at Bailong Temple.

To say that Li Hongyuan's hand in the flower market was fantastic, involving most of the officials of the entire capital city, no one of the most powerful princes on the bright surface could do it alone, not only that, but also caused them to have another fierce fight, mutual suspicion, and as the culprit, after stirring up the water, clapping handsome walking is not counted, and nobody doubted him.

The implicit guess is that he may be the one with his pen, no matter how much emotion in his heart, no matter how few words, just repeatedly admonished himself, following such a master, even if his ability to carry out reduced a lot, may even become a person who only needs to do things without speaking, and do not create an exotic mind.

In the woods beside him, Li Hongyuan looked at this Buddhist temple, and his thoughts were a little divergent.

Bailong Temple is a royal monastery. Apart from some special days, it is also open to the people, so the perennial incense and the dust under its auspices are the first-class noble monks of the time, so that it is almost everyday.

Master Dust's fortune is very accurate, then he counts three gossips at most in a year, and there must be a relative. Otherwise, the presence of the Emperor will not make an exception. On some people, the so-called relatives, are probably the ones they see well, but the Dust Master is not, in his place, noble and lowly, and he measures whether or not he has cause, not even by his eyes.

Every year, countless people expect to be the relatives of the Dust Master, not only to know his fate, but also to make the Dust Master change his life. Yes, rumor has it that the most powerful thing about Dust Master is that he can change his life against the sky.

No one knows where this rumor came from, but the world is convinced that there is no power to force the Dust Master to change his life. However, not long ago, the man died. You know, the man was simultaneously criticized by several masters: life is a long life, although it is a long journey. But when he died, it was not enough to stand. For a time, those who were foolish enough to move were frightened and afraid to act. When faced with the master of dust, they were respectful enough to make him count or refer to a few words. Naturally, it was good, couldn't and couldn't be forced.

However, there are a few rules here at Master Dust, not national shipping, not recent, not far away.

The so-called state affairs are naturally well understood. Recent events are things that will happen in a very short time. Things are constantly changing. Things that are close to the moment can be counted and difficult to change. If they are not far-reaching, they are things that are not predicted 100 years from now. Time is long term, cannot be counted, cannot be counted and cannot be counted.

Master Dust is not the kind of person who can't see the dragon from time to time. Although he will leave the capital from time to time, he will never let anyone find his whereabouts at all. In other words, there are noble or more special people who want to meet him at home, listen to Buddha law, and he will not hide his identity.

Li Hongyuan followed Master Dust. In fact, he is an old acquaintance. Not only in this life, but in previous life, those years when he sat on the throne, if he had not been the Dust Master from time to time to open him up, he would have been more angry, killed more people, the name of the tyrantine, not only in the chapel, but spread the world.

In this life, after he left the palace at the age of sixteen, he found the master of dust in the first place. He didn't say anything more. He asked only one question: Could this king have had what he wanted?

No one knows if Master Dust sees anything but says to him: "The king's heart is obsessed with obsession, like a magic barrier, the poor monk says no, the king will give up obsession? ”

“No,” replied Li Hongyuan, a teenager.

“In that case, the time has come to know what can and cannot and should not be cared for. ”

Li Hongyuan never asked again, nor let Master Dust calculate his fate for him. Occasionally, he came to see Master Dust to play chess, drink tea, or talk about Buddha law. In fact, Li Hongyuan is quite familiar with Buddhist law, but he has always disrespected Buddhist law. Even before the Dust Master, he gave it nothing. He made many false remarks. The Dust Master laughed every time and did not speak. When Li Hongyuan finished speaking, he laughed: Only by knowing Buddhist law can His Majesty find other words to rebut Buddhist law. In exchange, Li Hongyuan snorted.

Li Hongyuan only stood next to Master Mu for about a minute before going directly to the backyard of Bailong Temple without attracting the attention of others. Master Dust has taken people there to wait. Wearing monk clothes, benevolent eyebrows, with long white beard, he looked young, but his face was red. His eyes were not as cloudy as the average old man's. On the contrary, he was as bright as a baby. It was even incredible. Then, those eyes just looked at you quietly, as if they could make people quicker and quieter.

Master Dust put his hands together ten times, “The poor monk met the king.” The monk behind him followed the salute.

“Masters don't have to be polite.” Li Hongyuan repaid the courtesy. Relatively distracted from his temper when he left the palace, he is now completely like a changed person, with a difference between heaven and earth.

A pedestrian went directly to Li Hongyuan's habitual small courtyard, pushed away one of the cabins, clean and simple, fragrant, burning nature is the finest sandalwood.

On both sides of the short table, Li Hongyuan sat against the Dust Master, and Shameen quickly served tea. This is the unique tea of Bailong Temple, a centuries-old tea tree with little annual weight. More importantly, from tea mining to the final finished product, it was hand-made by the Dust Master. Perhaps this led to the dyeing of Silk Buddha. In previous life, after Li Hongyuan became emperor, he was very rude to take all tea as his own, so that the Dust Master's heart and chest were immune. He never compared to him, he wanted to give it to him.

Li Hongyuan looked at the light smoke in the cup. The tea taste was unique, bitter, and then sweetened. After swallowing the tea, the mouth was full of fresh fragrance. When the taste was infinite, more importantly, the role of peace and quiet.

“The king is in a good mood.” Master Dust said.

“Master Hye-Eye, naturally nothing can be hidden from Master.” Li Hongyuan replied unexpectedly.

“The king should be able to repay what he desires.” Master Dust turned to say, coming out of his mouth, but not hard at all.

Li Hongyuanton suddenly raised his head, “Six years apart, why is the master suddenly talking about this again? This attitude differed considerably from the original one. ”

“It is a privilege for His Majesty to repay his wishes. ”

“Master, this is serious. ”

“In the heart of the King, it is clear that the words of the poor monks are not false. ”

Li Hongyuan is obsessed with obsession, he has to pay for what he wishes, obsession is eliminated, his heart is smooth, nature is too peaceful, obsessive, the longer the time, the deeper the barrier, and he holds power, and he does not yet know what kind of wind wave will be disturbed. Those innocent people are the ones who suffer, can not say that they will lose their reason one day, or let themselves do whatever they want, it is difficult to say that they will not cause the living spirit to coal. Although he didn't want to shake down the river and mountain, it was to have time to enjoy with Jing Wan, Jing Wan didn't get it, he naturally had a lot of time, it can't be said that the more chaotic the world, the happier he was, so there was something to do to spare time. No, it would undoubtedly be worse than in previous life.

“How dare you ask the master if he could have earned what he wanted, or are you prepared to change his life for God? ”

“Six years ago, still looking at flowers in the fog, many uncertainties, what the King did opened a clear path. ”

“So it turns out things are still man-made. These are the two days, she will come to the White Dragon Temple, the master might want to see. ”

“The king wants the poor monk to kill for the girl? ”

“All is well according to the rules of the Master. The King does not ask for it. ”

“The word 'not forced’ comes from the king's mouth, which is really rare. ”

“On her, the king neither demands nor demands, and the master is well aware of the cause. ”

The Dust Master nodded, “The King never changed his mind, beside the good or the bad. ”

The door of the cabin was gently knocked, “Master, the old man at the foot of the mountain asks to see you.” A crisp toddler's voice.

“Amitabha Buddha, for the master to know, go and ask the old master to wait for a moment.” Then he looked at Li Hongyuan in a clear and merciful way, "the king said as he wished, and the poor monk went. ”

Li Hongyuan glanced at him. “You are still the same, pretending to be fake mercy. For the sake of the civilian population, you can abandon your king. If you want to leave, you don't have to come back today. The king is just calm and quiet.” Sounds angry because of Master Dust's laziness. After all, the words are no longer respected. In fact, otherwise, Master Dust is special to him, and he is also relatively tolerant.

“The Amitabha Buddha is the mercy of His Majesty. If His Majesty refuses, the poor monks will not be so bold. ”

“You old monk learn to slip your tongue too? ”

“Families don't whisper. ”

Li Hongyuan sneered, “Don't use the word ‘mercy’ on this king. A man whose heart, heart and lungs are dark, don't tarnish it. ”

Master Dust is still a compassionate man with a gentle smile, "The poor monk never makes mistakes. ”

Li Hongyuan was too lazy to take care of him anymore.

After Master Dust left, Li Hongyuan rose and approached the window, pushing the window one step at a time.

Because Bailong Temple is a royal monastery, naturally there are some places that ordinary people cannot enter, and this small courtyard is more unique, quiet and not remote, usually less attractive.

Li Hongyuan liked this cabin because he could push the window into the back mountain of the whole peach grove. The view was unusually wide, and the flowers of peach blossoms were truly beautiful.

“Master, Lady Luo, they will come to the White Dragon Temple tomorrow.” Duty to do one dog's leg with a needle socket.

Their castration competition is also very big, the masters are just so few, and the good masters are so few, and the despicable ones need how many, regardless of who slightly heads up, there is a large group of constant staring at you behind, not to prevent you from making mistakes, but to expect you to make mistakes, even as elsewhere, the conspiracy is endless, if you do not pay attention, you may be pulled down, last night because of the lack of timely prediction of the true purpose of the master to the White Dragon Temple, almost cut off, therefore, Duke Bai doubled the spirit, be sure to let the master know that he is irreplaceable. Even if this master has a bad temper, following him sometimes equals hanging his head on his waist, it is better than being trampled into the mud by other people, and everything has two sides. When the master is bad, think about his good.

Li Hongyuan was not surprised. According to Wanwan's degree of idiocy, it is too late to wait until tomorrow. “Who are they all? ”

Lord Mu will go out with those invited by Jing Wan, and then there will be those who will accompany the camels.

Li Hongyuan was faint and more people could not stop his plan from being implemented. He had been shrinking in the dark. Naturally, he was not very willing. Even if he could not behave intimately, at least Wanwan had to get to know him first. When the candles in the cave room met as strangers, he wasted two years of good light. How stupid he would do this.

“Go get a six-year-old peach blossom. ”

“Yes.”

So, Buddha's heavy clearing of the law is really nothing to Li Hongyuan. Breaking the precepts or keeping the precepts is all in his own. Everyone thought that Li Hongyuan enjoyed himself well and could not bear half the pain. Did you know that after his ascendancy, the battle to seize him was too much. At first, his men had little talent, protégé, for some time, because the battlefield was defeated, the emperor was the supreme, and he lived the days of dining and lodging, and Li Hongyuan did not hum. This bitterness of the temple was not even a hairy rain for him.

Of course, Li Hongyuan won't do too much, drinking a little wine, eating a little meat doesn't matter, color ring ring and so on won't break, unless Wanwan volunteered to send him to the door to break it, but with his knowledge of Wanwan, even though the two of them are happy or even married, she won't agree to mess around here.

Just think about the scene, but you want to try it, maybe because of the taboo euphemism there will be an unexpected reaction. Li Hongyuan's eyes became a little dark and even licked his lips. That was particularly tempting and shocking.

Master Mu, right under the eyes of the martial arts monk in the courtyard, dug out a pot of wine from under the tree, four martial arts monks, all like wood piles, did not even lift their eyelids.

From the time Li Hongyuan was 16 years old to Bailong Temple, he made countless peach blossoms into wine, buried directly in the courtyard. He said that this would make the wine more intense and delicious, and then once a year, underground in the courtyard, more than half the place was full of wine, but no one put a beak on it, because that was allowed by the host nod.

According to the Dust Master, the prince Jin is noble, such small things, don't worry, seem to highlight that he is also a vulgar man and will bow his head to power. Just saying this when the divine state is not as usual Buddhist light stained with compassion, maybe a little credible, all the people who know believe that other people, even the emperor, will be rejected by the Dust Master, unfortunately, except Li Hongyuan, the rebellious King of work, probably no one will do such a thing, not even think about it.

So some people want him to suffer from the bars of the righteous martial monks because he can't stand to break the painful rule. Naturally, he will be disappointed. As he said, he must take the opportunity to find out what he has done first. More than one person secretly used the means so that the inner servant who came to Bailong Temple's mouthpiece quickly macadamia whip, must arrange it before Li Hongyuan arrives. As a result, the number of martial arts monks outside the courtyard is really quite large, but it is only arranged to show it to some people in the palace, or it also acts as a guard.

Master Mu patted open the mud, cleaned the edge of the wine jar and the outside, removed the wine from the dark lattice in the cabin, prepared to pour Li Hongyuan wine, waved Li Hongyuan's hand, reached out to lift the wine jar, and directly raised his head to irrigate.

Some of the liquid slides down from both sides, along the neck, without entering the collar, disappearing, gradually the color of the clothes becomes darker, obviously wet, close to the skin, even if wearing more than one layer, reveals the lines of the chest, plus the rolling throat...

Master Mu is guilty, luckily there are no women present here.

After drinking a pot of wine, Li Hongyuan threw it and fell into the hospital through the window, banging.

Li Hongyuan still sat steadily, his face did not see red spot, seemed not a little drunk, even said: “Mu 'an, let the kitchen fry two vegetarian vegetables, quickly magazine whip back to the palace to send to Su Guifei, but if King Ben was in Bailong Temple for a day, he could not rest. ”

Princess Su said she missed Su Jai of Bailong Temple, so the master sent her back? So filial! But the master called Su Guifei, not Mother. Stop! “Yes. ”

Li Hongyuan walked to the kang bed of the hard state, sat down, closed his eyes slowly, his body softened, held back with one hand, lay flat, the breath quickly became gentle and long, seemingly already asleep. The peach blossom was fortunate to have tasted it once, the taste was not strong, even peach blossom aroma, more suited to women's preferences, but the strength was strong enough, a jar was poured directly, without a little cushioning, the massive amount had to be poured.

Before Lord Mu, looking at the wet clothes on his body, hesitated for a moment, covered him with thin clothes, did not dare to change his clothes. Once, in a similar situation, before reaching the master's neck, his hand was kicked open. That foot almost killed Master Mu. Now he still feels painful to think about it. After that, he dares not move again, but after the master wakes up, he has not been punished for his weakness.

“Wanwan...” she murmured, looking really drunk.

Mu Gong said, leave quietly, lightly clean up the spilled wine, and the broken wine jar outside, let the monks clean up and smell the alcohol, that's a sin, the master has enough people, let these six clean family members go.

After what happened in front of Master Dust, he returned and stood by the window in the hallway, looking at the sleeping Li Hongyuan, his hands together ten, "Amitabha Buddha. ”

Master Mu didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Master Dust had a somewhat complicated general feeling.