Chapter 332: .Vicious stepmother ex-girlfriend (Fanwai)

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In the early morning of October, Baima Temple was caged in hazy mist. There was a clear night rain last night, and the bodhi tree in the courtyard became green and lush after washing.
"Knock--"
Someone knocked on the red lacquered copper door lightly.
Soon, a small bare head popped out from behind.
Xiao Sha Mi in gray looked at the man outside the threshold curiously. He was hiding seven feet tall, with extraordinary temperament, a pair of black eyes, long and deep, and a slight smile on his lips. "Little monk, can Master Puhui be there?"
It turned out to be the noble guest of the master.
Xiao Shami's eyes slipped into the bird cage in his hand, and there was a bright-colored parrot in it, looking lively and lovely. The little guy looked a little distracted. After someone coughed, he blushed embarrassedly and quickly welcomed the master's noble guest.
Master Pu Hui is getting old, and read a scripture late at night yesterday. It was only after dawn that he was able to sleep, but he has not yet awakened. Xiao Shami quickly accused her of crimes, and slipped the smoke to summon the master to get up.
The man was not annoyed, so he stood still and watched the magnolia tree in the courtyard.
It is a pity that it is not the time. Summer is the season of magnolia blossoms. The sacred flowers in the bowl are opened in the thick green layer. The snow is crystal clear and translucent, just like the solemn rosette of Shakyamuni Buddha, aromatic and fragrant, Let people linger and forget to return.
Not long after, Master Pu Hui appeared, wearing ordinary brown monk clothes, twisting a string of faded beads in his hand, "Amitabha, let the adults wait for a long time."
The man chuckled, "The abbot Mo is about to blame Yan, now Tsing Yi is white, but just an ordinary, flat-headed person, who can't afford the master's long wait."
Master Pu Hui is an old abbot who has retired. Since the accident happened to his apprentice, he has been deeply attacked and has no interest in the world. After choosing a new abbot, he stayed in the simple and simple state of mind, even if he is facing the culprit The old abbot also maintained a peaceful attitude.
Jing Cheng blamed himself, he did not repent of his death, he had been robbed, and he could not blame others.
Master Pu Hui shouted the Buddha's number, "Ronghua is a dream of three changes, and wealth is also the same as September cream. The donor jumped out of the chess game, why not be a great fortune given by heaven? Really live by yourself? It is better to imitate my generation, Qingshan Baishi as a coffin, a living dead in idle. "
"Master Buddhism is boundless, reaching the peak, my generation admires." Yan Juchen smiled slightly, "It's a pity that Yan is a mortal son, and the murderous sin is too heavy, destined to be missed from the Buddha."
The old monk stopped talking and remained silent for a long while before taking out a red book from the cuff.
This is a marriage note with the eight characters of Yan Guogong's birthday, and the woman says Miss Li.
The horoscopes are incompatible with each other.
Big fierce.
Dasha.
Endlessly.
Yan Juechen took it without changing his color.
Master Puhui moved his lips and turned into a sigh. "Sometimes in life, we must have it. The marriage is bound to be fixed. Why should the donor demand?"
This should be a couple that should not be combined. Both sides have strong luck, and both have the image of a prince. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. One party is destined to lose.
Moreover, the woman's husband.
The man stood tall, with a red post between his fingers, and in a flash, the post fell like snowflakes. As always, he walked calmly and said, "I have never stopped entering the world. God has kept killing the gods, and the magic has stopped killing the devil. He has never failed. He does not believe in the marriage and destiny, nor does he believe in the three Buddhas. Give way, can this paper marriage book stop? "
Rao is Master Puhui. As a man of Buddhism, he can't help but admire this man with a big heart.
On that day, he wanted to get together with Miss Li's family, and sent the two characters of the two birthdays to Baima Temple.
The White Horse Temple did not dare to neglect the grandfather of the country, and the eight monks joined together in deduction. The result was no exception, and the result was a sign of great evil.
If you meet together, there will be a death.
They carefully notified the grandfather of the result. The other party was drinking tea in the Tang room, calmly, and casually lost a sentence, "Oh, so, let's change a flattering way, anyway, people always want to marry. "
For the death robber, I didn't care about it at all.
Master Pu Hui still saw such a man for the first time. He used to calculate the character of Koff in the past. Those sons and brothers could not help praying to God to break away from their relationship with the woman, fearing that they would be killed by bad marriage.
Yan Guogong chose to do the opposite, not only to marry, but also to have a beautiful scenery, and hired half of the country to make the woman the most enviable bride in the world.
Although he stepped into the coffin with one foot, he was also a person who passed the wind, frost, rain and snow, but today, Master Puhui still can't see through this man.
Saying that he was rich in princes, he only covered the sky with his hands, but in the heyday, he quickly retreated and made a commoner.
He said that he was wise and astute, but he took a lot of trouble to marry a wife whose fate was equal to him.
Now, he is clearly dead soon, still able to talk and laugh, and talk to him like an old friend.
Can't see through.
I can't see through.
Master Puhui once again said to Amitabha, "There is a thousand-year-old ginseng here ..."
No one knows Yan Guogong's body better than him. The other party is seriously ill, and the surface looks as strong as the sky. In fact, the inside has been decayed for a long time.
The disease was lurking in Yan Guogong's blood a long time ago. It can be traced back to the time when Daqing first founded the country. Yan Guogong led his army to destroy a kingdom where Wuzhu was popular. After being poisoned by poison, he lurked silently for more than ten years, and suddenly broke out one day.
That day happened to be the evening when he brought Lin Lang back to the door.
"No need. What Yan Yan has done." Yan Juchen declined the abbot's kindness.
Early death and late death, the same death, he does not care about the length of time.
However, it is regrettable after all.
I haven't been able to see what kind of scene this world is after 100 years, and how magnificent the empress was in that world.
The little guy is strong enough now that he no longer needs his protection.
Yan Guogong rubbed his fingertips over his cuffs and couldn't help laughing.
It's really worthy of the woman he picked up by Yan Juechen. He has a big heart, a bold heart, and a greater ability, so he doesn't need to worry about it at all.
When he first learned of his condition, Yan Guogong knew that he would not be living soon, so he set about preparing for the future as soon as possible. The thing he was most worried about was the little lady who had just married, with thin arms and legs, and had no power to restrain him. Yan Guogong was worried that her widowhood would be easily bullied by others, so she planned to pick a girl from her mother's house with scheming and means, and enter the house of Yan's house so that she could be motivated in the future.
Of course, afraid that Lin Lang can't suppress people, he will train the people in advance and enshrine the mistress in the name of concubine.
But I didn't expect that the little lady was so jealous. The jars of vinegar were overturned by her several times. Yan Guogong couldn't help crying, and could only rest her concubine's mind.
After all, everything he did was for her. If it made the Lord angry, it would be his husband who did it.
Yan Guogong did not want to let the petite and soft little lady keep widows for him. He was dead for a hundred, but the living still had to survive, thinking that she would cry with a cold card for the rest of her life. He looked under Jiuquan It will hurt me too.
People in the world attach great importance to the loyalty of women. Yan Guogong does not matter. Since she can live better, why not let her pursue a more casual life?
Originally, Yan Guogong wanted to find a reliable man for his wife. This man must have a certain status and power and wealth, and protect her for half a lifetime.
But unexpectedly, Yan Guogong discovered his son's possessive desire for his wife.
That day he was going to kill the little rabbit.
But when I think about it, he has been raising this little rabbit for eighteen years. What are the advantages and disadvantages of being a kid? Except for his temper tantrums, his temperament is stubborn, and his eyeballs must be reported. He actually knows nothing about female sex, and is as clean as a piece of paper.
In a way, this little rabbit is the easiest to recognize death. Once he has determined something for someone, he will definitely die and never let go.
Yan Guogong thought about it and made an incredible decision.
If this kid has the courage to do it, he may be a good way out. It's just that the ethical guidelines before them are not good. However, Yan Guogong always believed that it is natural for men to protect women. If he can't even settle this trivial matter, don't even want to marry a wife in this life.
Holding some kind of secret idea, Yan Guogong began to practice Yan Zhaolie. Under his men, even a dead salted fish had to turn him into a carp and jump into the dragon gate.
At this stall, Lin Lang was also involved with the monks of Baima Temple.
Yan Guogong wasn't Yan Zhaolie's young man, but he really thought Lin Lang liked the young man. He thought about it and guessed her intentions from the words and actions of his wife and the consequences of what happened.
Jing Cheng is just a guide / fire / cable. What she really wants is to get hands on Baima Temple.
White Horse Temple is a Buddhist temple. Why doesn't it bother her if she doesn't ask about the world? Yan Guogong remembered the offering of Baima Temple again. The people's trust in the monks reached a near-terrible piety, threatening the imperial power.
In that instant, Yan Guogong recalled the scene of his first encounter with his wife.
He still remembered her saying, "Lin Lang was originally going to the queen's place. Since he could not touch the jade seal of the passing kingdom, there was nothing else he wanted."
It turned out that she had clarified her ambitions early.
She has never seen anything like the wife of the Guo Gongfu, or even the place of the concubine.
What she wants is the hostess world, what she wants is wealth.
What is important is the world, the king's land.
Even if it was such a big deal, Yan Guogong also condoned. He opened his eyes and closed his eyes, acting as an angry husband. Following her heart, she single-handedly picked up the Great Buddha of Baima Temple, and by the way pulled the emperor and the princess together into the water, making the game even more chaotic.
He was also well aware of Beidi's disappearance, so he was more calm and normal than his son's panic. With the help of her, Daqing Northern Expedition calmed the enemy and laid the foundation for future prosperity.
He plays with the world, and she plays chess with her own heart.
The methods are different, but they all lead to the same goal.
So, they are a match made in heaven.
She knew he was great, he knew her ambitions.
If he had never been injured, if he had time, Yan Guogong would not easily delegate his power.
Surrender, how can there be beautiful scenery side by side.
Unfortunately, he is running out of time.
Some things don't work out.
Well, then, in the end, An An will be her stepping stone, and after the goal is achieved, she will withdraw.
Regardless of how to comment on the Spring and Autumn Annals behind him, as long as he regrets this life.
"Master, the emperor's tour / walk is about to begin!"
Xiao Shami ran away panting, her face flushed, "Brother Abbot is going to ring the bell in the bell tower! Let's go up and host it!"
Master Puhui looked at the man beside him.
"It's a rare one, let's go together." Yan Juechen nodded gently.
The bell tower of Baima Temple is large in scale, with three-story eaves and dark green glazed tiles reflecting the fine streamer in the first daylight, and the carved beams painted with gold paintings exude the smell of fresh lacquer. This square clock tower was renovated just before the month, and it was the intention of the empress to let the thousand-year-old clock ring the first sound for her in a brand-new state.
Yan Juchen followed Master Puhui into the tall clock tower, and the young abbot saw him, revealing an uneasy look and hurriedly saluting at others.
For a long time, Yan Guogong was the of Daqing, enshrined in the hearts of all beings, and even if he was reduced to Tsing Yi today, the monks did not dare to be negligent.
Yan Juechen gathered his hands in the wide sleeves, carrying the bird cage in one hand, and the laid-back look of the wealthy idlers, said with a smile, "Yan Mou is here to watch, the masters don't have to worry about it, they can do it at will."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a loud noise under the outside.
Banner hunting, Huahuanghuanghuang.
The female emperor Yulong had six horses on the road, and the flag was embroidered with five stars and 28 stars, and the colorful tassels fluttered in the wind. The azure-colored jade was followed by a famous general from left to right, followed by the magnificent and majestic prime minister Yan, and the marquis of the Qing Dynasty under the leadership of the Manchu Dynasty slowly advanced.
It is a car for eighty-one passengers and accompanies thousands of people.
The momentum is magnificent and the weather is magnificent.
After watching Yan Guogong for a while, he suddenly said, "Master, Yan has a relentless request. Can the first 18 of the 108 sounds be replaced by Yan?"
"This……"
Master Puhui looked at each other with disciples and finally gave him permission.
"Boom--"
The bell tower of Baima Temple sent the first congratulations to the New Emperor.
Deep and long, echoed under the blue sky.
Your Majesty Zhuchen—
Forever and forever!
In your name, and spread the world.
Since then, Fenghua has become a great reward.
After the 18th ring, Yan Juchen withdrew his arm from the bell pestle. He lifted the bird cage on the ground and hurriedly walked to the scarlet railing of the bell tower.
The parrot seemed to be stunned in the head by the bell just now, and it was stunned on the jade hook.
Duke Yan Guo looked funny and stretched out a finger to tease him, "Fat wealth, look down below, your master is emperor, do you have nothing to say as a little follower? Do you want to hold your thigh? "
Fei Cai seemed to understand it, fluttering feathers and screaming in a sharp voice.
"Miss Ruyi! Miss auspicious! Miss did a good job--"
Yan Guogong's gaze fell on that jade ridge, he could not see his eyebrows clearly, in this last side. He said slowly, "Fat money, don't be lazy, you should change your mind. It is now, Long live your majesty, long live."
"Your Majesty is broken--"
Fat wealth is good.
"Long live your majesty, long live long." He chewed his lips and teeth, overflowing with a faint and profound emotion.
Long live, may you really live long.
There is no limit to life and fate.
Years are year after year, there are flowers, wine, and wine. Someone can clothe you.
Yan Juchen didn't continue to follow, he stood quietly above the bell tower, quietly watching the emperor's ceremonies go away.
The puppets were covered with gold and red cannon clothes, and two or three pedestrians.
He opened the birdcage and allowed the parrot to fly out, but he put on the hats of ordinary people and went all the way down.
In July, Jiangnan's scenery is flourishing, and it's time to pick the lotus.
Someone was generous and bought a small black tent boat from the boatman.
The boatman saw that the employer was so beautiful and handsome, and Qi Yuxuan wasn't like an ordinary prince. He was a bit timid and asked, "Have the official come from Beijing?"
The other party smiled gently.
The noble guest from the north didn't have the slightest shelf. The boatman put down his anxiety, talked enthusiastically with people, and even asked about his name.
"Name ..."
The man's eyes flicked through the traces, "It's just a nameless junior. If the old man had to be more true, just call me Yan Li."
The boatman was happy and gave him a thumbs-up. "Your son, you got a real name, Li is the surname of the country, and Yan is the name of the prime minister of the two dynasties. He is rich and well-rounded. The old man thinks his son will be lucky this year!"
"Cherish old Bo Jiyan."
The man laughed again, during which he coughed a few times and covered him with a veil.
A touch of Yin Hong opened on the snow and was hidden in the sleeve by the owner.
"How is it in the capital?" The boatman smashed his mouth. "Is it that the beams are all gilded, the pillars are painted red, special style, special luxury—"
The man yoyo added, "Not only that, the girls in the north are particularly beautiful."
The old man said happily, "So, is the son's sweetheart there too?"
His eyes blurred the lake and mountains.
A tender and affectionate "um" sound.
Say low, "Where, always."
That's why I especially prefer the northern land where Qinglian in Jiangnan can't be opened.
After a few words with the boatman's uncle, the man was about to go to a new cluster of black tent boats. He refused the boatman's enthusiasm to lead him, his long legs spread out, he stepped on the paddles of his feet, his hands flicked, with a relaxed smile, he sank In the depths of the lush green lotus sea.
The boatman looked at the extraordinary figures under the fairy and sighed in his heart.
If it weren't for Niu'er, who was only five years old this year, if the son had a sweetheart, he would like to kiss him.
The boat waved with water until Qinghui sprinkled on the black tent.
He pillowed the dream of clouds and water, and looked at the galaxy flowing in the sky. Silent and silent all around, the lotus leaf branches were slim, beautiful shadows were cut out in the backlight, holding the tender green lotus, and the sweet and sweet floated into the ship of the stranger.
As if seeing something, the man's eyes gradually loosened, and a very soft and extremely cheerful smile filled his eyes.
That silly look, like after the school was over, the young boy who loved the first time across the tortuous corridor, in the ridicule of his companions, after a lot of hard work, finally saw his lover, the other person was shy and blushed. He was also nervous and sweaty.
Fortunately, I finally waited.
"Madam, are you here to pick up your husband and go home?"
The hands gripped hard in the void a few times, and finally fell down.
For the rest of my life, it's just enough.
Since then, there is no one else in the long dream.