Chapter 303

Lin Lang's newlyweds had a very moist life, just like mixing oil in honey.

She has been married to the government for more than five months. From June to November, the servants in the government have been indifferent from the beginning to now respectful. The mother in charge of the affairs of Zhou Dao, en Wei and Shi, the hearts of the people gathered in order, dare not make half a mistake.

Now, Lin Lang is in charge of the internal and external affairs of the government. If you can't solve them, you can go to the Duke of Yan. Women can be competent, but they can't be too smart. They can worship men once in a while to let them know what important role they play in the family.

Once a man is interested, it is difficult to let go.

"Madame, it's snowing. Let's go back in case we catch cold." One of them was a maid.

Lin Lang closed the book and looked out of the pavilion. The tiny snow flakes fluttered down.

"Then go back."

She stood up, and immediately someone put on a thick cloak for her, and handed over a warm stove to let Lin Lang walk around.

When passing through a winding corridor, Lin Lang meets Yan zhaolie who is also back from snow.

It can be said that the enemy's road is narrow.

When the two sides met, people looked at each other and didn't know who to let first.

After more than five months of "hell training", Yan zhaolie raised his eyelids and flashed a cold light. But he restrained himself and said to his subordinates, "what are you doing in a daze? Don't you want to avoid it

The obedient attendants immediately formed a line.

"Mother, go ahead. It's cold outside. Don't get cold." Yan zhaolie said nonchalantly.

Lin Lang did not try to guess how much hypocrisy he said, nodded and took people away.

Passing by, Yan zhaolie glanced at her eyes.

The lady's waist was slender, and she could not hold it well. She was looming in her cloak.

A few days later, Li visited.

Also brought a very interesting news.

The woman took the initiative.

Lin Lang has always known Li Chaoyun's ambition. She has the same goal as Li Linglang before. She is aiming for the position of Queen. However, Li Chaoyun hides better and deeper. In the eyes of others, she is indifferent to fame and wealth, does not seek glory, and regards money as dirt.

This time, what she did was a big shock to the government and the public.

Li Chaoyun wants amnesty.

Generally speaking, the power to pardon the world is usually in the hands of the king. In the name of mercy, it pardons prisoners. The emperor's accession to the throne, the change of the title, the establishment of the empress, the establishment of the crown prince and so on may grant amnesty to the whole country. In special cases, there are rare natural disasters. In order to appease the impetuous people, an amnesty order will also be passed down.

From here, we can see that the aura of the female Lord is terrible. In the Daqing Dynasty, where women can not be discussed, Li Chaoyun successfully promoted the amnesty as a woman, won countless praise and gratitude, and plated a layer of glittering gold for her benevolent queen road.

However, Li didn't think so deeply. She had only one idea about the startling behavior of the common daughter --

she was crazy!

"She's really crazy! Since I was a housekeeper, I have not shortened her clothes or lost her abalone and bird's nest. Does she have such a big heart and still want the treatment of a legitimate daughter? What kind of hatred does the Li family have against her? She's going to ruin your father's career like this? " Li was so angry that the table was slapped by her jade bracelet.

Even the parrot was aware of the lady's anger, shrinking its head and not daring to make a sound.

"Don't worry, mother. Have a cup of tea and speak slowly." Lin Lang looks relaxed.

Li Shi finally calmed down under her daughter's consolation, "my mother doesn't want to be anxious, but she, with a fierce heart, pushes your father to the top of the storm! Your father came back and said that his colleagues were staring at him every day, trying to catch his faults. Fortunately, there were adults there, otherwise your father would be skinned by those cannibals! "

Lin Lang listened to Li's intermittent talk about the whole thing and sorted it out a little.

The main idea is that Li Chaoyun, the female owner, went out one morning and saw a dead man on the roadside and half of her body buried in the snow. She was very angry and felt that the law of heaven was unfair. She went back and wrote an amazing poem "wine and meat stink in Zhumen, and there are frozen bones on the road". She circulated it wildly in teahouses and taverns and attracted a large number of students from poor schools.

With the help of people who have a heart, things are fermenting more and more fierce. Some officials are thrown rotten eggs and rotten cabbage leaves while walking on the road. After the other party throws them away, they can't find anyone.

The officials had to put the debt on Li's father.

Lin Lang remembers that at the end of the story, Li Chaoyun became a representative of the poor people. Her poems and articles reached heaven's ears. She was admired and admired by Emperor Jingwen with the manner of being a woman. She was directly employed without the obstruction of the courtiers. At the same time, Li Chaoyun started the life of a legendary queen.

"Mother, don't worry. I'll tell you about it. Dad will be fine."

Lin Lang reassured again and again, and Li went back home.

"When the Lord comes back, let him come to me." Lin Lang told the maid.The Duke of Yan came back in the middle of the night. He wanted to go to the study and heard the maid say that his wife had something to do. His steps naturally took a turn.

"Why don't you sleep?"

He stepped in.

"Without a husband, Lin Lang can't sleep."

His wife's face was more and more beautiful in the candlelight.

The Duke of Yan seemed to smile rather than smile, "isn't madam looking for a warm stove with warm hands and feet?"

Lin Lang glared at him, "husband, don't you know what it means to see through without saying it?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Pay attention to your husband next time."

He kneaded his wife's palm and was about to speak. He heard Lin Lang open his mouth, "how did your husband come back so late today?"

"There's a delay on the way." The Duke of Yan avoided the heavy and preferred the light.

"Because of my sister?"

The Duke of Yan looked at her with black eyes.

"It seems that her husband appreciates her very much."

Lin Lang slowly closed down the beautiful silk.

The Duke of Yan frowned slightly, and his wife's words were somewhat cold.

The young wife picked up a slender pair of scissors and fiddled with the candle light, elegant and quiet.

"Madame, why do you say that?" The Duke of Yan asked.

"If we didn't appreciate her and her husband's reputation and status in the imperial court, where would this matter be delayed until today? Don't say that the husband is afraid of that group of sour Confucians, a woman who lives on the family of aristocratic families? " The useless wick of the candle was cut off by the hostess, which made the room bright. "My husband's thunder means have been heard by my wife since she married. Why are you hesitating recently?"

Her body is slightly sideways, showing a thin silhouette.

"Madam --"

"Shhh."

Qingluo small fan gently covered Yan Guogong's lips. She said softly, "husband, you know, I don't like to listen to explanation. Some aftercare will only make the truth worse."

Lin Lang put down her scissors. The jade bracelet between her wrists reflected the green luster. She looked at the Duke of Yan. "My husband is the heaven of my concubine, the land of my body, and the only place where I live. But I don't know if I'm my husband's dream girl. "

She said with a smile, "my husband is willing to listen to these words, but if you don't want to listen to them, you should be confused and complain a little more. You don't have to go to your heart. I don't know when the snow will stop tonight. When my husband handles the official documents, I remember to add more clothes. I am tired and I go to bed first. "

Finish saying, then owe body, lift up gauze tent to go inside room.

The Duke of Yan stood in his place for a moment, his face obscure.

"Madame, don't think much."

Lin Lang heard it and did not reply.

The next day she had a carriage and went to the White Horse Temple, the first holy land of Buddhism.

When the Duke of Yan heard steward Shen's report, the writing of dragon and snake swam away slightly.

Lin Lang, wearing a power plant, opened the servants and walked to a courtyard.

"Sand and sand" -

young monks in black hats sweep snow in the courtyard. He heard the sound of falling snow and mud not far away, so he looked up and looked at it, stunned at the scene.

"Master, Lin Lang is very polite."

Women's voice is soft and gentle, just like spring water.

The monk with red sand on his brows regained his composure, made a Buddhist ceremony to the man, and went into the house with a broom. From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word to her.

As cold as the ice in the cold winter months, the bone is full of snow water.

As the youngest Buddhist Scripture translator in Baima temple, Jingcheng's beauty has been recognized by thousands of believers. What's more, he became famous when he was young, but he didn't have any impetuous problems. He was as peaceful and warm as ever, and helped all living beings like spring breeze and rain.

At the same time, this young great virtue is also famous for his good temper, which makes the old monk who has been in Buddhism for decades lament that he is not so good-natured.

No one has ever seen the indifferent side of Jingcheng.

If there is, the believers think, it must be wrong.

Lin Lang is sure that he is not wrong.

The handsome monk was cold to her, as if the shyness of her impoliteness was an illusion in her memory.

"Why is the master so indifferent to Lin Lang?"

Lin Lang asked, ChuChu pitifully, but also pulled the corner of his clothes.

Mirror Cheng stretch legs to step up the stairs, by her this pull, the pace is not natural to stop. He did not look back. He looked directly at the old Golden Buddha who had been in the house for a long time.

"Since the benefactor has been married as a woman, please be careful in your words and deeds. I'm a monk. I don't go through the world. If my words and deeds are alienated, you should be more tolerant. "

There was no fluctuation in his voice, and he was very calm.

"So the master intends to forget all about that day?"

Mirror Cheng face color is indifferent, "all have the law, such as a dream bubble.". In the past, I have long forgotten, and you don't have to hold your arms too much. ""But if someone can't forget it?"

The Silver Red Phoenix Tail skirt is winding in the snow. She gently raises her hand and sets a silver bracelet with lotus pattern on her slender wrist bone. When the lotus flower opens in front of the Buddha, it is not stained with fine dust. However, when it fell into the world fireworks, and women's soft skin contact, it was stained with water like feelings.

It's like a Zen machine about to be broken.

The mirror closed its eyes.

My heart was filled with despair.

He told himself not to fall.

Otherwise, it would be a disaster to wait for him.

It's gone.

"Master, do you know what Lin Lang thought when she sat in the wedding room that noisy night?" The woman's delicate fingertips brush over young Dade's cheek, and finally gently and gently rub the cinnabar between his eyebrows.

"I'm thinking, if the master comes in a red suit, he must be elegant and unique."

Her eyes are like a fine net, weaving snow and cold wind, but also weaving soft and warm feelings.

Lin Lang slowly took back his hand and stepped back half a step.

Keep a cool distance from restraint.

"Excuse me, master."

"Lin Lang will not come again."

She did not hold an umbrella, standing in the broken jade, delicate like a lotus in full bloom. She folded her hands together and made the most formal and polite ceremony. Her skirt was slightly raised and her body was leaning forward slowly.

"May the master arrive at the other shore as soon as possible to relieve the suffering of all living beings -"

the final sound is not dissipated in the cold air, but is artificially engulfed in the hot lips.

Lin Lang's eyes widened.

The most gentle, polite and upright Buddhist monk broke the lust precept that he could not break.

Before Lin Lang reacts, she is pressed in her arms and kisses crazily. Everything is like a whirling sky and a whirling heart. Sucking and lingering, she couldn't breathe at all.

The sweet smell permeates the pure Buddha body.

With a crack, she wakes up the Lin Lang who is immersed in the kiss.

I do not know when, she was pulled into the house, just that sound, is a pair of big palm closed wooden door. And she, a thin and powerful body, with an absolutely strong posture, tightly against the waist, the other party's long legs are squeezed into the middle of her knees, there is no escape, the back is stained with frost and snow on the board.

It's cold in the back, but it's hot as lava in the front.

"Ah Xiu."

There was a very clear and gentle voice in the disordered and decadent breath.

"What?"

"Call me a Xiu."

His legal name is Shi Jingcheng. Except for his master, no one knows that there was a Xiu's nickname before he became a monk.

As he grew older and more famous, his master stopped calling him a common name.

He thought that, in his lifetime, the name would be locked in the top butcher, slowly covered with dust, until in the end, he had forgotten his original name.

"Ah Xiu, call me a Xiu." The mirror said in a low voice, inexplicably imploring.

"Ah Xiu --"

after that, the beast came out completely.

Linlang was kneaded by him and shivered all over, just like a tender peach swaying with the wind.

Mirror Cheng licked the blood of lip bead, the red mole between the eyebrows is no longer that shallow trace, but is gorgeous to be strange, gorgeous to be treacherous.

At the moment, he is no longer the son of the Buddha who is highly respected and worshipped in the Vatican bells.

It is a beautiful demon monk who is bewitched and depraved.

Closed mouth Zen is broken.

Not bad, the body is destroyed.

Then

Let this towering red lotus fire burn more thoroughly.

Lin Lang was held by him with a thin waist and moved all the way in the room. First she hit the table and then the chair. Finally, she was soft and folded by the windowsill.

"Bang --"

a pot of well-developed Epiphyllum fell from the window.

"Ah Xiu..."

She did not speak, her lips were sealed again, numb.

Jingcheng opened her mouth, and her teeth bit off the clothes on her shoulder, and the deep kiss meandered down.

Lin Lang half of the body in the outside, between the temples of the step, Qionghua wobble, as if to fall out of the appearance.

The style is languid and charming.

Her eyes were blurred, her cheeks dyed with peach powder. Her sight swayed with the action of Jingcheng, and she slipped down at random. Only then did she find that there was an unexpected visitor in the yard.

The other side was standing tall, wearing a black marten cloak lined with red. Her black hair was tied with a jade crown. She was sparse and clear. Her long, narrow and sharp eyes were looking at her coldly.