Chapter 309

Looking at the eyes like the ancient well and deep pool, Yan zhaolie did not know why, his palms were slightly sweating, and the corners of his mouth pulled, unable to say the vicious name.

It is clear that as long as he opens his mouth, the other party will be ruined and will not die easily.

"You say so, but you find out what spies have appeared around my father?"

The Duke of Yan frowned and asked again.

Yan zhaolie looked down at the pigs in his arms. They were bright and cute. He said, "old man, you are so clever. The Duke of the state is cast like an iron barrel. Who has the ability to mix in?"

He still swallows the familiar syllable that is ready to come out, and complains, "it is here that some people I don't like to look at, and trouble me every day. I'm going to work together in the future. I'm sure I'll get closer. What if they stab me in the back if they don't like me again? "

The Duke of Yan was not moved by his pitiful appearance, "it would be nice if you didn't stab others."

Yan zhaolie cocked up his lips and said, "that's also true."

The father and son talked for a while, and the warden coughed outside.

Obviously there's something to tell him.

The Duke of Yan asked Yan zhaolie to take good care of his wound. He helped him to win some courage in the golden guard camp. He turned his head and lifted the curtain to go out.

He stayed in the barracks for half an hour, intending to return to the government. Before leaving, the Duke of Yan went to see his son again. He thought about giving him a few words. He should think twice about everything and not fight with others at will.

However, as soon as he went in, he saw a bowl of Laba porridge on the table. It was steaming hot. Yan zhaolie did not move. He just looked at the top of the tent.

The figure of the Duke of Yan was slightly shocked.

His son is not close to him. Of course, there are reasons for his rebellious youth. What's more, his father's political affairs are busy and his father and son's days are very few. On the occasion of the festival, the Duke of Yan would only let the housekeeper take his son out to see him, but I never accompanied him.

Maybe it was a middle-aged man who got married. The cold heart of the Duke of Yan was softened by Lin Lang.

He bent down and picked up a stone, which hit Yan zhaolie's forehead.

"Don't go too far, old man."

the other party covers the pain and glares.

The Duke of Yan clapped the dust on his fingers and said, "since your ass has not been shot into a beehive, it must not be too serious. Let's go. Let's take a break today for my father and take you to the Buddhist Association."

Yan zhaolie didn't appreciate it. He was not the baby crying for his father's embrace when he was a child. He raised his eyebrows and said lazily, "what's so good about porridge for a group of bald donkeys? Don't go."

The Duke of Yan knew his son's hard and soft nature and didn't talk nonsense. He said directly, "don't go. Your mother is also in the White Horse Temple. Take this opportunity to apologize to her

A little pig rolled down from Yan zhaolie's palm.

Yan zhaolie lowered his head and picked it up again.

He poked at the protruding pig's nose, and he snorted coldly, "what's your apology? She would like to skin me off and not want to see me

This is full of pique, vaguely has a different meaning.

The Duke of Yan didn't think too much about it. He was impulsive when his son was young. When he saw his stepmother Yan meiduanli, he lost control and committed a mistake. He thought about putting his son's marriage on the agenda as soon as possible. When he had a woman of his own, he realized the normal love between men and women, and his thirst would not be rashly expressed to others.

He then laughed, "what angry words? Your mother is younger than you and can eat you? You haven't seen each other for a month. After all, you are a family. No matter how angry you are, she only treats you as a child. You are confused and make mistakes. You should be sincere and admit your mistake to her. As soon as she is sensible and reasonable, she will not disgrace you. "

"What's more, she can still bear to scold you when you have a face that has lost too much blood?" The Duke of Yan seldom teased his son, "at least it's the advantage you get from an arrow in your ass, so you don't have to use it for nothing."

Yan zhaolie's Phoenix eyes glared at his Laozi.

Is there anyone who has fallen into such a bad way?

"There is no carriage here. Just bear with it and lie down." The common reins of Yan state pointed to the horse's back.

Yan zhaolie imagines that posture, face all green, "do you want me to eat dust?"

"If you want to be a father, I won't stop you." The Duke of Yan was slow.

"Old man, you are so unkind. You are taking revenge on yourself! Is it not that I want to vent my anger on your charming Rouge tiger? I tell you, if you do this again, I will cut you off Cough, cough, stop, I want to go back! "

The scream of shiziye was drowned in the dust.

"Xu --"

several chariots with gorgeous decoration stopped in front of the Buddhist temple.

When Lin Lang was held down, the carriages in the back also came out one after another. All of them were ladies of aristocratic families with good appearance and gorgeous clothes.

The ladies are talking and laughing around Lin Lang, which is very lively.

At the foot of the mountain, people's voices are boiling and touching each other.When a group of people went to the top of the mountain, they knew it was a witch.

The eighth day of December is the day of Buddha Sakyamuni's road, also known as the "Magic Festival". As a rare Buddhist event, many devout believers climb mountains and worship before dawn. Near noon, it is even more overcrowded. Everywhere is the noise of talking and walking.

There is a square outside the Buddha Hall. In the middle of the square stands a bronze tripod full of incense candles. From a distance, it looks like a huge red coral inlaid with countless golden beads, surrounded by layers of heavenly clouds.

The square is divided into left and right sides. On one side, there are long lines of people waiting for the Laba porridge. On the other side, they sit in the temporary tent to drink porridge. Accompanied by the joyful scream of laughter, from time to time, we can see some children with bare buttocks and sheep horns walking through the crowd, just like little loaches, as if they are playing some fun games.

The young ladies, envious, touched their stomachs and sighed. At this time, the elderly began to comfort them, saying that the fate of their children is not urgent, and they will come naturally if they want to come.

With that, a group of people moved to the back of the line to get porridge.

In fact, as the masters of the aristocratic family, they could have gone to the shady side hall to wait, and then some monks would offer Laba porridge, but few would. After all, Baima temple is an immortal Buddhist temple for thousands of years. In the eyes of believers, it is equivalent to a miracle. They dare not disrespect them, so they follow the team honestly.

Lin Lang was in front of the group of Jeweled ladies. In front of her were several young girls, who were not wearing power plants. They were ordinary people's girls. When they saw a group of richly dressed ladies, they cast curious and envious eyes.

Soon, their attention was drawn to the front.

"My God, it's master shijingcheng!"

"Explain the mirror? Is that the youngest and most beautiful translator? "

"I met him with my father. Master Jingcheng was merciful and saved a lot of people."

The crowd was obviously agitated, and some people could not wait to look.

Lin Lang also looked up.

Impartial, just ran into a pair of clean and clear eyes.

The glazed tile with green background is covered with frost and snow, and the light is bright under the silver thread.

Inside the hall, the solemn Buddha is worshipped, and the Lotus Sutra flags flutter with the wind.

Outside the hall, there were many voices and heavy fireworks.

And he stood at the junction of the temple and the temple, standing in the center of the Buddha and the human world, smiling and watching the beautiful image of the person in his mind.

Quiet and patient, waiting for her to look up to find him, until the moment when her eyes meet.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Lin Lang feels that the red nevus in the center of her eyebrows is getting darker and darker. It seems that if she scrapes it a little, she will be able to shed the beautiful blood.

It's Lin Lang's turn to give porridge. She takes a step forward and lifts off the gauze.

It is said that the Laba porridge in Baima temple has been cooked for 12 hours with various ingredients, including red dates, walnuts, lotus seeds, longan, ginkgo, red beans, etc., totaling 18 kinds. On the table of the temple, there are also statues of eight immortals and Arhats made of jujube mud, bean paste and yam, which are vivid and vivid.

Jingcheng takes a quick look at Lin Lang, turns around and scoops her Laba porridge. The small white porcelain bowl with dark red sticky sweet porridge overflows with heat. The Buddhist monk hands it to Lin Lang.

She reached for it, and her cold fingers swept over the back of the monk's white hands.

Mirror Cheng's body can't help shivering for a while, ear tip does not strive to be red.

The head is buried deeper.

The pure monk is very shy.

Lin Lang chuckled and took the porridge to the other side of the square. Soon, the ladies came back one after another.

"Ka -"

the subtle sound made the girls look up, and they gave them a smile, "I touched my teeth."

Behind her back, she raised her sleeve to cover her face and spit out a gorgeous red bean from her mouth.

It's still raw.

She couldn't help smiling.

After eating Laba porridge, some anxious young ladies are eager to go to Guanyin Pavilion in the water to ask for children, while others want to pray for the husband's family with different purposes. Lin Lang said that he would go out at will and go back together before sunset. She declined her husband's invitation and went to the guest house to have a rest.

Not long after sitting down, the paper window was hit by a small stone.

Lin Lang eyebrows light pick, and sent the waiting girls, pretending to take a nap.

A figure fell before the collapse and gently pulled her arm.

The other side's face was close, the warm breath fell on the cheek, and the tiny fluff brushed along with it. Lin Lang suddenly opened his eyes and almost scared people to sit on the ground.

"What bad thing did you want to do?"

The lady sat up slowly and pushed away her thin quilt.

Jingcheng's larynx doesn't slide naturally for a while, but he doesn't explain it. His sight is wandering and he says in a low voice, "well, it's very busy at the foot of the mountain. Do you want to see it?"

"Why, do you want to have a tryst with me?"It was a long time before she heard an unheard response.

"Can you?" said the young man carefully He added hastily, "not far, just walk at the foot of the mountain."

"Yes, I can, but you and I are easy to be noticed." Lin Lang said in distress.

Mirror Cheng smile, shallow eye socket, beautiful as the horizon crescent moon.

"Follow me."

He took the lead to cross the window to go out. Lin Lang followed him, holding the edge of the frame and lifting the skirt to climb up.

A pair of big hands through the armpit, easy to embrace her.

In the arms is the pure smell of sandalwood.

After seven turns and eight turns to avoid pedestrians, Jingcheng takes Lin Lang to his yard and skillfully turns out a set of brand-new goose yellow skirt from the wardrobe. Lin Lang approaches to feel it, and the material is very comfortable.

"I, I bought it a long time ago, and I don't know if it fits." For the first time, she pinched her sleeve.

Lin Lang tilted her head and suddenly opened her hand.

The other side looks at her in doubt.

"Fool, what are you doing? Help me change clothes." Lin Lang bent her eyes and said with a bad heart, "now remember my size well, and I won't be afraid to buy clothes that don't fit me."

Straight make a person's face red, live off a cooked shrimp, hands and feet do not know where to put.

Seeing that Lin Lang refused to let him go, Jingcheng could only shake her fingers. She took off her outer garment and put on a new one. After a few breaths, sweat was seeping from the tip of her nose, and she looked like she was going to faint.

Lotus root powder like arms around his neck, mirror Cheng body a stiff, dare not move.

He is a very disciplined and passive person. If it was not for the provocation of Lin Lang that day, he would not have done that crazy and terrible kiss.

After thinking about it afterwards, Jingcheng felt incredible, completely unlike himself.

"Ah Xiu, you are very hot. Do you have a fever?"

She barefoot exquisite, slowly stepped on the monk's cloth shoes, the weight of the whole body in one place.

Jingcheng was distracted and looked at the people close at hand. His red lips were full and sweet, and his larynx could not help rolling. He couldn't hear what Lin Lang said. His lack of attention could only focus on the two pieces of peach powder that kept opening and closing.

He hesitated and bent down to grab the sweet fruit with a gentle and incredible force.

The dry hands, twisting the beads all the year round, first fell on the waist to rub, then climbed up along the back, gently rubbed and caressed, and the warmth and feelings in the palm were transmitted to another person wholeheartedly.

"Well?"

Jingcheng's teeth met with something hard, and his confused mind was suddenly removed from the clouds. He woke up and found that his palms were covered with the softness of women, and the red glow on his face was burning more severely.

"Well, it's your turn to change."

Lin Lang pinched his earlobe.

Mirror Cheng red face, good to change.

There is a foreign body in the mouth, mirror Cheng walked a section of the road, carrying Lin Lang and spit out.

When you see what it is, the mirror turns back subconsciously.

Not far away stood his sweetheart with a smile.

His heart was burning and aching.

Something's coming out.

At the foot of the White Horse Temple, there are many small stalls, and the small business is in full swing.

Some of them spread rough grass embryo on the ground, and then covered with a layer of fine velvet blanket, standing all kinds of small Buddha statues. Compared with the majestic and solemn Golden Buddha family in the temple, these small statues blend into the unique aesthetic and life flavor of folk craftsmen, and become lively and lovely one by one.

Lin Lang couldn't help but buy a small wooden Buddha with round blue lotus leaves on its head and couldn't put it down to play.

Mirror Cheng follows behind her, honestly responsible for the money.

He was wearing a hat, the brim of his hat was very low, but he always kept a close eye on the slender figure in front of him, so as not to let Linlang slip away from his sight. She seems to be very happy, the pace is brisk, a hand in the waist between the tassels dangling at random, let mirror clear rise a kind of inexplicable and warm impulse.

When can he hold her hand in the sunshine?

Don't cover it up.

Don't hesitate.

To the person you like, you can express the joy in your eyes, the indulgence in your voice, and the joy in your chest.

To let the world know that he adored and valued her so much.

His patience had already reached the limit unconsciously.

Lin Lang's sleeve was pulled from the back.

She looked back in surprise.

"I, I have something to say -" Jingcheng summoned up courage.

Lin Lang only saw the red vermilion among the monks' eyebrows, and the products were very beautiful.

Looking at her sweetheart, Jingcheng's expression gradually becomes gentle.

Do you think it's OK for ah Xiu to return to the common customs?

He took off his red robe and gave up half his life's merit and virtue. Worry about personal gains and losses,

does not practice magic lotus, nor does he read jackfruit's multi heart meridian, which stores long hair for you, crowns jade, and makes an ordinary young boy.If the god Buddha falls into the world and has the blood activating flesh, the greed, anger and infatuation Do you still like this ah Xiu?

"What do you say?"

Lin Lang couldn't hear clearly. There was too much noise around.

"Ah Xiu only said this sentence once in his life. Listen carefully."

The monks put their hands into the power plant, carefully and devoutly, and held up a wide array of faces.

Do you want to With me?

I have a fat little Hummer, its mane is jujube red, eyes with some brown clothes, temper is very gentle, can take us to any place.

At the beginning of spring, peach blossoms are blooming by the stream. I will break a branch for you. Summer night, in the depth of reed tie a boat, pillow each other to see stars. In autumn, you will love the red acacia trees in Nanling.

And the cold days, I will hold you in my arms, do not teach you a half lonely and desolate.

All the cold years, I warm wine and tea, warm porridge only warm you.

So -

get on the horse.

I'll take you.