Chapter 315

The third princess was so angry by the monk's indifference that she thought you were unkind and I was unjust. She said impatiently to the supervisor, "is it so long in the afternoon? Is it not executed yet? "

Jian Jian Guan looked at the Duke of Yan, and the other side closed his sleeve. He seemed to be drowsy in the midday sun, but he still saw his tiny nod, so he slowly drew out the wooden card.

"No --"

lifting the curtain, I suddenly lost my voice and was covered by a warm palm.

"You'd better not make any noise."

Yan zhaolie warned, "don't you see the old man on it? Do you know what will happen if he sees you in such a dishevelled hair and clothes, pleading for an adulterous monk? "

She didn't listen and struggled violently.

Yan zhaolie had already taken precautions against it. He put one hand around her waist and dragged her to the carriage.

The curtain of dark blue fell again, covering up the brilliant sunshine.

It also covered up the bloody blood.

"Zi --"

Yan zhaolie frowned slightly, and the sharp teeth of the other party bited on his palm, conveying a strong hatred.

She wanted to get rid of him.

It's a pity that Yan zhaolie was not the hairy boy at the beginning. After entering the Jinwei camp, he suffered countless injuries. He didn't pay any attention to him. What's more, he had an abnormal possessive desire for Linlang. If she wanted to get close to his blood, he couldn't be happy. How could he let go?

At this time, the crowd in the distance screamed.

It's a foregone conclusion.

Lin Lang lost his soul, and his whole body was exhausted. He slipped into Yan zhaolie's arms, as if he were dead. Yan zhaolie's heart leaped and quickly stroked her face. What she felt was wet and Li Li's tears.

At first it was a low sob, then a sudden collapse. Her heart was torn with tears, tears like broken beads, constantly flowing into the slit between her hair and neck. Yan zhaolie has never seen Lin Lang behave like this. Even if she is in the White Horse Temple, she is just flustered for a while.

"You, you don't cry..."

Yan zhaolie did not know why, the heart was twisted into a thin line, twists and turns, a little pull is the pain is severe. He tried to pick up Lin Lang, but she was so powerful that she broke free.

Lin Lang cried so hard that she turned over and over on the carriage, and the soft blanket behind her was not very good. She made a fist with one hand and hammered hard at her chest. There were poisonous insects in her chest, which made her heartbroken.

A powerful big hand wrapped around her hands, and prevented her from this almost self injuring behavior. Yan zhaolie also lay down, one hand around her neck, tightly in his arms.

Warm tears instantly wet his chest of clothes.

Her body even showed convulsions.

Yan zhaolie was so miserable that she stroked her back again and again to let people pass the breath.

"Don't cry, be obedient, don't cry, you'll cry bad voice."

He kisses her forehead, gentle incomparable, "obedient, good sleep, everything will pass."

Lin Lang's whole face buried in the chest of the youth, slightly open eyes have a different meaning.

Yes, it's going to be over.

It was not a year after Li Linlang got married, but her husband, who was dressed like a beast, showed his true face. He lost her at a banquet and sent him to his friend's room. When she woke up, it was done, and Li Linlang wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide. But this thought flashed by, and she thought of her elders who loved her at home and suppressed her despair of suicide.

She took advantage of the official did not wake up, shivered and dressed, but also thanks to her good luck, found a dog hole, and did not care about the etiquette of the housewife, and immediately went out.

The outside of the dog cave is connected with the street. She is so confused that she bumps into a group of monks who come back from the palace lecture. The leader is the famous monk Shi Jingcheng, who is very talented and knowledgeable.

At this time, Shi Jingcheng was 27 years old, and he was already a well-known abbot of Baima temple. The world deified him and said that he was the reincarnation of the real Buddha, who had transformed the suffering of the world. Li Linlang can't help but feel sad when she thinks of her own experience. Seeing Shi Jingcheng, she feels as if she has grasped the straw to save her life.

In Li Linlang's view, Shi Jingcheng has a good relationship with her second sister, Li Chaoyun. Although Li Chaoyun is now a queen, she is always a member of the Li family. They are sisters. Presumably, the master will pay attention to the Queen's sister's face and hire a carriage to send her back to her mother's home. She is now stretched to the limit and urgently needs the comfort of her parents.

However, the other party saw her leaning over, but rather cold, straight from her side through.

This move, let Li Linlang just want to say words on the throat frozen. The monks didn't go back when they looked at the mirror. They also looked at Li Linlang, who was excluded, with a faint look of disdain. They regarded people as pestilence and walked around her in a hurry.Li Linlang stood in a daze.

Shi Jingcheng never thought that because of his trust and appreciation of Li Chaoyun, he was biased against her sister in law under the influence of the other party, thus refusing a woman's final appeal for help before she was dying.

Li Linlang was arrested by her husband who went out.

At that time, the ethos attached great importance to women's chastity. Li Linlang was on the verge of collapse because of her physical suffering, while Shi Jingcheng disintegrated her will to survive on the spiritual level. Li believed in Buddhism. As a daughter, Li Linlang was also deeply influenced. The girl encountered a thug in Baima temple. She did not know who was the mastermind. She could only be regarded as her own misfortune. She was not sincere enough to the Buddha, which caused such a bad result.

She wanted to die, Li almost cried blind eyes, will be the daughter of thousands of hardships coax back. In order to let people have sustenance, Li Linlang followed her mother to practice in the Buddhist temple, read scriptures, transcribe ancient books, and became a very devout believer. She was very fond of shijingcheng. After several lectures, she almost worshipped him as a Buddha.

But the Buddha didn't pull her when she was most afraid of the world.

Once again, as long as it is a person, it will eventually be preferred.

But this time the scale tilted to her side, that's all.

Yan zhaolie noticed that the man in his arms was exhausted and gradually lost his voice. He seemed to have fallen asleep. He slightly let go of the man and gently wiped the tears on her face with his sleeve.

After finishing the arrangement, he put people back into his arms again. He thought that this woman was too evil. When he hated her, he wished that she would die with a thousand arrows. Now she just cried, and he was helpless.

It seems that she is not only the monk's death, but also her own destiny.

At that time, Yan zhaolie was often involved in the complicated political events of conflicts, just like licking blood with a knife's edge.

He remembered a time when he was seriously injured and had a high fever in the middle of the night, which was extremely dangerous. Without waiting for the Duke of Yan to come, his friend who had been friends with his life kept whispering in his ear, "brother, don't worry. With our love, I will never let you die in peace. After you die, your parents and I will give you confessions, and your enemies I will kill you. You should have a good eye for choosing your sweetheart. Otherwise, I will sleep for you and try to hold a fat baby for the next year -- "

I wake up Yan zhaolie.

On the first day he could go down to the ground, he beat the bold boy to pieces.

"Forget it, then don't run away."

Yan zhaolie mumbled out of his head.

Before the Duke of Yan went back to his house, Yan zhaolie, as the son of a prince, transferred his bodyguard to the small garden and sent Lin Lang back safely.

The other party had already woken up, but his face was pale like a ghost, and he almost drifted in. Yan zhaolie couldn't help but pull her hand. There was a little warmth on her head, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Lin Lang was pulled by him like this and didn't respond. His dark eyes were staring at people, as if he had emptied his mind, leaving a pair of exquisite external leather bags.

Yan zhaolie only thought that she was over frightened and raised for a few days.

That night, the Duke of Yan came back from the palace and went to the bedroom with his feet raised. No one answered. As he approached the bed, his wife closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed unreasonably, and touched her forehead. It was really hot.

In the middle of the night, the imperial doctor, who was sleeping soundly, was dug out of the nest by a large group of bodyguards, and was carried to Lin Lang like a chicken.

"Madam, this is a very serious stimulation." The old man was a little dispirited, but he was still a kind of immortal. He stroked his beard and said, "as the saying goes, love is not long-lived, and wisdom will hurt. Adults should persuade his wife more. Don't be too persistent in everything, just let it be."

At night, the candle light was dim, and the imperial doctor felt his pulse outside the screen, but he did not realize the ferocious face of the father and son at the same time.

When Linlang's condition was stable, it was already dawn. The old man secretly covered his mouth with his wide cuffs and yawned sleepily. The Duke of Yan waved his hand and sent him back. The imperial doctor was overjoyed. He bowed to his feet and walked out with the wooden box in his arms.

Yan zhaolie sees that Lin Lang is accompanied by his father. After thinking for a moment, Yan zhaolie turns around and goes out. Along the way, he also asks the imperial doctor in detail about the prescription for women's maintenance.

The old man was flattered and surprised at his eagerness.

It is said that the relationship between the son and the mistress is not harmonious. Why does it seem that it is not so?

Lin Lang's high fever has subsided, but people have been sick in bed for a full month, and their slender waist is even thinner.

The Duke of Yan invited numerous famous doctors. To sum it up, it's the same meaning back and forth: "heart disease needs heart medicine."

The same answer made Duke Yan's brow frown deeper. He didn't believe that the dead could compete with the living. One day, he went down early and saw a figure standing by the window through the gauze curtain, with something in his hand.

He opened the tent and saw that the other side tilted a shallow jade bowl. The brown juice overflowed from the edge of the bowl and poured into the potted plants of Podocarpus grosvenorii.The Duke of Yan narrowed his narrow eyes. No wonder the disease did not improve. His wife was rebellious and didn't drink well at all!

He was also negligent. Recently, he was busy with his official duties, and the small border country was in flames again. He often went home in the middle of the night and didn't notice her abnormality at the first time. It's three parts of the poison. The Duke of Yan specially asked famous doctors to control the dosage. The kitchen was only boiled into a small bowl every day, and the smell was not very strong, so he kept it from him for a period of time.

Lin Lang is pouring the medicine juice, behind her quietly pasted on a broad chest, a long thin cocoon hand is pinching her wrist.

"Pa --"

the jade bowl was broken into several pieces.

"Why, do you want to die for the short-lived ghost if you don't drink the medicine well?" The Duke of Yan touched her hair carelessly.

The wife, who had always been eloquent, kept her head down and did not speak.

The Duke of Yan sneered, "a monk with six impure roots is worth your attention. It's really worthless. He can only recite sutras and play wooden fish. Even if he takes you to elope successfully, what can he give you? Poor husband and wife are very sad. When you really fall into that kind of predicament of running about for fuel, rice, oil and salt, you will know that it's better to be a husband. "

The husband stretched out two fingers, pinched her chin, turned his face to one side, and looked at him with dignity, "why, in your eyes, is it worse than him? Some people have a good appearance, which is God's food. If you don't eat this bowl of rice, you can still change the sky at the top of the film, change dynasties, and rebuild order and etiquette. Is he all right? "

"My husband was born in the family of Zanying aristocratic family. I was raised strictly since I was a child. Although I was the commander-in-chief of the three armies, I didn't learn the rudeness of those rough people. Of course, when you are angry, you can't ask for your husband to calm down. Being a husband is a living person, not a stone statue without feelings."

The sky outside the window is a burning haze, deep and shallow, magnificent, reflected in the wife's eyes and eyebrows, adding a bit of color to the weakness of Xi Shi in her illness. Seeing her pitiful posture, the Duke of Yan could not bear to be too stiff.

Instead, he rubbed her face with his chin, and the roughness of his palms made his movements extremely gentle.

"I am proud of my husband and admit that I am not omnipotent. Husband can not let the spring and autumn retrogression, with an unmarried, young identity and you meet. But if the young Yan juechen, who has no foundation, really met you, without the magnificent experience, without the calamity of dying life, and with an empty and monotonous chest, would you really like to sleep on your pillow

"Qionglou Jinque, Zhongming Dingshi, xianglunbaoqi, what my husband can give is what he can earn, the best in the world."

The Duke of Yan brushed her hair away from her lips and said in a low voice.

"Madam, even if you are cruel and cruel, you can be regarded as an organ, and you are the only one who wants to be deeply loved. So, a little pain for husband, eh? "