Pretty Her

"It turned out to be him. When I heard that he had become a monk, I gradually forgot about this figure." The emperor paused for a moment, "I want to know that he is a self-knowledge."

The queen mother sneered: "The royal family has always been good for his Wei family. He can enter the White Deer Temple to pray for me, which is also his blessing."

In order to show the royal divine grace, the founding emperor did not slay all his former sons and daughters, but adopted the strategy of Huairou. When the kingdom was broken, the prince was only five years old. Yuandi read his youth and sealed him. The former prince, despite his appearance, was actually limited everywhere. He was a marionette. He could not help him throughout his life. To the sick and dead home, everything was up to the royal family.

As the only son of the former prince, Wei Shen should have inherited the title awarded by the royal family, marry a woman designated by the royal family, and then embark on his father's old path, becoming the best way for the royal family to show the mighty grace of the emperor.

But he didn't.

He chose to become a monk at the age of sixteen, devote himself to Buddhism, and completely abandon everything in the world.

The queen queen remembered the incident and looked at the emperor: "Isn't Yun Zhaoyi the woman who walked with you in the Royal Garden at noon a few days ago?"

When I saw Yun Zhaoyi early that day, Yun Zhaoyi's face was covered with rashes and she couldn't catch her eyes. A glimpse of the day before yesterday was shocked to heaven. The queen mother remembered Li Zhi's death, and suddenly thought that maybe everything in heaven was destined.

If Li Huan hadn't died, maybe she had left the palace long ago, where else would she know that such a stunning thing was still hidden in the palace. Look at that face and temperament, the second one can't be found in the world.

The queen mother touched her face subconsciously, no matter how much she used, she still couldn't stop the wrinkles from raging.

She needs the best elixir in the world.

Refining the skin of a stunning woman can make a wonderful medicine for returning to old age.

Emperor Yu Guang glanced at the queen mother's eyes. This look was familiar to him, and he had seen it countless times as a child.

Various bad memories of the past came to mind. The emperor pressed his sleeves tightly, and sweated coldly on the back of his forehead. He tolerated discomfort and told the queen mother word by word: "Mother Yun Zhaoyi is a concubine, not an ordinary palace maid."

The queen mother looked back from her fantasies, and she grinned: "Mother just asks a word, don't do anything, look at you nervous."

With that said, she came forward and patted the back of the emperor's hand, and her face smiled more and more kindly. The emperor had just been touched by her, usually avoiding electric shock, the queen mother frowned dissatisfied, but said nothing.

On September 15th, the monks in the White Deer Temple entered the palace with great momentum.

The palace princesses all rushed to see the excitement, Yun Yun was also among them.

The golden saddle car drove forward slowly, and the solemn monks followed.

On the high lotus seat, one person closed his eyes and settled. A sapphire-colored nine coat was draped across the shoulders. The bodhi embroidery on it was shining brightly in the sun, and the light poured down from the flower mouth of Baogao. Behind the young host, there is a shadow of a Buddha in the golden light, holy and majestic, and mortals cannot easily look directly into it.

The palace people talked a lot, mostly discussing the new host. Where have you seen such a handsome monk, you will feel red-faced and scared at a glance, and dare not look at it for a second.

Ziyan surprised, "Mother-in-law, this is not exactly ..."

Yun Yan made a hush gesture with a smile, raised his eyes and looked forward.

The moment she looked over, the man on the throne suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had a rhinoceros, and he turned his eyes to the side of the palace.

In the crowd, she smiled sweetly, gentle eyebrows, and scarlet lips.

She caught his eyes, and her small lips opened slightly, and he called his name silently.

— "Wei Shen."

The ethereal heart beat.

She wore a pink embroidered peach dress, and a jadeite swayed in the wind and fluttered in the wind.

His face was as calm as water, and his soldiers were in trouble.

Finally saw you again.

His demon is here, and he no longer intends to become a Buddha.

Xu Ling quickly regained her gaze, and the ambiguous confrontation between the two people ended immediately, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch, and the others were just dazzled.

First it was a ritual. The ritual was done seven days and seven nights. Then there was a lecture. During the break, the virtual spirit returned to the temple, and before falling down, he could hear the voice of one person stepping forward.

He stood still, pretending not to know what was behind him.

As he expected, his eyes were covered from behind, and a soft voice came close to his ears: "Guess who I am?"

Ethereal's lips touched a faint smile, "Who else?"

She came around to him: "Wei Shen, you are not fun at all."

She was much shorter than him. He looked down and saw her long eyelashes like a fan, Qiong nose white Qiao, rouge on both sides of the cheek, red and halo, tender and bright.

He pretended that there were flying insects on her face, reached out and brushed his fingertips, sliding his fingers over her face, stained with rouge, he curled his fingers and said softly: "This time it's very hot, what do you do? After two days, I went to your palace to preach the scriptures. Why come here today, noisy and panic-stricken. "

She begged the emperor and said that she would listen to the scriptures, and the emperor naturally responded.

Yun Zheng touched his uncle with both hands, his palms pressed hot, and a little bit of embroidery on the capricorn: "Anyway, I'm stuck in the palace and I have nothing to do. I might as well come to see you. I look at you, I feel in my heart So comfortable. "

He didn't push her hand away and looked at her wryly, "Why, how uncomfortable in the palace?"

She pursed her lips and habitually pierced him in the arms as she was a child. Her forehead was against his chest, her hands dangled in the air, and she muttered, "You can't say it's uncomfortable, but no one speaks. . "

He lightly asked her: "Are the emperor not talking to you?"

She staggered forward and stuck in his arms without leaving: "The emperor likes me very much. But I don't know how much he can like me."

He asked her, "How much do you want?"

She smiled. "Of course let me do it."

He remembered her grand words before, whispering in detail: "Or want to be a queen?"

She straightened up, raised her hands, and wrapped around his neck, he had to lower his waist to be close to her.

He heard her voice light and shallow, with an inevitable confidence: "Be the Queen first."

Her eyes seemed to be full of broken stars, dazzling.

Suddenly she remembered something, stomped into his ear and whispered, "Wei Shen, I tell you a secret. The emperor hasn't touched me yet."

He was startled first, and the back was crimson, panicking and lowering his head.

She took off her shoes boringly and lay on the place where he stayed, with her hands behind her.

He looked forward and saw that she had closed her eyes, as if to take a nap.

He gathered his expression and asked her seriously, "Need I help you?"

She opened her eyes and smiled at him: "Help? How can you help?"

Ethereal went to her couch and sat down. As soon as she sat down, she was hooked, and she twisted his hands in a playful manner.

He slowly said, "Maybe I can let the emperor share the room with you."

He is now the host, and everything he says has weight. It's better to be credible than to be credible. It has always been a royal style.

She pouted and chuckled, raised her upper body and put out a hand and nodded his forehead: "It's not what you think. The emperor didn't touch anyone. Even his kisses and hugs gave me only one person."

He understood and nodded.

She lay down again, instead of lying back to the pillow, but resting on his leg.

"Wei Shen."

"Ok?"

"If only you hadn't entered the empty door then."

In a word, he disturbed him.

A long while.

Xu Ling returned to Su Ri's indifferent expression, and he reached out and brushed her horns, easily shifting the topic, trying to coax her to sleep.

She opened her eyes and refused to sleep, "Wai Shen, I'm here with you, are you afraid?"

He naturally knew what she was talking about, and whispered, "There are no palace people here, all the monks I brought from the temple. You sleep peacefully and no one will come in."

She deliberately teased him: "What if someone breaks in? Will you give me a killing ring?"

He smiled silently, touching the corners of her eyes and covering her eyes: "Sleep fast, or your head hurts again after a while."

She slept on his lap for a while.

I didn't sleep for a long time.

When she woke up, the princesses who came to listen to the scriptures just came back. She came out of the palace, mixed with the crowd, and returned to her original seat.

Sit another afternoon.

He preached the scriptures above, without squinting, Yu Guang glanced at her crooked in the crowd, a pair of peach eyes dark and bright, tightly fixed on him.

Where did she come to listen to the sutra? She came to see him.

The indignant host abruptly stepped aside and let others continue instead. Everyone wondered, well, why didn't the host speak the Scriptures? Is it uncomfortable?

For three consecutive days, the emperor could not find anyone every time he went to the Chaohua Palace. The palace people's response was only one: "Mother Zhaoyi went to listen to the scriptures."

The court princesses like to listen to the scriptures, but it is reasonable. The emperor had something in his heart and couldn't sit still. Eventually he went to the Dacheng Hall, which was dedicated to teaching the scriptures.

At that time, the lecture was just over, and the others gradually dispersed. As soon as the emperor arrived, he saw Yun Ji holding a volume of scripture in his hand and looked earnestly to the new host for an explanation.

The emperor didn't think much about it, and took Yun Gang away, Yun Yun frowned, not very happy: "The emperor, Chen Ye hasn't finished talking with Master Ethereal."

Emperor: "After a few days, let him come to your temple, as long as you want to say."

He had something buried in his heart, and he was not very practical. He must now tell her: "Don't run around these days, stay in the palace well, no matter who invited you to go, don't go." He thought about it, plus The sentence: "Especially the mother's summons, you must not respond."

She asked, "Why?"

The emperor looked gloomy.

He was faintly aware of what his mother was going to do. His mother was already a madman, and no matter what she did, he would not be surprised.

He never resisted his mother, but this time was different.

He knew he didn't have any skill. Being a prince and becoming emperor was all good luck. The front and back of the harem were all held by him. His own wishes were long unimportant. He was very courageous and did not dare to be an unscrupulous stunner. He could only tremble and balance.

The only thing he can let go is to choose a woman he likes to accompany him.

The emperor took Yun's hand. "Yun Zhaoyi, listen to You, you must stay in your palace quietly before the queen mother leaves."

Yun Yan treats him, not as cautious as before, she measures his heart and swims in his heart as much as possible. Her dissatisfaction was written on her face, and the emperor turned a blind eye and coaxed her: "Hug you back."

In the public court, he ignored her identity and hugged her. Yun Yan snorted in his arms, but his gaze was toward the gate of Dacheng Hall.

The emperor couldn't see her little movement, so naturally she didn't know, at this time his beloved concubine was smiling and beckoning to the host at the entrance of the palace.

Xu Ling stood still for a while, the sun was so hot that his eyes were faint.

The emperor's conjecture really came true.

The queen queen did get excited about Yun Yan. She told people to go to the palace to do things. She wanted to use the monk's mouth to warn the Yun family sisters. Later, she accidentally saw Yun Yun's beauty and immediately changed her mind.

The younger daughter of Yun family has never been liked by Yun Cheng. Although she was suspected to climb up Xiao Xiao later, Xiao Yan must have watched her can charm the emperor, so she was willing to be her patron. People like Xiao Yan can't help but be too early. If Yun Yan is no longer a pet concubine, there is no value in using it. So, over time, Xiao Yan will naturally not help her.

A palace princess without a backing, even if she disappeared accidentally, no one would doubt it.

The queen mother's wishful thinking abacus played well, and the emperor would not disobey her mind.

The next step is to let Yun Zhi carry the name of the harem of disaster. Of course, the Li family can't come forward, and they must find an impeccable person to do this.

Ethereal is the new host and the only son of the former prince. She, the queen mother, wants him to do something and say something easily. If he refuses, she can charge him with conspiracy.

The queen mother passed the virtual spirits forward, and told him to do it, one by one, both hard and soft.

Ethereal didn't speak.

Queen Mother: "Just point to the direction of Chaohua Dian when the dynasty will be spoken in the North Korea, and say something about the state-owned disaster."

Ethereal asked: "Is it necessary to say?"

Queen Mother: "You must say it."

Ethereal no longer refuses, and should say: "OK."

As soon as the time for the Chaoyang meeting in the future was over, the courtiers would automatically let go on both sides, and the virtual spirits sat on the lotus seat, wearing cymbals.

Tai Tai was sitting upright, waiting for the words of the omen of the ethereal spirit.

Xu Ling's voice fell like a jade bead: "The monster is full of anger, and the state is in great difficulty."

The ministers made a noise.

Someone immediately asked, "Where is the demon?"

Ethereal stretched out his hand and moved slightly forward: "Far in the sky, near in front of you."

The ministers looked over.

Ethereal refers not to others, but to the queen mother today.