Huang Huang Zhe Hua

The dormitory where Linxuan was imprisoned was not shabby, even a little better than the temple.

I saw lush green vegetation, exotic flowers competing for beauty, and a clear stream meandering down from the vegetation.There is an elegant pavilion above the clear stream, with carved railings and jade blocks, and several big characters "Qinfang Pavilion" written in dragons and phoenixes.Fifty or sixty steps away from the pavilion, there are several unique houses with beds, chairs and tables.

Linxuan fiddled with the rosary and asked, "General Ji, is it like this everywhere in the Forbidden City?"

Ji Ming remained silent, and it took a long time before he replied: "This place is less than one-tenth of the Qianqing Palace."

Linxuan closed his eyes, but the rosary beads in his hands became more and more urgent, and finally there was only a crackling sound, and 27 beads scattered all over the ground.

Ji Ming was startled, and was about to squat down to pick it up, but Linxuan held him back, with neither sad nor happy expression on his face, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, it's just an act of anger."

There was fire in those eyes, swaying and splashing.

Ji Ming opened his mouth, wanting to defend the emperor, but finally closed it, quietly exited the house, and closed the simple wooden door.

Linxuan lowered his head, picked up the beads on the ground one by one, wiped them clean, and put them in his wide sleeves, but he felt a square object.

This is a letter from Marquis Zhenyuan.

Hou Ye's surname is Gu, and the single name has one word.

He was originally a commoner, but he was made an official and promoted to a noble because of his illustrious military exploits. Compared with the Marquis, people prefer to call him the God of War.

Before, he only heard about him, but as for Linxuan, he actually saw Gu Lian in the temple. Gu Lian was kneeling and praying for his mother, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a magnificent appearance.Even kneeling there doesn't detract from this man's heroism.

Extremely uninhibited, but also extremely positive.

Linxuan immediately said to Huiqing who was beside him: "Invite that person here for my teacher."

Gu Lian didn't believe in gods and Buddhas. His mother was seriously ill these few days, so he had no choice but to come here to seek peace.As he was praying, he saw a young monk standing beside him at some point.

The little monk didn't speak, and waited quietly for him to pray three times before he said: "Young master, the abbot welcomes you."

Gu Lian, the abbot of this temple, has heard of it before. He has a profound Buddhist teachings and a heart of a bodhisattva. Not to mention the people in a radius of tens of miles, even the whole country loves him very much.

Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions, and followed the young monk to the inner room.

The people in the room were making tea, and the elegant teapot was lifted high, revealing a white arm from the cassock, only the sound of jingling running water and a handsome side face could be heard in the distance.

It is no different from the glimpse 13 years ago.

In the bloody storm, the redemption that I thought about every night, and those phantoms that I searched for every day in the calm and boring, are there now.

No noise, no noise, calm as a blue lotus seed under Sakyamuni's seat, quietly brewing a pot of fragrant tea.

Gu Lian only felt that the cells in his whole body were rolling and spreading apart like tea leaves in a teacup, and his whole body was clamoring for joy.

In a daze, Linxuan had already completed the low brewing, and was lowering his eyes, slowly distributing the tea. When Gu Lian walked into his side, the last cup of tea was poured to [-]% full.

Linxuan raised his teacup, raised his eyes, and said calmly: "Master Hou, please sit down."

Gu Lian took the teacup, pretending to be calm and said: "The master is looking for me like this..."

Linxuan paused while sipping tea, and looked at him deeply with a pair of dark eyes like cold Tan: "It's for the world."

"A monk like Master, is he willing to take care of such worldly affairs?"

"The only ones in the world live here." Linxuan put down the teacup in his hand and shook his head, "But today's tea is too bitter for the common people to drink."

Gu Lian smiled and drank the tea in his hand.

Gu Lian was born as a commoner, and his opinions on political affairs are not much different from Linxuan's, but his letters are not so satisfactory, and he doesn't talk about the latest war, but just chats about family matters every day, like "fighting with the soldiers" A hare, thinking about how much fun it would be to be by your side" "I saw the most beautiful woman in the northern country, and she is ordinary, not as good as you", the letter is usually not of great importance, and when it is received, it is in the middle of the same day. Huiqing talked about Buddhism, so she hastily put the letter aside, not wanting to put it aside until today.

Linxuan unfolded the letter paper slowly, and what caught his eye was Gu Lian's square and majestic words:

You're having a great time these days.

We had a fierce battle with Xirong two days ago, we won, and they are ready to sue for peace.

I also have the answer to the question you asked me on the night of the expedition. Acacia should be the uncontrollable joy in my heart when I think that I will see you in a few days.

I know you should be dissatisfied with this answer, but Buddhism also says that everything can be done according to one's heart. My heart tells me that I admire you, so I said it, so don't be angry.

Since that night, you have not replied to my letters for several days, and I am very anxious to wait. If I lose my mind on the battlefield, you are afraid that you will never see me again.

Linxuan Linxuan, I know that you have no intention of thinking about me, but if you don't reply to me, it will be assumed that you miss me too.

The last word is slightly raised, with a bit of naughty, anyone can see the good mood of the writer.Linxuan also smiled as he touched the smudged ink stains.

This is kalpa.

Linxuan calculated for him, Gu Lian's fate is the image of a dragon, if he can survive this catastrophe, he will swallow the clouds and puff the fog, and jump into a dragon; vitality.

Thousands of calculations were made, but he didn't expect that the calamity would fall on him.

But so what.

Gu Lian himself said that a man should gallop on the battlefield to benefit one party, and that love is nothing more than a frolic between young daughters.

After the emperor executes him, Gu Lian will let him go.

What is Acacia?

It's just that the bacteria in the morning are dark and dark, and they are born and extinguished.

The author has something to say: Zhou Geng, this chapter is too long (●°u°●)?”