The power of rebirth

Is it a fox? "Fox?...That's not bad, I'll be a fox in my next life."

"What about the afterlife and this life, I, Yan Yunhe, don't believe in those, all I want is this life! Now!" Then he looked at Mingyuan and blushed, "There is also... senior brother."

Ming Yuan cleaned up and changed his clothes, "You are still a Buddhist, don't you know about reincarnation? If the abbot hears this, he will blame you for disrespecting the Buddha."

"If the Buddha opens his eyes, don't let me, Yan Yunhe, wait too long..." Then he looked at Mingyuan, "I'm afraid you will be sad alone."

Mingyuan avoided that subtle gesture, "Yunhe..."

"Okay, got it, let's go to the hot spring!"

In the dead of night, the rain started to fall again.

After Minghan had a fast meal, he and the abbot went to the Chaodu platform. The Empress Dowager's ceremony had to be chanted all night. After listening to it for a few hours, Minghan became sleepy and left.Although the abbot had prepared the best meditation room, Ming Han, who was accustomed to living in a luxurious dragon bed, still couldn't sleep left and right. He put on his clothes and left the meditation room, bringing only a handsome eunuch and a few guards with him and left the temple.

"Your Majesty...it's so dark and there are no palace lanterns, and the road is so slippery, why don't you go back?" the little eunuch asked softly holding an umbrella.

Minghan didn't respond, just kept walking, then stopped suddenly and asked, "How old are you this year?"

"If you go back to the emperor, the slave will be 19 years old this year..."

"19 years old... Has he been gone for five years? Five years... It's been so long, but it seems like yesterday." Ming Yuan shook the blood jade that no longer existed at his waist.

The little eunuch answered, "That young master has indeed been away for five years... oh... and before you left, King Nanjiang sent a few teenagers to the palace. I saw some of them looked like young masters. Look at them. ?”

Minghan groaned for a while and said, "Let's let it go...we'll talk about it when we go back." Suddenly he remembered something, "The boy who sent me a few days ago..."

The little eunuch's face turned ugly for a while, "Your Majesty... can you say that he was given the name Yuan?"

"Huh? Did this article give him words? I forgot...but he is interesting, so I will call him a beauty when I get back?" Ming Han continued to walk forward.

With a plop, the little eunuch knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty...the servant may not be able to do it, then...youth...we lost blood and died the night before we set off... Your Majesty, spare your life."

"Dead? It's a pity... that is, his eyebrows and eyes still have a bit of similarity." Ming Han stopped suddenly, "Get up, how could I kill you... If it weren't for you, I am afraid that I wouldn't even be able to set up a tomb for him. "

The little eunuch got up and continued to follow. In the five years he served, this emperor had played with many men with similar facial features, but these facial features were all like the dead son, so the little eunuch began to worry about it.

Common people in the Northern Han Dynasty know that there is no remains of the deposed prince of the Northern Han Dynasty. The Emperor Mingyuan of the Northern Han Dynasty was heartbroken and chased after Emperor Xuanzong. A year later, he ordered people to erect a tomb. , a green stream sword.Outside the tomb, there are monks chanting mantras day and night...

An hour later, the guard following Ming Han suddenly said, "There are people, be careful, Your Majesty."

"Anu..."

Immediately, a black shadow floated from the tree, "Master, don't worry, it's just the temple monks taking a bath here." After Ming Han nodded, the black shadow disappeared again.

Minghan no longer walked forward, but detoured to the side. After about a stick of incense, his eyes opened up, and thick warm water vapor rushed towards his face.The sky, which was originally still covered with dark clouds, will now come to the moon, and the moonlight will shine on the steaming water, and there will be rain falling from an unknown cloud.Minghan lowered his head and saw that the moist spring water had soaked his robe, and wanted to turn around and leave, but a low voice came to his ears.

"Brother... You said you practiced martial arts all day long, why is your body so slim and well-proportioned? I really don't know what kind of muscles are like other brothers like Ruosheng, haha"

"Take it away..."

Only then did Yan Yunhe remove the hand that was holding that white waist.After a few minutes, I took the saponins again, "I'll rub your back, brother! It'll be cold in a few days, so I can't come here often."

After thinking about it for a while, Ming Yuan moved his body and lay down beside the water, asking Yan Yunhe to smear a thick layer of saponins on his back.

"Brother..."

"Brother..."

"Lin'er..."

"To shut up!"

"Oh……"

"Be more honest..."

Yan Yunhe looked aggrieved, "Don't you need to paint the front? Brother, you can do it yourself."

Mingyuan's body was already weakened by the heat, so why would he want to do it himself, so he turned around, his hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his cheek.

Seeing him turn around, Yan Yunhe put a dry towel on his head to wipe it off, "Don't catch a cold."

Ming Yuan pulled down the towel and looked at the tall man in front of him, feeling warm in his heart. He was glad that he could be Shen Lin in this life, and that he could meet this warm and jade-like man in this cold world. Tortured by the memories of her... But it's all worth it... Mingyuan smiled and threw the towel back on Yan Yunhe, "I'm not a child, I can take care of myself."

Yan Yunhe suddenly put his arms on the edge of the pool, closing the distance between him and Mingyuan, the breath was separated by a thin line, whether it was water vapor or nose that wet each other's lips, the sound of panting became louder and louder.

"Yunhe..." Although Mingyuan was unwilling to do such a thing, he was even more unwilling to hurt the person in front of him by refusing.

Yan Yunhe didn't go too far, his lips brushed Ming Yuan's lips lightly, and the hand resting on the edge of the pool pulled his clothes and slowly pulled them over, "Brother, go back early, I think it's going to rain again."

The ambiguous posture just now... It's him, did you think too much?

Ming Yuan took the clothes and put them on his body. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing on the opposite side of the hot spring...

"Who?" Ming Yuan instinctively made a defensive posture.

Yan Yunhe heard the sound and looked towards the opposite side, just as the moonlight was shining over, the figure on the opposite side was standing with his hands behind his back...

Mingyuan couldn't see the man's appearance clearly through the water vapor, it was just a general outline, he whispered to Yan Yunhe, "Go back."

Just as he packed up and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a sharp voice from the opposite side saying, "Your Majesty... there are wild beasts in this deep mountain and wild forest, let's go back."

Mingyuan froze all of a sudden, and turned around slowly disobediently. Through the rain, what he didn't expect was that this time he saw those sinister eyes again in another skin bag, but those eyes There was an expression in his eyes that he didn't know.

I can't move my eyes, and I can't lift my feet, but the way is evil.

The author has something to say: I'm going to play in the thick door tomorrow, stop updating, come back on October 10th and 5th, continue to update, don't abandon me~

First let me explain, there are some people with negative scores today, I don’t hate negative scores so much, I don’t rely on points to climb the rankings (well, I admit that the points are too low to climb up and it’s useless 233): This article is indeed a scumbag Ah, to trample on Shou's personality, Shou Ruoai's attack is indeed cheap enough!But you can't love so easily, if there is such a one-ten-thousandth hope of falling in love, then it can't be called love, um, that's it!Shou was a virgin in her previous life and thought she could save everyone!Make a big fist!

So far, the hatred of Shougong is far greater than the warmth brought to him by Han and Qianshang when he was a child?right!

This article is indeed not a healing sweet article, it seems that there are no heartwarming jokes, has it been dark all the time?Then I will sweeten it appropriately in the future... cough cough appropriate amount, if it can be sweetened (Baifei, this can still be sweetened)

There is no doubt that the end of this article is HE, but I can't reveal what kind of HE it is!Don't guess it's dead!

Is my article a newspaper article?Forget it!

This article can be regarded as a stimulus to me, and to stimulate the readers again!

Full of negative energy? Really?Did I really do it (shameless you little goblin!)

☆、Road to Revenge

Mingyuan only felt the steam in front of his eyes spread to both sides, and after a gust of wind, his eyes went dark, and his chin was suddenly provoked by a cold object.Eyes met those black pupils, her body couldn't help shaking, the unfinished coat was casually draped over her shoulders, with her neck exposed.The pupils were shocked at first, and then their eyes became bewildered, like the dense water vapor.Mingyuan felt that he had been pushed into an abyss, falling continuously, surrounded by thick and black blood, and the whole person was in so much pain that he couldn't speak...

With a bang, the golden fan on Mingyuan's chin was knocked off, "Who are you? How dare you be so rude to my senior brother!"

Mingyuan was awakened by Yan Yunhe's voice, hurriedly pulled up his clothes and hid behind his back, silent, pinching his hands tightly.

Minghan put away his fan, squinted his black eyes but never looked at Yan Yunhe, his eyes kept falling on Mingyuan from the beginning to the end, as if confirming something "Is it you? Yuan..."

"What's wrong? You're back! Hey... let's talk about you!" Yan Yunhe saw that the person in front of him ignored him, so he took Ming Yuan's hand and walked back, "Brother... let's go, ignore this lunatic."

Ming Yuan followed, but didn't want his other hand to be grabbed by the person behind him suddenly, "Answer me!"

Ming Han pinched Ming Yuan's wrist, and he fell silent for a while before opening his mouth, "Benefactor, you have mistaken the person. The poor monk is just a monk from Lingyin Temple...without roots. It is not the person you said."

"No root?" Ming Han murmured after looking at the ring scar on Ming Yuan's head, "It's true...could it be that this king made a mistake..."

Ming Yuan shook the big hand away forcefully. "Yunhe, let's go."

Yan Yunhe rolled Minghan's eyes and followed Mingyuan away quickly.

It rained incessantly, and the sky was cloudy and uncertain.

Ming Han stood where he was, looking at the figure that had already disappeared in the mist.

This will bring out a shadow from the darkness, "Master..."

"Anu... Do you think he looks like him..." Minghan stroked the object on his waist that no longer existed.

"Master... Could it be that you have misunderstood him, Anu didn't look like that person, the predecessors were more seductive, but this person is pure and capable of kung fu."

Minghan frowned, breathed with his hand, "I think when I just took a shower...it was quite charming, but that person was hiding in the shadows so I couldn't see clearly."

The man in black pondered for a while and said, "Anu knows what to do."

"Don't hurt him..."

Back in the meditation room, Mingyuan meditated on the bed, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures over and over again, but the unbearable memories surged through the layers of Buddhism, burning his skin and hurting his heart.

"Senior brother...you sweat a lot." Yan Yunhe fetched a basin of water and wiped Mingyuan's forehead.

Yan Yunhe held Ming Yuan's hands that were crushing the rosary, "Brother...are you shaking?"

"Brother...your brows are frowning together again." He smoothed the tangled brows with his hand.

"Senior brother... what happened to you today? Why did that person call you Yuan?" Yan Yunhe saw that Ming Yuan didn't raise his eyes or open his mouth and was still mumbling, "I heard someone calling him the emperor?"

Mingyuan's hand that had been moving all the time stopped suddenly, and slowly opened his eyes, "I don't know him... I just recognized the wrong person."

Yan Yunhe took the gauze and put it on Ming Yuan, "Senior brother said he admitted his mistake, then he admitted his mistake." Then he looked out the window and it was still raining, "I have already killed all the mosquitoes, brother, let's rest early, there will be more tomorrow morning." Let’s chant scriptures for the emperor together.”

After Ming Yuan watched Yan Yunhe rest, he slowly untied his clothes and lay down on the bed. Although his skin was no longer that person, his soul was... Even chanting scriptures day and night could not wipe away the panic and humiliation of that life Exhausted.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the thunder is loud...

Ming Yuan kept his eyes open, and he didn't fall into a dream until late at night.

Brother Huang...do you still like it?Quietly, I know you like your lewd and slutty appearance, so you better be honest, otherwise I will call your beloved Ruyan over to enjoy it together...

Haha, look quickly, that is the prince, a man can be so ecstasy...

I'm not like this...I'm not...don't...don't...save me...kill me...no...someone save me...I don't want

I am not Mingyuan...I am not the prince...I am not...I am not...

I'm not...don't...don't come here...

kill me……

kill me……

In the middle of the night, Yan Yunhe was caught by a loud noise. He walked to the window of Mingyuan, and saw that the clothes of the people on the bed were all soaked in sweat, and they were curled up in a corner, shivering with the quilt in their arms... and still muttering something.

"Senior Brother? Wake up...Senior Brother?"

Ming Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and Yan Yunhe was a little surprised by the horror in his eyes, "Brother, are you having a nightmare again?"

Mingyuan looked around, then at Yan Yunhe, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "Sorry... for disturbing you"

"I'll get a towel to wipe your sweat." When he was about to get up, Ming Yuan grabbed him, "Let's do this, come up..."

Yan Yunhe looked at Mingyuan's fragile and vulnerable expression, and didn't insist anymore. Although he didn't know what happened to him, it must be something bad, otherwise he wouldn't be haunted by nightmares from time to time.

Yan Yunhe quickly removed his coat and got on the bed beside Ming Yuan.

Ming Yuan turned his back and closed his eyes. He knew that every time Yan Yunhe was lying beside him, he would not have nightmares anymore, and would only sleep for a while...

Yan Yunhe turned sideways and looked at the person in front of him, the wet nightgown was stuck to his body, his fingers touched the raised butterfly bone, it was wet and slippery...

"Brother... take off your clothes, or you will get sick."

Ming Yuan closed his eyes, "Hmm..." but he didn't move.

Yan Yunhe waited for a while, then stretched out his hand and tore off the clothes attached to Mingyuan's body. The smooth back was glowing with water, and his fingers rubbed back and forth on it through a layer of air, from the neck to the back and then to the tailbone, It's like wiping an extremely precious treasure.

After a while, Mingyuan said lightly, "Go to sleep..."

Yan Yunhe immediately blushed, hesitated for a long time, "Oh..." and then pulled up the quilt to cover Ming Yuan.

How much he thought, holding him in his arms, not letting him be cold, not letting him be hot, not letting him be hot, he had nightmares again and again, but now he couldn't...

The next day, the Buddhist hall.

Mingyuan hid in the crowd and chanted along, while the man sat in the center.

After chanting, Mingyuan opened his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw the man staring at him firmly, the expression in his eyes was obsession, like the evil of every memory.

Bow your head, look up... That gaze is still more unscrupulous, hotter, and more purposeful than before, with an aggressive and arrogant look...

"Your majesty... the morning class is over, and the poor monk has prepared a fast meal..." Before the abbot could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ming Han, "This king is here to pray for the Queen Mother of the Northern Han Dynasty, and the other is... I want to find a monk to follow me back to the palace to promote Buddhism."

The abbot nodded, "The emperor sent someone to tell the poor monk last night, and the poor monk also specially selected Zhizhi who is proficient in Buddhism in this temple..."

Minghan interrupted again, "It's time to trouble the abbot, but I want to choose by myself... I don't know?"

The abbot froze for a moment, then looked at the emperor's eyes in the same direction from the beginning to now, and then looked in that direction. When he saw Mingyuan, the abbot first frowned and then looked uneasy, "I don't know that the emperor... which disciple?"

Ming Yuan got up and walked straight to Ming Yuan, "I see this master is clean-boned and has an extraordinary temperament between his brows. He will definitely help me achieve great things."

The abbot hurriedly dissuaded him, "Your Majesty... I have only entered my Buddhist school for five years without roots, and my six roots have not been cleared. If I enter the palace with my majesty, I will definitely not be able to withstand the temptation of this world..." Then he knelt down and shouted emotionally, "I still hope Your Majesty, think twice..."

"Five years? There really are such coincidences in the world..." Then he said to Ming Yuan, "Come to me tonight, I want to learn Buddhism from this rootless master"

Ming Yuan made a bow, "Back to the emperor, I'm afraid that the poor monk has a shallow Buddhist relationship and can't bring anything to the emperor... I hope the emperor will choose another one."

Minghan turned to walk up to the abbot, "This is the imperial decree..." After finishing speaking, he left the Buddhist hall without looking back.

Everyone left one after another, and the abbot went to Mingyuan, "If the emperor is devoted to the Buddha, you will live in peace... If the emperor... that's all... life and death depends on your fate. The poor monk can't help you, it can be said A companion is like a tiger, are you afraid of death?"

Mingyuan knelt on the ground without saying a word, he knew that the man would not let him go so easily, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, Mingyuan smiled and said, "People cannot be resurrected after death, the so-called law of heaven, I But I was reborn again, but I didn't know why I was born...how can I enjoy life, and why should I fear death?"

"It's good if you look away... There is a Buddha in your heart, no matter how great the suffering is, it will no longer be suffering, and the Buddha will naturally save you." The abbot left after speaking.

Mingyuan returned to the meditation room, sat cross-legged on the bed, looked out the window, and murmured, "After all, I can't hide..." Suddenly he smiled, "If the Buddha can save me, then let me get everything back ..." The smile widened further, and his eyes bent into the shape of a fox.

Yan Yunhe ran over with a lunch box, "Brother, have you finished your morning class? Did the abbot call my name in public today? Hmph... I won't see what the old man can do to me! I brought you..." Suddenly Seeing Mingyuan laughing, he forcibly held back half of what he said, and walked to Mingyuan's side, "You...you...have a fever?" He said and put his hand on Mingyuan's forehead.

Ming Yuan knocked that hand away, "Don't make trouble."

"Brother...you really laughed just now..."

Ming Yuan took the food box, took out two mouthfuls of food, "What?"

"Ah...it's nothing...hehe"

"Yunhe..."

"Hey... senior brother..."

Ming Yuan put down the bowl and chopsticks, "If I'm not by your side, what will you do?"

Yan Yunhe asked while eating his rice, "Where are you going, brother? I'll go wherever brother is going... Hehe."

"Yunhe...have you...always wanted to be with me?" Mingyuan no longer looked at Yunhe, "wanted to be with me..."

Yan Yunhe licked the rice grains next to the bowl, "What? Senior brother was confused."

Mingyuan smiled at Yunhe, "It's nothing... practice sword with senior brother"

"Hey……"

As soon as the sun went down, Mingyuan went out and headed north.

No one stopped the guards along the way, it seems...he knew he would come.

Just before he raised his hand and knocked on the door, a deep voice came from inside the room, "Come in..."

Ming Yuan took a deep breath, and pushed the door open with a squeak, and the man inside the room was half lying on the bed, playing with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Close the door……"

Mingyuan closed the door, then took a few steps forward, knelt down and held a scroll of Buddhist scriptures in his hands, "The poor monk has no roots to pay respects to the emperor... This is the scripture given by the abbot for the emperor to read."

Minghan came down from the collapse, walked to Mingyuan, picked up the volume of scriptures, did not flip through, but lifted a corner of the book to Mingyuan's chin, and took a candlestick to illuminate Mingyuan's entire face, then The dark eyes narrowed slightly, "Although that person is not one-tenth of that charming...but he has a different feeling, clear bones and beautiful..." Then he suddenly caught a glimpse of the tear mole in the corner of Mingyuan's eye, and his eyes were moved , "How can there be so many coincidences in the world? How can someone be so similar?"

The book was thrown aside by Minghan, and the candlestick was also put aside, and the bony fingers stroked the bright red tear mole, "You are my king's Yuan..."

Ming Yuan pushed that hand away, "Please respect yourself, Your Majesty... Your Majesty has admitted the wrong person."

The candlelight crackled.

Minghan stared at Mingyuan's calm eyes, "It's also...he died five years ago...this prince saw him with his own eyes..." He stopped talking.

Ming Yuan sneered in his heart, and then said, "Who is that? Is it really so similar to the poor monk?"

"He... is the person I love the most in this life, and also... the person I hate the most." Then he helped Mingyuan up from the ground, "But it doesn't matter...God has treated this king well, and sent you to this king again." By the king's side, this king will definitely..."

Ming Yuan pushed that hand away, "If it wasn't for hate more than love... how could that person die? People cannot be resurrected after death... I hope the emperor will not lose his eyes. If there is nothing wrong, the poor monk will leave." Then he turned around ready to leave.

As soon as he walked to the door, before he touched the door with his hand, he felt unsteady behind him and was pressed hard against the door by the person behind him. Immediately, a damp, hot and sticky feeling flooded into his mouth.

As soon as he exerted force on his hand, he bounced off the person on his body, Ming Yuan wiped his mouth, "It seems that the reason why the emperor picked this poor monk is not all to study Buddhism..."

Ming Yuan got up from the ground, looked at Ming Yuan with an ambiguous expression, "Unexpectedly, you still have kung fu..."

"Be a monk, practice martial arts to strengthen your body." Then he said, "The poor monks are Buddhists, and they are all men. I hope the emperor will not do this kind of thing again."

Ming Yuan looked at the human being in front of him and said, "If you don't want to do that kind of thing, I won't force you." Then he said, "You still look good with long hair... When you return to the palace, this king will let you return to vulgarity."

Ming Yuan stopped talking and turned to leave, it was useless to talk more.

"Leave back to the palace tomorrow morning... this is the imperial decree" came the unresistible voice from behind

"Brother, where have you been?" Yan Yunhe stood at the door and rushed over when he saw Ming Yuan approaching.

"It's just... just to relax."

"Oh... have you eaten?"

"Not hungry..."

"Aren't you hungry? You have to eat if you're not hungry... just wait..." After speaking, there was no one in sight.

Mingyuan shook his head, walked into the meditation room and stopped suddenly, thinking of Yan Yunhe felt a sharp pain in his heart, "Really...is it a separation?"

"Brother... give"

Ming Yuan took it, and then said to Yan Yunhe, "Get water for me, I want to wash..."

"Okay... I'll go now"

Ming Yuan suddenly grabbed Yan Yunhe, held back for a long time before saying, "You... wash it too... it stinks"

Yan Yunhe smelled himself, "Does it stink? Haha"

After taking a shower, Ming Yuan lay on the bed, tossing and turning.

"Brother can't sleep?"

"Well... I have mosquitoes here"

Yan Yunhe sat up from the bed, "Mosquito? I remember that I killed him, brother wait for me to kill him for hundreds of rounds."

"No need...do you have any?"

"I... don't seem to have one."

"Then I'll go to sleep with you..."

It took a while to hear Yan Yunhe say, "Oh..."

Russling, the cloth rubs against the mosquito net, and the shoes that are not worn in are slowly walked over.

Mingyuan got into Yan Yunhe's bed, and Yan Yunhe leaned in, "My bed is a bit small..."

Two people lying on the bed next to each other...

Yan Yunhe's breathing was a bit heavy, he could smell the saponins on Mingyuan's body...

"Yunhe..."

"Ah... hey"

"Cold..." ^

"Ah? Then I'll cover the brother with a quilt."

After a stick of incense...

"Yunhe... cold"

Yan Yunhe turned sideways, "But you're sweating..."

"It's freezing..."

Yan Yunhe touched the beads of sweat on Mingyuan's forehead, "Brother, do you have a fever?"

Ming Yuan caressed the big hand on his forehead, and then pulled it to his waist, "Help...Senior brother warm...warm up..."

"what……"

Then Mingyuan leaned towards Yan Yunhe, Yan Yunhe's face became hot, he didn't know where to put his hand, he kept lifting it.

Ming Yuan rubbed against Yan Yunhe's arms, with the tip of his nose leaning against the tip of his nose...

Burning fire and dry wood... I don't know who touched the other first, the two people on the bed rubbed together, and the mosquito net couldn't stand the shaking and fell on the entangled person...

Zen clothes, Buddhist scriptures, and beads were scattered all over the place.

The moon is shining brightly, and the evening breeze is slowly...

"Hey..." Yan Yunhe had a naive look on his face, and he smirked while hugging a quilt on the bed.

The scorching sun at noon shone on his face through the window, and after a while he slowly opened his eyes, seeing the brutal sunlight in front of him, and the strong smell of acacia in the air.

Yan Yunhe rubbed his eyes, and his heart became sweeter thinking about the lingering night, "Senior brother..." His hand rubbed the narrow bed, only the quilt was touched.

Getting up, Yan Yunhe looked at the sun, "It's already noon? Brother, it looks like he's going to practice swords..." Yan Yunhe got up and put on his clothes. When he folded the quilt, he saw the clusters of bright red blood on the bed sheet, and his heart burst into joy. The hand felt a patch of red, "Senior brother..." Thinking about the intensity of last night, I am afraid that the senior brother can't get out of bed, so why would he practice swords?

Yan Yunhe searched all over the house but couldn't find any trace, so he first went to the next village to steal the chicken, cooked the soup and went straight to the Buddhist hall with it.

"Abbot... have you seen where your brother is?"

The abbot said, "Wugen has followed the emperor back to the palace."

"What?" Yan Yunhe was a little confused, "What is going back to the palace? I'm talking about my senior brother."

The abbot shook his head, "Didn't Wugen tell you? Yesterday the emperor hand-picked Wugen for the emperor's unexpected needs... I'm afraid it's already gone down the mountain."

With a plop, the can of chicken soup was spilled on the side of the abbot. The abbot looked at the chicken nuggets on the ground, and then thought of the way Rootless walked in the morning, and sighed, "Civil..."

Yan Yunhe rushed back to the meditation room, flipped through it, and found a note on the table: Yunhe, don't look for me, within the high wall, the world of mortals will never meet again, forget about me....

Yunhe, what will happen to you if I disappear one day?

Yunhe, senior brother is sorry for you, senior brother is not worthy of your love.

Yunhe, I... really like it

The previous words, the whispers during the carnival, hit each other sentence by sentence.

"Brother! Shen Lin!!!" Yan Yunhe roared and the whole table was split in half, "I will find you even in the ends of the earth! Don't say he is the emperor, I can't stop him even the Jade Emperor I!"

"Ah Choo..." Ming Yuan nestled in the carriage, the mountain road was rugged, and the bumps made his newly experienced body a little overwhelmed.

Mingyuan poked his head out to look at the road, he had already left Lingyin Mountain, and with his Mixiang, he might know what happened... and he might not be able to catch up.

"forget me……"

But he said, the mortal fate is entangled, and it is a waste of a lifetime to practice...

☆、Prelude to Revenge

Originally, Mingyuan thought that he would never step into this imperial city again in this life, and originally thought that all the grievances and resentments had passed, Shen Lin's life was accompanied by the blue lantern Buddha scroll, and Yunhe was enough to accompany him.But I never thought that I would set foot here again after the reincarnation of life and death.

Originally, he thought that he would never be able to pass this hurdle, but standing at the gate of the city, he seemed to have let go of everything. Even the death of his mother did not feel too much sadness, and there was only endless hatred for that person...

The gate of the city was full of civil and military officials. Ming Yuan was dressed in vermilion gauze and mud-colored monk uniform, and followed Ming Han with downcast eyes.

"Father..." A handsome little boy broke free from the maid's arms and ran over.

Minghan picked up the little boy, "Did Nuoer listen to what the queen mother said?"

"There are... days when the emperor is not around, Nuo'er is obedient. If you don't believe the emperor, you can ask the queen." The little boy pointed to the gorgeously dressed woman behind him.

The woman stroked her swollen belly, walked over with the support of several court ladies, and bowed, "Your Majesty... you are back, Nuoer and I have..." The woman stroked her belly, "There are still things we haven't seen yet." All the babies born are looking forward to your return."

"Queen mother, please tell father how obedient Nuo'er is. Yesterday, Master Chen praised Nuo'er for doing a good job in homework!" The little boy acted like a baby in Ming Han's arms.

Minghan handed the boy to the waiter beside him, "Nuo'er is so obedient, then father will teach you swordsmanship at night."

"Okay, okay..." The little boy smiled, and then saw Ming Yuan behind him, jumped off the waiter, walked to Ming Yuan, touched his head and said, "Father...why does he have no hair?" Then circle around the underworld again.

The woman also noticed the monk behind Ming Han, "Your Majesty... this is?"

Minghan turned around and saw Mingyuan's eyes drooping, and said with a smile, "The eminent monk in Lingyin Temple, Master Wugen, will live in the palace from now on."

When Ming Han stepped aside and the woman saw Ming Yuan, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she quickly returned to normal, "It turns out that he is a rootless master, and he will be in trouble in the future."

Mingyuan looked up at the woman, her appearance remained unchanged, but she had more joy of being a mother. Mingyuan opened the corners of her mouth and narrowed her eyes, "The poor monk should do his best...the empress."

In the crowd, whispering.

"Like... hell"

"It's not just like..."

"I don't know how long this young man can live. Those sent a few days ago are either dead or disabled, alas..."

Mingyuan followed Minghan into the palace amidst bursts of sighs.

Perhaps, Mingyuan should be grateful to that person for not continuing to place him in Hehuan Hall?

Ruyan, it seems that you are doing well?had a child with him...

Mingyuan took off the gauze clothes, and after taking a bath, he looked at the mirror for a while, and touched his body, "Is this the only bargaining chip? Hehe..."

The eyes of the person in the mirror are no longer as cold as those in the temple, but emit a scorching light, and the face is piled up into a smile that makes people unable to move their eyes away...the mole at the corner of the eye also exudes an enchanting blood color.

Mingyuan put on his clothes, walked to a candle, put his fingers on the flame with his bare hands, and crushed the vigorous flame with his fingertips, "Come in..."

It took a long time for the door to open slowly, and a person in a long green robe stepped in.

"My lord, Situ Qing, I saw you at the palace gate today... Feelings from an old friend, come to confirm."

Mingyuan turned his back to the man, and took scissors to cut the wick of the extinguished candle short, "Who do you think I am? I am who..."

The man knelt down with a thud, "Situ is sorry for that old friend, if the master is useful to me, I will definitely do like a dog."

Ming Yuan put down the scissors, turned around slowly, and walked up to Situ Qing, "How do I know if you were sent by him?"

Situ Qing took out a token from his pocket, "This is Situ Bingquan. Although there are not many, it is enough to mobilize an entire Royal Forest Army!"

Mingyuan didn't answer, "How do you know what I'm thinking, and how do you know that I will accept you?"

"When the master passed through the Hehuan Hall, the misery in his eyes at that moment was beyond ordinary people's ability. Situ had seen such eyes before..."

Mingyuan looked at the person in front of him, although he was still handsome, he was a bit more stable. He took the token, "It seems that I didn't hide it deep enough?" Then he asked, "Why do you have military power?"

"Back then, I couldn't rescue him with my own strength, and I felt guilty. Since the old man left, Situ abandoned literature and went to martial arts."

Ming Yuan frowned and glanced at the faint mark on Situ Qing's neck, "Are you... married?"

Situ Qing, "I'm still unmarried."

"Is there anyone you like?"

Situ Qing shook his head in confusion, "No..."

Mingyuan thought for a while and returned the soldier talisman to Situ Qing, "The poor monk is just a Buddhist, and I don't know what Master Situ is referring to. It's getting late, let's go back."

Situ was shocked, "Couldn't it be revenge for coming back this time?"

"How to avenge no hatred, how to avenge no hatred?" Ming Yuan waved his hand to let him leave.

"The emperor is here..." A sharp voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Situ Qing got up from the ground and stood aside.

Ming Han entered the room to see Situ Qing, "Situ Aiqing is well informed." Then he looked at Ming Yuan and said, "Come and chat with him often in the future."

Situ Qing made a bow, "I obey."

Seeing the man in black standing behind Ming Han staring at Situ Qing, Ming Yuan understood a little, and couldn't help but sneered a few times in his heart.

Just to test him?

Ming Yuan waved his hand, "Everyone back down."

After the waiter stepped back, Ming Han stared at Ming Yuan, "Why don't you wear the clothes I gave you? Don't you like it?"

Mingyuan lowered his eyes, "The poor monk is a Buddhist, and the monk's uniform is enough. Those silks and satins are not suitable for the poor monk."

Minghan went to the front and sat down, "Didn't you see the imperial decree issued by this king?"

Ming Yuan bowed, "I have seen..."

"Then it's over, the king has issued an imperial decree for you to return to the secular world, don't mention anything about being rootless or poor monk!" Then he hooked his hands, "Come here..."

Ming Yuan took a few steps forward.

"My king will call you Yuan in the future, okay?"

Ming Yuan's brows tightened, "I heard that the emperor said that that person is someone whom the emperor loves and hates, how can the poor monk occupy the magpie's nest and take the name of others?"

Minghan got up and walked to Mingyuan, "Doves occupy the magpie's nest? Hehe... Then what do you think the king will call you?" Minghan approached step by step.

Ming Yuan took a few steps back, "Your Majesty..."

"Huh?" Ming Yuan's body was still aching, and he was forced to lean against the wall all of a sudden, "The poor monk was named Shen Lin before he became a monk..."

Minghan squinted his eyes, raised his hand and pinched Mingyuan's chin, "Shen Lin? Good name...won't be a substitute? Good backbone! You are really different from him. From then on, you will only be my king's Shen Lin. Okay?" Fingers caressed those thin lips.

Ming Yuan dodged aside, "Please respect yourself, Your Majesty..."

Ming Han looked at Ming Yuan stuck on the wall, and smiled, "Forget it...this king promised you, if you don't force you, I won't force you." Then he waved his sleeves, "This king will wait for you, Waiting for you to be with me voluntarily..."

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