After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

He leaned close to her ear and said in a hoarse voice: "Jiang Suihan's original words back then were that it was difficult to conceive an heir, but it is not impossible to conceive... How about Jiaojiao try with me?"

Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.

No matter what you try, this guy is so lustful!

She was displeased: "Buddhist Pure Land, you are very bad."

"This is the back mountain, and it is no longer considered a pure place for Buddhism."

Xiao Yi comforted her and tilted his head to kiss her mouth.

Nan Baoyi quickly pursed her lips and turned her head, refusing to kiss him.

Xiao Yi looked at her stubborn appearance and laughed: "If I don't let you go back tonight, are you going to keep pouting like this?"

"Um!"

The girl made a little sound from her throat, like a rabbit.

She resisted him like this...

Xiao Yi's eyes darkened.

He raised his hand and touched the corner of her mouth: "I won't kiss you anymore, don't pout."

Nan Baoyi looked at him hesitantly.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, she silently let go of her lips.

There were howling wolves all around.

Nan Baoyi moved closer to Xiao Yi, always holding his wide sleeves tightly: "Shall we go back? There are no lights in the deep mountains and wild forests. I'm scared."

As they were talking about the lights, a little orange light in the distance emerged from the darkness.

Nan Baoyi was surprised: "What is that?"

Xiao Yi threatened her: "Will-o'-the-wisp."

Nan Baoyi's eyes widened and he chirped, a little nervous and a little curious.

The orange lights gradually came closer.

Nan Baoyi held Xiao Yi's hand at the corner of his sleeve and gradually tightened it.

As she got closer, she could see clearly that the person holding the lantern was an old monk who was over sixty years old. He had a white beard and eyebrows, was wearing a cassock, and had a kind face and kind eyes.

Xiao Yi performed Buddhist etiquette: "Abbott."

Nan Baoyi raised his eyebrows.

The monk who came out to scare people at night turned out to be the abbot of Wanguo Temple.

Huimin smiled kindly and said in an old voice: "The mountains are dangerous. At night, I am always afraid of wild wolves coming down the mountain and taking away someone's baby. Therefore, I like to patrol at night."

Nan Baoyi said crisply: "Then you are really conscientious."

Huimin glanced at her.

He smiled: "I will send you two back to the temple?"

Three people traveling together.

A silver moon hung high in the sky, and there was frost and snow in the mountains and forests. Dark ancient cypresses led all the way to the back door of the mountain temple. Crows squatted on the branches on both sides of the mountain road, turning their eyes and watching them curiously as they walked towards the Wanguo Temple. It was dark. The bean eyes are strange and deep.

Huimin said slowly: "Nan Xiaodonor seems to have a lot of wisdom."

Nan Baoyi was not polite to him: "Yes, I have always been very smart."

Huimin laughed twice: "Donor Nan has experienced life and death. I think his understanding of life and death is much deeper than ordinary people like us."

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

She stared at the old monk's back. He was holding a lamp to guide the way, but his back was dark.

And his words...

Is that what she meant?

Xiao Yi held her little hand instead.

He stared at the old monk's back, his narrow phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent.

Huimin chuckled twice again, as if he had eyes behind his back: "I have no intention of being an enemy of the two of you, so why should I, Your Highness, have murderous intentions against me? It's just that when I study Buddhism, I can't understand life and death. I happened to bump into Nan Xiao Donor, so I just want to ask her opinion."

Nan Baoyi said nothing.

The proposition of life and death has always been very heavy.

How can I make it clear in just a few words?

On a cold night in the mountain temple, the moon is high in the sky, but fine snow is falling quietly.

Beasts scurry through the mountain forest, frightening the large flock of crows living in the valley, and fly towards the full moon against the night snow.

Xiao Yi took off his cloak, tied it around Nan Bao's neck, and carefully put on her hood.

Nan Baoyi looked up at him.

The man lowered his eyes and showed no emotion on his handsome face.

But the movements are very gentle.

She felt warm in her heart.

The warmth of this moment was deeply remembered by her. At this moment, what did life and death mean?

When I returned to the monastery, it was almost the second watch.

The Zen courtyard was brightly lit, and the maids were standing guard under the eaves, ready to deal with Xiao Qingyang's nightmare at any time.

The monks were sitting around in the courtyard, each holding a red painted wooden fish. The sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of exorcisms and exorcisms were continuous, making it extremely solemn and solemn.

The flower window was closed tightly and covered with talisman paper with strange symbols on it.

Nan Baoyi said sarcastically: "Is this... ghost hunting?"

Xiao Yi sneered: "How can there be ghosts and gods in the world? How stupid one must be to place hope on these illusory things."

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods.

Nan Baoyi murmured in a low voice: "But I have used the soothing soup and soothing incense, and have investigated in various ways, but I can't find the cause of the nightmare at all. Only when you are extremely desperate can you ask ghosts and gods, right?"

Xiao Yi scoffed.

No matter how desperate he is, he will not ask ghosts and gods.

What's the use of asking for something that doesn't exist in the world.

The two walked to the verandah and ordered the palace maid to bring hot tea and snacks. While eating, they waited to see if Xiao Qingyang would have a nightmare tonight.

Buddhist temple.

Xiao Qingyang sat on the couch.

Three thousand black hairs are scattered like a waterfall, and the delicate and cold face reflects a different kind of tenderness and all kinds of charm under the pale golden candlelight.

She stared at the young monk on the futon.

He half-closed his eyes and was tapping the wooden fish.

He was sent to her room by the old abbot to protect her because of his excellent martial arts.

The crane-shaped lamp is quaint and quiet. He is sitting under the lamp, his appearance is as bright as the moon in the clouds, his side face is as cold as frost and snow, and he is unapproachable.

He was ordained for only half a year, but he became a famous monk with great reputation because of his extensive knowledge accumulated during his years of study, his proficiency in Sanskrit language, and his expertise in translating scriptures.

She hugged the brocade quilt and whispered: "Nan Chengyi, you and I once served as a ranger and took it as our own duty to save the world. Now you are a monk and want to save the world through Buddhism. But your own six roots have not been purified, how can you save others? ?”

Nan Chengyi did not answer her.

Strong resentment welled up in Xiao Qingyang's chest.

She walked in front of him and spoke condescendingly: "Nan Chengyi, you don't distinguish between good and evil, and you wrongfully accused me of killing Xiuxiu. You are so confused. What kind of Buddha do you want to worship? You hate me so much that you can't let go of hatred or love. You If you don’t have a place to worship the Buddha in your heart, what kind of famous monk do you want to be?!”

By the end of her words, the girl was hysterical.

Nan Chengyi still lowered his eyes and tapped the wooden fish calmly.

Xiao Qingyang became angry, grabbed the wooden fish, and smashed it to the ground.

Nan Chengyi opened his eyes, looked at Muyu who had rolled to the corner, and said solemnly: "Your Highness is bright and energetic, and is not suffering from nightmares. If it is just a farce, I will say goodbye."

"you--"

Xiao Qingyang was reluctant to let him go.

She quickly grabbed the sleeves of his monk's robe, lowered her head, and whispered: "You, don't leave... at least, stay with me for one night. When I was on a study tour, I slept in the open air, slept on a cliff, and slept in the ice and snow. You were always worried. I keep vigil, I, I’m very grounded.”

The monk with a jade-like face faced the Emperor Ji's humiliation, his facial features were shrouded in light and shadow, and his expression could not be seen.

He lowered his eyes.

The girl's slender jade hands dyed with danko rested on his crow-green monk's robe.

Xiao Qingyang noticed his gaze and quickly let go of his hand.

She took two steps back and returned to the bed sadly.

The rebellious and noble Emperor Ji lay down on the brocade quilt, as obedient as a rabbit: "I will sleep for now. Brother Nan, you must never leave..."

,

Too late

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . The fastest website to update the mobile version: