Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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Someone knocked on the door, it was Hu Yanping, with Murong's family, carrying a package on his body. Stepping into our room, the whole family kneeled when they entered the door, and Rosh and I quickly pulled them up. Hu Yanping said with a fist: "The mage and the wife are people of great wisdom. They never ask our origins. Until now, I have to wait for my true identity and I can't hide it anymore."

Hu Yanping pulled Xiao Murongchao with a heavy face: "The little master is the son of the North Sea King of Dayan Kingdom. After Dayan's restoration, the relatives of North Sea King and Fan Yang King in Zhangye were all killed. Only the grandson and the North Sea Princess escaped. In these years, Hu Yanping has been indifferent, and has been tossing and turning in Liangzhou. He has been displaced and has to bear fruit." (Note: The king of Beihai is the title of Murongchao’s father Murong, and the king of Fanyang is the title of Murongchao’s uncle Murongde. Muronghui falls in AD 384. Restoration in the year, still called "Yan")

He shook his head bitterly: "If you can't take shelter, this famine, I'm afraid I can't escape death."

I told Roche about their identity long ago, and now I am very touched to see them being honest. He heard Hu Yanping sigh heavily: "Now I'm going to Dayan, blocked by Yao Qin and Tuoba Wei. The wars are chaotic, and the young women and Confucians are really awkward. I wanted to use the power of the Master to bury my surname in Gu Zang and wait for opportunities. Going forward. Unexpectedly, even today he was recognized by the old man. If he went to report it, Lv learned that I was waiting for him. It would be hard to guarantee that the grandson of the grandson and the little master would be hostage to threaten your majesty Yan Guo and King Fan Yang. In May, the mage may also be implicated. Mage Eunze benefits Murong bloodline, so..."

He knelt down on one knee and clenched his fists: "Hu Yanping must not add to the difficulty of the mage, and today he will continue to run away with the small master family. If he meets again in this life, Hu Yanping, and the small master, will repay the mage and his wife to regenerate Great virtue."

Rosh wanted to help him up, Hu Yanping refused. Duan Pingting pulled Murong Chao and knelt down together. I was so sad that I wanted them to have a place to live in Gu Zang, but now it seems that they have to let them run away.

Roche also understood that Hu Yanping's worry made perfect sense. If Lu Guang can get the relatives of Murong De, it is hard to guarantee that he will not use it. He gave me a wink. I nodded and went to the cupboard to take out some of our last coins, which was within a thousand words. After thinking about it, I took out the blank notebook pencil and eraser from my backpack.

I put the money in Hu Yanping, but he refused, but had to accept it. Then hand the pencil and rubber notebook to Xiao Murongchao: "Chaoer, aunt has nothing to give you. These can be used when you study. No matter how hard life is, you must study hard and remember to listen to your mother. Uncle Huyan's words."

Chaoer's **** eyes blinked, tears gleamed in Jingliang's pupils, and fell into my arms and sobbed: "Aunt, Chaoer will come back to find you in the future. Chaoer will also listen to Liu Bang Xiang Yu's story and play with her aunt. Rock-paper-scissors."

Holding Murong's last tragic hero, I remembered that in his only 27 years of life, the days of prosperity and exile far exceeded the time of stability. I couldn't help crying: "Okay, my aunt is waiting here. When the super child grows up, he must be a good boy."

He walked to Duan Pingting, hugged her, and took the opportunity to whisper in her ear: "Pingting, the woman's greatest happiness is'wish to be single-minded, and the white heads are not separated.' Don't regret it until you lose it." "

Ping Ting blushed and glanced at Gongsun's family. He shouldn't hear what I said. She turned back to me with tears in her eyes. Pulling Murongchao to say goodbye to us: "'Let's add food and meal, and let's make a long memory.' The troubled world steals life, and the soldiers are separated from each other. After this, I'm afraid it will be another "Long Memory". I only hope the Master Love Sister Qing and grow old and support each other. No matter where you are, Pinting will bless the Master and Sister Qing."

The high mountain heads trees, and the wind blows leaves down. When you go thousands of miles, why should you still be there? Watching them get out of the city among the refugees and start wandering again, when will they meet again?

The day after they left, Lu Shao really took someone to search, followed by the indifferent look of Monson, and the person who recognized Hu Yanping in Gulou that day. He ordered everyone in our family to stand in the courtyard, and his men entered the room to search. Lu Shao was extremely dissatisfied with the result, staring at us, looking provocative.

"Shizi, no one in the Guzang city knew that the mage could accommodate hungry people. The Murong family came in, and the mage could not determine." Monson stepped forward to persuade, glancing at me quietly, "I see, they must have escaped, Shizi might as well stop here."

Lu Shao believed in Monson very much and heeded his words. Waving angrily, he took the people away.

I booed and carried my basket out to buy food. Both Du Jin and Duan Ye have been here in the past few days. Roche told them the idea of ​​building a cave temple, and they all expressed their willingness to support it. The most important thing is that they sent us some food and money, so we don’t have to be as stretched as we did some time ago. I plan to sell a piece of lamb to Roche, he needs to make up his body.

"Teacher Ai, I haven't seen you for a long time." Turning around a street corner, I saw Monson leaning against the wall and made it clear that he was waiting for me.

He came to me, crossed his hands to his chest, and said with a laugh: "Since the refugees and Murong's family have already left, Teacher Ai will not have to be so busy, when can he continue to attend classes?"

Alas, it's time to come. I sighed and looked into his eyes: "Little General, thank you for your help the day before yesterday, my concubine is very grateful. This lesson, this book has been finished..."

He smiled playfully and looked down at me: "Ai Qing, if those two hundred people are still in your house, will this lesson end so early?"

He wandered slowly around me, humming in his nose: "But it’s no wonder, if it’s not for food, why would you be willing to enter my door? It’s just that you and I get along for a month and you can’t always ask you to call me There was a sound of humiliation. I didn’t even have a smile when I was so jealous of my three-pointer every day. Don’t you want to be involved with me too much?

I straightened my waist bar straight. What he said was true, and I didn’t need to be fooled with the snake: "How can you dare to call the name of the little general directly? There is something else in the family. The concubine said goodbye first."

I wouldn’t teach if my heart was crossed, what would he dare? I was really forced to take me away, I was afraid he would not dare. I was about to turn around and leave, and suddenly saw him pull out two things from his arms, and there was a loud voice in his mouth: "Unfortunately, I wanted to give you a gift..."

"You!" I looked at him clearly, "I was a three-month contract!"

"Master, what do I want, are you afraid that there is no way to get it?" He sneered and took the things back. "As long as you can finish the wonderful book, I will give you these two jade articles as rewards, how about it?"

I bit the corner of my mouth and stared at his cloudy eagle eye: "Well, I will come as usual tomorrow."

I slowly told the last chapter of "Monarchy" "How to Free Italy from the Barbarians" to the students with serious expressions in front of me. I was also a teacher. When I faced Rosh, I was fully devoted to it. The interaction with him made me happy. However, in the face of Monson, I can only breathe a sigh of relief if I watch out and be afraid.

"We have discussed all of the above, so we can think for ourselves: can the Central Plains at this moment give a new monarch a grand vision, and provide a wise and capable monarch with an opportunity to take some way to make Get praise from future generations and benefit the people."

The original text actually said Italy, and I changed it to the Central Plains. I paused and thought about the follow-up. Remember that Machiavelli said next: In order to show Moses' ability, the Israelis must be made slaves in Egypt; in order to understand the greatness of Cyrus, the Persians must be oppressed by the Medis; in order to show the excellence of Tihus, The Athenians must be dispersed.

Compared with Machiavelli's words that absolutely stand in the monarch's perspective and don't care about the suffering people, I appreciate the Chinese saying that the current situation makes heroes. But I don't want to talk to this ambitionist in front of me. Not because it was too difficult to explain to him, but because he was not the great monarch chosen by fate.

"Little general, so far I have finished all the art of this monarch's monarch. Thank you, Little General, for helping me for more than a month. Tomorrow, the concubine will not need to come again." I stood up, owed my body, and extended my hand to him before.

There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyebrows were raised: "Do not go back anxiously."

He patted the palm of the door, and a maid came in with a bowl. "Specially instructed the kitchen to boil the red date fungus soup for you, look at your skinny yellow skinny, woman, still have to look rosy to look good."

"Thank you, little general, the concubine can't afford it." I didn't glance at it, and owed to him again, "The concubine only hopes to get back the jade..."

"Do you think I don't know?" He interrupted me, leaning against me, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, "This month, you have eaten nothing here, even the water, I'm afraid Am I taking Mongolian medicine?"

I stepped back quietly, pulling away from him. He did not continue to approach, glanced at the bowl and nodded approvingly: "You really guessed it. In this red jujube soup, Mongolian medicine is indeed given. If you take it, I will let you go instead. You don't eat... "

He paused, and his sharp eyes were like arrows: "It proves that I am wrong in seeing the right person. Ai Qing, if I was just intuition before you would be useful to me, after you talked about the month after the monarch, how could I possibly Let go and let you talk to others about this?"

In his heart awe-inspiring, really Rosh's worries turned into reality. Today I was hiding from Roche, because in any case I wanted to get Vashati's gift. But how can I not know that I am trying to hide from the tiger?

Seeing me silent, he was approaching again, persuading me with a gentle voice that I had never heard before: "You have a clear and sensitive mind, you should take it out in a troubled world and do something. Why do you follow a monk who is much older than you? Starved and frozen, but also bear the fingers behind?"

He wanted to pull my hand, I quickly jumped away. He did not insist any longer and continued to say aloud: "Knowing your heart is compassionate, you can rest assured that although I am not a good person, I will never kill the innocent indiscriminately. At least, I will be more kind to the people than Lu's and value the people's hearts. Ai Qing, I will Treat you well and build the foundation in the future, you will be my queen, and the son you gave up will be my prince. Follow me, stand by my side and watch me beat the world, let's go to end this chaotic world together, OK? "

"Monson..." I raised my eyes and looked at him. He was overjoyed and leaned his ears toward me.

I sighed and tried to convince people as much as possible: "Thank you for your wrong love. I'm just a little woman with no ambitions. Wealth is not what I need. I will never talk to others about everything I have told you. Mention a word..."

"Don't you want to be over the rich and powerful?" He interrupted me roughly, humming coldly, his eyes wandering around me, "So what do you want?"

"I just want to accompany the mage for life. We are married after a lot of hardships. We don't care what other people say. The mage's wish is to carry forward the dharma and have no impact on your ambitions, so you don't need to worry about..."

He sneered and interrupted me again, shaking his head contemptuously: "Your girl knows love, but it is a pity that this kind of thing can't be exchanged for food, can't come to the mountains, I don't need the most!"

He stared at me closely, his eyes cold: "Ai Qing, I have used enough soft tricks for you. Since your last attack, I sent someone to follow you in secret every time you go back. You are in me Here, I wanted to make you full, but you never refused to eat. I tried my best to please you, but you became more and more alienated from me. I didn’t want to be strong, but sincerity and honesty are useless , I know better than you how to do evil."

He pinched my chin, and I couldn't make it. "You told me that you can do whatever you want to achieve your goals. Today you promised. If you don't agree..."

He paused, his nose hummed, and his whole face was covered with a broad face: "You should know that I am not a good man, and hold you a weak woman, are you afraid that I am not capable?"

Sure enough, reasoning with him is useless, I can only use PLANB. He secretly drew his hands into his wide cuffs and was suddenly hugged by him. The face close to me was a bit daunting, staring at me with the desire to conquer prey that I had seen. At that moment, a nausea burst out of my throat, and my stomach was sour. Strongly resisting letting myself vomit, I can't anger him at this time.

He hugged me to the side bed and covered me. The tall body was strong and strong, and the exhaled heat sprayed on my face, and I almost couldn't help vomiting.

"Why, didn't you keep hiding from me just now? You are so good now?"

I tried to take a deep breath, strongly suppressed the nausea, and tried to respond quietly: "Is it useful to hide? It is better to save effort."

He laughed, and the bed board vibrated slightly: "Ai Qing, Ai Qing, you always make me unexpected. If you go on like this, I can't guarantee that I will be emotional with you..."

He leaned forward to me, and the longing in his eyes grew stronger. Although not handsome, he was full of tension and as dangerous as a leopard. Just when he was about to kiss me, he suddenly shuddered, and he was too surprised to be surprised, his eyes gradually faded, and then he collapsed. As I expected, he certainly did not see my weapon. What I waited for was the moment he was not on the embankment, and he could not let him see my anesthesia gun. Otherwise, the next time I will not be so easy to use the same trick again. Pushing away his heavy body, he vomited as soon as he climbed out of bed. After he vomited, he dared not stay longer and gasped into his arms to take out the two jade articles. Put him back again and cover it with a quilt.

Breathe firmly, go out and tell the maid Mengxun to be drunk, and need to sleep all day and night without disturbing. When he walked out of his house, he felt very heavy. Roche told me again and again that I should not provoke him, but I had no time to take care of it.

How will he react when he wakes up? He disrespected ghosts and gods, did not believe in Chenwei, and had more brains than the Lu family. This is because I planted it by myself. Now to get rid of him, is it enough to let him sleep a few times? No matter how much the anesthesia gun is used, when he sees through it, I will have no choice.

Sighing depressively, he walked toward the house, his feet as heavy as lead. The wind was slightly warm at the end of March, and the catkins drifted and fell on the shoulders. The trees on the roadside began to burst out with buds, and the grass also came out with tender green. The footsteps of spring can't drive the chill from me. Monson is like a nightmare, wrapped around my heart all the time...