Husband of Emperor Husband: Queen of Sky Price

Chapter 41

In the temple, there are many pilgrims. In a large square in front of the gate, many vendors are selling incense candles and various gadgets, which attract many people to watch.

Qingyao's expression was indifferent, and she didn't pay attention to others. She led the two girls into the temple. She calmly focused her eyes, lit candles and burned incense, and quietly looked at the Buddha on the high place. Her eyes were deep, as if she was talking to the Buddha. .

She said, I am upset, the Buddha can save me.

The Buddha said, you are bothered by the Buddha, who is the Buddha bothered by?
It turns out that the Buddha also has troubles, so he doesn't care about men and women in the secular world, everyone cares about their affairs.

Qingyao suddenly realized that human nature depends on oneself and has nothing to do with Buddha...

Mei Xin followed behind her and donated 50 taels of sesame oil. Qing Yao got up, didn't even ask for a lottery, and led the two girls back.

Yuejue Temple is very large, with a hall dedicated to Buddha statues in the front and an atrium in the back. The flowers and plants are in disorder, and several houses are neatly arranged. From time to time, young monks in gray clothes can be seen cleaning the path. , Never take a random glance, Qingyao didn't bother to pay attention to these monks, and walked a little further, and saw the unique apse, which was two stories high, and the lower floor was where the monks had their morning classes. Neatly arranged, there is a big bronze bell hanging on the side of the hall.

On the second floor is the Library Pavilion. From the half-opened window, it can be seen that there are many good books in the Library Pavilion.

Qingyao and Mochou turned around and left, but they accidentally broke into the back mountain of Yuejue Temple. Surrounded by the peaks, there was a clear pool and green lake. The water of the lake was clear and transparent. As the wind blows, the willows swing their soft branches and ripples in circles. In the center of the lake, white lotus blooms, holy and elegant like a fairy in white riding on the waves.

On the shore, the two little girls, Mo Chou and Mei Xin, couldn't help admiring.

"It's so beautiful."

There was still a faint fragrance of lotus in the air, Qing Yao pursed her lips and smiled lightly, her eyes were clouded.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sounded, with a little joy and a little melancholy. The three women were fascinated by the sound, and walked involuntarily to the sound of the flute.

Across a secluded path, under the willow tree not far from the green lake, leaning against a tall figure at this time, wearing a lake-blue gown, with a jade crown and hair, the sun shines through the willow branches and shines on him. On his slightly thin face, that face was clear and delicate, but there was some morbid weakness. At this moment, his eyes were slightly covered, his whole body was covered with a layer of delicate luster, and his whole body was immersed in the sound of the melodious flute. In the middle, I completely forget myself playing the flute.

The sound of the flute is like a wave, repeated and mellow.

Finally, it stopped abruptly, the man opened his eyes abruptly, and the sun shone into his black pupils like a torch, dyeing a sunny smile, which was pleasing to the eye.

Mei Xin exclaimed, "Prince Beijin?"

When she and the young lady went out before, they glanced at him from a distance. This man is the King of Beijin who is known as a modest gentleman. The world knows that King Beijin is a gentle man. Today, seeing him really deserves his reputation. Looking at him, one can feel his gentle and jade-like quality, his elegant demeanor, making people feel warm within three feet.

The king of Beijin and the king of Nan'an are exactly the opposite. The king of Nan'an is as cold as ice, and the king of Beijin is as warm and moist as the sun. Today's Emperor Xian combines the strengths of the two of them, being gentle and indifferent in one.

Qing Yao couldn't help but startled when she heard Mei Xin's words, she didn't expect that the flute player turned out to be the King of Beijin.

King Beijin's face was slightly pale, and he seemed to be suffering from illness. Although his manner was elegant, he was somewhat sluggish. Is he really sick?

Qing Yao took a glance and was about to leave, but the King of Beijin just turned around and saw Pingting's figure under the willow branch. Greeting: "I made Miss laugh."

"You're welcome, the flute is a good flute, and the song is a good song, but your excellency seems to be full of thoughts, so it's inevitable that it's a bit distorted."

Qingyao was not polite, and pointed out the shortcomings of Beijin Wang's flute sound. Her sharp point made Beijin Wang's eyes shine, and he stared at Mu Qingyao vividly. Dark temperament, he likes to deal with people who understand rhythm most in his life.

"May I ask the girl's name?"

King Beijin's eyes are different from Murong Liuzun and Murong Liuzhao, but somewhat similar to the current empress dowager's eyes. They are slender and shaped, with slender and thick eyelashes, which are slightly curled. As he speaks, he gently Flapping, adding a romantic and graceful, coupled with a sunny smiling face, it makes people feel very close, and it really deserves to be a gentle and modest gentleman.

It was rare for Qingyao to let go of some indifference, and responded lightly: "I'm Mu Qingyao."

Murong Liumo's eyes widened sharply, looking surprised, the corners of his lips curled up, and he blurted out: "You are the rumored Miss Mu San from the prime minister's residence, the future empress."

Qing Yao didn't speak, but Mei Xin felt a little proud, nodded vigorously, and walked over with her hands behind her back: "Yes, my lady is the lady of the prime minister's residence, the future empress."

Thinking about it this way, I don't think there is anything scary about the King of Beijin in front of me. The queen must be older than the prince. The little girl changed from her previous fear and looked at King Beijin with a smile.

"Murong Liumo, I met Miss Mu San."

Murong Liumo restrained his light immediately, and called out respectfully, Qing Yao shook his head: "The King of Beijin is so polite."

The lake was also admired, the song was listened to, and the people got to know each other. Qingyao led the little girl away lightly, and the black eyes of the King of Beijin flashed an unfathomable dark light behind him, following the graceful and graceful figure , an ambiguous smile floated on the corner of his lips.

Seeing that Mu Qingyao and the others were about to disappear, suddenly there was an exclamation from behind, followed by the sound of panicked footsteps, Mu Qingyao and Mo Chou turned around, only to see two men in black with their heads covered Chasing after King Beijin, he slashed at him with the shining sword.

Qingyao was startled at the moment, and instinctively stretched out her hand, Changling flew out with a strong wind, wrapped the guy's sword with a domineering airflow, raised her hand, and the sword fell down, Qingyao ordered coldly: "Mochou, take down those two guys, and dare to assassinate King Beijin in broad daylight?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Mo Chou took the order and flew up. The moves of the two men in black were ruthless and vicious. If they hurt the prince of Beijin, it would be troublesome. The three of them happened to be with Beijin Prince Jin is together, if something happens, it will be hard to say.

Mu Qingyao wanted to make a move, but in the blink of an eye, she saw Mo Chou's sword energy shaking away, sweeping away with a domineering aura like nine rivers and mountains, blasting out countless sharp sword flowers, causing the two men in black to back up After a few steps, they looked at each other in surprise, turned around, and left.

Mo Chou defeated those two hateful guys by herself.

Mu Qingyao smiled. She never expected that Mo Chou's martial arts would be even better. She had been suffering from malnutrition for many years and lost her body, so her martial arts stagnated a little. Practicing, that martial arts has even improved to a higher level.

"Don't worry about it."

Mu Qingyao praised greatly, and made Mo Chou blush. Although she was happy in her heart, she reminded Miss.

"My lord seems to be injured?"

This sentence reminded the two women next to him. Mu Qingyao and Mei Xin hurried over to check the King of Beijin who was leaning against a big tree beside him. At this moment, the pale face was even more bloodless, and even the lips lost their color, becoming dull and dull.

Mu Qingyao was amazed, this King of Beijin is too bad, how could he turn pale with fright? Only when he saw the blood stains on the ground, did he know that King Beijin was injured, one arm was scratched by that guy's sword Fortunately, no bones were injured, it was just an external injury, but for the king of Beijin who does not know martial arts, this is already the maximum limit.

Mu Qingyao quickly squatted down, stretched out her hand and tapped the acupuncture point on King Beijin's arm, the blood was stopped, this woman didn't know how to be ashamed, she directly pulled off King Beijin's long gown, and in the eyes of everyone, squeaked With a sound, the hem of King Beijin's shirt was torn off, and the wound was directly wrapped up for him.

"Miss, why did you tear off King Beijin's clothes?"

Mei Xin rolled her eyes, is Miss still a bit feminine?How can someone tear someone's clothes directly like this, the Prince of Beijin is a man.

"Save him if I don't tear him apart?" Mu Qingyao said calmly.

"Thank you!"

On Murong Liumo's soft facial features, the lines were soft and beautiful, and his face softened a lot, he opened his mouth to thank Mu Qingyao.

"Mochou, Mei Xin, the two of you help King Beijin into Yuejue Temple and let the abbot treat him."

This Yuejue Temple is so majestic and huge, one doesn't need to think about it, the resident temples here must be very skilled and powerful, and there must be a lot of life-saving pills, as long as they use them casually, the King of Beijin will be fine.

"Yes, ma'am."

Mo Chou and Mei Xin supported Murong Liumo and walked towards Yuejue Temple. Behind him, Mu Qingyao followed at a distance. Looking at the slightly thin man in front of Xin, she frowned slightly. This king of Beijin No martial arts at all?Since the body is not good, why not practice martial arts to cultivate oneself?Could it be that he was afraid that the emperor would become suspicious, so he gave up practicing martial arts, but if he had no ghosts in his heart, why should he care about other people's opinions?There is also the empress dowager in the palace, who seems to be too domineering, and forms a sharp contrast with the King of Beijin in front of him. What is going on with the mother and son?

A group of people walked into the atrium of Yuejue Temple and saw a young monk in gray clothes approaching. Mu Qingyao hurriedly stopped the young monk's way and asked to see the host.

The little monk clasped his hands together, and respectfully led the group of them to the easternmost side of the atrium, the presiding wing.

The presiding Master Kong, with a benevolent face and gentle eyes, twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, sat in front of the Buddhist altar and was arranging. When he saw them coming in, he immediately came over and asked with concern.

"I don't know what the benefactor wants to ask Lao Na for?"

(End of this chapter)