Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 687: When there is endless grace

Because a series of preparations carefully planned by Xue Huaiyi have been ruined on a lunch, Xue Huaiyi was at a loss for a while, and his original plan was completely destroyed. He did not know how to adapt, so-called would become the queen His Majesty had a boring tour of Baima Temple. m

The empress incense in the main hall and prayed a few words in silence. Xue Huaiyi pretended to order the monks to sing "Dayun Jing" in the large courtyard.

Some ingenious actions must be taken out at just the right moment in order to have a refreshing effect. Xue Huaiyi planned to mobilize the queen's interest first through surprises, and finally through the majestic "Thousand Monks Song" to reach today's meeting.

Without any bedding and ambush, the "Thousand Monks' Ode" was directly sacrificed, and the dryness was so exciting. Moreover, the "Thousand Monks" no longer exist. Now there are only more than 200 monks who can make their appearances. They come early in the morning, and they do n’t eat breakfast or lunch. The chanting sound is also less solemn and sacred, leaving only the buzzing sound that makes people sleep.

There is no expression on her Wu Zetian face, no joy, no displeasure, she just looked at the monks of the Jisong chanting so lightly, that Xue Huaiyi had the courage to say a few funny words, but did n’t dare Export.

At this moment, there was a powerful clanging drum sound outside the Baima Temple. The drum sound was loud and powerful. Every drumstick knocked down, and not only the cowhide covered with drums but also trembling. Hearts.

This loud drum sound attracted everyone's attention in Baima Temple. At this time, it ran to the White Horse Temple to beat the gongs and drums, which was absolutely impossible. There were soldiers outside, but the sound of the gongs and drums not only sounded, but also moved closer and closer. It seems to be walking towards the White Horse Temple.

No one has read the chanting of the monks. Everyone is looking out, and the monks of the chanting stopped the weak singing and turned their heads to look out.

"Boom Boom Boom. Clang ..."

The gongs and drums are loud and powerful. Full of festive atmosphere, the voice is getting closer. But before people saw those who beat the gongs and drums, they saw a young man wearing a colorful painting suit and holding a red hydrangea at the door, dancing and dancing. The dance is strong and strong.

The man swung the red hydrangea, and a lion with golden eyes, silver teeth and red mane jumped in from the door. The sound of gongs and drums became a familiar "taiping music". The male lion who is tall and tall is upside down, plunging, jumping, standing, worshipping, and is extremely powerful.

Next, the second lion, the third lion ..., a male lion entered the courtyard under the guidance of lions. Squeezed those monks aside and emptied the entire courtyard.

Wu Zetian stared intently at the first Lion, and after a while, his face slowly showed a look of surprise and joy.

That is Zhang Yizhi. Zhang Yizhi's head is red with a forehead, dressed in colorful clothes, and has a red hydrangea in his hand.

Today the two brothers also attended the palace banquet, but although everyone in the court and the public knew that they were the queen ’s face, on such a grand occasion, they could not participate in the feast as the palace people, just like themselves Said: No name.

However, they are still officials. They had the idle office of Chengyin's father and ancestors. After being favored by Wu Zetian, they continued to be promoted and had long been qualified to attend the palace banquet. However, they entered the palace as an official and officially participated in the palace banquet, so they could not stay beside the empress, and the empress could not always take care of the two little lovers.

When Wu Zetian was about to come to Baima Temple, these two people disappeared. Wu Zetian thought they were awkward to come to Baima Temple and did not follow along until they realized that they wanted to surprise themselves.

The Wu Zetian was pleasantly surprised, but the Xue Huaiyi was so angry that his face was white. He had a fair complexion, but it was even paler, with no blood.

According to the Xue Huaiyi's usual temperament, I was afraid that I would soon grab the big iron fist and rush to the court to hit someone. However, this is not what he used to be. He dare not, especially Zhang Yizhi, who is dancing lions, especially the expression of joy on the face of the empress.

Shang Yuan Festival, Putian celebrates, he wants to coax the empress happy, others can also coax the empress happy, what reason does he have to beat someone?

"Wulang is here, what about Liulang?"

Wu Zetian subconsciously stepped forward, looking at the lion lang that led the lion dance, looked down one by one, and saw tears in his eyes, and did not find Zhang Changzong. At this time, Zhang Yizhi led a lion As they moved closer and closer, the female guards on both sides of Wu Zetian immediately took a step forward. Before being blocked, they were repelled by Wu Zetian.

When the lion reached the stage in front of Wu Zetian, he began to dance on the spot, tickling, shaking, and licking the hair, but it was beautiful, stern, and funny, making Wu Zetian laugh out loud.

Suddenly, the lion ’s head lifted, a young man in a lion sweater and a pair of lion claw-shaped boots pierced the horse, and a handsome young man in a red samurai costume propped the lion ’s head on his lap, He also blinked his lion head to Wu Zetian and said loudly to Wu Zetian: "Shang Yuan Festival, Putian Tongqing, Changzong wish my emperor good health and longevity!"

Zhang Changzong Jun ’s face was flushed, his forehead was covered with sweat, and Wu Zetian was distressed and joyous. If it were not right now, he would take a handkerchief forward and wipe the sweat for him. Wu Zetian said busy: "Good! Wulang and Liulang, you really have a heart!"

Wu Zetian was so full of enthusiasm that he forgot that there were many noble princes who followed him and called out the intimate name directly. Zhang Yizhi put the hydrangea in one fell swoop and said to Wu Zetian: "Your Majesty, Dingding Long Street, I also arranged a group of lion dances and dragon dances. Please ask your Majesty to share with the emperors, relatives and ministers of culture and martial arts!"

"Good!"

Wu Zetian said to the accompaniment of the escort, "During driving, Zhongqing and I went to Dingding Long Street to watch the Hundred Lion Dance and Fish Dragon Dance!"

Xue Huaiyi was so angry that his nostrils were smoking, but he did n’t dare to attack. He could only say: "Your Majesty ... Do you listen to these thousand monks first? Ah no! Hundred Buddhas, rest in a meditation room for a while, then go to the poor monk Worried about His Majesty Dragon ... "

Wu Zetian's face was dull, and he said lightly: "I am in good health, I don't need to rest, drive!"

"Emperor drives ~~~"

In the sound of gongs and drums, the nine lions are led by Zhang Changzong and Zhang Yizhi's head lions. Behind is the emperor and the martial arts ministers, leaving the Xue Huaiyi in this way, and went out one after another.

Xue Huaiyi stood straight up there, looking at the crowd who had left. No one looked back at him. Even with a mocking look or a sneering expression.

The spirit in Xue Huaiyi's eyes gradually faded, and standing there was like a stone sculpture. In the distant perimeter, the common people, which is not much left in the temple, followed the lion dance and the dragon dance in a noisy manner, leaving only Yang Fan standing there alone.

Xue Huaiyi disciples looked at each other for a long time. Hong Yicai stepped forward tremblingly and said timidly: "Master, let's ..."

As soon as Xue Huaiyi turned around and picked up a script from the incense case, he would smash it on Hong's head, so scared that Hongyi did not dare to hide, but closed his eyes tightly for a moment. The script didn't smash on his head, Hong Yi opened his eyes quietly, he couldn't help but startled, and saw a pair of big eyes full of tears in Xue Huaiyi. Tears whirled round his eyes.

Hong Yi, who had seen Xue Huaiyi weep, scared him to kneel to the ground with a cry, trembling: "Master!"

Xue Huaiyi slowly lowered his head and looked at the scripture in his hand. This was a copy of the "Dayun Jing" that he asked Master Sanshan and other monks to copy with cow blood. Of course, he still said that he copied it with his own blood. Yes, it was originally intended to be dedicated to the Queen after the "Thousand Monks Song", but unfortunately others ...

Xue Huaiyi ’s tears fell on the scriptures one by one, dyeing the scriptures red.

All the disciples came up and called him timidly: "Master!"

Xue Huaiyi suddenly laughed loudly. While laughing, he struggled to tear the book, torn it to pieces, and threw it into the air.

The sky is full of flying scriptures, like blood butterflies.

Xue Huaiyi slowly walked towards the backyard, his shoulders slumped weakly, and his tall back was full of loneliness and desolation.

Hong Yi got up and stared blankly at his back. Hong Liu whispered aside: "Master, let's ... Do we want to comfort and comfort Master?"

Hong Yi took a look at the fellow brothers, and everyone took a subconscious step back. Xue Huaiyi would hit people when he was furious. His performance was unprecedented. He was afraid that it would be more than just hitting people. ?

A big hand was patted on Hong Liu's shoulder. Hong Liu turned his head and saw that Yang Fan no longer knew when to come to the front.

He patted Hong Liu's shoulder and said to several others: "You go to the corner and the monks are sent, I will persuade Master Xue."

The disciples were overjoyed. They all knew that Master treated the seventeenth disciple the most, and nodded and agreed.

Xue Huaiyi walked into the backyard without a soul, standing in the middle of Beilin Tallinn, his eyes blank.

Yang Fan walked slowly behind him, stood at a foot, accompanied him for a long while, and asked slowly, "Why is Master Xue sad?"

Xue Huaiyi tremblingly said: "I ... have been with her for more than ten years, more than ten years!"

Yang Fan said coldly: "So what? Xue Keke really liked her one day?"

Xue Huaiyi Huo Di turned around and looked at Yang Fan like a flame.

Yang Fan is not afraid, but what he said is more cruel: "I still remember, Master Xue once vomited the truth about my drink, you hate her, and you hate the old woman very much. When you are sleeping in bed with her, Make her fascinated and excited to please her, and endure nausea and contempt. If she no longer spoils you, is it not a relief? "

Xue Huaiyi growled: "I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled! I have been with her for more than ten years ..."

Yang Fan smiled, and the tone was sharper: "So what? Did n’t you get anything? Who was Master Xue at the time, just a street juggler selling drugs, if Princess Qianjin never introduced you to her, What are you now? Still a trick-selling drug! "

Xue Huaiyi seemed to be punched hard by an invisible fist in the air ~ IndoMTL.com ~ stumbled back two steps, his face paler.

Yang Fan said: "Over the past ten years, you have accompanied her and gained endless wealth, power, and status. The prince led you to stir up the stirrup, and the prime minister appointed you to insult, have you suffered? Since you are just losing Hue entertains people, and she has never had a day of true feelings, so if you are replaced by someone, why should you be sad? "

"I understand what you mean!"

Xue Huaiyi was already shivering with rage, but suddenly he calmed down again and turned around silently, saying, "I know you want to wake me up, I know ..."

He slowly raised his head and looked at the pagoda covered with moss. After a long silence, he said slowly: "Let me be quiet, let me be alone ... Think about it!"

Yang Fan nodded, turned around and walked out. When he walked to the edge of Tallinn, he stood still and said to Xue Huaiyi: "So disfavored, for Master Xue, is it not a relief? If you want to, From this moment, you can live the life you really yearn for! "

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