After entering this luxuriously arranged, small but well-equipped courtyard, Princess Gaoyang not only did not show any joy, but became even more depressed.

Because in this huge mansion of the Fang family, the courtyard allocated to the second room and the wealth of the public school occupied by the second room are really too insignificant.

This Fang Xuanling is in a high position, and the title of Duke of Liang Guo in his hand, after he has been a hundred years old, he will be given to Princess Gaoyang's eldest uncle, and he is also the eldest brother of Fang Yi's beloved, and the eldest son of the Fang family.

According to the inheritance law of the eldest son and grandson, the huge assets in this Fang family, if after Fang Xuanling's death, when the family is separated, she and Fang Yiai can only share one percent of it.

Now, her widow and her love in the stable, in this family, can still enjoy the fine clothes and food and the respect of outsiders, and these are all based on the face of their father-in-law Fang Xuanling.

She also knows that her husband is much more reckless in terms of literary talent, and he has no achievements in his official position, if he loses the protection of the Guogong Mansion, in the end, even according to her princess respect, among the top magnates in the Tang Dynasty, he will be crushed into the mud.

I don't know how many wealthy families are like this, and finally disappeared into the top circle?

Therefore, at this time, Princess Gaoyang, it is strange that her mood can be smooth.

This person, the more she wants to be quiet and calm down, but someone makes her uneasy.

No, her reckless man, in a hurry, came back.

Before the person could stand still, Sheng'er followed first.

"Didn't you go to any temple with His Majesty the Emperor today, why did you come back so early?"

Hearing Fang Yiai's question, Princess Gao Yang only rolled her eyes, and then looked back angrily: "What's the matter? But you came back early, and it hindered your eyes?"

"Did it delay your intimacy with Wang Meiren in the side courtyard, or the affection of the maid Wu in the backyard?"

Hearing the princess say this, this widow didn't have a little shame, but he touched his head and leaned over the whole body.

He pursed his pig's mouth and arched towards Gao Yang's face: "Those vulgar fans, where is the charm of a princess." ”

"Lady princess, aren't you jealous?"

"These beauties are what you picked out for your husband, what's wrong, now you know that you regret it?

Seeing Fang Yiai's true character of Brother Pig, Princess Gaoyang's heart was just bored for a while.

Why did her father find her such a colt, which made her almost the laughing stock of Chang'an.

Thinking of this, Princess Gao Yang directly pushed Fang Yiai's face away, and directly refused: "Go and go, don't interrupt, you can tell me why you came back so early." ”

The Fang Yiai saw that she hadn't done a good job of changing the topic, but rubbed her hands and said, "I thought that the princess wouldn't come back so early, so I wanted to go home and get some money to spend." ”

Hearing this, Gao Yang laughed angrily: "What do you take?

"What's the matter? The moon money has been squandered, and the idea has been put on my dowry?"

"Fang Yiai, Fang Yiai, you really have a great ability. ”

"I actually stole your daughter-in-law's dowry and provided you with your own food and drink, do you still have the backbone to be a man?"

Looking at the Gaoyang willow eyebrows in front of him, his apricot eyes were wide open, and Lu Jin, who was beloved by this house, also followed.

He shouted in a rough voice to Princess Gaoyang: "Then what can be done, now I am just a casual cavalry attendant, although with the emperor's conquest of Goryeo, a right general was divided." ”

"But do you think I can get the power of the army?"

"I don't think it's true to say that you are a favored princess, otherwise there are many high-ranking and powerful people in the colt, why am I idle like this now?"

"If I hadn't taken some money from you, where would I have enough money to eat and drink with my brothers?"

"Don't you know that the use of public middle school is geometric? You spend more than me on weekdays!"

After speaking, he simply stretched out his hand in front of Princess Gaoyang and said, "Give me money, I'm going to eat and drink!"

Hearing this, Gao Yang hatefully poked Fang Yiai's stone head with his finger, but inadvertently pulled her split nails, which made her cry out in pain.

And that kid still has a little conscience, and muttered and asked, "Don't say that my head is too hard, are you okay, lady?"

Seeing the love of Fang, Gao Yang was also very helpless, she hated iron and said to her husband: "If you are really promising, you might as well think about how to please your father at home." ”

"If you let the family know that you are a good person, coupled with my status as a princess, he will know who is the one who can carry forward the Fang family. ”

"My father's health has been poor lately, so you have to seize the opportunity. ”

But hearing Gao Yang's meaningful words, Fang Yiai shook his head with an ugly face, and stopped his wife from continuing in frustration: "Don't think about it, my father only has the eldest brother in his heart, where can he see me." ”

"I ...... I still don't want to mess with him in front of him, hey, don't talk about it, I've delayed such a kung fu, I'm going to drink and eat, give money!"

As soon as a big hand stretched out like this, Gao Yang's fist was clenched angrily, but it finally spread out.

She glanced at the waitress beside her, and a ten taels of gold ingots the size of a roll head were sent to Fang Yiai's hands, and before she could ask to save some time, the Fang Yiai who took advantage of it turned around and ran away as soon as he slipped away.

It was as if there was a monster chasing him behind him, lest Gao Yang shout to him and return the silver money.

……

That's what her colt is all about.

Gao Yang, who sighed, looked up at the sun that was about to set, but he didn't even have the heart to eat.

Instead, after pondering for a while, he made a jaw-dropping decision to the servants behind him: "Pass my order and go to Puguang Temple in the car." ”

And the maid on the side, who knew her thoughts well, only changed her expression for a moment, indicating that she had not heard anything, and went to prepare the princess's outfit very calmly.

As for the little monk in Puguang Temple who has just been favored by His Majesty?

No matter how precious his identity is, can he be more valuable than a princess?

Do what Gao Yang commands...... It's always right.

A group of people who had just left the temple returned to the temple gate of Puguang Temple again, which surprised the presiding Daoyue Master who got the news.

But I don't know what happened to this princess when she went and returned?

Gu Zheng, who had already closed himself in the Scripture Pavilion, didn't know anything about the princess's behavior, he just wanted to translate the twenty volumes of scriptures that should have appeared in a few years by his own hand.

is not only the "Great Bodhisattva Canon", because according to the comparison of the Buddhist classics of Gu Zheng's previous n worlds, if you look at the current Buddhist scriptures of the Tang Dynasty, the current translated version still has a slight gap.

Therefore, about 12 volumes of "The Legend of the Western Regions" and "Buddhist Mantras" and "Six Divine Mantras" and other supplementary scriptures that need to be supplemented later, a total of about 80 volumes are gathered.

If the debate monk finishes these things before Master Xuanzang begins to compile the "Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty", it will leave a strong mark in the entire history of Buddhism.

I just don't know, what did Master Xuanzang feel after seeing these scriptures?

Is it the same thing that the hero sees, or is it like seeing flowers in the fog?

This is not what Gu Zheng has to care about.

People who concentrate on their work, time always flies quickly, and when the light in this scripture pavilion is too silent to be suitable for writing, he raised his eyes and looked at Gu Zheng outside the window, only to find that because of his concentration, he may have missed the moment of unified dining in the temple.

I don't know if I can open a small stove for him in the back kitchen.

The senior brothers of this Puguang Temple treated him like fragile porcelain one by one, if they knew that he hadn't eaten, it would be fine, right?

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng was happy, touched his bald head, put the pen in his hand on the shelf on the desk, tidied up his appearance, and stepped out of the outer door of the library.

Along the verandah of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and along the path between the forests, you will arrive at the kitchen with the most fireworks in the entire temple.

Among them, the smoke coming out of the roof made Gu Zheng in the road finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Luckily, the room is open.

Gu Zheng, who rarely has a little bit of young spirit, does not pay attention to the image of a monk when no one is around, he runs to the back kitchen in three steps and two steps, pokes out his head, and smiles at a group of fire-headed monks who are busy in the room.

Before he could say more, the fattest and big-eared people among them greeted the titular senior brother very familiarly.

"Senior Brother Debater, is it because you missed the meal because of the revision of the classics?"

"Come on, our brothers and sisters have left your share. ”

Hearing everyone's greetings, Gu Zheng's heart was hot.

Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings, so that the monks in Puguang Temple eat in one dining hall.

If a monk is a little late, the monks who are close to him will use a separate food box and rice bowl to keep his food.

It's just that everyone doesn't have Gu Zheng's treatment.

This is not the bottom of the bucket left by everyone, nor is it an overnight meal that has been left out for a long time and has been cooled and hardened.

Instead, it was carefully buckled on the fence by the chefs in the back kitchen, and the steamed hot rice was steamed.

Who made the debate machine look superb, and the monks he saw in any position were all expressions, whether familiar or not, they were all harmless and simple smiles.

Don't say that the monk can't see through the skin, just argue like this?

The gods can't see through it.