"A dragon king of Jinghe, he made a bet with people, did not hesitate to deduct the time points of rainfall, angered the heavenly court, and was ordered by the Jade Emperor to be beheaded to show the public, and he was never allowed to be included in the immortal class. Emperor Tang no longer shy away from it, and when it came to the excitement, he paused and gasped for several breaths before continuing: "Wei Zheng is responsible for presiding over his beheading......"

"Wei Zheng. Xuanzang couldn't help but repeat it on his lips, although he had escaped into the empty door, but this Wei Zheng was really famous all over the world, and now he was a rare loyal minister in the Tang Dynasty.

But I don't know what Wei Zheng has to do with Emperor Tang to follow the decree of heaven and behead the Dragon King of Jinghe who abused his private power? "Your Majesty, why are you worried?" Xuanzang carefully smoothed out some of the wind-wrinkled papers, and then looked at Emperor Tang again.

Presumably, translating the Tianzhu scriptures is not a problem that the Tang Emperor really needs to solve, and the involvement between the Jinghe Dragon King and Wei Zheng is probably the key to his worries: "But it has something to do with Lord Wei Zheng?"

Emperor Tang pursed his lips and smiled, some things are really difficult to say: "Those who know me, Xuanzang also." "You know, how ridiculous this matter should be, even he, the authority, shouldn't start with anything, let alone Xuanzang, who is outside the matter.

"Your Majesty came here late at night, probably just to show that he has the same interests as the little monk. As he spoke, Xuanzang's white and slender fingers gently stroked the book and turned the next page.

When His Majesty the Tang Emperor hesitated whether to speak, he had already finished translating a page, "Your Majesty came to find the little monk, but did not speak, which not only delayed Your Majesty's time, but also seriously lowered the efficiency of the little monk's translation of the scriptures." ”

This Xuanzang ...... Is it based on their friendship in the past? How to speak forever, you must know that the person sitting in front of him is the son of heaven of the Tang Dynasty! He is a king, he is a minister, and the courtesy of a monarch and a minister must be observed.

Emperor Tang secretly smiled bitterly, he was just a little powerless about this matter, but Xuanzang's attitude, if he wanted to put aside himself in the Jinluan Palace, he was afraid that he would be angry. However, in front of Xuanzang, this so-called fire just can't burn.

Xuanzang's words came to this point, and the purpose of coming here was naturally not a senseless greeting or anything like that, so he generously said it as a anecdote: "I had a dream a few days ago, and in the dream, the Dragon King of the Jinghe River didn't know what means he used to scare me into the underworld. In the underworld, he pleaded with me to prevent Wei Zheng from executing him. ”

Xuanzang didn't have any expression, only the brush between his fingers swayed like running water, proving that he was indeed awake.

Tang Huang couldn't help but be a little impatient: "Are you listening to me?" ”

Xuanzang gently placed the brush on the pen rest and turned to the Tang Emperor: "Wei Zheng is a minister, and Your Majesty is a king." What is the matter with the king's ministers, what is the matter, why bother?" The absurd and bizarre thing in the dream was not surprising in Xuanzang's opinion.

Because, I don't know when it started. It is estimated that since the year when I have a memory, after falling asleep at night, strange things happen from time to time, and all kinds of gods and ghosts have fallen into dreams.

In response to this, Xuanzang is naturally commonplace, and it is not strange.

Therefore, the strange things in dreams that are unbelievable in the eyes of others do not need to be repeated too much here by Xuanzang.

"If Wei Zheng listens to me, it will be a blatant opposition to Heavenly Court and a violation of Heavenly Court. Isn't the crime committed the same as that of the Dragon King of the Jing River? Every time Emperor Tang talked about this, his head throbbed with pain.

The Dragon King of Jinghe in his dream actually knelt down to him, crying, begging him to find a way to stop Wei Zheng. It's strange to say, that night, Tang Huang was stunned, and he was usually a very assertive person.

If there is a conflict between legal principles and human feelings, he can always put everyone's personal feelings behind and make decisions that make others impeccable.

is not such a character, and will not inherit the unification of the Tang Dynasty, and under his governance, the Tang Dynasty has gradually become the most powerful country in the East, and it is no longer uncommon for all countries to come to the dynasty.

Emperor Tang promised the Dragon King of the Jing River by mistake, and when he woke up from a dream, the wind was in his bones, and he couldn't help but shiver. The dream was really real, until I woke up, and I remembered my words and deeds in the dream clearly.

"Your Majesty, how are you?" the old eunuch who was guarding the front approached with a worried expression, and the candles in the hall were lit one by one, and the lights were bright, as if all the dark things had to be forced out of this dormitory.

"I just had a dream. Tang Huang struggled to get out of bed, only to realize that his sleeves were actually stained with a large pool of blood, "This, isn't this a dream?"

No matter how real the scene in the dream is, it is just a dream in the end, and waking up is waking up.

The eunuch beside him seemed to have something to say, and glanced at the maidservants in a room: "It's none of your business here, let's retreat first." ”

"What?" Emperor Tang put on a robe and sat on the edge of the collapse in a trance, all in his mind were the scenes in his dreams.

When he had just come to his senses in a panic, he didn't notice much. Now it seems that if it was as simple as a dream, then how to explain the blood stains on his sleeves, what happened to the yin wind that had made the bones chill until now, and why did the old slave react so abnormally?

"Your Majesty has just fallen asleep, and a servant girl has come to report that she has seen someone enter your dormitory with a sword. The old eunuch said in a low voice, and kept secretly observing Tang Huang's face, he had to be prepared to accept it at any time.

Although His Majesty can be regarded as something he grew up watching, in the end, the king's heart is unpredictable, and he still has to be very careful when he speaks.

Emperor Tang's face was pale, and he was dripping with cold sweat, but he did not interrupt the old eunuch's words: "Later, when the old slave arrived in a hurry with people, he found ......"

"What did you find?" Tang Huang's eyes flickered uneasily. Because he clearly remembered that in the dream in the underworld, the dragon king was carrying a sword to him.

"The man was carrying a sword, and at the side of His Majesty's bedside, the doors and windows were wide open, and in a moment lightning and thunder roared, and the wind was fierce. The old slave was so frightened that he couldn't help but let out a loud cry, and the strange man and his sword had disappeared without a trace in an instant. ”

"Your Majesty's guess is correct. Xuanzang's sudden voice pulled Tang Huang from his memories to reality.

"The Dragon King of Jinghe has something to ask for, and he doesn't dare to do anything to His Majesty. The reason why he did that was just because he was afraid that you would not admit this promise when you sobered up, but in fact, it was a threat. Xuanzang looked at the paper in front of him that was a little yellow under the candlelight, and his mood was difficult to be happy.

Xuanzang was right. Emperor Tang finally came back to his senses completely, and regained a lot of his former majesty and vigor: "A promise, no matter what means he uses, since I have promised, I will abide by it." ”

"Then what else does Your Majesty have to worry about?" Xuanzang didn't know what was wrong with him. Obviously, he put all the pens on the pen shelf, that is, even if he can't complete the translation task tonight, he will relieve the worries in his heart for Emperor Tang.