The dim and silent, faint and unreachable flame on the flickering oil lamp was the only light in the room under the Maharaja.

This lotus lamp is offered in front of a stone Buddha, but it is very different from the Mystic Strict Dharma of the Buddha statues in Lingbongji Temple and other temples.

On the face of the Buddha statue, there are no facial features.

"Ah Zhen, Ah Zhen! Why do you ignore me? ”

On the futon in front of the Buddha statue, there is a young man wearing an old monk's robe, with a delicate face, although he has not taken care of his hair for a long time, his unkempt hair has fallen to his shoulders, even though there is a girl next to him who is poking his face, but he is still a devout monk.

Close your eyes and ignore the red dust, and the six desires are empty of three thousand worlds.

"Ah Zhen, Ah Zhen! You ignore me! If you ignore me, I will ignore you again! ”

The girl screamed, jumping up and down on the ground and stamping her feet, and the monk, whom she called "Ah Zhen", opened her eyes and looked at her.

A very familiar face, apricot eyes and thin eyebrows. A very familiar person, always taken by her master's side, occasionally come to Lingfeng Temple to eat tea, and play with him as a female Taoist child.

"You...... Not her. ”

The young monk clasped his palms together and lowered his eyebrows again, ignoring the angry girl beside him.

How could she be Fei'er? In this underground quiet room, which almost does not see the light of day, apart from him, there is nothing more than the demon who has been here for a long time.

"Huh...... Little monk~ You have become more and more boring in the past few years, I remember that when you first came, you would talk to me a few words......"

The girl sneered a few times, her voice was no longer as clear and immature as just now, but a little more charming, and with the sudden change of her voice, her whole person also changed. Fang Cai was still a female Taoist boy with apricot eyes and thin eyebrows, and now, she has turned into an Oiran of the Red Jade Chu Pavilion.

But if you really look into it, I'm afraid that the real Oiran may not be as soft as her, but it is three points inferior to her.

A soft jade hand, soft and boneless, gently rested on the young monk's shoulder, and the fingers with nails no longer than an inch swept across the monk's neck like a dragonfly.

However, the young monk still kept his eyes closed.

The slender index finger still relentlessly drew a circle on the back of the monk's neck like a fish rippling, and the banshee, who had turned into an Oiran appearance, saw that the monk was silent, and even more said to herself.

"The first time you woke up, you saw me who was colorless, I thought you were not like those stupid bald donkeys, so scared that you kowtowed and chanted scriptures, or you were like the old bald donkey who was born in Jingsheng, one by one! But what about you? You don't remember the first thing you said to me, do you? ”

The banshee said, laughing again.

"Who are you? How can you be locked up here? ”

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Fleur is red, but the bones are dry in an instant. Colorless and phaseless, it is the heart that is unblemished. ”

The banshee recalled, retelling the conversation word for word as she split her two corners, and her peach blossom eyes turned to stare at the monk's unwavering eyes, and she was close to his forehead along with herself.

Not surprisingly, the monk still didn't react, more like a stone statue than the faceless Buddha he had been guarding all day.

"Huh...... Ah Zhen, you are really becoming more and more like a pure old bald donkey! ”

After teasing for a long time, the banshee didn't break the meditation machine of the monk in front of her, and the peach blossom face that was still smiling brightly instantly cooled down, little by little, the naked eye visibly restored to her original appearance, the colorless and phaseless strange body, which was like a body with more skin and flesh, but only the bone appearance of the facial features was missing.

However, Xu is still a little resistant to the title of "Ah Zhen" in his heart, or he doesn't like others to use it, although the young monk is still closed, but the white glass rosary that has been moving in his hand is like a banshee's direction, and the Buddha is magnificent, and the banshee immediately escaped back to the faceless Buddha statue.

"Amitabha, the little monk's name, true wisdom."

"Phew! You're more bald than that old bald donkey! I really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade! ”

The banshee was angry, there was a Buddha light just now that she couldn't dodge, only her body was a little slower, and there was an extra scorch mark on the arm of her virtual body that seemed to have been scorched by fire and thunder.

Retracting the rosary, still coiled on his arm, Machi did not react to the anger of the banshee in front of him, as usual, he calmed down, clasped his palms, and settled again.

"Xuanyuan ...... I will always be your father, always! ”

That hateful face, twisted and hideous, lingered in front of Xuanyuan Jue, as if it was a terrifying ghost that was entangled.

"Hoo ......"

Faintly frightened, Xuanyuan woke up from the couch in the dormitory in the dark, he hadn't dreamed for a long time, but unexpectedly, this did it reminded him of many things.

Wrapping up his clothes, Xuanyuan didn't let people turn on the lights again. Since his left eye has healed "for no reason", even his eyesight has become much sharper.

Seeing things at night is no different to him now than it is during the day.

"Hmm...... Count the days, at this time, it is time for Qi'er to go to Linchuan......"

A breeze passed through the gap in the carved window that was not tightly closed, and swept through the ears of Xuanyuan Jue, who got up and sat on the couch, which somewhat made his spiritual platform much clearer.

"I didn't expect Qi'er to grow up so soon......," Xuanyuan whispered, and he couldn't help but think of the day he went to King Kang's Mansion to participate in the Zhou Ceremony that year.

The soft and glutinous dumplings, the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, bow and gold and silver on several large cases, no matter which one they are, they are not eye-catching. On the contrary, it was the three young children who were entangled in the colorful silk tapestry, and they were taken by the little man at a glance, and they were firmly grasped by the little man.

"Haha......"

Xuanyuan recalled, remembering that day, he inadvertently tripped over Xu He, Liu Shi and Xie Jin. Not only did they get entangled, but they were also arrested by Xuanyuan Qi as a catch.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan also smiled rarely.

"I don't know if Qi'er is okay? Linchuan and Jiangcheng are not far away, and the public ceremony is ...... Well? Hmmm......"

The left eye, unexpectedly, was an inexplicable tingling. With the previous experiences, Xuanyuan knew that it was that person, and he came.

The figure was in a trance, and in the dim dormitory, even others could not detect the shadow hidden in the darkness.

"Long time no see......"

The shadow said slowly, and it was also on the couch, but it was sitting cross-legged opposite Xuanyuan. If it weren't for the fact that Xuanyuan Jue was only wearing a plain white bed robe and a coat, otherwise, the black-clothed man who appeared here, and his face was indistinguishable from him, seemed to be his reflection in a life-size bronze mirror, still there.

"Who are you? Why did you appear here in the form of me? ”

Xuanyuan got up and subconsciously touched the sword that hung on the couch all day long, but unexpectedly, this time, he touched the void.

didn't answer directly, or rather, directly ignored this question, the black-clothed figure also got up together, standing in front of Xuanyuan Jue, in his left hand, holding an unsheathed sword.

"Xuanyuan, don't you think that you and I are looking in a mirror now?"

The man in black gently turned the sword in his hand, and the narrow sword body reflected a cold light, flashing through Xuanyuan Xuanyuan's eyes. Xuanyuan blinked, and the next moment, in his left hand, a sword that was exactly the same as the man in black suddenly appeared.

If it weren't for the different colors of the clothes on the two of them, Xuanyuan knew that there was no mirror in his bedroom. He really, in a trance, felt that the person in front of him was just his reflection in the mirror.

Even if he is an illusory reflection, then he is not real after all.

Xuanyuan suddenly raised his left hand and stabbed it with his sword without the slightest hesitation.

"Khooth!"

The cold handover of troops at the same time made a noise in the silence.

"Xuanyuan, do you want to kill yourself, kill yourself again?!"

Facing the black-clothed man's questioning with a little joking, Xuanyuan Jue had no intention of stopping, the sword in his hand turned sharply, like a flowing moon, and crossed an arc in Xuanyuan's hand, and then went straight to the chest of the black-clothed man.

Strange things happened at this moment, as if at the same time, the man in black on the opposite side moved exactly the same. The same decisiveness, neat, fast and accurate.

In the end, both of their swords pierced each other's right shoulder blades at the same time. The strength was not deep, and the wound was not big, but the blood that leaked out gradually soaked most of Xuanyuan's sleeves.

The bloodstains, on his pale bedclothes, were particularly dazzling.

"It seems that today is not a good time for you to talk to each other, so I will come to you next time."

It came ghostly, and disappeared like a ghost. Xuanyuan Jue suddenly seemed to be deflated, and fell directly on the couch with exhaustion.

Really, falsely? It was like a dream, if it weren't for the stubborn stinging pain in the wound at the shoulder blade at this moment, Xuanyuan might have thought that he had fallen into the nightmare just now.

"That's it, so far, I can't sleep anyway, so I'll go and read the official document."

After tossing and turning on the couch for less than a moment, the pain in his shoulder blades was accompanied by worry, and Xuanyuan Xuan's hazy sleepiness was swept away.

The official documents are complicated, and what is different from the past is that there are a few more righteous indignant words about the emperor's great construction and labor.

Of course, among them, there are also a few people who secretly accuse the princess of Changle Xia Wan, saying that she is not the emperor of Xuanguo, she has exceeded the rules, and the new palace room, if he holds the phoenix seal in the future, it will be a disaster for the country and the people.

What's more, in this official document, he openly said that he should choose the most beautiful person in the country.

It is not difficult to see that since the last time Xuanyuan Jue "jokingly" wanted to marry Zuo Cheng's daughter to the nephew of Dan Gonggong, Zuo Cheng has taken it seriously.

"There is still a period left for the big wedding, rather than taking the initiative to tear up my face with that Liang Kingdom, it is better to wait for the rest of the Xuan Kingdom to hate Na Xia Wan......

As he spoke, Xuanyuan put aside most of the official documents first, and looked at the official documents from the Han Kingdom at hand.

Xuanyuan originally thought that the official document of the Han Kingdom was just a list of tributes for this year, or news of good weather.

But he never expected that this time, there were a few more strokes, but a few were the ones that made him almost throw away the official document in his hand.

This official document is written by Gongyi Fei himself, and the content is not much repeated, and it is very simple.

According to the old customs of the Han Kingdom, he will make his deceased brother's wife the queen in March, and he will make the young princess born by his brother a princess against public opinion.

The intention is obvious, from now on, the Han Kingdom will never send any royal clan as hostages.

Forever......