Halfway through, An He asked:

"Which princess is the girl following in the house?"

Just now, there was a lot of noise in the East Market, and An He didn't hear Tsing Yi say which princess's personal maid she was. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tsing Yi repeated again: "The little "woman is Princess Gaoyang's personal ring." ”

An He was shocked, the house must be the beloved wife Princess Gaoyang.

This princess is too famous, and the most famous princess in the entire history of the Tang Dynasty is estimated to be her, except for Princess Taiping.

Anyone who knows a little bit of history knows that one of the beloved daughters of Gaoyang Princess Li Shimin, she has two other identities, Fang Xuanling's second daughter-in-law, and Fang's beloved wife.

Speaking of this Princess Gaoyang, everyone in Chang'an at that time knew about it.

Because in addition to her consistent blatant cuckolding her husband's bequest, the object of her extramarital affair is also very special, almost all of them are worldly masters, either monks or Taoists, and there are basically no secular people.

An He thought to himself: Such a princess is also a wonder.

After a while, An He and Tsing Yi arrived at the door of the house.

The house is located in the east of the Kaihuafang, a pair of red lacquer stone carved unicorns with three people high at the gate, the vermilion gate, the shining copper nails, the copper ring, the door is brightly dressed, full of energy, the eyes are sharp, etc., can show the status of the house.

I still won't go in, lest I run into this terrible Gao Yang.

Thinking of this, An He said to Tsing Yi:

"The girl in Tsing Yi, you have arrived at the house, presumably you will not be in danger anymore, so you won't go to the house to disturb you, and he will meet again in the future."

Before Tsing Yi could answer, An He heard a magnetic, delicate voice from the courtyard:

"Tsing Yi, who are you talking to?"

An He looked up and saw a woman standing in the courtyard, feeding a pair of emerald parrots hanging in a golden wire cage under a begonia tree.

The woman's eyes lifted and met An He's gaze.

An He saw that this woman was dressed in a well-cut and high-quality red palace robe, a fiery red pomegranate skirt tied to the slender waist, tall, graceful and beautiful, with a soft and charming flow of water.

At the same time, the **** is towering, the thin waist is handed, the full moon is beautiful and the buttocks are high, there is an indescribable romantic charm, and even An and a person with a twenty-seven-year-old heart will inevitably have a wave in his heart.

An He hurriedly calmed down and thought: No need to ask, this is very likely to be Princess Gaoyang.

Tsing Yi hurriedly pulled An He into the house and introduced An He to him:

"This is my master, Princess Gaoyang, this is An and An Gongzi, who has helped the slaves and maids a lot in the East Market."

Princess Gaoyang looked at the young man in front of her wearing a scarf, wearing a stone blue brocade robe, a leather belt girdle, sword eyebrows, and a graceful demeanor.

Princess Taiping was in a trance for a while, and the figure of another handsome man suddenly appeared in her mind, which quietly coincided with Yang Fan in front of her. Which man is the distinguisher, this young man is a little similar to him, the same wind god handsome, the same demeanor......

It was a crisp autumn weather, she went to Zhongnan Mountain to hunt, and then she was tired, and this is when she found a round wooden house.

At this time, she really could not have imagined that the great and tragic love of her life, which would cause her heart-rending pain and lifelong pain, would begin in this wooden house in the barren forest.

She saw the young man, who had a book in his hand, and there was a faint blue in his eyes.

They looked at each other.

A flash of lightning swam through her body.

She felt a little dizzy.

She couldn't figure out what she was seeing at this moment, she couldn't tell what the young man was, she felt as if he didn't belong to their kind of world, he was something in nature, he was mysterious.

She walked slowly up the wooden steps, and she walked into the young man's wooden house. She smelled a freshness of rosin.

She sat down on a wooden bench in the room, and she looked around.

Then she said in a very weak voice to Fang Yiai, who followed her, "Go hunting."

We can stay in the mountains tonight, just don't bother me until dark.

She talked to him for a long time, and she learned that his name was Debater, and that he was a monk. He was fascinated by his elegant temperament and plump appearance.

That very afternoon, she forced her carcass into the arms of the debate machine.

The princess put her warm hand into the legs of the debater, and she felt that she was touching a piece of dampness that had become cold.

Why convert to the abominable religion, she asked?

You are also a human being, and you have seven emotions and six desires, but what can religion give you?

Come, take off your robe, and expose your true nature.

Come on, I know you haven't experienced anything yet, let's ......

She finally pulled her to the bed covered with golden dead grass, and she guided him, and then she was struck, and the howl of wolves could be heard in the distance......

The debate machine quietly left her room before dark.

Later, she dated him frequently, although Fang Yiai knew what was going on, but she was a princess, the emperor's daughter, what could he do.

I don't know why the emperor knew about this, the result of the matter is conceivable, how could my father tolerate such a thing, he ordered someone to take down the identification machine and throw him into prison.

On the day he was beheaded, the bleak ancient city of Chang'an was full of bleak fallen leaves.

The leaves were chased by the cold wind of autumn, and they were miserable and yellow.

Then came the cold rain of autumn, silently falling on the cold stone road in Chang'an City, and falling on the withered yellow leaves everywhere.

It's quiet in the city.

The people in the narrow alley seemed to be empty.

With inexplicable joy and curiosity, people rushed to the West Market in the west of Chang'an City by stepping on the gloomy dawn of late autumn.

People heard that the person who was beheaded on the execution platform that day was a monk who had an affair with the daughter of the Tang Emperor.

So people seemed very excited, and the peach-colored event was the most attractive, not to mention that it was related to the royal family.

In the small square of the West Market, people talked and waited.

A kind of madness awaits. People held their breath as the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance.

Finally, when the sky was bright, the royal prisoner's car came in a hurry.

In the wooden cage of the prisoner car, a debater dressed in a thin gray cloth was kept, and his face was pale with clear eyebrows.

He clutched the wooden railing with both hands, and his eyes stared vacantly at the gray sky with the cold autumn rain.

A monk.

A cheating monk.

Where did he come from to be so bold and dare to steal the emperor's daughter.

This kid is very blessed.

It's a pity that he has a full stomach.

People shouted......

And the debate machine is still the debate machine.

He was like a quiet beast in a cage waiting to die. He has described the withered tree. But his eyes were still blazing. She knew he loved her, and that love had lasted for years.

The debate machine walked out of the cage under the gaze of thousands of Chang'an people in the square. He shuffled a little stiffly up the tall round stone platform, step by step.

Then the butcher pressed the guillotine down with a heavy lift......

The crowd cheered loudly......

Suddenly, blood splashed everywhere, and the bright red blood with the body temperature of the debate machine suddenly gushed out like a spring, blooming in mid-air with incomparably gorgeous and terrifying blood flowers.

The body that had been cut off by the defense machine twitched, and the convulsive gesture reminded her of the last convulsions he had when he lay on top of her.

It turns out that death is also a kind of excitement, and then the argument machine does not move.

He entered the realm of eternity, and the blood flowed on the torture platform, blending with the fine rain, flowing down the stone steps, flowing......

The servants on the torture table hurriedly braved the rain to clean up the mess, and they threw the severed body of the defense machine in half and half into another dilapidated carriage for collecting the corpses.

The car would drive all the way out of Chang'an City, and she didn't know where they had thrown the machine.

Soon the square of the West Market was empty.

All that was left was a carriage covered with a tent, and in the cracks of the tent were his own eyes of pain and despair.......

"Princess."

Tsing Yi's cry interrupted Princess Gaoyang's thoughts, her face turned red, and looking at this young man who seemed to be very discerning, she said coquettishly:

"Don't invite guests to the house for tea."