When Fang Yingwu returned to the courtyard in front of the hall, Liu Mian was the only one left. Walking in front of Liu Mian, Fang Yingwu spoke first: "Now, old Taishan, you should always rest assured?" ”

Things have evolved to such a point that Liu Mian's anxiety has dissolved. Looking back, even he felt that he was a little embarrassed to look back on, so he didn't mention it again. only asked: "I'm afraid that this marriage will be delayed again, what should I do in the future?" ”

This sentence may be about marriage, maybe it is about other things, maybe it is both. Fang Yingwu pondered for a moment and replied: "There is no other way, for the sake of everything, the son-in-law can only spend it here." ”

Liu Mian asked, "How long do you think it will take?" ”

Of course, Fang Yingwu knew the most accurate time in his heart, if the general trend of history had not changed. But I can't go into too much detail. only said vaguely: "I can't say, maybe ten days and a half months, maybe a year or two, Lao Taishan doesn't have to be anxious." ”

"You have to remember that my daughter has been waiting for you." Liu Mian said before leaving.

Fang Yingwu suddenly remembered something, and instructed: "There is one more thing, Old Taishan can do it." As soon as possible, please choose a concubine for the crown prince, this is also a favor that does not pick up nothing. ”

Since then, Wanjia's monitoring has not been removed, and it seems that it is ready for long-term control, so Fang Yingwu can only live in Ciren Temple all the time, and it is difficult to leave an inch.

When he stayed, the days gradually became uncountable - at first, Fang Yingwu still had the leisure to remember, but later, Fang Yingwu was too lazy to count the days. Time passes day by day, flowers bloom and fall, year after year. The temple is like a pool of stagnant water. The good guys continue to lurk, and the rotten guys continue to rot.

In the beginning. The courtiers were a little unaccustomed to this quiet state, and the court without prescriptions seemed to be lifeless. Lack of energy. But after a long time, the courtiers got used to it again, and Fang Yingwu gradually faded out of public view.

Ciren Temple occupies a large area, but in the eyes of Fang Yingwu, it is tantamount to a square inch of land, and it is very aggrieved. But he understands that he has to endure it, the outside is no longer suitable for his own survival, and only Ciren Temple has a place for himself to live in, and he can slowly wait for the turnaround to appear.

Both sides were a bit angry. This is a long-term psychological war. The two Wanjia didn't expect Fang Yingwu to be so tough, they wouldn't come out if they couldn't say it, and Fang Yingwu didn't expect the two Wanjia to be so ruthless, and they really didn't leave.

The days of being trapped in the temple are very boring, especially when there is always a monk who can't beat and scold tirelessly in his ears, trying to develop other things as apprentices.

Fortunately, Wang Zhi and Liu Sanniang came to see him from time to time, which made Fang Yingwu's boring trapped life a little more colorful. Well, the two-room concubine in the family often brings her son to the incense, and it is normal for people to take a half-day rest in the guest room after the incense. The mage pinched his nose and endured it.

Fang Yingwu, who was idle, finally had the mood and time again, and could continue to plagiarize the great cause. So there was a love poem came out, all of which were written to Miss Liu San. These poems, which were passed down between the literati and the market in the capital, could barely be regarded as trying their best to brush the only sense of existence for Fang Yingwu.

However, the mage finally couldn't take it anymore. Coming to the door with an unhappy face, the other party responded: "The donor lives in our temple, and the poor monks are extremely welcome." But can you stop writing those words about love between men and women? ”

Fang Yingwu was surprised and said, "Master, although you are the abbot of this temple. But is it too much? Even the Son of Heaven did not stop me from writing this. ”

Master Xingxian said angrily: "Just because your few broken poems about the love between men and women spread in the temple first, it made the hearts of the people in our temple fluctuate. Sifan's meaning rises and falls! How can a poor monk not be managed? ”

Fang Yingwu smiled freely and easily, and wrote: "Feelings." I don't blame my youth. The gossamer is easy to provoke. When is the spring not melancholy, where is the love not pitiful? The snow is on the cup of Duqu pear flowers, and the grass in Baling is smoking in a dream. The future has two sleeves of golden tears, and the public case has three lives and white bones. The old queen should not regret it, and he held the bowl in front of the courtyard. ”

As soon as this poem came out, the paper in Luoyang, Beijing, was expensive, and almost everyone recited it among literati. The sentence "The golden tears of the two sleeves in the future, the white bone Zen of the three lives of the public case", when matched with the experience of Fang Yingwu's young man trapped in the Zen temple after becoming a young man, seems to have a different kind of charm, and even gave birth to a few legends that can be passed down for thousands of years.

In the blink of an eye, spring went to autumn, and then winter ended and spring came, and before the first month, Fang Yingwu was roasting a fire in the room and reading a book. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the north wind swept into the room. Fang Yingwu looked up dissatisfied, and it turned out to be Xiang Chengxian.

"Something is wrong! Something is wrong! Xiang Chengxian didn't look stable at all, his limbs moved irregularly, and he didn't know whether he was dancing or at a loss.

Fang Yingwu asked, "What big thing can make you lose your temper so much?" Xiang Chengxian said mysteriously: "I just learned the news from the palace, Wan Niangniang!" Is it a big deal, you say? Is there anything bigger for you? ”

Hearing this big news, Fang Yingwu had a strange expression on his face, and asked solemnly: "How did Wan Niangniang die?" ”

"Originally, Wan Niangniang's body was in dire condition, and there could not be too drastic fluctuations. But in the first month, Wan Niangniang was angry for some reason, and then her heart was blocked, and she died before she had time to be treated. ”

Fang Yingwu was relieved when he heard this, the death of Wan Guifei did not seem to be much different from the historical record, so the huge inertia of history is still there, and the "uncertain prophet" he relies on is still there!

Xiang Chengxian said again: "Things have changed so much, can you get out of the customs?" ”

Fang Yingwu thought for a while and said, "It can only be said that there has been a turnaround, and we still need to wait." Although Wan Niangniang is gone, she is still in the heart of the Son of Heaven, and her influence needs to be slowly eliminated. So it's better to be still, I've been trapped for so long, and I don't care about waiting a few more days, maybe I'm in a hurry to jump out. ”

Fang Yingwu only said that he would wait for Concubine Wan's influence to slowly disappear, but did not say that he would wait for the Son of Heaven to die, so as not to be too shocking and scare Xiang Chengxian. However, Xiang Chengxian was a little anxious, "When will this day be over!" ”

Fang Yingwu said with confidence: "It's coming soon, it shouldn't be too long!" ”

Half a year has passed in a flash, and the location of the Ciren Temple in this time and space is different from the Ciren Temple in Fang Yingwu's previous life, and the location is near the bell and drum tower outside the north gate of the palace, not too far from the palace inside.

On this day, Fang Yingwu was watching the monks' evening class, and suddenly, everyone heard a strange sound of "woo" from the direction of the palace, which was like a thousand people shouting together, and like a low roar of thousands of people.

The monk stood outside the mountain gate and looked at it a few times, and when he came back, he said to the other party: "Congratulations to the donor, you can finally keep the clouds open and see the moon!" If this temple has no chance, it will not be able to keep you as a big Buddha after all. ”

Fang Yingwu pretended to be confused: "What do you mean by what the mage said?" I don't understand. The mage shook his head and said, "You know. (To be continued......)

PS: You're not dazzled, the third watch is coming!