said that Wang Shicheng transferred to the backyard, and he was angry.

Mrs. Wang happened to have something to look for him, and when she saw that he was angry, she was not surprised and asked, "Husband, what's wrong with you?" Wang Shicheng opened his mouth and said: "The old man wants me to kill King Yan!" One sentence frightened Mrs. Wang, and blurted out: "You can't kill it!" As soon as she spoke, she knew something was wrong.

Sure enough, Wang Shicheng was greatly surprised and asked suspiciously, "Why can't you kill it?" Hey? Why is the lady so anxious? ”

Mrs. Wang's mind was racing, she pretended to smile, and said: "King Yan sits on Haidong, if you kill him, I am afraid that Haidong will come to seek revenge on her husband." When the time comes, the husband has Tian Feng in front of him and Haidong in the back, and he may fall into an accident, and it will be difficult to protect the benefits. The concubine was deeply worried about her husband, so she thought that she couldn't kill King Yan. ”

Wang Shicheng was greatly admired and said: "Lady, female showman, it's not fake at all!" Lao Ji said the same thing. And so it goes. If it weren't for him, I would have almost been bewitched by the old horseman! Make a big mistake! ......, Lao Tian still boasts of his intelligence, but he is not even as knowledgeable as his mother. When I see him in the future, I will see that he is not ashamed. ”

Wang Shicheng is not a person who holds grudges by nature, although he scolded Tian Jialie very fiercely, he actually didn't really annoy him because of this, and said with a smile: "Lady, you are really a good helper for your husband." ”

Mrs. Wang skillfully decorated it, gently brought this festival, changed the topic, talked about the intention, and said: "The concubine has not been out for many days, and she dreamed last night and dreamed of a Bodhisattva. I suddenly remembered that I had gone to Manjushri Temple to make a wish a few years ago, and I wanted to go again in the summer, and I asked the beggar to have a smooth journey in the second half of the year. Now that the summer solstice has passed, isn't it time to repay your vows? Is your husband free tomorrow? Do you want to go with your concubine? ”

Wang Shicheng was happy in his heart and said: "It's hard for a lady to have a heart." Tomorrow? ......, tomorrow really won't work. Lady forgot? Tomorrow is the day when I meet the ministers to discuss matters. Or might it be another day? ”

"Would you still like this to be another day? The concubine can wait, the bodhisattva can't wait! Since the husband has something to do, he will be busy. If you don't go, it's just. Mrs. Wang pretended to be unhappy.

She looked angry and pursed her lips, handsome and pretty, adding three points of beauty. Wang Shicheng couldn't help but feel excited, put down his body, took a lot of effort, and made a few wishes, until she was allowed to go by herself tomorrow, Mrs. Wang turned her anger into joy, and Qiao Shengsheng nodded Wang Shicheng and said, "It's not all for you!" ”

Wang Shicheng became more and more unbearable, salivating, and wanted to hug her. Mrs. Wang dodged lightly and said, "Worship the Buddha tomorrow, you need to be sincere." It's better for the concubine to call the maid and come over to accompany the husband. ”

Mrs. Wang returned to her room, her legs were weak, and after a while, her chest was still pounding, and after half an hour, she wrote a letter to Ren Zhonghou and ordered it to be forwarded to Deng She.

The next morning, she got up before dawn, burned incense and cleansed herself, bathed and changed her clothes, and had a little food, that is, she was accompanied by two or three maidservants and seven or eight family members, and went to the Manjushri Temple outside the city.

Wang Shicheng and his successor ancestors are both White Lotus disciples. The White Lotus Sect originated in the Southern Song Dynasty, and its main teachings inherited the Pure Land sect of Buddhism, specializing in the Pure Land method of reincarnation of Amitabha Buddha. In the Yuan Dynasty, it gradually evolved into a folk religious organization, and some of them converted to Maitreya Buddha, and there was a special White Lotus Confession Hall, believing that "Maitreya was born, and King Ming was born".

It is said that Mrs. Wang should not go to Manjushri Temple to make a vow. But she is a woman, and she is not a believer in the White Lotus Sect, so it is not surprising that Wang Shicheng doesn't care about her and lets her be.

Let's say that when Mrs. Wang came to the temple, the abbot of the temple had already learned the news in advance, and the monks of all sizes were respectfully greeted outside.

This Manjushri temple occupies a large area, and when it comes in, it is a courtyard, planted with a few big trees, and it is lush. On the left-hand side, a row of side halls, enshrined eighteen Arhats. On the right hand, another row of side halls is dedicated to the Dharma Protector Vajra. In the main hall in the center, in addition to Manjushri Bodhisattva, there are also Lao Tzu and Confucius.

At that time, there was a Quanzhen Sect, which was founded in the early years of the Jin Dynasty. Patriarch Wang Chongyang, he has an advocacy, called "three religions in one", the so-called three religions, that is, Taoism, Buddhism, and Confucianism. At the same time, Wang Chongyang is a native of Shaanxi, and he has accepted seven apprentices, known as the seven sons of Quanzhen, all of whom are from Shandong, so the Quanzhen Sect has the greatest influence in Shandong and Shaanxi. Qufu, Shandong is also the hometown of Confucius. Therefore, it is not surprising that the temples in Shandong also worship Lao Tzu and Confucius.

But seeing that the abbot was neatly dressed, wearing a robe, chanting the Buddha's name, and meeting Mrs. Wang, he personally led the way and led him to the main hall.

Accompanied by the sound of wooden fish and chime, Mrs. Wang first took three incense sticks, inserted them into the incense burner, and then inserted candles in front of the Buddha, bowed three times and knocked nine times, muttering in her mouth, and I don't know what wishes she made. After worshipping the Buddha, he inevitably instructed the attendants to take out the gold and silver as alms. As soon as a few large ingots of silver were taken out, the abbot's eyes were spent, and he smiled and praised, and praised vigorously: "The lady is pious, and it is rare to see in the world." ”

Mrs. Wang said: "The letter girl got up early in the morning and walked for a long time on the mountain road, a little tired, I don't know if there is an elegant room in the temple?" If you want to borrow one, you can rest for a while. ”

This Manjushri temple is quite famous in Yidu, in the peaceful years, there are often many scholars to borrow the book of Diwen, and the elegant room naturally has. The abbot didn't have a word, chose the best one, invited her to rest, served tea, originally wanted to accompany each other, talk for a while, saw Mrs. Wang lightly cover her mouth, yawned, the abbot was interested, and asked to quit.

For a while, in the small elegant room, only Mrs. Wang and the two maids remained. Mrs. Wang loves cleanliness, and she doesn't lie down because the bed is dirty, so she walks to the window, pushes it open, and looks out.

At this time, the number of men and women who came to worship the Buddha gradually increased. The air in the mountains is fresh, and the pine forests in the distance are undulating, and all the eyes are green. From where Madame Wang stands, you can see the temple gate diagonally. She looked intently for a long time, and saw people coming and going, not only old people and women, but also young men from time to time, but she never saw the people she was waiting for.

I was waiting a little anxiously, and saw three or four people slowly coming in in the crowd.

The first person was none other than Dunshe, dressed in civilian clothes and pretending to be a tourist. In order not to attract attention, he didn't ride a horse, and only brought Bi Qianniu and Guo Conglong with him on the left and right. A group of people entered the temple, Deng She stopped under the tree, opened the inside and outside of the hall, there were many people, came and went, very lively.

Deng She saw that in the corner of the temple, a sedan chair was parked, a lantern was hung, and the word Wang was written on it, guessing that Mrs. Wang must have arrived. He whispered two words, Guo Conglong led the guards into the crowd, and he took Bi Qianniu and walked into the main hall. Deng She does not believe in Buddhism, but once he comes, he is safe, and he worships the three statues respectively, and Bi Qianniu takes out some treasure money, which is regarded as incense money.

The two of them followed the crowd and quietly moved from the main hall to the side hall dedicated to the Dharma Protector Vajra.

Deng She looked up and said with a smile: "The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and King Kong looked angry." Speaking of which, in troubled times, it is the heroic King Kong who should be angry. We have to bow down. He fell to the ground with Bi Qianniu, and suddenly heard a burst of incense, and a little maid came on the side, also pretending to be a Buddha, kneeling down and worshipping on the mat, and whispered: "His Royal Highness King Yan, our lady is waiting in the clean room." ”

"How do we meet?"

"There are doors in the front and back of the clean room, and the back door needs to go around to the back of the temple."

There are many people in the temple, there are also many monks, everyone is in front of them, they meet in the elegant room, and the lonely men and widows are a little unstable. Deng She had the intention to propose a different place, but the little maid got up, but she was already far away. Deng She hesitated for a moment, not worrying about what Mrs. Wang said about the "important matter", thought about it, left Bi Qianniu to wait in the courtyard, and walked straight to the elegant room.

Deng She came to Yidu and rarely went out, and most of the people who came to this Manjushri Temple were ordinary people, so he was not afraid of others recognizing who he was. In addition, he did a little disguise, changed his hairstyle, and glued his beard, Mrs. Wang could recognize him at a glance, which was due to lovesickness day and night. If you change to someone else, even if you have met before, I am afraid that you will not be able to recognize it at a glance.

He stepped out of the temple, went around the backyard, and looked to both sides, which was very quiet unlike the noise in the temple. The courtyard walls are made of red bricks, willow trees are planted in rows, and a small stream is bubbling in the distance. Between the dense leaves, there is a burst of cicada chirping from time to time, one after another, as if they are in harmony with each other.

Occasionally, I saw one or two small novices hurrying by, either carrying buckets or lowering their heads. Deng She waited for them to go away, saw that there was no one on the left and right, and dodged into the backyard door. There are four or five private rooms in a row in the courtyard, only one of which has an open door, and the door is half-hidden, needless to say, this must be where Mrs. Wang is. He straightened his clothes a little and stepped in.

There were three people in the room, two maids on both sides, and the one on the left was the little maid who was talking to Deng She.

By the window on the right, a beautiful woman in her twenties sat on a gold-lacquered round stool, her eyes were bright and bright, like pearls on a crystal plate, seducing her soul, smiling and resentful, and as if with a little anger.

The two of them just met their eyes.

Dunshe came up with an inexplicable word out of place: "Hungry and thirsty." Subconsciously took half a step back, closed the door with his backhand, settled his mind, crossed his hands, and said, "Zuo, lady." Mrs. Wang wore a pale red long skirt, stood up with a lotus foot on the side, moved her jade body slightly, pressed her hands on her waist, bent down and squatted, and said, "Wanfu, His Royal Highness King Yan." ”

Deng She glanced at the faces of the maids, and Mrs. Wang understood, and while motioning for them to retreat into the side room, she explained: "These two maids are the domestic slaves of the concubine's mother's family, and they have been used to serving the concubine since childhood. The concubine married into the Wang family, and the two of them were married to each other, so King Yan didn't have to care. ”

Ti Ji Ren means confidant.

Deng She was slightly relieved. The two maids quietly retreated, leaving only the two of them. The room was very hot, the windows were closed, there was not a trace of wind, and a vague fragrance came from Mrs. Wang's skirt, which was steamed, and gradually turned from light to thick. Listening to the noise of cicadas outside the window, the two of you look at me, I look at you, and they are speechless.

One is that he doesn't want to talk, and the other is that he doesn't know where to start.

Deng She and Mrs. Wang hadn't seen each other alone for a long time. In fact, he hesitated before coming, should he come in person? I wanted to send a guard to meet instead. After thinking about it, I felt that it was a little rude, in case I angered Mrs. Wang, it would be a bad thing, so I decided to go to the appointment in person.

Of course, this is only the obvious reason. Perhaps even Deng She himself didn't really know that Mrs. Wang's previous hot letters actually played a role in promoting his decision to go to the appointment.

It's no better than ever. Maybe in Deng She's heart, he will still be a little repulsed by Mrs. Wang's previous performances, but after being in power for a long time and deciding to kill, his mentality has changed completely differently from the past. Sometimes when he thinks of Mrs. Wang, he can't help but be moved. This heartbeat is not the other heartbeat, it has nothing to do with feelings, and it is purely "eating the marrow and knowing the taste".

He once almost fell out with Deng San because of the killing of his villagers, but now he can kill thousands of captives without changing his face and giving an order. He used to treat his subordinates with sincerity, although he can now use people without suspicion and suspicion, but it has nothing to do with trust, it is just a use of power and mental skills. What's more, he used to be extremely disgusted with Madame Wang, but now he can laugh at Li Aguan as if nothing happened.

For those in power, absolute power inevitably leads to absolute corruption. For the supreme ruler above 10,000 people, absolute power will also inevitably lead to his subtle change.

"A few days ago, the banquet was goodbye, and it has only been a few days, why does the lady seem to have been a little reduced? But because it's been too hot lately, don't you have a good appetite? ”

"Why does King Yan knowingly ask?" Mrs. Wang glanced at Deng She with a little resentment, sighed faintly, and asked, "If it weren't for the concubine to ask Ren Zhonghou to send a letter to King Yan and tell him something important, although King Yan came to Yidu, did he never plan to meet the concubine at all?" ”

"Lady is kind, how can I not know?"

"What if you know?"

"However, I am a guest from afar, and I have to be extra careful when entering and leaving. Even if he came to see the lady today, he was disguised and disguised, so he was not afraid of being discovered. All kinds of hardships, I still hope that the lady will understand. ”

Mrs. Wang snorted and said, "If you don't know your difficulties, even if you are now His Royal Highness King Yan, I can't spare you today." She felt magnanimous, smiled, moved her body, her skirt swayed lightly, and it was another blessing, and chuckled, "Please take a seat with His Royal Highness King Yan." ”

There are chairs next to the round stool. At that time, men were inferior to women, there were clear hierarchies, and when men and women were present at the same time, only men could sit on the chairs. Even if the husband and wife sit opposite each other, the woman only has to sit on a round stool or a mazar. Deng She has been in the Yuan Dynasty for more than ten years, and he has long been accustomed to this, and it is not surprising that he hesitated slightly, that is, he walked over, and helped Mrs. Wang up and sat in the chair.

Mrs. Wang refused to follow Deng She, and did not sit directly on the round stool, but pulled it in front of the chair first, and then sat down. The two were opposite, less than one step apart.

The room is steamer-like and steaming. Deng She only felt a layer of sweat behind his back. Mrs. Wang's smooth forehead was also covered with a little fine sweat. As soon as the distance was close, Deng She could not only smell the fragrance on Mrs. Wang's dress, but also vaguely seemed to have another kind of dark fragrance, mixed with the smell of meat, warm and sweet, and swirled around the nose. Deng She is not a rookie, so he has long guessed that this must be Mrs. Wang's body fragrance.

Dunshe couldn't help but look at her again.

Mrs. Wang wore a pale red silk skirt, the skirt was very long, covering the bow shoes, not reaching the neck, revealing half of the soft neck, and the chest rose and fell slightly rapidly, which showed her unconcealable joy and excitement of reunion after a long absence. Her personality is more daring, and her cheeks can't help but turn red under Deng She's appreciative gaze.

It's no wonder that Deng She lost her mind, Mrs. Wang came today and was specially dressed up. She was already handsome, and when she dressed up, she was even more amazing, with the crimson on her cheeks and the fine sweat on her forehead, she became more and more beautiful and delicate. Two lines of poetry floated to Deng She's heart: "The clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." ”

He coughed and asked, "I don't know why the lady invited me here?" ”

Mrs. Wang's heart was pounding, and she was so hot that she saw him, but when she saw that he suddenly took away her gaze and turned to ask the topic, she suddenly felt a kind of loss that she had never felt before. She gritted her teeth lightly and said in her heart: "What an uninteresting enemy." He replied: "Yesterday, the concubine, I heard my husband talk about one thing,......, so and so. "Tell Dun She what you have heard.

Deng She's face did not move, but his mind of appreciating the beauty was suddenly swept away, and his chest immediately turned upside down.

Tian Jialie! I thought I had already looked up to him, but I didn't expect to underestimate this person's intelligence. A wisp of murder flashed in his eyes. Before Mrs. Wang found out, he adjusted his mentality in time, smiled slightly, and said, "Thank you, lady." I came to Yidu, and I had no malice. Tian Youcheng misunderstood. ”

"It's a misunderstanding, it's not a misunderstanding. Tian Jialie has won the trust of the concubine's husband, since he is suspicious, sooner or later he will say that the concubine's husband will move. What if I really want to give you a feast? ......, King Yan, you have to be careful. ”

Mrs. Wang looked worried, leaned forward slightly, and her skirt was lifted, revealing a pair of embroidered bow shoes. Deng She happened to be too hot, and his legs also moved forward, and the toes of the two people just touched. This scene is familiar, and it is simply a repetition of that day's feast.

A little numbness, from the toes to the calves, and then through the calves to the thighs, what happened a night in the Twin Cities a long time ago, unexpectedly returned to Mrs. Wang's memory. The crimson of her cheeks quickly turned to flush.

"Amitabha ,......。"

The monks in the hall in the distance sang Buddhist scriptures, and Mrs. Wang didn't hear it, she murmured in a low voice: "The enemy ,......."