Li Zhan may not be able to look down on Wen Lang!

"There are few royal affairs, and it is difficult to get into it for the rest of his life, the king of Wei is lonely, there are few people who help him, and there are a group of people who calculate him. And even his biological mother didn't help him, so you won't talk to him in the future. ”

The old lady let the warmth support her up the mountain.

Warm and obediently agreed: "Don't worry, I will be far away from King Wei, just now he was almost broken by a wild dog, and there may be more disasters around him in the future." ”

The old lady became more and more uneasy.

"Do you know kung fu?"

"Uncle and grandmother laughed, I just have a little more strength, no one has taught me kung fu, I will have to be a rough crop."

"I saw it!" The old lady said meaningfully: "You saved King Wei from the mouth of a wild dog, I think King Wei also understands this, he is different from you." ”

"King Wei is handsome, I can't bear to let a beautiful man be ruined under the dog's mouth, the blue face and the water make my head hot and impulsive."

Warmth looked remorseful, as if regretting that she shouldn't have been moved by beauty.

In fact, without her action, King Wei could save himself.

Don't ask how warmth knows.

The question is that the King of Wei is unfathomable.

After all, the person who became the emperor, even if later generations called him a faint monarch, Li Zhan was in power when he was alive, and he was the only one, Li Zhan had no means, who would believe it.

The corners of the old lady's mouth twitched, and she sighed helplessly, "You don't believe me." "Deliberately diverted the words, when she couldn't hear them?

Smile warmly without saying a word.

Even in the face of the mother of the previous life, Princess Anyang, she may not fully believe it.

The water moon temple is dedicated to the goddess of mercy Bodhisattva, the old lady knelt on the futon and prayed silently, the warmth did not step into the main hall, she was wandering around the small water moon temple.

An iron fence divides the temple into two halves, and there are young nuns practicing on the front hill, and occasionally a few old nuns cleaning the nunnery.

Among the young nuns, there were noblewomen who were supposed to be high-ranking women with fine clothes and fine food, but because their father and brother were convicted, they could only become nuns, often accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, and could not leave the Shuiyue Nunnery for a single step in their lives.

The nuns looked like a dry well and lived like a dead man.

Wen Wen carefully looked at the list of donors who added sesame oil placed at the door of Shuiyue Nunnery, and there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

The girl was thirteen or fourteen years old, her face was beautiful and boundless, her eyes were as clear and clean as spring water, and her nun's robe showed that she was dusty, not like a mortal person, and not stained with any red dust.

She is different from the nuns of Suigetsu-an.

"Little master is well."

"Hmm."

The young nun said, "Poor Nifa forgets the dust, and Xiao Shi wants to add sesame oil?" ”

Looked at by her innocent gaze, it was difficult for Wen Wen to say no words, and took out five taels of silver and handed it to the little nun.

That's it?

Obviously, the Buddha had a dream yesterday and reminded her that she would have a big harvest today.

Five taels of silver!

When she has never seen silver?

"The poor nun recorded the little benefactor on the list, and the master and the senior sisters would enshrine the list in front of the Bodhisattva when they recited the sutras every day, which can be regarded as praying for the blessing and safety of the donors who are willing to give."

The nuns pray for the people on the list every day, are you kind enough to give only five taels of silver?

"It's hard work, little master."

With a warm smile and a reserved smile, he took the initiative to open the roster and handed it to the dust-forgetting brush.

Only the surname is recorded on the list, after all, a woman's name is not easy to publicize at will.

"There are many people with the same surname on the list, and there are more people with the same surname in the world." Wen Wen asked, "Can the Bodhisattva distinguish who should be blessed?" ”

"The Bodhisattva's magic power is boundless, and it will only bless those who are sincere."

Forget the dust glanced at the warmth, and when he met a cheeky person, he could only consider himself unlucky.

Her voice is crisp and melodious, cleansing people's hearts and removing dirt.

It's warm and funny to see that Wangchen added an extra stroke to the name of Wen's female and turned a copper plate, "Now the little donor is different from the Wen surname on the list." ”

"Thank you, little master Wangchen, if I can get what I want, the five taels of silver are too worth it."

"I don't know what the little donor wants?"

"The world is peaceful, the country is peaceful."

Warm and righteous words.

Forget Chen's pink lips opened, and he exhaled for a long time, "What the little donor asks for is extraordinary." ”

The thickness of the dough is different.

Wen Wen said sincerely: "Except for the peace of the world, my troubles are all trivial, and there is no need to bother the Bodhisattva." ”

Forget the dust Xiaoni is more curious about warmth, suspecting that warmth's intentions are not pure, but she has no evidence!

It can't even be said that there is something wrong with praying for the warmth of the country and the people!

"Forget the dust."

"Master."

"It's time for you to fetch water."

"Okay, master."

The wrinkled old nun walked unhurriedly in front of the warm body, just to block the back of the forgotten dust.

The old nun twisted the Buddha beads, "Don't blame the donor, forget the dust and childishness, the heart is restless, the sex is uncertain, and the heart is not yet able to stop the water, the donor has no understanding of the Dharma, and the poor nun can solve the puzzle for the donor." ”

"No blame, no blame." Warm smile: "I think that the little master of Forget Chen is dedicated to rebuilding the golden body for the Bodhisattva and promoting the Dharma, and she is a living person who cultivates Qingxiu." ”

The old nun's face stiffened for a moment, "It's good that the donor doesn't blame her, and asks the donor to go to the dining hall to make tea and wait for the elders in the family to finish worshipping the Buddha." ”

She put away the list of pen and ink, saluted the warmth, and left.

In the cold winter, the water moon is bleak inside and outside, the scenery is desolate, and there is no place to take it.

After staying in Suigetsu-an for a long time, the warm mood becomes very unbeautiful.

I won't go out with the old lady in the future!

It was not too much of a loss to meet the little nun of Forget Chen, she remembered that Forget Chen was Li Zhan's first love, Concubine Ming.

Gentleness and forgetfulness are difficult to refuse, in comparison, forgetfulness is pure and natural, and gentleness is a bit deliberate.

"You will cross the mountains and mountains every half month to rush to the Shuiyue Nunnery, try your best to avoid the pilgrims and the guards at the bottom of the mountain, sneak to help me carry water, send me snacks, uncle, I don't know you at all, and I don't need your help, if you pester me again, I'll tell the master to go."

"—whatever you want."

The man's voice was thick and hoarse, carrying a bucket and pouring water into the tank.

Forget Chen chuckled: "Isn't it that my uncle has taken a fancy to me?" It's a pity that I am not only a monk, but also the daughter of a criminal official, and I will not be able to leave Shuiyue Nunnery for the rest of my life, and I will have to atone for my father and brother in front of the Buddha all my life. ”

"Besides, uncle, you're too old."

Sure enough, Forget Chen is the most interesting nun, Wen Wen quickly poked her head out and looked over, the uncle turned out to be Wen Lang?!

Wen Lang is a famous prostitute in Qinglou who has had enough, and plans to attack the little nun?!

He will definitely be divided by Li Zhan's five horses.

Li Zhan loved Concubine Ming deeply, and even Queen Gu was almost abolished for Concubine Ming.

"Hugh is going to talk nonsense, I am you, your uncle, your father is loyal, he serves your majesty with all his blood, he is not a sinner."

"Now that you're having such a wave of fun under the mountain? Uncle and niece are wild enough. ”

Her hand reached out to Wen Lang's shoulder and exhaled, "How does uncle want to play with his niece?" ”

Wen Lang's whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning, gently pushed the little nun away, and choked up: "Don't-don't let me have no face to see the third brother." ”