[Extra 1: The person in front of you is not in front of you]

I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.

Feng Yaoling wore a light dress and walked into the palace in a corner of the palace.

Under the moonlight, the footprints in the snow are deep, and the green bamboos sway in the wind, falling all over the ground.

Although the beauty is over forty years old, she still has bright eyes.

"Qingxin, why don't you look at me? Didn't you love to draw me before? ”

Feng Yaoling hugged the monk who was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue from behind and didn't look at her.

The pure heart remained motionless, still reciting the scriptures with his eyes closed.

Feng Yaoling saw her like this, and tears fell down his neck: "You are so ruthless, I have waited for many years with that cold man to wait until today." You and I are no longer in the way, and we can be together with peace of mind. But you've changed. ”

I don't know if it was Feng Yaoling's words or her tears, the monk who hadn't reacted just now opened his eyes and sighed.

The once moist voice is now hoarse, and although the face is still young, fine lines have appeared at the corners of the eyes.

"The poor monk has never changed, but the Queen Mother misunderstood."

Feng Yaoling couldn't believe it, and kept shaking her head: "No, I didn't misunderstand." If you don't love me, why did you help me many times in Wangshan Temple back then? If you don't love me, why do you always paint for me in front of the cliff? If you don't love me, why did you help me go back to the palace and even put my emperor on the throne? ”

Why?

Qingxin smiled bitterly, just because, if one person did not come to Jingyang Temple, then he might have such a life of ups and downs.

He always thought that if she was so down, he would definitely feel distressed.

So he helped Feng Yaoling again and again, hoping in his heart that if someone could meet his little junior brother in the next life, he would also be able to lend a hand.

He hopes that her next life can be collected, properly placed, and carefully preserved. lest she be frightened, lest she suffer, lest she be scattered, lest she have no branches to rely on [Note 2].

Even if that person is not him.

The reason why she was painted was also because Feng Yaoling had exactly the same appearance as that person.

The person he writes about is not so much Feng Yaoling, but her in his imagination.

As for letting Feng Yaoling's son succeed to the throne, the reason is simpler, just because he is the most suitable.

That's all.

"Queen Mother, it's late at night, go back to the palace."

Outside the temple.

Snow, bigger.

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[Extra 2: So I don't hate you]

"Master, I have a word, I don't know if I should say it or not?"

Hua Rong sat on the chair, his back straight, and he looked like a monk.

She didn't look at Shen Xu'an, she only looked at the sandalwood lit on the pedestal of the imperial study, and the smoke made her a little dizzy.

"Since I don't know, Your Majesty won't talk about it."

Shen Xu'an: "......"

Shen Xu'an coughed lightly and continued: "I still have to talk about it." The master saved tens of millions of people of Qin and allowed Qin to be safe, and the credit was so great that the people of Qin will not forget it in the future. ”

"I am also grateful, so I want to reward the master to show my heart."

Hua Rong looked up at him and said seriously: "The little monk didn't do anything, besides, the little monk is also a citizen of the Qin State, all of this is what the little monk should do." ”

"Not to mention that the little monk is still a doctor, the doctor saves his life, and it is justified. Your Majesty also said that the people of Qin State will not forget the little monk, so it is enough. ”

Shen Xu'an shook his head: "I want it!" ”

His eyes darkened a little, and his gaze fell on Hua Rong's face: "I want to make the master a national teacher, just like me, and enjoy the worship of all the people." ”

Hua Rong didn't have a smile on his face, his eyes seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts, and fell on Shen Xu'an's face.

Shen Xu was nervous, his hands were clenched tightly, but he still looked at Hua Rong with burning eyes.

Hua Rong said: "If the little monk agrees, what do you have to abide by?" ”

Shen Xu'an's voice was hoarse and low: "Forever in the palace, ......"

He paused and added, "Stay with me!" ”

Hua Rong stood up: "In this way, the little monk can only refuse His Majesty's kindness, after all, the little monk likes to have his own and does not want to be restrained." The "Medical Scripture" still needs to be further improved by the young monks. ”

She looked up at Shen Xu'an, her eyes softened: "Your Majesty is in the palace, accompanied by all the ladies in the harem, in fact, there is no need for a little monk." ”

"No, I ...... "I am pleased with you!"

Shen Xu'an didn't say this, so he paused.

He covered his eyes with his hands, as if tears were falling.

In the end, he lay on the desk childishly: "Master, let's go, I want to be quiet by myself." ”

He hadn't heard anyone reply for a long time, so he came and raised his head, but he was stunned.

He smelled the medicinal fragrance on her body, it was light and light, and it smelled very good.

She stood beside him!

He remembered in a trance that for the first time in more than a year, she seemed to take the initiative to get so close to him.

Before he could turn his head, a hand was covered with his eyes, and there was a burning breath in his cochlea, "Your Majesty, be a good emperor, like ...... Gao Zu is average. ”

He was a little dazed, and asked, "Then you will like me?" ”

She seemed to be stopped by his question, and did not answer for a long time.

Just when he was a little disappointed, her voice sounded again: "Of course, the little monk hopes that the world is peaceful, the country and the people are safe, Your Majesty can do it, and the little monk naturally will not hate Your Majesty." ”

She played word games with him, she didn't hate it, and it never meant liking.

But at that time, he believed.

"Okay, I'll be a good emperor!"

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[Extra 3: I'll listen to her]

"Ahem"

In the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Tu Zijun was reading at night.

In just one year, he has been completely different from the previous unlearned and unskilled.

He used to be lazy, so he seemed stupid.

And now that he is diligent, his talent is a rare intelligence.

Prime Minister Tu has had more smiling faces this year than in the previous nineteen years.

The door of the study was pushed open, and a woman with bright eyes walked in, and after closing the window, she said coquettishly: "Husband, didn't you say it, close the window and read, I have said it several times, but you just don't listen." ”

Tu Zijun looked up at the beauty under the lamp, his eyes were a little dazed, and he soon returned to clarity.

He put down the book, walked over and held her hand: "Isn't there still a lady?" ”

Feng Yaoling slapped him coquettishly on the chest, "I will say something nice to coax people." ”

"What the husband said was from the heart, ahem."

Feng Yaoling heard his cough and looked up at him a little anxiously: "Does my husband need to ask for a doctor?" ”

As he spoke, he seemed to have just remembered, and brought the bird's nest stewed by himself to him.

"I made it with my own hands, and I heard that it is very effective for coughs, but it tastes like-"

Feng Yaoling paused, because before she finished speaking, Tu Zijun had already finished drinking.

Her nose was a little sore, and she suddenly hugged his waist and whispered, "It's good, it's good that I can marry my husband." ”

Feng Yaoling's wish in life is very simple, she wishes to have one heart, and the white head is inseparable.

Tu Zijun hugged her back: "I can marry you, too." ”

His eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow on his pretty face.

Just yesterday, Qingfeng passed away.

She left him a message: Be good to Feng Yaoling.

He was obedient.