Chapter 175: Buddha Leng, I am willing to go to the soup for the princess. 3

After thinking about it left and right, she could actually foresee the answer, perhaps because she was afraid that she would be too silent with Fo Leng, so she talked a little more.

The corner of her back was touched, and Fo Leng lowered her voice slightly, and her beautiful voice floated above her faΓ§ade, her breath was slightly cold, but she couldn't help but her eyelids jumped.

He was too gentle: "Recuperate, I'll do the rest." ”

The soft and rippling breath hit her face, and her heart itched for a while, and she suddenly opened her eyes to meet the man's deep blue eyes.

In the valley, the blue water of the lake, which slept in the cold moonlight, rippled with a moving shimmer, flowing from her eyes to her heart, rippling with ripples.

Looking at each other, she took in the cold tenderness in his eyes, some embarrassed, some panicked, and he was always indifferent.

She is like an uneasy and delicate little white rabbit, who is held in his eyes and carefully cared for.

Buddha Leng is the most stable, the sky is falling apart, and he is still calm.

"It's late at night, go to sleep." He raised his hand to cover her eyes, and his voice was seductive, like a child.

With a shadow in front of her eyes and no sight of his face, she reluctantly raised her hand to remove his hand and looked directly at him.

Before the window was closed, the moon white came in from the window, sprinkling the clear light on the ground, and the man was plain white, covered with moonlight.

The gentleman is like jade, and the bright streamer is not as bright as him.

Her heart trembled slightly, but her head was a little clear: "That day in the palace, I told you that the road you paved for me in front of me is over, and I will come and go by myself in the future, why don't you listen to me once?" ”

Fo Leng's hand had already stretched out and began to stir up the situation in the court.

That Fang Sizheng must have been sent to the Shangguan family by Buddha Leng, and in order to make Fang Sizheng the sharpest knife, the Shangguan family needs to use it.

Tomorrow in the court, I am afraid that there will be a storm.

Xiao Lisheng is cunning, he can know from Xie Ronghua that Fang Si was detained by her Feng Hongshu, Xie Ronghua looked for the palace but didn't find anyone, sooner or later he will come back to his senses, and it is very likely that he will be taken away by Xiao Jingse.

Only Xiao Jingse dared to do this and take a living person away from the palace silently.

When the time came, Xiao Lisheng checked and found out to Xiao Jingse, she didn't believe that Xiao Jingse could bear it, and didn't tell Xiao Lisheng who Fang Si was taken away.

Xiao Jingse has no obligation to turn his face for Fo Leng and Xiao Lisheng, he has to choose the one that is most beneficial to him.

He Xiao Jingse is also a member of the Xiao family, where will there be less of the inferior roots of the emperor and the royal family, and he has the heart to sit and watch a good show, let Xiao Lisheng and Fo Leng fight and fight, isn't this a good show that he Xiao Jingse wants to watch?

Once Xiao Jingse told Xiao Lisheng the news that Fang Sizheng was being taken away by Fo Leng, Xiao Lisheng must have known that Fo Leng had already put his hand into the palace.

The turmoil of this palace, everything is in the eyes of Buddha Leng.

He is an insider, and he is also a spectator.

At that time, it will be difficult for Fo Leng to be alone, and the beginning of the bloody storm was started with his own hands this time.

She owed Fo Leng too much, and she never wanted to, so he walked on the tip of the knife again.

After making a decision to go alone, she went alone.

Buddha Leng lowered his body and looked at her deeply, with few emotional changes in his eyes, like a cold deep pool, surging underneath, with the power to devour everything.

"Ah Ci." He suddenly called her, and his voice was roundabout and tactful: "You are really stupid, in this world, not everyone has a way back." ”

She didn't, he didn't.

"On the Buddha Hall that day, I told you that there is a lot of suffering in the red dust, and I advise you to turn back, but you don't want to." He straightened up, stood in front of the bed and stared at her, a touch of self-deprecation flew on his lips: "Actually, that's what I'm trying to persuade myself, because the way you go is the way I want to go." ”

She refused to turn back, and resolutely entered the red dust, how could he ignore it?

It's just that because of the promise made to the Buddha, the day you leave the Buddha Gate is the time to fulfill the promise.

Promised to be broken, the fate with Yun Geci will be broken.

He sat day and night in front of the Buddha, and everyone in the world said that he was pure and had few desires to the Buddha, only the Buddha knew best, and he struggled and reluctantly.

I am reluctant to let her suffer in the red dust alone, and I am reluctant to break off my fate with her.

Left and right are heart-wrenching pains.

A thin sigh escaped from his thin lips: "I let you choose the path you want to take, as long as you have no regrets and no complaints, I will do what you want." ”

She chose this thorny road, and he reluctantly cut off his fate with her and followed her into this red dust.

At the beginning, if she chose to walk out of the world, the green lantern bitter Buddha, he would also be willing to recite a lifetime of sutras for her, the years passed in an instant, and she begged to be reincarnated.

Her heart's desire is his home.

Naturally, her farewell words that day sounded really stupid to him, and now, the things in this world are no longer for her to choose.

A heart was lifted in an instant, swinging in mid-air, unable to fall into place, she swayed, tears quietly grew in the bottom of her heart.

She didn't dare to cry, and she didn't dare to be sad.

Lowering his head, he didn't dare to look at his compassionate and gentle eyes, his fingers clenched the futon, and he said with difficulty: "I don't want you to die." ”

The man stretched out his hand and rubbed her somewhat scattered hair, and his voice was long: "Over the years, if I haven't been able to understand life and death thoroughly, I have recited so many scriptures in vain." ”

Life and death are waiting for him.

Kneeling in front of the Buddha, he understood life and death early, and let go of heaven and earth, joy, anger and sorrow.

The world has been let go, but she has not been put down.

She is his bitterness.

However, he was willing to eat it.

He said she was stupid, stupid people, how could she be the only one?

Tears rolled in her eyes, making her uncomfortable, and she bit her lip stubbornly: "Master, it's me who is too selfish." ”

I didn't know that he had suffered so much for her that day, full of resentment and only wanted revenge, and used all means to force Fo Leng down the mountain.

Now that he has become her long-cherished wish, she has also lost him, and pulled him into this bloody storm, and his life hangs on the blade.

Heaven is fair.

She got her wish, and she was heartbroken.

The corners of Fo Leng's eyes and eyebrows smiled, silently, and he was very spoiled: "You are not a selfish person, at that time, when you first entered the palace, you didn't even want to step on ants." ”

He remembered the past, when he was still the high-ranking young regent, she was the little white rabbit he kept by his side, and the girl was pure and spotless.

At that time, she was really kind.

"It is I who have taught you to be like this with my own hands, and I need to bear my sins." He gently stroked her eyebrows, smiled and smiled, his smile darkened, and he choked: "Ah Ci, I was young and uninhibited, I always thought that I could pick up the stars by reaching out, but I expected you to be my wife, but I didn't know that I was arrogant, and today, I came to atone for my sins." ”

If he hadn't been reckless in his youth, they would have been in a different situation.

The children are full of knees, the wives are beautiful and virtuous, and they work together to share their heads.

Think about it, my heart is like a knife.