Tuoba Hong was so proud, his tone was proud, and his voice was also proud: "King Dongyang agreed...... Taifu agreed...... Everyone else agreed......"

She grabbed his sleeve, and her eyes opened round and wide: "Your Majesty, tell me quickly, what kind of magic did you use??" ”

Her expression was so urgent that she looked like a child.

Tuoba Hong laughed and said softly: "It's a secret...... Miao Lian! I don't tell her about ordinary people. ”

"Your Majesty, speak quickly."

He saw that her face was flushed, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were shining, full of excitement and longing: "Your Majesty, I really can't think of ......"

He didn't tease her anymore, he played with her black hair slowly, and told him everything that happened in the court today.

After listening to this, Feng Miaolian could only open her mouth for a long time.

For this matter, she secretly thought of countless ways, countless reasons - as long as she did not let herself become the public enemy of the Manchu Dynasty, a fox spirit like Su Daji - she thought that there was only one way in the world - that is, to turn herself into another Feng Miaozhi.

Unexpectedly, Tuoba Hong used another method - to put it bluntly, it is not unusual at all.

But, without putting it bluntly, can you use it?

How many emperors can use this trick?

At this time, she is truly convinced - in front of him, she is easy to surrender and worship.

Just like he started when he was a girl, he was actually her god.

Because of this worship hidden in a woman's heart, it is so easy to resurge.

What's more, all this, he is just to defend her - how to maintain her, and not harmless, this requires extremely high intelligence and coordination.

Her eyes were so excited that she forgot to roll, and her tone was ridiculously eager: "Your Majesty, so they won't scold me anymore?" They won't say I'm a vixen anymore? In the future, I won't play and scold me again, and I will be Su Daji's red face and trouble? ”

"No!"

He smiled so happily: "Of course they won't!" Miao Lian, actually, you are much better than the sanctimonious manner they pretended!! ”

People who stand on the moral high ground and accuse others of stealing men and prostitutes behind their backs, and they are even more unobstructed.

But all the ministers of civil and military affairs, how many are not honey-mouthed swords, treacherous and cunning?

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to mix with that high position.

"They love money more than anything else!! Full of great truths, full of ancestral family laws, full of worries about the country and the people, but once their interests are touched, all this is nothing!"

Even if she Empress Feng was really a vixen, they would open their eyes and close their eyes.

It's better than spending 180,000 silver on this, right?

Tuoba Hong has thoroughly understood the minds of these people.

Feng Miaolian was ecstatic.

"Your Majesty, what about King Xianyang? What did he say? ”

"It doesn't matter what he says. The important thing is that everyone else in the government and the opposition has agreed to this matter. ”

Her cheeks flushed with excitement and she didn't ask any more.

Yes, it really doesn't matter what King Xianyang's attitude is.

Even if the minority obeys the majority, he is now powerless.

Takubahiro slowly helped her to her feet.

On the roadside, the autumn flowers bloom so charmingly, huge cosmos, continuous golden chrysanthemums, bursts of intense and fragrant August laurel, and many white, pink, and yellow butterfly flowers...... The Royal Garden is incredibly beautiful.

Opposite is a lush apple grove, and the autumn wind blows the fruitful fruit a golden red color. There are already palace maids who are starting to pick, and for them it is a pleasant labor, everyone giggles, sometimes picking apples, you still me, I still you, playing with each other.

The wind on the boulevard was blowing slowly, and she said, "Your Majesty, our home is really beautiful." ”

"yes. Our home is indeed beautiful. ”

At this time, he remembered that Ye Jia's resignation had been officially approved in the court. Moreover, Ye Jia's whereabouts were uncertain, and he did not even report to him, the emperor, where exactly he had gone.

It stands to reason that he should have told her this, let her know that an old friend had left. Even if it's an understatement.

However, he didn't. Didn't say a word.

At this time, everything is superfluous, Yega, court, arguments, intrigue and politics...... He hopes to stay away from her for these things, and from now on, he will not have anything to do with her.

And she didn't think to ask, not at all.

At that time, Ye Jia was at the highest peak in Northern Wudang.

Along the foot of the mountain, layer by layer, first is the mansion of the military generals, in the middle, is the world-famous Xuanwu Palace, and then up, is the world's most famous woman Cining Palace.

The decline of Northern Wudang began with the death of Empress Dowager Feng.

After her death, the psychic Taoist also left, and with it, Tuoba Hong also left, from Luoyang to Beiwudang, the road is far away, and no one will come here to spend the long and hot summer again.

In less than ten years, the decline has been so great.

The royal palace, which was once prosperous, also has traces of spider webs.

Yega stopped at a tall pine tree. This ancient pine tree has a history of thousands of years, with a bearded ancient bow and a twisted bow, just like the guardian tree outside the cave blessed land of the gods in ancient mythological stories.

The sun was slowly setting, little by little.

The dying red completely envelops the canopy of the ancient pines, smearing them with a layer of incomparably poignant and beautiful colors. He ran all the way, and the dust all the way was suddenly swept clean.

He sat down on a large rock beside him, and the wind blew it clean and clean.

It was here that he met him for the first time - to meet the handsome young man.

I followed in his footsteps, and then I saw her—the little girl with a beautiful gold chain and a beautiful pigtail.

At that time, she was so small.

It's incredibly small.

There was a child's footsteps, and two small bald heads stood next to him, one left and one right, and they saluted him respectfully: "National teacher, where are you going?" ”

His face was so kind, and he clasped his hands together, "I'm going to the West Heaven to learn scriptures." ”

"Where is the West Heaven?"

"In a far, far away place."

"National teacher, can you take us with you?"

"Yes, if we go with you, will we be able to meet the Buddha?"

He rarely smiles, but his face is always like a spring breeze. But seeing these two little children, their eyes are full of extreme piety, they were just born, they were sent to the temple by their parents, and they have never had any contact with the outside world. In life, there are only morning bells and dusk drums, the sound of scriptures, and the joy and hatred of the world, they don't know anything.

Ye Jia's eyes were so kind, "I will send someone to send you to Luoyang." There are many temples in Luoyang. ”

"No, national teacher, we won't go to Luoyang."

"Why?"

"You see, the golden apples are ripe, and we love them. There are no golden apples in Luoyang. ”

Ye Jia was slightly stunned.

Yes, the golden apples all over the mountains of Beiwudang are ripe. Because of the lack of people to pick, many fell into the deep mountain streams, and since then they have become thick fertilizer, turning into spring mud to protect flowers.

And Luoyang, is there a golden apple?

He vaguely remembered that maybe there was, but no one knew what it tasted like when it was a golden apple.

He slowly stood up and patted the two children on the head.

The child's face was innocent: "National teacher, is Luoyang the West Heaven?" ”

"Nope! No! Luoyang is not. ”

"Aren't you going to Luoyang?"

"Nope! In my life, I will never step into Luoyang again. ”

At that time, the haze slowly fell from the top of the treetops, and a thin layer of mist was like a light veil, slowly covering the green mountains.

Everything in the world has slowly begun to sleep.

Just like a person's emotions, every time at night, they will show a completely different style.

In the woods, there was the sound of giggling.

He stopped in horror.

There are few people here, since the old A came and went, the bats in Beiwudang have almost disappeared, and they have been devoured by the giant python that Empress Dowager Feng brought back.

The laughter was clearer, lively, bold, unbridled, full of a wild tension, an incredibly youthful detachment.

"Giggle...... Ye Jia...... Ye Jia...... It's me...... It's me......"

It's like a magic sound.

This is not right! Here, he would never hear such a voice. However, this voice was unscrupulous, and did not stop, lingering back and forth: "Ye Jia...... It's me...... It's me, you don't even know each other? It's ...... me."

Ye Jia rushed over and waved the branch in his hand out.

The terrible sound suddenly dissipated, like a nightmare, like a spider's web that had been shattered.

The night ravens were disturbed and fluttered up.

In the dark night, a figure flew down.

Ye Jia didn't know if it was a delusion or a reality.

However, he had no intention of pursuing it further.

This Northern Wudang is so lonely, so dark, and there is nothing left for others to plot. Who will be here???

He slowly ascended the hill.

Again, there was the sound of crows flying, and it was extremely noisy.

There were no lights in the boulder-filled room. This is a special case among the many wooden huts in North Wudang. It was only repaired after Ye Jia became an adult and was promoted to the national teacher.

Once, he met some lamas from the Western Regions and had some exchanges about their special tantric experiences. They thoroughly implement the principles of penance, and do not care about food, clothing, housing, transportation, even women's sex, and all pleasures.

They firmly believe that only through the cultivation of **, abandoning all **, purifying their hearts and desires, and maintaining great wisdom, can they effectively communicate with God.

It was after that time that Yega built this secret room.

In this stone house, he had devoted himself to enlightenment many times, and even comprehended some authentic works that were difficult to comprehend many times. At that time, he thought, in another ten, twenty, thirty years...... Even if it goes on like this for the rest of my life, I won't feel lonely - how can I be lonely when I am close to the Buddha, I can communicate with the gods and Buddhas, and I can study the endless universe.