The night is quiet.

The court of the Uzi royal court held a banquet, and a group of beams dressed in cloud-patterned green robes made the ministers enter, and the sound of drinking and having fun faintly came from a distance.

Chaolu stood in the depths of the palace, in front of a deep lake of clear blue water. She was dressed in a dark coat and hood, hidden in the night, looking at the pavilions and pavilions from afar.

The uncle was called the queen and often entertained the envoys of the Great Liang at banquets in the royal court.

In her previous life, she didn't realize that at this time, the relationship between her uncle and Daliang was so close. She remembered the ending of her previous life, and she only felt cold sweat.

Since the Great Liang several battles overwhelmed the Northern Hungarian and opened up the Hexi Corridor, the gateway to the Western Regions, the famous minister Zhang sent an envoy to the Western Regions, and once said that "those who get Uzi get the Western Regions", since then the Great Liang has continuously sent envoys to win over Uzi, and her mother, the noble daughter of the clan, was named the princess of Chengyi and married to the king of Uzi, that is, her father.

My father once swayed between Northern Hun and Daliang, and neither side wanted to offend.

After her uncle seized the throne, she married her mother again, sent a letter of state to repair with Daliang, and won the support of Daliang. The Liang people wanted to seize their uncle, the pro-Liang King of Uzi, in order to seek the Western Regions and the world.

The envoy turned to his uncle and wanted the Buddha to break his vows and fall and keep his throne. It is understandable that each has its own master.

But they shouldn't have involved her in the game.

If they had to, they would have to die.

There was a sound of small footsteps on the shore of the lake, and Chaolu turned around and asked the visitor:

"Did you find it?"

Viyue is a personal attendant who has grown up with her since childhood. Although she was surprised that she was different from the past, she still whispered back:

"As His Royal Highness said, today there is an envoy surnamed Liu Mingqizhang, the first time he entered the royal court, at this time he went to the banquet outside the palace gate, and he has not yet entered the banquet."

At this palace banquet in the previous life, my uncle summoned dozens of beautiful women to persuade him to drink, but the Buddha refused to break the wine ring. The uncle was furious, but because of his identity, it was difficult to force him in public.

If the Buddha breaks the vows, he must be willing to be willing to be useful, otherwise, it will only cause the crowd to be excited.

It was Liu Qizhang who later said to his uncle:

"When the Buddha was young, he was in love with Her Royal Highness. The princess is both beautiful and artistic, or it can be used by the king. ”

When the Buddha's son Luo Xiang was the ninth prince of Uzi, he cultivated Buddhism since he was a child, and he only had a few relationships with her, and there was no intersection.

This person opened his mouth and wanted to use his mouth to make meritorious contributions, but she was burdened by this skin in her previous life, and she was tortured by this on her birthday.

Before he got close to his uncle in this life, she had to strike first.

She vaguely remembered that this thin man often sat at the back of the front row of General Uzi, half hidden in the curtains, silently watching her dance, as if watching.

Looking at her eyes, fixed, as if glowing with a ghostly light. This kind of gaze, she has seen countless times in countless men in her last life. It's just a man who dares to think and dare not move.

Chaolu smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and his face was cold. She took a piece of paper from her sleeve and flicked it with her fingertips.

"Go, find someone to stop him, give this to him." Chaolu brushed the broken hair between his forehead, the corners of his lips hooked, and said, "Just say, I want to see him."

Biyue was startled, and saw that the hibiscus on the note was one by one, which seemed to be a handwritten letter used by a girl to convey love, and said:

"Your Highness, this is the ...... to find this person"

"No other." Chao Lu raised his eyebrows and sneered, "He deserves to die." ”

The wind was slow, blowing a few wisps of smoke on the surface of the lake. The morning dew by the lake casually flicked the silk agate ring on her index finger.

Everyone thinks that she Luo Chaolu is relying on a good skin, and she is beautiful, but she is just a silk flower.

But I don't know that the silk flower is also known as the killing vine, and its vine seems to be weak, but it is actually a killing weapon, which can strangle the towering tree between square inches.

Reliving a lifetime, she is still the silk flower that is attached to others, but she also wants to be a murderous vine that controls her own destiny.

……

Liu Qizhang, a native of Dunhuang County, Daliang, although his father was a small adjutant, but he was ordered to follow Princess Chengyi and Qin Wuzi, so he was able to accompany him, and was later promoted to a long history.

As soon as he entered the court of the Uzi royal court, he was amazed by the magnificence of this great country in the Western Regions.

He couldn't help but think, would Chang'an City, thousands of miles away, be more majestic than this? He had a small calculation in his heart, if this trip went well, he would stay up for a few more years, and with his ability, he would be rewarded for recovering the Western Regions and returning to Chang'an.

When he received the handwritten letterhead from the princess, he was so surprised that he almost jumped up, and with trembling hands he turned the letterhead over and over again several times, but he could not calm the manic heartbeat.

I can't help but think of the dancing posture I saw the princess a few days ago.

is worthy of being the princess of the Western Regions, and the Qinlou Chu Pavilion in Dunhuang County where he lingered in the past has never seen such a color among the Oiran. Obviously, the girl's face is beautiful, but her figure is all enchanting and moving. He was obsessed with it, and he was so upset at the moment.

The night was dark, and the remote trail palace lights were dim, and there was no way to illuminate it.

At the banquet, he drank a few cups, and at this time he felt that his steps were frivolous, his eyes were misty, and he almost hit the rockery jungle in front of him.

There are shadows and shadows, as if there is a corner of the red dress hidden among the verdant mountains and rocks.

He staggered left and right, and suddenly a pair of hands stretched out from behind the rockery and pulled him in.

"Liu Lang ......" a shy call brushed his ears, and a pair of slippery hands snatched away the letterhead he was holding tightly.

It's too dark in the rockery to see people clearly. It was only visible that there was a snow-white plump body in front of him, but it was enough to make his lower abdomen irritable after drinking.

"Liu Lang, have you said anything to the king?" The delicate voice asked.

He was drunk and confused, and swallowed his saliva fiercely before replying in a dumb voice:

"Today, I only drank with my peers, and before I could speak to the king, I hurried to see His Highness......

There seemed to be someone breathing a sigh of relief, the snow was undulating, he was about to bury his head down, smell the spring red fragrant sweat, and suddenly felt the back of his head sink.

When he fell, there seemed to be a golden and brilliant scene of Chang'an flashing in front of him.

Immediately after that, he fell into the deep lake in a drowsy state. The waves swelled, enveloping his body and falling, and he fluttered a few times, the endless currents robbing him of his breath.

The blue waves rippled, and the ripples in circles reflected two slender figures on the shore, who were coldly watching the man sink to the bottom of the lake.

This lake is extremely deep, this person can't swim, and the gods can't save it.

When the corpse floats on the surface of the water in the future, it will only be judged that he will fall into the rockery and fall into the lake after drinking.

There are countless Liang envoys who died in the Western Regions, and no one cares about the life and death of a small long history.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Asaka looked at the orchid autumn leaves on the side.

Autumn leaves changed into her shirt and skirt, and deliberately pretended to be her in the rockery to seduce Liu Qizhang. The dancing queen in the royal court, Le Ji, is the orchid of the Xianle Pavilion in the city, most of them are orphans who have no father and mother under the chaos of the Western Regions, and they sell their lives to make a living, which is very pitiful. Chaolu didn't have many friends in the palace in her previous life, and she often disguised herself to eat and drink with them, and they were all women with true temperament, but they also got along freely.

Autumn leaves were pulling their clothes, and they spat into the lake, and said:

"I didn't touch it, this coward. Phew, what a thing, dare to covet the princess. ”

"You quietly go out of the city to avoid the limelight, don't come back in less than a month, and the money will buy you wine and food." Chaolu handed her a bag of money.

Akiba stuffed the seized letterhead into her hand and said with a smile:

"I've always remembered your kindness, and next time there is such a thing, just come to me." She took the money with a big grin, and did not shirk it, and as soon as her crescent-like eyes hooked, she clapped her hands and left.

Chaolu lifted the glass cover of the palace lamp on the side, rolled up the letterhead, and lit a fire on the lamp and candle.

She watched quietly as the flames ignited wantonly, devouring the pale hibiscus on the petals of the note one by one.

A nameless glimmer of pleasure rose in his heart.

The jade finger stirred lightly, shook the burned paper ashes, and the spark flew over, almost burning his eyes.

She closed her eyes, and the moment she opened them again, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heart moved.

The last ray of flame from the letterhead in his hand shone on the other side of the lake, and a man was standing.

Time seemed to stand still, only the sleeves of the robe gently swayed with the waves of the lake.

A secret and far-reaching gaze was looking at her through a lake of spring water.

It's just a black silhouette, with a blurred face, but with a penetrating gaze. It was like the cold snow in the mountains, melting and melting, shining on her body like a burn.

At this time, although she didn't see each other, she was very sure in her heart.

That's him.

She has only seen such a gaze in the eyes of one person, dead and alive, unforgettable.

The morning dew is like above the clear waves on the lake, looking at the reflection of the previous life.

The admiration of all the people in the sea of people, the burning gaze when hugging each other, and the silent look back after leaving......

The few silent glances between her and him were like a little spark, igniting the long-barren memories in her heart with a snap of her fingers.

In his previous life, his uncle imprisoned the Buddha in the palace, dozens of people clamped him up, poured deer blood wine into his throat, and summoned dozens of beautiful women, and Yingying Yanyan scratched his head in front of him.

The Buddha's posture is like jade, immovable, for several days he has always held a prayer bead, closed his eyes and chanted, not moved by the beauty at all.

In the end, Mei Ji gradually dispersed, Chao Lu was dressed in crepe and neon clothes, dancing with flowers, dancing in broken steps, lying in front of the Buddha, lying on her side, breathing like an orchid:

"Mage, aren't they beautiful?"

"Hibiscus is white-faced, but pink skull." He said.

The precious shark oil lamp candle is half bright and half extinguished, and the fragrance is charming. The soft gauze tent is like smoke and mist, swaying back and forth, faintly outlining two beautiful outlines.

In the tent, the Buddha was sweating profusely, his lips were soaked in blood-red, his mouth was open, and he was chanting constantly.

She wiped the sweat from his forehead, neck, and chest, only to feel that he was as hot as fire, trembling, and his tightly pursed lips and tongue were almost bitten:

"Mage, you're having a hard time...... Why not relieve? ”

"All the flesh and all the wombs are illusions. What you see is emptiness, what you see is also emptiness, and what you see is nothing, and so is your ears, nose, and tongue. He said.

Her jade arms stretched out lightly, hooked his neck, and bit her lower lip lightly, and said softly:

"Master, you love me, and I love you, why don't you go to Bliss together?"

"What do you love me?" He asked.

"I love your eyes, my nose, my mouth, my ears, and my body." She tapped her fingertips from his face to his neck, caressing his tightly closed eyelids one by one, eyelashes as dense as a feather fan, and his white jade carved face.

The Buddha shook his head and said:

"There are tears in the eyes, but there are spittle in the mouth, there is dirt in the ears, and there is feces and urine in the body, and the smell of urine is not clean."

She paused for a moment, and then the cloth was slightly lifted, her clothes slowly slipped off, and the soft gauze was stacked on top of the bundle that was not in her hand.

Flawless white jade, with bud red stamen, the world's stunning color.

She smiled and asked:

"If the mage really has no distractions, why don't you dare to open your eyes to me?"