In her previous life, Luo Chaolu was the daughter of the prince of Uzi and the first beauty in the Western Regions.

That year, during the Buddha Bathing Festival, I heard that she would pretend to be the Venerable Lady Qianchan at the grand event, and many people traveled thousands of miles to Uzi and circled the royal city several times, just to be able to see her face from afar.

The posture is beautiful, and all sides are poured.

Originally, she was coerced by the new king Luo Sumi to force her to betray her hue, which made the Buddha break her vows. She was dazzled by the clouds of wealth and wealth, and responded disdainfully, but she planted a heel in the Buddha.

In one of the few encounters, the Buddha was holding upright, not afraid of sound, calmly closing his eyes and leading tens of millions of monks. The robe that was as bright as clouds and snow was like a god in her eyes, and she couldn't be forced to look at it.

But the gods are ruthless and desireless, and they only have all things in their eyes, but they are the only ones who have never looked at her.

Others only need her fingers slightly hooked, and they will come forward diligently; But for the Buddha, even if she tried her best to flatter him, she was just a mirror and indifferent.

How could she have been so wronged? She was born with a good skin that others couldn't ask for, and when she was young, she was loved by her father and thousands of people, and she was arrogant and domineering.

The princes and nobles of Uzi, all men are holding their hearts and letting her play with them.

Even though there are countless courtiers, she has never been moved by any man.

But she thought to a person who shouldn't be there: What would it be like if the Buddha who was high up and unstained with dust was also reduced to her subordinate?

The world sighs that the tiger is out of the sheng, but they love to see the turtle and jade in the destruction.

The more you can't get it, the more you want to hold it in the palm of your hand. She vowed to pull the gods down from the altar and take them for herself.

As a result, he has become a deep demon in her heart, and she is also a disaster for him.

The night breeze blows here, and the lake waves are rippling, which makes people feel emotional.

The past gradually receded, and the thin clothes on Chaolu's body were soaked in sweat, blown by the wind, and the cold was like a needle, and there was a shiver under the skin.

He has been standing on the opposite shore, the lake is unobstructed, and the scenery of the rockery on this shore is unobstructed.

She seduced Liu Qizhang and then killed the killer. Has he seen all these acts?

She seemed to be poked in the heart by that extremely faint gaze.

In the last life, she tried her best to charm him in front of him, and used all her scheming to lure him to break his vows, and finally harm others and herself.

I still remember the last night, the young Buddha stretched out his hand to her, looked at her and said:

"The sea is boundless, and the shore is back. I have crossed you with my own body today, and you are willing to practice with me from now on? ”

At that moment, the happiness of her heart and body hit together, she was lost in the waves, and deceived him again, promising to cultivate herself and be a good person.

Later, she did want to repent for a while, but unfortunately, she was finally forced to enter the Daliang Palace and became a concubine.

She was helpless, her body was like a flutter, in order to survive in the deep palace, she had to do whatever it took to serve people with Israel, and provoked one murder after another.

Only at night, the palace jade steps are as cold as water, she will hold the candle window, look at the four high walls, and always think of the romantic night to death, and there is a man who crosses her with his body.

She was glad that he was not in the palace and would not see her bloody with one hand and seductive with the other.

When she was dying in Leiyin Temple, she knelt in front of the gods and Buddhas, vowing to see him again in an afterlife.

Unexpectedly, on the first night of her rebirth, she got her wish to meet him, but let him meet her cruel and cold-blooded side.

The flames of the letterhead sparkled and burned her hand, burning from her fingertips to her heart.

Chaolu was burned back to her senses and shook off the burnt ashes. As the flames burned out, it fainted, and the night sank again.

The figure turned and walked away as if it had never existed.

Like a brief meeting of lights in the polar night, the stars illuminate the darkest and darkest night sky, but they disappear in an instant.

She stepped towards Lu and tried to chase after her, but she trotted up with a tearing pain in her ankle wound, and she was not happy, only to see the figure flicker by, disappearing behind the corridor.

In the corridor, three or two envoys came down from the night banquet and whispered as they walked by:

"The nine princes, the moon and the breeze, are really immortal-like characters. If Uzi can have nine princes in charge......"

"How can there be any Nine Princes, they are Buddhas."

"I don't know what will happen to the new king. At the banquet, the Buddha refused to break the vows and did not hesitate to fight with his life, which was really tragic. ”

"I heard that the king used that medicine in the Buddha hall, and just sent a few more beautiful women...... Hey, the Buddha broke the vows, only in the twilight. ”

A group of sighs of regret passed by, and Chaolu's heart was shocked.

The Buddha has only been in the palace for a day, and Luo Sumi can't wait to start. In this life, without Liu Qizhang's slander and blowing, will Luo Sumi still find her?

"Your Highness......" Viyue's call came.

Chaolu turned around, and saw Biyue coming in a hurry, her face was cloudy, and when she saw her, she whispered:

"Why is Your Highness still here, so that I can find it...... Your Majesty, the king summoned men to the palace and said that he wanted you to come over......"

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The main hall of the palace of Uzi is painted with pure gold lacquer, and under the reflection of candles in the hall, it shines like pieces of gold scales.

In the depths of the main hall there is a small domed hall, which was originally the study of the father. When Chaolu was young, he was often held on his father's lap and watched him handle the reception of envoys and state affairs.

After Chaolu walked into the hall step by step, he felt that he had returned from this life, and his eyes were full of gold lacquer murals, and even the blue and blue tiles with water lily patterns had not faded, and they were still the same as when he was a child.

It's just that Zhu Yan changed.

When the attendant at the gate of the hall saw her coming, he bowed slightly, and the head of the front glanced at her and looked at her unscrupulously.

Dressed in an emerald crepe fairy dress, the high neckline with flower clusters only shows the snow skin looming on the side of the neck. Even if it seems to be deliberately pure, it is still difficult to hide the spring color.

The man looked straight, swallowed his saliva, and said:

"Her Royal Highness will wait a moment, and the slaves will go to spread the word to the new king."

When her father was there, where did she want to go, who dared to stop her, what was she wearing, and who dared to look at it like that? At this time, she was under the eaves and had to bow her head, and she lowered her eyes and whispered.

When the man saw that she was obedient, he smiled and walked inside.

Later, the man led her through several cloud-patterned jade carved screens to the hall.

"That person doesn't enter with oil and salt, if the monks outside find out that they are going to attack the royal city, what should they do?!" There was a roar of Luo Sumi's tantrum inside, and he slammed the bookcase in one fell swoop.

Every time there was an earthquake, the little attendant who stood silently in front of the hall trembled once.

Chaolu's hand hanging down his sleeve clenched tightly, wrinkling a few inches of clothing. She pinched her palms with her fingernails, trying to compose herself.

She walked slowly, bowed to the new king of Uzi, and bowed down:

"My son meets his father."

Every word came out of her mouth, as if it were pierced in her heart. She hung her head on the back of her folded hands on the ground, and tried to suppress the breath, but did not look up.

After the case, Luo Sumi turned around in the crowd of ministers, and saw the woman kneeling on the ground, a strand of waist about to the ground, extremely respectful and respectful. The corners of his slightly bearded lips were raised high, and it was difficult to hide the smug look, and his heart was immediately much more comfortable, beckoning:

"Morning dew, why do you bother to make such a big gift? Come, come here. ”

Chaolu got up and only took a few steps forward, not approaching the group. When she lowered her head, she felt that countless eyes in the hall fell on her, looking at her standing alone at the other end.

She couldn't help but think of her previous life, when Li Yao played with her and the courtiers to play with the treasures of the tributes of various countries, she also looked like this. Li Yao dotes on her and will be chosen by her.

At that time, she was full of joy and gratitude, but she did not think that she was no different from this stack of rare tributes.

"It's really stunning."

One of the envoys sighed, and then fell silent again.

Everyone sighed in their hearts, what is the use of being stunning, it is not to be a mermaid.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the nearest envoy beside Luo Sumi bowed to the new king and said:

"Congratulations to the new king, so many daughters."

"Her Royal Highness the princess has a heavenly and national appearance, no wonder the Buddha has also moved his heart."

Chaolu looked up suddenly.

Obviously, Liu Qizhang is dead, and he hasn't talked about it yet, how did this person know?

The envoy who opened his mouth was also a Liang person.

She was too anxious, and she was afraid of revealing her flaws, so she didn't ask Liu Qizhang where the rumor came from. At this time, Fang knew that Liu Qizhang was not the only one who planned to persuade the new king to dedicate her to the Buddha.

Behind them, who is trying to harm her?

Chaolu buried his head, and the bottom of his heart suddenly became cold, only to feel a cold sweat soaking his back for a moment.

Under her eyes, a pair of lion-print golden boots approached her step by step. She involuntarily took a few steps back.

Luo Sumi wanted to brush the leaves off her body, but her outstretched hand hung in the air, and she waved her hand violently. The ministers retreated in amusement.

The hall was silent again, and before Chaolu could catch her breath, she was grabbed by her wrist violently.

She didn't dare to break free, and pursed her lips tightly.

"Asakaru, what are you afraid of?" Feeling her hand trembling, Luo Su let go impatiently and said, "I am your uncle, and now I am your father." O Chaolu, I love your mother so much, as long as I am on the throne for a day, no one will dare to touch your mother and you. ”

Not again. In the previous life, it was also this set of rhetoric. But when she was sent to the Buddha and then to Li Yao, she never saw a single soft-heartedness.

"But what if someone wants to touch my throne now?"

Chaolu buried his head deeply and said in a low voice:

"Chaolu is just a weak woman, and she can't share worries about national affairs."

Luo Sumi paced slowly beside her, and Chaolu felt his peering gaze sweep over her like a snake letter.

"Your eldest brother rebelled and was killed by me, your third brother's whereabouts are unknown, I thought I could sit on the throne, but I didn't expect you to have a ninth brother. He's a Buddha, I can't touch him, but ......"

"You can."

He raised his eyebrows, and a grim smile appeared in his eyes:

"They all said that the Buddha was pleased with you......"

"No, it's not." Chaolu looked up. It's nonsense. How could he be pleased with her, he avoided her like a snake and scorpion in his previous life. She took a deep breath, shook her head, and said:

"He only treats me as a sister."

"I don't ask him, I only ask you. You don't want to? Luo Sumi frowned dissatisfiedly, reached out and brushed her few strands of scattered sideburns, hooked them on her fingertips, and pulled her scalp with a little force, so painful that she pulled the corners of her mouth.

Chaolu thought that Luo Sumi was trying to win over Liang in his last life, and even groveled to the new emperor Li Yao later. She settled down and said:

"In Daliang, brothers and sisters are not allowed to marry, this is a reversal of incest. If the father wants to be friendly with the beam, how can he ignore the people's wishes? If Emperor Daliang knew that you were so disregarding the Three Principles and Five Constants, how would he allow you? If someone makes a big fuss about you as a king, but fortunately it is not right, what is it okay? ”

Luo Sumi was not shocked at all, but sneered and said:

"But Chaolu, he's not your own brother. I have found out that he is not my eldest brother's own son, but an orphan brought back from Daliang. At today's feast, I have stripped him of his title of prince, and he has been a commoner ever since. is no longer your ninth brother. ”

Luo Chaolu sat on the ground, physically and mentally cold.

She didn't expect that Luo Xu would start so quickly, and she couldn't make excuses to delay.

The status of the prince has always been a threat to the throne for Luo Sumi. Too many people will fall to his side because Luo Xiang is a prince - even if the Buddha has no intention of ascending to the throne, his ambition is not here.

Since Luo Sumi is the king, he must first take the name of the prince of Luoxiang, and then go to his Buddha body, so that he can sit back and relax.

His smile spread out and was meaningful:

"Chaolu, he is not your brother, and you are the only one, so he can no longer be a Buddha."

Chaolu took a few steps back, wanting to run, but where could she run.

"The love between men and women is human nature." Luo Sumi's cruel and shameless voice came from the top of his head, "The princess is stunning, and with a little medicinal power, even if she is a Buddha, it will be difficult to control it......"

"Tonight, why don't the princesses spend a good night with the Buddha?"