The wind and rain stopped for a while, and the rain that had accumulated overnight dripped from the eaves of the carved grass and fell into front of the steps.

"Tick-tock-"

In the silence of the night, it was like a whisper that fell all over the ground.

The tall man, with the well-trained guards behind him, had silently carried the bustard's body out and restored everything to its original state.

The blood on the palace bricks has been washed away by the influx of rainwater, and it is getting lighter and lighter, as if the evil has been eliminated.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid." The man had a solemn face and few words, and after dealing with everything with his guards, he was about to retire.

Chaolu, who was full of tears, smiled and slowly got up in his clothes. The small hand under the robe hooked the man's arrow sleeve.

He paused, froze in place, and looked back in surprise.

Chaolu raised his head, smiled lightly, and stared at the man in front of him.

If there's any benefit to starting over, it's that she knows everyone's future.

Just like at this time, the guard of the forbidden army who put on a coat for her in a muffled voice will be Zou Yun, the general who will follow Li Yao to conquer the Western Regions in the future.

She couldn't help but take a closer look at the man in front of her.

At this time, General Zou Yun was clearly just a few years older than her, dressed in silk clothes and silver armor, and already had a sturdy figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

In the end, it is a hybrid of Hu people and Liang people, although it is the figure of Hu people, it is the delicate appearance of Han men.

At this time, he was already the leader of the forbidden army in the court of Uzi, and he had risen so fast.

I think that when she first noticed this man, he was dressed in an ill-fitting coarse linen shirt, with cuffs and feet a few inches shorter. He was just a horse slave in her palace at that time, because she raised her beloved horse very well, knew the horse nature, knew the horse physiognomy well, and was a material that could be made, she pointed it out to her father at will, and since then he has been incorporated into the forbidden army of the Uzi royal court, and then promoted step by step to become the chief of the guard, in charge of the royal court and beyond.

Later, Li Yao was involved in Uzi and pointed at the Western Regions, he had a discerning eye and brought Zou Yun under his command. As a result, this mixed-race boy has become Li Yao's "living map" all the way to the battle.

After Li Yao became the emperor, Zou Yun became the emperor's humerus with his supreme military exploits in recovering the Western Regions.

After her death, with Li Yao's thunderous means, his fate can be imagined.

At this time, she vaguely felt that this young general, who was always silently following behind the national teacher, had a unique heart for her.

In her previous life, she lived up to this heart.

But in this life, she is going to use this heart again.

Chao Lu gathered the snow on his body, stood up slowly, tilted his head, and stared at the dark-skinned young man in front of him without saying a word.

Seeing her looking at herself with tears in her smile, Zou Yun couldn't help but clench the silk handkerchief in her hand that she didn't dare to hand over, and her heart was also pinched.

"Chaolu thanked General Zou Yun."

She remembered his name! Zou Yun raised his head suddenly, but he thought again, but he was clearly not a general......

"This fur was hunted by Wei Chen himself, rest assured, Your Highness, I have never worn it......" Zou Yun's voice lowered.

He is just a manu, how can he deserve to wear this snow, but he doesn't know how many months it took Junlu to go to the tailor's place to make this clothes, and who he wants to give it to if he doesn't wear it.

She didn't seem to care, and walked along the stone steps wrapped tightly in his snow.

"General Zou, you see, my legs are much better, can you let me ride a horse in this court for a while?" Chaolu blinked, looking at the man who was silent.

Before her leg was injured, she often hid from her mother and third brother to go to the wilderness outside the Saiwai Wasteland, and returned happily for a day and a night. Since the leg injury, he has been lying on the couch and has not ridden a horse for a long time, and may not have seen him for a long time.

Kema, her connection to him, must come in handy today.

"If I don't leave this palace, I won't embarrass the general." She cautiously probed, "I'm confined here, it's still okay to ride a horse, right?" ”

What Zou Yun was thinking about at this time was not palace rules and military rules.

He knew that she had broken her leg in order to stop dancing.

Her dance, that night at the banquet, he also secretly ran over to watch one. The indescribable feeling, he only felt that being held by the enemy with a knife on the battlefield was not as frightening as this, and then it was her dancing in his dreams every night.

"General Zou Yun?" Her whisper came to her ears.

Zou Yun came back to her senses and silently asked her subordinates to lead her horse into the court.

Chaolu smiled and stroked her horsehair.

The horse's fur is black with reddish, a thick mane, and white hoof hair, like stepping on snow. It is a horse breed that can only be driven by the royal family of Northern Hungary, and it is the alpine horse breed Xueyun Pony that the third brother Luo Xiaote came to Northern Hungary to find for her, and she is very precious.

As a native of the Western Regions, Chaolu rides and shoots, and is skilled in arching and horses, all of which were taught by her third brother Luo Xiao since he was a child. Her father once praised her cavalry and archery, saying that she was better than his own soldiers.

It's a pity that even if she raised her legs, she later entered the palace, Li Yao never liked her Hu people's style, so she had no chance with the bow horse.

Chaolu tugged at the reins, jumped over, and mounted his horse.

Zou Yun's outstretched arms wanted to help her, but at the moment he was stuck in mid-air, quickly retracted it, and turned silently to collect the bridle for the horse, holding the reins in the palm of his hand.

silently led the horse for her in front.

Chaolu rode on a horse, looking at the golden walls and blue tiles of the Uzi royal court and the white tower of the dome.

"General Zou," she said quietly, "outside this square inch of land, there is a great desert and a vast sea, vast mountains and rivers. Would you like to see it? ”

Zou Yun followed her gaze to the sky, nodded and said:

"The man is ambitious in all directions, and Weichen has always admired the hussar general to recover the Hexi Corridor, and he is a model for my generation."

Hearing him say this, Chaolu, who was familiar with the aftermath, couldn't help but smile.

He has only reclaimed one of the Hexi Corridors.

And your iron hooves will travel all over the Western Regions.

Leaving a name in history, it will be a strong stroke in the history books of Daliang.

"General Zou is not a thing in the pool, and he will not be trapped in the walls of this palace all the time......" She looked at Zou Yun who was walking in front of her and slowed down, and threw a crucial sentence to him in a laughing tone, "I don't want to be imprisoned in the palace for the rest of my life." ”

The light and fluttering sound was scattered in the wind, but it was like cutting the carrion on the scar alive, revealing the ulcer carbuncle with pus inside.

Zou Yun paused, hung his head, and was silent.

The old bustard was invited into her dormitory, and his shrill voice teased from time to time, and he and his men were patrolling the front of the hall, both in their eyes and in their ears.

Everyone knows what the so-called is. Everyone else was interested in all kinds of lust, but his heart was as uncomfortable as if it was being pressed by a boulder.

Isn't she the most honorable Uzi princess in the house, and why is she forced to teach with the old bustard?

He thought about it, but he felt that his breathing was not smooth, and it became more and more difficult to understand.

The horse neighed impatiently, and Zou Yun remembered to lead the horse and continue to walk.

His hesitation and hesitation were all seen by Chaolu.

She knew that he was ordered to guard her and guard the theft, which was easier said than done. He wouldn't risk being dismissed from her job today.

But she is more thoughtful than in her previous life, even if she is like a reed grass, but once she is planted in his heart, she can sink into his flesh inch by inch, and sooner or later it will take root and sprout.

In this way, one day, straw can crush a camel.

"General Zou, my leg is starting to hurt again. I can't ride anymore, so go back. She said softly.

Although it was only a few steps from the entrance of her dormitory. The horse couldn't go far among the four high walls, but she said to him anyway. It seems that the two of them are playmates in this small world, not master and servant.

He did not speak, but bowed silently, serving as her footstool like an old manu.

Chao Lu said in his heart, he is really the same as in his previous life, he is a taciturn man.

She helped him up and said softly:

"General Zou, you are no longer a manu, and you don't have to bend your knees for anyone in the future."

What she always remembered was that every time Li Yaosheng came, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military teachers did not have to kneel and salute him.

Hearing this, Zou Yun was stunned and couldn't help straightening his back.

He said in his heart, didn't he? But he still remembered that in the past, His Highness would praise him for the stability of his human stool.

Snow Cloud is a tall horse, and when Chaolu dismounted, his injured right leg did not stand firmly, and he stumbled and fell in the crook of a pair of powerful arms.

Xu was a little cool when the wind blew, but she felt that her arms were very tight, and they were as hot as fire.

"Forgiveness, forgiveness for trespassing." He buried his head lower, and the base of his ears was slightly red.

Chaolu didn't say anything, only smiled.

In fact, most of the women in the Western Regions are hearty and open, how can they care about the big defense and red tape of those men and women in the Han region.

But when she saw that he was so nervous, she felt a little more clear in her heart.

In his previous life, it was Li Yao who discovered Zou Yun as a general, and he swore allegiance to him and fought bravely on the battlefield; In this life, she chose him first, will he bow down to her too?

As long as she can escape from this Uzi royal court, the vastness of the Western Regions and the vastness of the world, Li Yao can do it, and she can also do it.

Chaolu's cold eyes flickered like stars, and a smile gradually rose to the corners of her lips. A touch of her afterglow was fixed on the tense man beside her.

The Buddha has a pure heart and few desires, only practicing, this card, there are too many variables, for her, maybe she can't climb high, maybe it's far from enough.

And this future general, she must also hold it firmly in her hands.

……

These days the sky is clear and the stars are shining, so she walks her horse in this courtyard for fun. Zou Yun and her words gradually increased, and occasionally talked about interesting things outside the palace walls.

One day, when it was just dusk, the attendant Biyue hurriedly came, and saw Chaolu and Zou Yun chatting and laughing on horses in the court, and said:

"The king has just released His Highness's confinement, and asked His Highness to go to the Buddha Hall immediately......"

Chaolu smiled in his heart.

In the past few days, Luo Sumi must have sent a beautiful woman to tempt the Buddha, and he must not have even looked at it. She is the only one who can step into the Buddha hall openly.

Her mission was not completed, and Luo Sumi had to go out again. He doesn't care who she kills or who she has fun with, as long as he still uses her skin, he won't mess with her.

It's time, Chao Lu turned around and glanced at Zou Yun, and said with a faint smile:

"General Zou, see you next time."

Zou Yun bowed slightly, his face expressionless.

He knew where she was going and what she was doing.

But there was nothing he could do.

The girl's garnet-colored skirt disappeared behind the carved porch in a flash. Where no one could see, Zou Yun covered the hands holding the reins behind him, clenched them little by little, and twisted them into fists.

***

The Buddha hall is secluded.

When night falls, the majestic King Kong Arhat statue in the day looks ghostly and a little crazy at night.

Chaolu walked into the temple and lit a candle.

She carried a few shark oil candles that did not have aphrodisiac spices and brought them to the Buddha hall.

"Brother Xiang?" She lowered her voice and called tentatively.

No one answered.

Her heart was beating and she held up the candle and looked forward. A small cluster of candle flames can only illuminate a short stretch of the road in front of you.

Chaolu walked inward step by step and saw Luo Xiang under the Buddha shrine.

He sat on his knees on the futon, his back straight, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate. When she got closer, she saw that his thin hands were crimson and purple, and his long, slender fingers were stiff and trembling.

She has heard about it in the past few days, and Luo Sumi does not dare to use heavy punishment in order to severely punish the Buddha, let alone be found to be injured by the Buddha. In Buddhism, "coming out of the body and blood of the Buddha" is the sin of eternal fall into hell, and even the king who does not believe in religion is still jealous.

Therefore, in the name of praying for the blessing of the people, Luo Sumi ordered him to copy tens of millions of scriptures by hand in one day.

It is the cold of spring, and such torture does not leave traces on the surface, but it actually hurts the muscles and bones.

This is a pair of Buddha's hands. In the future, the Buddhist verses written by these hands will be recited by believers all over the world, and the translated scriptures will be spread all over the world and will be regarded as the guideline of liberation.

If it weren't for her escape, how could these hands be tortured like this?

A trace of astringency oozed from Chaolu's heart, and he couldn't help but reach out and shake his stiff fingers.

He seemed to feel something, and his fingertips moved slightly, inadvertently slashing across her wrist, rolling a tingle in her heart.

Chaolu withdrew his hand in fright, calmed down, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still resting with his eyes closed.

She felt that it would be blasphemy to get closer to him.

She took a step back, leaned against the case, and saw half a volume of neatly copied scriptures from the Lengyan Sutra.

She didn't study the Buddhist scriptures at all, but she had a lot of experience with "Lengyan". In her previous life, there was a year of Wanshou Festival, in order to celebrate Li Yao's birthday, she also hand-copied the whole volume of Lengyan, coaxing Li Yao Longyan to be happy.

Because, in the previous life, the holy monk and national teacher admired this sutra the most, and when teaching her Chinese, he often used excerpts from the scriptures as materials to point out the interpretations to her one by one.

"Lengyan" begins with breaking the demon and ends with the demon. Correct awareness, clear mind, not deceived by evil spirits. He often said.

At that time, she was still laughing at him in her heart, trying in vain to turn her into a demon girl with a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures.

She has nothing to repay for his suffering, and she may be able to copy some scriptures for him tonight.

Thinking of this, she sat cross-legged on the futon, opened the half-copied "Lengyan", took a handful of water with a pair of plain hands, poured it on the inkstone, and began to study the ink and write the pen.

The candle flame burns, the wax ash becomes a mound, and a little bit is dotted with lotus carvings on the candlestick.

Under the lamp, Chao Lu lay on the desk, his head lowered, and a few strands of sideburns were reflected on the girl's white face, swaying like water waves with the firelight, and the soft light was rippling.

On the side of the forearm, which was as smooth as white jade, the stack of jute paper full of scriptures was covered one page after another, and they were piled up into a mountain.

Chaolu rarely made muscles and bones, copied Buddhist scriptures for an hour, his arms were sore, and his back was relaxed. She twisted her aching wrists and stretched her numb legs.

The edges of the robe spread out like clouds, and gently brushed a pair of hands that fell to the ground beside him.

The slender figure, blocking half of the candlelight, was like a cloud, projected on the pale face of the person sitting quietly beside him, swaying slightly.

Chaolu wanted to get up, but felt a tightness under him.

She looked back.

The light and shadow are widespread, illuminating the silhouettes of the men on the side, as handsome as white jade carving.

He was not in meditation, but seemed to be asleep.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, her hands were protruding, her wrists were thin but powerful, and she grabbed the corners of her drooping clothes and rubbed them in the intricate palm prints.

The hidden green tendons on her wrist instantly bulged, and her arm suddenly tightened, and she violently tugged at the corner of her clothes, hugging her whole person into her arms.