Xiao Huai'an yawned lazily, looked up at the full moon hanging in the dark blue night, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, the tails of his eyes were red because of sleepiness, and his slender fingers held a handful of green The folding fan of the jade skeleton knocked on the shoulder of the monk holding the lamp in front of him, and asked, "How long will it take to reach the small gate you mentioned, I'm sleepy and don't want to go."
"Hurry up, hurry up, just go around the two scripture buildings in front." The monk didn't turn his head, and responded lightly. Come down, "The little monk said that it is late at night, and it is fine for the prince to stay in the monk's meditation room. It is the prince who wants to go, and if he wants to go, he chooses a side door in the corner instead of going through the usual door. Who is to blame? ?”
"I'm not used to sleeping on your hard board bed, and your pile of make-up stuff, I get a headache when I see it. I really don't know how Master Du'er tolerated you." Xiao Huaian snorted.
While talking, the two arrived at the side door, and the monk holding the lamp in front finally showed his face, and he really had a good appearance. A melon-seeded face, rosy smiling lips, a golden lotus flower birthmark between the full forehead, a pair of peach blossom eyes under the two straight eyebrows, gold in the dark pupils, a line of eyeliner drawn with rouge under the lower eyelids, upturned Half of the peach blossom petals are outlined at the end of the eyes, which is the most popular peach blossom makeup in Dachu nowadays. It's just that this monk doesn't have any of the coquettishness that other people's chain-link flowers show. Even though his face is painted with a slightly weird makeup, it doesn't prevent this monk from being dignified and dignified, with the appearance of an eminent monk who has seen through the world.
"That's just a little hobby of the little monk, it's okay, and the master will naturally not care about it."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it is said that the four elements of the family are empty, Yuan Ren, you said that you pay so much attention to your appearance, how can you conform to the four elements?" Xiao Huaian hugged his shoulders, and the folding fan in his right hand knocked on his left shoulder again and again, the corners of his lips curled up. He stood up, showing a warm smile.
"Emptyness is form, and form is emptiness. The little monk likes his own form, and this is emptiness." Yuan Ren held his right hand in front of his chest, arguing with Xiao Huaian solemnly.
"Hehe, you're the only one with a lot of nonsense. I really should let those old monks come out to see how you look like a 'Buddha son'." Xiao Huaian's gaze fell on the golden lotus on Yuan Ren's forehead, lightly The colored pupils gradually deepened.
Yuan Ren's eyes that had been light all the time also showed some mocking and compassionate emotions. He looked at the stars all over the sky, and his rosy lips parted slightly, "Is there a Buddha in my heart? I have transformed into a Buddha. Junzhu, what do you say Am I right?" The deliberately soft voice is more ethereal, coupled with this Buddhist temple, it really feels like the Buddha is coming to this world.
It's a pity that Yuan Ren can capture the admiration of the world with his unique voice, but Xiao Huai'an is the only monster among the world. You must know that the greatest joy of this evildoer in this life is to confuse all living beings and manipulate people's hearts.
"Oh, I'm too lazy to talk to you. I'll talk to you when I'm free." The wide sleeves of Xiao Huaian's valuable cloud embroidered silk summer shirt fluttered in the summer wind, and the black satin was pierced with silver thread. Dark lines, in the lights, shadows floating in the starlight, the end is noble and elegant, as if floating in heaven.
"My lord, you go back now..." Yuan Ren withdrew his gaze from looking at the starry sky, and called Xiao Huai'an who was walking out. Xiao Huaian tilted his head and asked, "What?"
"Little monk here, first wish the prince can fulfill his wish." Yuan Ren gave a salute with a smile.
Xiao Huaian didn't understand why the monk suddenly went crazy, he waved his hands lazily, and immediately walked towards the dark blue that was dozens of steps away.
Yuan Ren held the lamp and stood there silently, watching the slender, tall, elegant man get into the carriage, and then watched the carriage gradually go away, then turned around with a smile and walked back to the temple, borrowing the Light up the lights and walk slowly towards your meditation room. It's really interesting to think about it, I didn't expect that the master who is so dark inside can meet the destined one so soon, interesting, really interesting.
When the man sitting cross-legged on the ground saw Xiao Huaian approaching, he jumped up, flicked the dust off his clothes, took off the bamboo hat that covered his face, and revealed a face as beautiful as a beautiful woman, He stretched his waist and said: "Master, you have come out. I have already slept twice. The blue sky and the white sun are waiting for the moon to shine on the willow branches." Yes, my back hurts so much that I can’t straighten up, you just came here, shall we go back now?”
Xiao Huai'an got used to Yan Xu's habit of chanting, so he knocked on Yan Xu's shoulder with a fan, and said, "Hui, Xiumu can sleep late tomorrow." Yan Xu hurriedly went over to help Xiao Huai'an open the door of the carriage, and then He muttered: "I said, why did my master find such an unremarkable and shabby carriage when he came out this time, instead of the one you always use?"
In fact, to say that it is shabby would be a bit unfair to this carriage, no matter the two tall jujube-colored horses or the wooden frame boards pulling the carriage, even the covering cloth is the best, and people who are not rich and powerful will definitely not be able to afford it. However, Xiao Huai'an is the prince after all, Yuanhe Emperor's beloved son, the carriage he usually rides in is really luxurious, and there is the emblem of the royal family on the body. Comparing this carriage with that one at this time, it's no wonder that Yan Xu's mouth is so shabby.
"What kind of car should be driven by whoever, and you are the only one who can handle these two horse-drawn carriages well." Xiao Huaian leaned on the soft couch, threw the fan on the small table in front of him, and pulled it aside. A light blanket was placed on her lap. This car looks very ordinary from the outside, but the interior is exquisitely arranged. It is all arranged according to the car that Xiao Huai'an usually sits in on weekdays, so that this picky master can enjoy it at any time. "Remember to bring the bamboo hat to cover your iconic face."
Yan Xu wailed, and put on the bamboo hat, revealing only his pointed chin and that red smiling lip, "It's not my fault that I look good~ I said Lord, why did you bring me out alone? Well, you know that I can't drive a carriage! You take Qingfeng with you, or take Wen Lin with you, and just take me with you, what if something happens to you?"
"You are the commander of the king's guards, or the general Yunhui of the king's Yong'an palace. Now you tell the king that you can't solve the problem. Tell me, what use does the king want you for?" Xiao Huai'an fanned people impatiently. Handle went out, "Hurry up, I'm sleepy, and I want to go home to sleep."
"Don't say you're sleepy, my sleepy eyes hurt." Yan Xu shook off the reins, and drove the carriage slowly towards the south city where Yong'an Palace is located, and couldn't help muttering: "My lord, you are really patient, Monk Yuan Ren chanted for a while and I got a headache when I heard it, you have been staying for most of the day, and you don't dislike him for babbling."
Xiao Huai'an leaned on the soft cushion, closed his eyes, rolled his eyeballs under his eyelids, and was amused by Yan Xu. It was strange for him to be able to babble, a person who can talk from dawn to midnight without drinking a sip of water, but now he wants to talk about Yuanren babbling, and he deliberately increased his internal strength in case he would not hear him. Yan Xu's virtue without self-knowledge, he really had to accept it for more than twenty years.
But, speaking of Yuan Ren. Xiao Huai'an unconsciously recalled the year when he first met Yuan Ren. In the 24th year of Yuanhe, he was five years old and his brother was two years old. As Emperor Yuanhe's favorite eldest son, that age should have been the most arbitrary. Reckless and carefree, but he was forced to put away all his innocence and grow old early, protecting himself and taking care of his younger brother, because they lost their mother and concubine. That is, from that year, he began to frequently go to Pudu Temple to listen to Buddhist scriptures.
Most people in Dachu respect Buddhism. Pudu Temple is the national temple of Dachu. The abbot, Duer, is a master of Dachu’s national treasure level. Most of the people who can often go to listen to his lectures are relatives of the emperor. Of course, it also depends on the Whether there is a Buddha's fate, whether it can enter the Dharma eye of Master Du'er. But in the entire Great Chu royal family, only Concubine Shu and her eldest son Xiao Huai'an have this honor. Concubine Shu is convinced that her mother is proficient in Buddhism, and she has been friends with Master Du'er for many years. Xiao Huaian has the roots of wisdom. Since she was three years old, she and her mother and concubine went to Master Du'er to listen to the scriptures. At that time, he simply felt that listening to those scriptures with his mother and concubine was very interesting, and the time of worshiping Buddha with his mother and concubine was very quiet. He thought, maybe it would be very happy to have the same faith as his mother and concubine, and to be able to talk about scriptures and Taoism with her. matter. At the age of three, he was enlightened, and at the age of four, he still couldn't read all the characters. He took the Buddhist scripture that his mother and concubine always read, and copied it carefully stroke by stroke. He wanted to give it to his concubine as a birthday present. After a year of copying, what was the content and what was the name? At that time, he couldn't understand or recognize it completely. Is it the Nirvana Sutra or the Diamond Sutra? Or some other scripture? Now he can't remember. When he finally finished copying it, the scriptures full of immature handwriting became the funeral objects of his mother and concubine.
That year, he lived in Pudu Temple for three months, kneeling in front of the Buddha every day, not praying, but staring at the dignified Buddha statues, asking over and over again in his heart why he ate fast and did good deeds all his life His mother and concubine will be killed? Isn't it said that the Buddha is compassionate? Isn't it said that good people are rewarded with good rewards? Why did his mother and concubine die tragically?
He didn't cry or make noise or be sad or happy, Master Du'e couldn't relieve him. Until the first snow fell, Master Du'er led the legendary Buddha and appeared in front of him. That was Yuan Ren when he was a child, thin and small, even wrapped in the smallest white monk robe, he looked fat, like a younger brother who stole his elder brother's clothes. The wrists and palms exposed from the rolled-up cuffs look pitiful after being hungry for a long time, without the delicacy of grown-ups at all. There was neither sadness nor joy, the plain and compassionate golden eyes. After that day, Xiao Huai'an did not step into Pudu Temple again for a year. After he stepped into Pudu Temple again, Xiao Huai'an, the eldest prince who was most favored by Emperor Yuanhe, and Yuan Ren, a Buddhist son who was highly respected by monks, became close friends. .
Seeing that Xiao Huaian ignored him, Yan Xu probably took a nap, so he lowered his voice and started talking to himself. It wasn't until entering the West Market that Yan Xu was dazzled by the bustling crowd and the bright daylight lights, and then he slapped his head in frustration, and muttered in a low voice what kind of messed up festival this is, so many people gathered in the West Market, I really can't wait for the whole imperial city to join in the fun. The imperial city of Dachu is very large, with a large population and a fusion of ethnic groups. The imperial palace is in the east, the royal relatives and dignitaries live in the south city, and the west market runs various restaurants, inns, bookstores, cloth workshops and antiques. Therefore, the imperial city is also known as the city that never sleeps.
Xiao Huaian is happy and quiet, he doesn't have any important matters, especially he is not willing to enter this West Market. Yan Xu also hated Xishi, and logically speaking, his rambunctious temperament should go well with Xishi, but who made him have the face of the most beautiful woman in Dachu. The people of Great Chu are tough and open-minded, and there are many foreign nationals who live in the imperial city, and most of them are lively and enthusiastic. The number of times Yan Xu was thrown pearl hairpins by Seropa, and the number of times he stole small love poems was really countless. Such consequences directly caused him to be kicked out of the bedroom by Wen Lin, and thrown into the lotus pond to wash off the smell of powder all over his body. So letting Yan Xu step into the West Market without incident is more terrifying than spending his precious face.
Yan Xu didn't wait for the noble man in the car to speak, and consciously turned into a secluded path. The suddenly quiet and dark environment made Yan Xubeng's tense nerves relax for a moment, just in the blink of an eye, an accident happened.
The carriage that stopped suddenly awakened Xiao Huai'an who was in a light sleep. In the dark carriage, Xiao Huai'an took off the thin blanket on his lap and sat up slowly. With an unusually gentle smile, "What's wrong?"
"Master, I bumped into someone!" Yan Xu squatted beside the group of white-clothed youths on the ground, and poked the motionless youth with his fingers to confirm whether this person was just pretending or if he really knocked him out.
Xiao Huaian got off the carriage and went to Yan Xu's side. He saw a ball of black hair under the young man in white with sharp eyes. Two round yellow eyes stared at each other.
"Oh, I said something was black just now, and the boy in white rushed over. It turned out to be a milk cat. That boy must have gone crazy. To save the cat, he went under the horse's hoof, so he wouldn't be trampled to death." Yan Xuyang He lowered his head and looked at the little black cat the size of a palm swinging in the air, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't believe that there was such a stupid person.
"Oh, you said it's a cat?" Xiao Huaian sneered and threw the ball of hair in Yan Xu's arms, squatted down beside the boy, turned him over, and turned his face up, "I really should find an imperial doctor to give you a cat." Take a good look at your eyes."
The young man who was bruised looked exquisite, his white forehead was cut and bleeding, half of his face was stained red, his two delicate eyebrows were furrowed due to the pain, there was a little cinnabar mole under his left eye, and his light-colored lips were somewhat fleshy. Yes, very cute. Xiao Huaian couldn't help stretching out his hands to pinch the boy's blood-free face. The thin, soft and waxy touch was reflected on the fingertips, and it was a little rough. Xiao Huaian picked him up and walked towards the carriage with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes.
Yan Xu held the kitten in his arms, made faces at the grinning kitten, and murmured unconvinced: "Why is it not a cat anymore, fangs, meat pads..." After speaking halfway, Yan Xu stopped talking, with a pair of auspicious phoenix eyes The cat with round almond eyes and purring hands stared wide-eyed, "Master, this thing is... this is too rare! Ouch, my lord, what are you doing with that child? Are you stuffing the carriage?" What are you going to do?"
Yan Xu hugged the kitten in his hand and ran to the carriage in a few steps, opened the door, watched Xiao Huaian hugging the comatose young man in his arms, blinked and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "Master, what are you doing?" Abduction."
"You hurt someone, what's wrong with taking it home for healing? Hurry up and go home." The young man was very light and soft, and Xiao Huaian hugged him obediently in a small ball, in Biyan Xu's hands. The howling black cat was more like a kitten. Xiao Huaian held the young man's little hand in a good mood, and said softly, "This can be regarded as, um~ just do what you like."
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