CIATB Chapter 156 Tyrant
Chapter 156 Tyrant
After listening to Master Huikong's words, he was not in a hurry to return to the palace.
"I've heard Master Huikong say it, and I'm satisfied now, huh?"
The wind was strong in the mountains, Xi Guanyue hugged the little emperor, lowered his eyebrows and whispered in the young man's ear.
Jiang Chi frowned, raised his red lips almost to brush Xi Guanyue's face.
"Teacher, do you believe what Master Huikong said about the haunting?" The young man grasped Xi Guanyue's sleeves tightly, his eyes, which were painted more beautifully by the end of his eyes, contained a little bit of panic, and his face was covered with rouge. Also inevitably pale down.
There was a small beast-like tremor rolling in his throat:
"How could the lonely mother and concubine turn into that kind of monster that kills people?"
The two walked to a small Buddhist hall with gilded Buddha statues. The lingering sandalwood choked Jiang Chi and coughed softly.
Something happened in the far front yard, and it suddenly became lively.
Xi Guanyue frowned and looked in the direction of the noise, and stopped a young novice who was running towards the front yard: "Little master, what happened in the front yard?"
The little novice opened his big eyes and stared blankly at this pair of men and women who seemed to come out of the painting, especially when he accidentally met the eyes of the little lady in the pink skirt, she was quite delicate. He couldn't help but blushed, and made a bow:
"His Royal Highness Liang Wang brought people to the temple to seek Master Huikong, and the host told us to go forward and wait."
In the pure land of Buddhism, it is also indispensable to bow to power.
Jiang Chi couldn't help frowning, a little flustered.
How did Jiang Yun come here, and he happened to be looking for Monk Huikong.
It's hard not to be a little paranoid.
The little novice was a little hesitant, he was still a newcomer after all, and had never met the prime minister: "The two benefactors..."
Xi Guanyue squeezed Jiang Chi's soft white palm, and smiled kindly at the little novice: "We are just ordinary people who come to pray for blessings, so we won't bother little master."
The front yard was not far from here, in order to avoid being discovered by Jiang Yun, Xi Guanyue dragged Jiang Chi into the small Buddhist hall beside him.
The Buddhist hall is fairly clean. The gold-plated Buddha statue on the Sumeru Platform, with compassion and generosity in its brows and eyes, looks at the tiny believers below the stage with pity.
Xi Guanyue saw the little emperor's gloomy and worried face, and reached out to caress the boy's soft cheek:
"Things about gods and ghosts are just tricks. It seems that the old monk went crazy and had hallucinations."
That argument doesn't sound strong enough.
The boy's face was pale, as if he hadn't realized that he was completely wrapped in someone's arms.
"Impossible." Jiang Chi's teeth chattered, as if he was still caught in the weird story that monk Huikong told just now, "It can't be a hallucination, my mother and concubine were killed by someone, maybe the ghost they saw was The murderer who killed my concubine was pretending."
There was a subtle smile on Xi Guanyue's face, he brushed aside the little emperor's hair drenched in cold sweat with a bit of pity, lowered his head and kissed the young man's crimson lips.
"The imperial concubine will not die in vain." He bit the gorgeous core covered with a little sparkle of water, and comforted the young boy trembling into a small ball in a low voice.
"Just find out the murderer who dared to play tricks."
It didn't know when it started to rain outside again, and the sound of the dripping rain was beating on the oiled paper window.
Jiang Chi felt a little uncomfortable being kissed. He was not in good health, and his cheeks were involuntarily flushed with peach-like pink after prolonged hypoxia. He could only lean weakly on Xi Guanyue's arms and gasp gas.
"That's right." The little emperor's black hair was disheveled, his eyebrows were bright, and the flickering flames on the candlestick were reflected in the blue glass-like irises.
He panted in a low voice, and smiled provocatively while bending his eyes: "If there are really ghosts, my concubine mother will definitely not let you go when she sees you treating me like this."
Xi Guanyue's face was against the light, and at that moment there was a coldness that could hardly be concealed, like a cold and majestic Shura.
Jiang Chi subconsciously turned his head to look at the golden Buddha sitting on the bright platform, as if the Buddha had seen all his ugly appearance in a daze.
It's so shameful.
He shivered for a while, finally realized that he regretted it, and tremblingly tugged on Xi Guanyue's collar: "Teacher, don't, don't be here."
The wind and rain leaked out of the window, and occasionally you could hear footsteps rushing across the bluestone road splashing rain.
"Is Your Majesty afraid?" The smoky pink dress looked like a rose that had been forcibly opened to bloom, and the skirt was laid out on top of the futon, revealing the slender and white legs of the young man.
"What are you afraid of? Being seen by this god Buddha who doesn't know where, or being seen by Jiang Yun who is outside now?"
These words were like a thunderbolt that exploded in Jiang Chi's ears, making his mind buzzing, not knowing what night it is.In a trance, it seemed that he really heard Jiang Yun's voice outside the house.
He flinched and wanted to hide himself, but he was in Xi Guanyue's arms, where else could he go?
He now regrets coming out with Xi Guanyue. When he was in the palace, he still had a sense of security that he belonged to. Now he is like a baby bird that was forcibly taken out of the nest when he was in the palace. Knead and bully.
This skirt was also put on by Xi Guanyue for him, and the skirt inevitably fell apart when the man hooked his fingers.Jiang Chi refused to put on the bellyband that Xi Guanyue had prepared for him, and when he untied his skirt, his chest was as white and soft as frost and snow.
Although the young man was so thin that he was so light and fluffy like a piece of paper, he had a delicate and small frame. The layer of soft flesh covered the slender frame, and it was like a soft and alluring cloud in his arms.
I can't wait to be trapped in such a hot and wanton fragrance and softness for the rest of my life.
Xi Guanyue knew that there should be rewards and punishments for such a delicate temperament of the little emperor. He could neither make him want to stay away from her because of fear, nor make him think about running away all the time.
To deal with bad-tempered children, you have to use some means, don't you?
The crystal blue iris was covered with dots of water color, looking at Xi Guanyue pitifully: "I know I'm wrong, teacher, please help me, I don't want to."
"Bringing His Majesty out has cost me a lot of thought, so it's not too much to ask His Majesty for a reward, right?"
Jiang Chi was in a state of confusion, he turned his head to look at the tall golden Buddha, and felt that there seemed to be a bit of ridicule and sigh in the compassionate gaze.
No, don't look at me like that.
Not what I thought.
The little emperor hugged Xi Guanyue's shoulders, he knew that his current disheveled appearance must be embarrassing, he couldn't help it anymore, and wept muffledly in Xi Guanyue's arms.
The little emperor even cried in a low voice.
Jiang Chi has been weak since he was a child, and he is prone to get sick if he is overjoyed or sad. In fact, Xi Guanyue did not dare to deal with him here.
One is that Jiang Chi is too weak to bear it, and the other is that Xi Guanyue is very concerned about the ceremonies. It would be a bit crude to have her first time with the little emperor here.
The little emperor also looked good when he was crying, his smoky blue eyes were misty, his eyelashes were wet and drooping, and his cheeks were incomparably gorgeous even with rouge.
He is really sensitive, just by kissing and touching so ambiguously, peach-like powder blooms on his snow-white shoulders.
Xi Guanyue's eyes deepened, and the veins on his forehead burst out of patience.
What exactly did Jiang Yun give the little emperor to drink?
"Your Majesty, I just need a little reward." He half-closed his eyes, kissing the young man's upturned nose and crimson lips, "I am willing to go through fire and water for Your Majesty."
There was still a jade bracelet on one of the boy's greasy white arms that would only jingle as he moved. He stretched out his hand and hugged Xi Guanyue's neck, almost as if taking the initiative to send the soft flesh and the thin red cherry tip into his mouth. Xi Guanyue's mouth.
The little emperor seemed to be weeping a little unbearably, and tremblingly said "OK", but Xi Guanyue's eyes turned red.
However, for a person like him, no matter how turbulent his heart is, his face remains unchanged, as if admiring the most expensive piece of art, with his fingertips falling from the boy's soft white neck to the crimson lips.
Jiang Chi was trembling, the fox's body was inherently sensitive, I don't know why in this world sometimes just being teased by someone couldn't stand it.
In a daze, it seemed that he really heard Jiang Yun's voice with a little cold smile coming from outside the door.
"Which Bodhisattva is offering here, why is the door closed during the day?"
Jiang Chi froze for a moment, feeling that the blood all over his body had cooled down in an instant, he grabbed Xi Guanyue's shoulder nervously, his fingers left a few crimson fingerprints on the man's broad shoulders in vain.
Like being scratched by a kitten.
A young monk who was following him seemed to want to say something, but Master Huikong interrupted him: "This Buddhist hall has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is now being repaired."
Jiang Yun didn't seem to find anything wrong, so he smiled and didn't care.
A group of people left in front of this narrow Buddhist hall in a mighty manner.
Jiang Chi felt that he had forgotten to breathe, and Xi Guanyue pinched his face jealously, and bit the center of his lips angrily:
"Your Majesty is so afraid of him?"
Jiang Chi felt that his soul seemed to be floating in the valley and the sea, and he didn't know where he was going.
He looked at the lowered eyes of the golden Buddha statue through a layer of hazy water.
In a trance, it seems that I have become the little white-haired fox that has not yet transformed into a ignorant one.
Suddenly there was a Buddhist verse left by the master when he said goodbye to Master Huikong when he was leaving: "There is no tree for Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust?"
There is nothing, where can the dust be.
The little fox opened his eyes wide in a daze, struggled weakly, but was gently embraced by Xi Guanyue in his arms, and kissed away a wet tear soaked from the young man's eyelashes.