MTL - Peach Blossom-Chapter 25

I saw the picture book and was found, and the king of Han was very embarrassed. She defended herself, and her voice gradually fell.

This reason is so absurd that A Yao will not believe it. But the King of Han did not want the princess to think that she deliberately bought the picture album to read, so he repeated in a low voice: "Really, it fell by itself."

After Han Wang finished speaking, he felt discouraged. Although the album was dropped by her feet, she would pick it up and look at it, but after that, she did put it away and read it several times.

Han Wang blushed, and did not dare to look at the princess at all.

The princess didn't say anything, holding the picture album in one hand and the king of Han in the other, and walked to the inner room.

The inner room is much brighter than the outer room, and several copper lamps cast in the shape of branches are lit. The King of Han asked the princess to lead her, full of anxiety, fearing that the more calm the princess was, the more angry she would be in her heart.

The princess asked her to sit down, and Fang asked softly, "Your Highness, what do you think this album is?"

Han Wang's face flushed, but he still answered honestly: "The painting is very good."

The painting is really good, not to mention the painting skills, the setting is also good, there is no very explicit picture, the love is deep but not obscenity, and because of this, she can rest assured that Your Highness will see it.

The princess put the picture album aside and said to the King of Han: "Your Highness is old, and it is reasonable to be curious. The desire for human relations is the right way, and there is no need to talk about it or feel ashamed. , have to go through this one.”

The princess was relieved to see this. Human relations, or groping on your own, or being guided by your parents, can never be escaped. She was worried that His Highness was thinking about this every day, and she didn't understand, so she told her specifically. But in the end, she was selfish and did not point out to His Highness that the paintings in this album are very few in the world.

The princess felt a little guilty in her heart, but when she saw the king of Han who was curiously looking at the picture album, the princess felt that it was fate and could not escape. She would not let go of His Highness, even if One day, her identity was exposed, His Highness was afraid of her, feared her, avoided her, and she would not let go.

Han Wang looked at the album with a completely different look, shyness was inevitable, but he was much calmer.

Seeing her youthful appearance, the princess smiled and said, "Just don't indulge too much."

Han Wang's ears turned red, he nodded repeatedly, put his hands on his knees cautiously, and whispered: "No."

Seeing that she really understood, the princess patted her hand and said, "Your Highness, go and wash up."

Han Wang agreed, but did not move, she looked at the princess, her eyes were black. The princess didn't rush her, just looked at her with a smile. The King of Han leaned forward, wrapped his arms around the princess' waist, and pressed his cheek against the side of her neck. After a long silence, he called out, "Ayao..."

After these two words, the sound is cut off. King Han seemed to want to say something, but he stopped. In the words just now, in her heart, A Yao's appearance became clearer. She was happy, but for some reason, she was also flustered.

The princess sighed in her heart, and patted King Han's shoulder lightly to show comfort. The panic in King Han's heart subsided.

The next day, the weather was fine and it was time to go out to play.

Last time about Li Shou, His Majesty's intention to protect the King of Han was obvious. Therefore, the ministers gradually became less afraid of King Han, and rarely participated in her impeachment.

The king of Han realized that he finally let go of the heart that he had raised for many years. When the mood is good, he will also go out for a walk.

This time, it was rare for the princess to accompany her.

The king of Han was very happy, so he prepared a hand stove and a big cloak, and sent his attendants to the White Horse Temple to inform the host. Baima Temple is full of incense, and there are many pilgrims coming and going. If you don't set the wing in advance, you may not even be able to sit down and drink incense tea.

When the king of Han and the princess go out, it is almost time.

Han Wang was very happy, and was very happy that the princess accompanies her to go out. Seeing her so happy, the princess couldn't help feeling guilty. In the future, she should accompany Her Royal Highness out for a walk.

The White Horse Temple is located in the north of Luoyang City, with a simple style and a large area. The scenery in the temple is beautiful and interesting. Not only women love to go there, but also scholars and writers, who often borrow the Xixin Pavilion in the temple to recite poetry and paint.

The King of Han and the princess got off the carriage, and they saw a majestic mountain gate. Three doors of liberation.

The King of Han and the Princess walked side by side. Surrounded by people, there are commoners, officials and family members, walking in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing can be heard endlessly.

The King of Han looked ahead and saw the smoke-filled incense burner in front of the Daxiong Palace. She turned her head to the side, lowered her voice, and said to the princess, "I heard that Master Faru is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao. He is a hundred years old. Although his beard and hair are all white, he walks like a fly. I have never seen him before, so I don't know what he looks like. , is it different from ordinary people?"

The princess smiled: "He is also a human being, how can he be different from ordinary people?"

The King of Han said: "If you can obtain the Tao, there will always be a difference."

The princess looked at her and smiled without saying a word.

A monk in a cassock walked out of the hall, followed by two little novices behind him, walking slowly towards the King of Han.

The monk was about sixty years old, his beard and hair were all shaved, but his long eyebrows were white. He walked slowly to the front of King Han, put his hands together, and bowed: "I have seen Xiao Tanyue."

The King of Han also returned a salute and said very politely: "Master Lao Faguang welcomes you."

Fa Guang smiled, his eyes swept over the princess, and without stopping, he turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation: "Please put incense in the Tanyue Hall."

The King of Han and the princess entered together and put a stick of incense to the Buddha.

The two of them came here for the plum blossom forest. Faguang has been welcoming guests in the temple for many years, and he has some winks. It was referring to the two little novices behind him, making them serve him well.

The King of Han and his concubine left the hall and walked into the temple.

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The two walked through the clearing and went straight back. The number of pilgrims gradually decreased, and the little novice and the two introduced: "Further ahead is the Plum Blossom Forest. There is a pavilion outside the Plum Blossom Forest. It is called the Xixin Pavilion. Usually there are literati here to meet friends through literature. Today, there is no one there. After the fast food, at noon, the two Tanyues can dine in the pavilion."

As he spoke, the plum blossom forest was in front of him.

Such a beautiful scenery, such a large plum blossom, is rare in Beijing, only the red plum in front of the Linde Hall in the palace can compare with it.

Han Wang slowly approached, leaned in front of the tree, and watched the shape of the flower.

The two novices stopped following and just waited outside the forest.

Han Wang took a good look at it for a while, she only felt that the scene in front of her was very familiar, which reminded her of the peach blossom behind Guangping Temple. There are no rules for planting plum trees, as if a few trees are planted here, and a few trees there are planted.

Going forward through a few trees, you will see a stone table in front of you. There are four stone benches around the stone table. In one of them, a monk wearing a robe of an eminent monk is sitting.

The monk was born with kind eyes and kind eyes, which made people feel good at first sight. There was a small stove in front of him, and a pot of tea was boiled on the small stove. The fragrance of tea accompanied by the fragrance of plums overflows leisurely, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Tea made in the plum forest, so elegant.

The monk looked at the two and said with a smile: "Meeting is fate, the poor monk is like the law, I would like to invite the two Tanyues to drink a cup of tea."

He is Faru? The King of Han showed surprise in his eyes, thinking that this person had attained the Tao and was over a hundred years old, he couldn't help but cramped again and looked at the princess. Knowing that she was confused, the princess took her hand soothingly and sat down on the stone bench.

Han Wang sat down, still a little uneasy, Faru poured a cup of tea for her, as if she didn't know who she was, and said in a kind tone: "Tanyue has been away for a long time, I think she is thirsty?"

After he said it, King Han really felt thirsty, she took the tea cup, thanked her, and looked at the princess again. The princess could not help bending her lips and nodded slightly. Han Wang lowered his head and took a sip.

Fa Ru couldn't help but smile, still with a kind face, he turned his head and talked about the Dharma with the princess. The princess seemed to be proficient too, and actually picked up the conversation with him.

The King of Han did not understand this. After listening to it for a while, she felt bored. She waited for the two to say an article, and Fang and the princess said, "Ayao, can I go somewhere else?"

The princess took care of her clothes: "Your Highness."

Han Wang smiled, and nodded to Fa Ru, then got up and went elsewhere.

When the figure of the King of Han disappeared among the plum trees, Fa Ru chanted the Buddha's name and sighed: "I haven't seen you in eighty years, Jun Tan Yue is still young, but the poor monk is old."