Chapter 31 The moon is full and bright tonight, the moon is short

After saying that, he led everyone to visit Master Pudu. Master Pudu sat cross-legged, with a solemn appearance. More than a dozen monks surrounded him. Among them, there was a monk who was dressed in red and pretended to be stupid. He was extremely handsome and protected by Master Pudu.

Zhao Qingqing stood in front of Master Pudu with his hands behind his back, and then said softly: Are you better at Master?

Master Pudu opened his eyes, took a deep breath and said slowly: Princess Lao is concerned, I am not seriously injured, so the princess doesn’t have to worry.

As he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes frowned slightly on Zhao Qingqing's face and looked at it a few times. Seeing that the girl was so beautiful and charming, with white skin and full of youthfulness, Master Pudu paused for a moment before smiling kindly: I want to talk to Your Highness alone, I hope Your Highness will be grateful.

Zhao Qingqing didn't know what he was selling in the gourd, but she still ordered everyone to retreat twenty steps away, and then said softly: What the master wants to say, even if he has said it.

Master Pudu smiled without saying a word, looked at her a few more times, then slowly smiled and said: What is the relationship between His Highness the Princess and his lover?

Zhao Qingqing felt a little strange. He didn't know why he suddenly asked this. This was obviously his own private matter and had never publicly known to outsiders. Why did he ask this question, but he still thought about it and said: This palace has a good relationship. I wonder why the master asked this question?

Master Pudu seemed to see the doubts in her heart, and coughed and smiled faintly: When I first met Your Highness, Your Highness was a fairy-like, and her body was flawless, but the things in the world were like a flood of tigers. It is not to be hiding from it. I just saw that Your Highness's face was a bit as moist as a man. I am afraid that it is no longer a perfect body.

Zhao Qingqing's pretty face turned red after hearing this. It was because she had a good temper and could not stand it. Others told her secrets about her boudoir. She knew that Master Pudu had a profound Buddhist teachings, and she said with a reason. She suppressed her anger and said lightly: I have a marriage contract since I was a child. I didn't want to lose my virginity in advance, but I remembered that my lover had suffered too much in recent years. I have more or less some responsibility. A man should marry a woman should marry her. It is also destined to lose my virginity in my husband.

Master Pudu listened carefully and said slowly: Can I let the monk see the princess’ palm?

Zhao Qingqing hesitated for a moment and stretched out his jade hand. Master Pudu looked down and looked at it seriously. She saw that her jade hand was slender, snow-white and beautiful, and she exuded a crystal clear luster. As soon as she saw this hand, she knew that the owner of the hand must be a beautiful woman of Huixin orchid. After seeing her hand, Master Pudu smiled and said: Your Highness has a good palm, and it is hard to say that wealth is Ah, and the marriage line is even better. He is a person who has a life of love with his husband. Seeing this, I don’t have to worry about Your Highness. Everyone has their own destiny.

Zhao Qingqing showed a beautiful smile on her face, and she was so happy that she was secretly happy. Master Pudu said again: But the only drawback is that Your Highness is a man who combines the spiritual energy of the world, is rich and noble, and has a peerless beauty. If your husband is not in good fortune, he may die in a short time.

When Zhao Qingqing heard this, her face changed immediately. She clenched her fists and said: Master, is this man who is a husband-resistant?

Master Pudu shook his head and sighed: Why should you be angry?Your marriage line has told you everything. You are the one who grows old together with your husband. Your Highness doesn't have to take it seriously.

Zhao Qingqing's face was slightly lighter and said: Although this palace is a princess, it is also a woman after all. Who doesn't want to grow old with her beloved man? This palace is no exception. It's just like the world is full of worldly affairs, but it means that there is no regret in life, so I am satisfied and not in a prosperous world.

Master Pudu said: I have been addicted to illusions in my life. I have been escaping into the monk for a full sixty years. Amitabha

After saying the Buddha's name, his eyes remained at the young monk wearing a red cassock and said: He is a disciple of the monk, and his Dharma name is Wucheng.

Zhao Qingqing opened her red lips lightly and silently said: No form?All sentient beings have appearances, and they are called Wuxiang. My talent and knowledge are simple. Could it be that he is the only one in the world, but I am the only one who says I am the monologue?

Master Pudu said: Your Highness is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he is the most beautiful woman in the royal family. He is very favored by the late emperor. Some Buddhist secrets are probably a little heard by Your Highness, so I won’t explain them one by one.

Monk Wuxiang is young, but has the style of a master. His handsome face is solemn and inviolable. He has a bright eyebrows and eyes and a compassionate face. Zhao Qingqing only glanced at it for a few times and turned around and said, Master, I forgive me for saying that you can't just look at people on the outside. It's hard to draw bones when painting dragons and tigers. Knowing people and faces but not your heart. If the master finds it unpleasant, you don't have to take it to heart.

Master Pudu didn't know what she meant, but he didn't take it to heart.

Smile slightly and without comment, Zhao Qingqing ordered everyone to cook. He took Zhu Yao to see Hong Tong's injuries while he was free. After all, he was injured for help.

Hong Tong was treated as a living treasure. Many people were injured this time and wanted to laugh at him. Ouyang Ni covered her mouth and giggled, but Zhao Qingqing said gently and considerately: The village leader was frightened for the king's affairs. I came to see the village leader.

Hong Tong was flattered. Although he was always lustful, he didn't dare to take care of his eyes when he fell in front of Zhao Qingqing. He felt that his body was dirty and he just said timidly: Who can I blame?It’s just that I’m not lucky. Princess, you can come and see me. It’s worth throwing my two hundred pounds here.

Zhao Qingqing acted as gentle as water, and smiled with a pretty face and said: Master Hong, don’t be so polite. I have long wanted to send someone to send you back to the city to rest. What do you think?

When Hong Tong heard this, he immediately said anxiously: I'm fine with my injury, but I was scared. Princess, don't drive me away.

Seeing that he had said this, Zhao Qingqing didn't have much to say. She just said a few words and left the tent. As soon as she went out of the tent, she saw Ouyang Ni facing her back, covering her little mouth and giggling. She was so happy.

Zhu Yao was chatting with Ouyang Ni next to her. The two women were having a hot relationship and chatting from time to time. Zhao Qingqing asked strangely: Zhu Yao, you two?

Zhu Yao walked over with her skirt and giggled: Miss Ouyang said that Hong Tong was so brave. After eating the weight, she was determined to see how the girls in the ecstasy sect seduced people, so she refused to leave.

Zhao Qingqing was also funny by her and even waved her hands and said: OK OK.People are scared like that, so don't laugh at him.

Zhu Yao said gentlely: I said yes, look at the depths of the mountains here, there is no one in the desert, Yuan Shaoqiu is weak, and he is really good, and he doesn't say anything after he does, which makes people worry.

Zhao Qingqing said gently: We women can't get involved in the affairs between them and men.

As the sky was getting darker and it was dusk, the torches in the mountains were gradually lit up, and it was dazzling red. There were tents, and guards from all over the place were divided into several teams to patrol back and forth. Zhu Yao had used the food, but she didn't know where Zhao Qingqing was going. Ouyang Ni was going to come to play chess with her, and the two girls were playing chess in the tent. Zhu Yao was an extremely beautiful woman, and Ouyang Ni was not much worse. Both women were beautiful and could eat, and they were even bright and charming under the candlelight.

Zhu Yao's hands were stained with white sprite, and her jade hands supported her cheeks and said: Sister, how old are you this year?

Ouyang Ni stared at the chess game with beautiful eyes and thought repeatedly. After listening to her question, she raised her pretty face and smiled, "You are nineteen years old, sister, how old are you?"

Zhu Yao smiled gently: It's just one year older than you, I hope you can play chess here.

As he said that, he put down the chess piece. Ouyang Ni didn't know that Zhu Yao was a person who was proficient in both chess and calligraphy and painting. He lost several games tonight. Fortunately, Zhu Yao deliberately let her win a few games back, so it would not be too ugly. Even so, Ouyang Ni still said softly: Sister is so amazing, can we just put this place tonight?

Zhu Yao bit her red lips and smiled: Yes, my sister said that she will do it like this, and she will compete again the next day.

Ouyang Ni took her jade hand out to enjoy the moon, sat on the grass and watched the stars, tents, and lit torches. However, the mountains beside her were towering, and there were countless strange peaks and dangerous stones, which made the night whiter a little more ferocious. The warm wind blew slowly past her, and the grass under her feet was swaying indescribably pleasant.

Zhu Yaoyu held her skirt in her hand and said: When she was a child, she loved to take her younger brother to look at the stars. When she grew up, she seemed to be much more distant.

Ouyang Ni said with a pretty face: Sister, I think you are the best woman like water.

Zhu Yao laughed softly and said: No, I just don’t like to talk. Your Highness is also a person who doesn’t like to talk.

Ouyang Ni said: Sister, look at the weather is so beautiful tonight. If someone plays a flute, it will be even more beautiful.

As she said that, Qiong's nose wrinkled and said: The air here is quite wet.

Zhu Yao didn't think about it carefully. At this moment, Ouyang Ni said again: The legend of Dingzhou is near the sea, don't you know whether it is true or false?

Zhu Yao smiled and said: Even if there is no sea here, there are lakes. If you want to go and take a look tomorrow.

Ouyang Ni looked up at the moon above her head and murmured to herself: When will the bright moon come? I asked the sky with wine. I wonder what year it will be today?I wanted to ride the wind, but I was afraid that the jade building and jade buildings would be colder at high places.

Zhu Yao saw that her face was dazed, as if she was thinking about something that happened before. At this moment, someone followed her and said: "Dancing and playing with the clear shadows, how does it look like being in the world?"

Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful house, shining without sleep.

There should be no hatred, so why should we keep going as far away?People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this is difficult to complete in ancient times.

I hope that people will last forever and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles apart.

Ouyang Ni looked up and saw that the monk Wuxiang was wearing a red robe walking step by step from the bright moon. His voice was clear and nice, and when he recited the poem, he had a bit of artistic conception.

Zhu Yao had heard Zhao Qingqing say about this formless monk and had never had any contact. Ouyang Ni smiled beautifully and said: I have nothing to do when I am free, so I recited the poem.

The monk Baoxiang was solemnly walking step by step, his eyebrows and eyes couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, and his voice was full of magnetic sayings: I am in a Buddhist temple and often read ancient poems.

Ouyang Ni said with beautiful eyes full of mist: What poem does the master like the most?

The monk without form pondered for a moment and said lightly: My Buddha is merciful, and he must be Xin Qiji's Bodhisattva Mantra.

Ouyang Ni stretched out her delicate jade hand and gently stroked the hair on her cheeks. Her skin was snow-white, and she was quite beautiful under the bright moon. Her gauze sleeves could not cover her snow-white arms under her clothes. She was very seductive, and she curled her lips and smiled sweetly: The moonlight is good tonight.

The handsome face of the Wuxiang Monk exudes a solemn and inviolable aura. He is thin and thin. He sits cross-legged on the ground when he hears this, his eyes stop on Zhu Yao's face, and he looks carefully.

Although his eyes were not presumptuous, Zhu Yao was very unhappy when staring at him like this and said to himself: Apart from Yàn Lang who can look at me like this, no one else can think of it. He simply turned his face and didn't say a word.