Kuai Wen Zhi crazy criticizes the beauty she does not want to be a female supporting role

Chapter 42 The princess is not a good match (41)

Su Yan has never been to Changle Palace since he ordered Wu Yi to become Feng Jun.

Except for her wedding, this was the first time she took off her cassock and put on a red wedding dress. She was solemn and gorgeous, with peaceful features, like a Buddha who had fallen into the mortal world.

People in the world dare not look directly.

Only Su Yan made the Buddha fall to the earth, lifted up the red hijab embroidered with a mandarin duck pattern, and then let the dusty Buddha sit on a cold bed all night.

She was sitting on a sedan chair in the Changle Palace. The Buddha sitting on the high platform fell into the mortal world and was stained all over his body. His six roots were impure, and there was no Buddha in his heart. Thinking of such a scene, she felt inexplicably excited and smiled lowly.

"Your Majesty, there is no one in Changle Palace. Do you need to send a message?" Taohong lowered her head and asked.

Slender, cold fingers rested on his forearm and he got off the sedan chair. He heard her casually say: "No need."

Su Yan's white wrists were covered with tiny green bracelets, which were wrapped around her wrists like dodder, making her skin look whiter and whiter than snow.

Incidentally, there were also light green bud-like flowers painted on the center of her eyebrows, which complemented the entire set of green palace skirts she wore today.

In the dark and cold night, she is like a branch blooming calmly, full of vitality.

The gate of Changle Palace was open, and in the quiet night, the gentle voice of preaching slowly came out from inside.

Except for Tao Hong, who looked calm, everyone else was a little panicked. His Majesty should have come to the palace gate to greet him when he arrived. It was disrespectful to do so.

She smiled with a smile on her lips and folded her fingers in her sleeves: "Let me go and see for myself what my Fengjun is doing right now?"

He sneered: "Is it possible that he wants to open a temple in the palace of the widow?"

No one dared to talk to her.

At this time, Changle Palace was just as Su Yan said. There were many people sitting on the ground in the spacious courtyard. A high platform was simply built in the center to facilitate lectures, and no one was sitting on it.

He was sitting upright, wearing simple white clothes, blooming like a lotus, as if the palace of God had come to an end.

The people sitting beside him were all the servants sent to serve him. Regardless of their status, their faces were full of piety at this time, just like his most loyal believers.

Su Yan even lowered her eyebrows and turned her head to see that the secret guard she had arranged to monitor him was listening with trust and exposed her position. When he saw her, his foot slipped and he almost rolled down.

Laughed, laughed angrily.

"Is my dear Lord Feng going to open a ceremony here?"

She deliberately emphasized the first few words, and Wuyi knew that she was emphasizing his identity.

"Long Live Long Live Your Majesty"

Everyone fell to their knees.

He was the only one who still sat there, raised his eyes and smiled gently at her.

The atmosphere that had been soft and aloof from the world before was suddenly shrouded by imperial power and was shattered at the first touch.

He naturally stepped out from the prostrate crowd and gave a perfect salute.

"His Majesty."

Su Yan raised her lips and smiled with unknown meaning: "Fengjun learned this etiquette well."

"No need to be polite." She said this, but she could look at him bending down calmly.

The rest of the people had already retreated in fear.

Only Taohong turned around before leaving. The beautiful and charming girl stood in front of the peaceful man, her head clearly raised, but her eyes were still unruly.

One side looks like a demon, the other side looks like a Buddha.

But a rare fit.

He turned his head and walked out with the others.

He is hidden in it, in it.

It should be in it.

Even after he returned to secular life, he was still used to hanging a string of Buddhist beads in his hands. At this time, he was fiddling with the beads with his fingers, his eyes unwavering. "Why are you here, Your Majesty?"

"This harem belongs to me, I can come here whenever I want." The woman's soft and affectionate voice came, but she had already walked into the palace.

The tender green gauze skirt ripples like water waves when she steps up.

She sat on the soft couch and picked up a scripture book next to her. The writing was yellowed but not curled, showing the owner's love and care.

I flipped through a few pages and threw them aside.

He only glanced at it lightly and asked: "Your Majesty, do you want to read other scriptures, poor monk..."

"dont see."

Then he pulled his cheeks and looked at Wu Yi who was sitting opposite him with a smile: "Folks often say that Buddhists have great love in their hearts, which is comparable to the true Buddha."

He warmed his eyebrows and said: "There are many false praises. If there is something wrong, Your Majesty might as well say it directly."

"Okay! I like Fengjun's straightforward temperament." She straightened up, walked to the opposite side of him, leaned down and approached him: "Buddha is famous not only for his kindness, but also for his strategy and force."

He held the prayer beads in his hand and put them on his knees. When he looked into her eyes, he was attracted by the flower on her forehead.

He held out his hand, his sleeves hanging down.

Su Yan noticed his intention and stood up straight with a little vigilance in her heart, looking down at him: "Didn't the nuns in the palace teach Feng Jun these rules?"

He didn't care and took back his hand calmly, but felt a little regretful in his heart.

"I told you, I just couldn't help myself."

"Ha." She sneered: "No wonder I want to return to secular life. It turns out that I have six impure roots."

"Only for Your Majesty." His eyes were very light, like light brown. When he looked up at her, Su Yan could see her own figure in them.

The corners of his mouth slowly raised: "Your Majesty, I don't have a name other than Fengjun."

"No one?" Such a simple word, whispered from her mouth thousands of times, actually had a slightly charming flavor, and his heart trembled.

Before he could think about this feeling carefully, she spoke again: "Since you have become my Phoenix Lord, you will be both prosperous and devastated with me, and the people of the world will become your subjects."

She paused for a moment, looked at the expression on his face, and then continued: "Now that the Turks are invading our border, I am willing to lead a personal expedition and defeat the Turks in one fell swoop."

"Wuyi, are you willing to go?"

His eyes were dark, and his lips were slightly opened. Su Yan leaned down, put her cold fingers on his lips, and said with a smile: "Wuyi, I once wanted to let you go, but you refused. "

He pointedly said: "What's more, even if you want to escape, you have to see if Tian'an Temple can escape."

"I heard that you were raised by Tian'an Temple since you were a child. We must have a good relationship."

She looked at him with a smile, her eyes slightly narrowed, and her words were full of threats.

I gave you a chance, but you didn’t leave.

If that's the case, don't blame me.

His hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and after a moment of silence, he sighed softly.

"It's all up to His Majesty."

A strange blush appeared on her jade-like face, and she laughed wildly: "I just don't know how graceful this Buddha is when he picks up a knife with the hand holding the beads?"

After saying that, without looking at his expression, he waved his sleeves and stepped out of Changle Palace with a big smile.

As soon as she left, the slaves from Changle Palace rushed in. They looked at him carefully and felt relieved when they saw that he was not injured.

But he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only do his own thing silently.

His expression remained unchanged and he whispered: "Amitabha."

The banging sound of the beads became faster and faster.

(End of this chapter)