C10

It was early in the morning in the mountains, and the smell of grass and earth was intoxicating.

When the sky brightened, only half of the main hall's fragrance remained, the wooden fish were lightly beaten, and several tens of virtuous and prestigious monks held onto buddhist beads as they muttered the 'Rebirth Curse'. Xuan Tuo knelt on the bed, bowed his head, and prayed devoutly.

Even he himself suspected that he really had no distractions as he prayed wholeheartedly for blessings. He did not understand the buddhist scriptures, nor did he understand what the monks were saying, so he silently recited the words' The Southern Godless Buddha '. Perhaps this was the only thing he could do for Imperial Concubine Shu and his mother Qiufen in heaven!

Having lost his father when he was young, he had grown up with his mother. However, when he grew up, his mother chose his father and left. That was the deepest pain in his heart.

And when he wanted to treat her like his own mother and enjoy the glory of the heavens, she had left him. It seemed that from now on, there would no longer be anyone close to her in this world.

The ancient path behind him was long and winding, and it gave off a desolate and murderous vibe. He only wanted to leave happily, and the throne at the end of the red carpet was the one he disdained the most. However, no one understood him, and they only thought of him as the flowing Prince Su who looked up to the entire world.

He was Xuan Tuo, and he was Wen Che.

When he wanted to wander around, he couldn't bear to see the smile on her face when she was young. That smile was his seduction, his destined Peach Blossom Calamity.

It was the Buddhist language that was being cast on the Dark Dweller. The red monk appeared in his mind.

"Xuan Tuo, you were born in the King's family, so you have to put your life on the line for this land." Xuan Tuo, you were born in the King's family, so you have to fight for this land.

The hurried footsteps stopped outside the hall, and the red clothed monk was instantly pulled away from the illusion. It was like a dream in front of a buddhist hall, but it was so real that it could not be desecrated in the slightest.

"Master." Qing Fu whispered.

After exiting the solemn hall, Xuan Tuo knew that the current news was definitely not suitable to disturb this Buddhist pure land.

Outside the hall, the little monk was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, but the leaves fell again and again.

The master and the servant walked swiftly through the corridors, finally finding a quiet place.

"Speak, what's the matter?"

Qing Fu looked around and said softly, "Master, if you don't start something now, others won't be able to hold it in!"

"Fourth brother?" Other than Xuan Zhuo, no one else dared to be so bold.

"That's right. I heard His Majesty's been rather sarcastic towards him recently. Perhaps he's being too extravagant."

Sooner or later, it would be his position. Was there a need to be so anxious? He said this silently in his heart, but he couldn't say a single word.

For such a matter, the victor would be the king, and the loser would be the bandit. How much chance of victory would there be?

"Qingfu, get me a pen and paper."

For Wan Jing, was he finally going to give it his all?

With the help of Xuan Tuo's memory, Qing Fu's back was sprinkled with a few dozen words.

Brother, personally opened:

After the death of his sister-in-law, he learned that his former brother was very foolish, and that his unfilial brother had lived the rest of his life in gloom.

Jin Ge Tie Ma, unrestrained and unrestrained, the younger brother disregards the former hatred, filial piety is the first.

Fair and beautiful ladies, the prince is easy to catch, the temple celebrations, the brother will be fully returned to Zhao.

Greetings, Brother Xuan Tuo.

Liao Liao had already written down the numbers in his heart. "Qing Fu, keep it properly. Send someone to give it to Fourth Brother as soon as possible. No mistake should be made." Thinking that he, Xuan Tuo, wielded Scarlet Tide's Centaurus Cavalry, this military power should be enough to settle the matter and settle the matter. It was not a threat, but a bit of filial piety to the father of this time and space. Just now, in front of the Buddha, he had made a wish.

"Prince, what are you writing?"

Xuan Tuo was very surprised. He didn't know when Wan Jing had quietly been standing behind him and he hadn't noticed her at all.

She looked like a mischievous little girl with a sweet smile on her face. She was no longer as quiet and graceful as she used to be.

"It's nothing, we just have to deal with some matters at the bottom of the mountain. Do you need Wan Jing's help too?" The sudden change made him feel very close.

Wan Jing laughed. "Prince, you must be joking. Chenqie is very stupid. She doesn't understand the affairs of the world."

"Where did the princess come from?"

"Wan Jing has always been here." As he spoke, he pointed towards a mountain not too far away. It was actually a mountain of pink color. It was a peach blossom.

"The princess looked at the Buddhist land for an entire night, and even her words were imbued with a Zen spell." Xuan Tuo smiled. This little girl had an indescribable sense of freedom and contentment, shocking him.

"Look at us princes and consort in a while. If you call me Wan Jing, how about it?"

"Alright, then I'll call you Wan Jing. You can call me Wen Che." He originally wanted to call her "Jing'er", but he felt numb all over. He was afraid that before he could say anything, he would have scared away the dragonfly that was resting on the tip of the grass.

"Wen Che? "Why is it called that?" She was surprised.

"Mother gave me this nickname. Other than mother, only you and I know about it." There was no proof of that. Lying required art.

Wan-Jing smiled. In this mountain, she could put aside everything else for now. The mask that she hadn't seen for a long time could also be left in the corner of the box.

The mountains are easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. The most realistic and most beautiful dream is to be able to return to yourself.