Chapter 468 (1/2)

The great princess, whom the emperor values most, is floating and sinking in the bloody storm of the Imperial Hall.

Master Wuqiu, who has always had no sorrow or joy, saved people from natural and man-made disasters.

Once morning and evening, once on different roads.

Zhao Jingyi went through those conspiracy schemes, squeezed out some free time, intentionally or unintentionally passed through the bustling long street, waiting for him to get out of the temple door once in a while.

Once in a while, when she was really waiting, she could only drive out through the curtain and weft sedan. The maid and believers on the third floor and the third floor outside took a distant look.

The emperor said that the capital was big or small. Her Princess's house was three blocks away from Wanhua temple. Half an hour's journey was not much sad compared with those who were thousands of miles away from the ends of the earth.

Say small is not small, between the two, dozens of steps away, then separated by a sea of people.

Whether you are golden branches and jade leaves or nine heavenly immortals, it is difficult to cross.

Therefore, Zhao Jingyi owed one marriage debt after another in the Planning exchange room.

When her father chose the third husband for the eldest princess, she finally had the opportunity to stand in front of Ying Wuqiu.

At that time, Zhang Yueze was still stunned. He mistook seeing color for love at first sight. He happily asked for marriage in front of his father and couldn't wait to jump into the abyss that trapped her.

Before marriage, Zhang Yueze invited her to visit Wanhua temple.

This is something the first two princesses would never do, but everyone who was born in Dijing and has some contacts knows that the eldest princess has been delusional about master Wuqiu for many years.

Later, when it failed, it almost burned the Wanhua temple and destroyed the temples, gods and Buddhas.

This is a very unreasonable girl. She is happy because of love and resentful because of love.

After all, it's because I can't let that man go.

It happened that Zhang Yueze had been stationed at the border for many years. When Zhang Yueze first arrived in Dijing, he was lost by the beauty of the eldest princess. He was really too young to prove to his sweetheart that I was much better than that bald donkey.

At that time, Zhao Jingyi walked in her hometown where she had lived for several years. She was dazed by the arch and thought: there were two red bean trees in this place before. Why are they missing now?

Buddhism is a pure place. Naturally, no one will deliberately plant this kind of lovesickness in romantic poetry.

Just because I don't know who dropped the seed, it happened that it was so clever. When the big princess was in love, it took root and grew into a small tree. Between the faint incense, it produced a few red spots.

Let her, as a young girl, take it off one by one and treasure it carefully.

Looking forward to her lover, like these red beans that should not appear in the temple, her heart is like glass and her body is attached to the world of mortals.

Unfortunately, I can't do it.

The old people are gone, and the trees are replaced by new plants and trees.

Piansheng Zhang Yueze also stood very close to her, blushed and said to her, ”the princess used to see the wrong person, just because she hadn't met me.”

At that time, childe Zhang was really full of confidence. ”They didn't take good care of the princess. I'm different. I like you more than anyone in the world and will treat you better than them.”

Zhao Jingyi just smiled, reached out and brushed the evergreen beside her. Inadvertently, she looked up and saw Ying Wuqiu, who was talking with the two little Shamis, walking towards her through the shade of the tree.

On that day, the sun was bright, the wind was light, the grass was green, and everything was good.

It was also very natural for Ying to nod to them without asking, and walk past her without saying a word.

It seems that they have never had the relative five years, and there is no difference between passing by the street and strangers.

Zhao Jingyi was stunned.

Zhang Yueze said on her side, ”this is master Wuqiu? Apart from being younger, he doesn't look more special than other monks?”