Chapter 334 Beautiful Spider Spirit VS Cold Ascetic Monk 38
Lianhua County has beautiful mountains and rivers and is filled with the fragrance of books. Baichuan Academy is located in it, and the literary peak is at its peak.
In a quiet house near the academy, Xuanji was dressed in plain clothes, closing his eyes and concentrating. The house was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.
The moonlight shines through the window lattice and shines on his handsome face, adding a touch of otherworldliness.
“I have met His Highness the Sixth Prince.”
Yueying's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of the night.
He was dressed in black and kneeling on the ground respectfully.
Xuanji opened his eyes, lowered his eyes and looked at Yueying kneeling in front of him. Doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled lightly and said: "I am afraid that the donor has mistaken the wrong person. The poor monk is just an outsider."
Yueying knelt down deeper and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Holy Ming, has found out everything and learned that the master is the son of Concubine Min, His Highness the Sixth Prince. The Emperor said that you have been suffering outside, and specially ordered his subordinates to take the Sixth Prince back to the palace. ."
Xuanji felt mixed emotions in his heart.
With a slight shift in his mind, he realized that when he said goodbye and left the imperial study that day, he was secretly followed by someone sent by the emperor, so that his identity could be known.
I didn’t feel unhappy at all, I just felt that I was quite careless and didn’t notice that I was being followed the whole time.
He raised his eyes to look at Yueying and asked in a low voice: "Is Donor Yunyan okay?"
Since someone was following him that day, Yunyan, who must have known the truth, must have been taken away. I don’t know what the situation is now.
Seeing that he suddenly asked about Yun Yan, Yueying was a little unable to react, and then respectfully replied: "Your Highness, don't worry, Yun Yan is fine. After this matter is over, the emperor will let her go home."
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Xuanji learned that the other party was fine, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Silent for a moment, he looked at Yueying and whispered: "The matter of returning to the palace is of great importance, let me think about it."
Yueying smiled faintly, "Your Highness is absolutely right. "The subordinate will come back in two days."
He kowtowed respectfully and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been there.
He came and went without a trace, showing his extraordinary reach.
Xuanji stood up and walked to the window. Her plain clothes glowed softly in the moonlight, like an immortal isolated from the world.
"The status of the Sixth Prince is both an honor and a shackle."
He sighed secretly in his heart, looking through the darkness of the night, as if he could see the splendid palace and the intricate powers within it. struggle.
The bright moonlight illuminated the hesitation and struggle between his brows.
Xuanji closed his eyes and meditated, and scenes of the past flashed through his mind, including the peaceful life in the temple with morning bells and dusk drums, the warm time spent with Yao'er and the children, and the various conflicts caused by his identity.
Every scene was as profound as a knife carving, making him unable to let go.
"The Buddha said that all conditioned dharma is like a dream, but my heart is still burdened by the world of mortals."
Xuanji whispered to himself softly, and the beads in his hand turned even more Urgently, as if searching for some kind of answer.
He closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and finally decided to discuss it with Yao'er. She was always smart and might be able to give him the answer.
He walked through the winding corridor and came to the wing where she was, where the lights were dim and warm as spring.
She sat beside the bed, patting An An and Youyou gently, coaxing the two children to sleep. Her whole body exuded the brilliance of motherhood, which made Xuanji feel a surge of tenderness in her heart.
When the two children gradually fell asleep, Yu Yao stood up and left the room quietly, standing shoulder to shoulder with Xuan Ji in the courtyard. The moonlight was like a wash, making their shadows extra long.
She looked at Xuan Ji with a gentle smile on her lips, "What's wrong? But you have something to say to me?"
She pulled Xuan Ji to sit at the bluestone table in the yard. Down.
In the courtyard, a gentle breeze blew and the bamboo leaves rustled, bringing with it a hint of the chill of the night.
After sitting down, Xuanji told Yueying that he suddenly appeared and was ordered by Emperor Xuanwu to take him back to the palace.
The calm voice was filled with entanglement and reluctance.
Yu Yao listened quietly, and then smiled, "What is there to worry about? The palace is your home and your root, and your relatives are here. After you return to the palace. Also. It is convenient to investigate the cause of death of your mother and concubine.”
“Yaoer, what do you think?” To be honest, the palace may be my root, and there are mysteries that I have yet to solve.” , I am also afraid that it will implicate you and the child.”
Looking at his worried eyes, she smiled and gently took Xuanji's hand, "You don't have to worry about me and the child. I will take care of myself, An An and Youyou. You forgot, I am a spider spirit." , are you still afraid of those mortals?”
People are afraid of monsters, how can monsters be afraid of people?
When Xuan Ji heard this, he also smiled, and then he suddenly remembered that she was not a mortal, but he had been worrying too much, "That's what you said, then you can rest assured and wait for me at home until I finish handling the affairs in the palace. I'll come back to pick you up later."
< br>He stood up and walked to her side, gently pulling her into his arms, his eyes full of reluctance, "I just reunited with you, and it has only been a few days, and we have to separate, but I am a bit reluctant."
The low and gentle voice is full of nostalgia. Yu Yao hugged his waist with both hands, rested her head on his chest, felt the temperature of his body, and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, the children and I will be waiting for you at home."
This man is becoming more and more passionate, completely different from the cold and ruthless person he was when they first met.
I have also become more proactive.
Xuanji hugged her tightly, and gently stroked the hair on the back of her head with his big, knuckled hands. The reluctance in his eyes grew stronger, and he said softly: "Okay, wait until I come back."
< br>The night is lingering and gentle. The dim candlelight illuminates the ambiguously entangled man and woman on the bed, blushing and heartbeating.
Yu Yao didn't have such thoughts at first. She had been fed very well by Mo Jue recently, so she didn't think much about it.
In addition, I felt ashamed of Xuan Ji, and I didn't dare to get close to him. Mainly because I was afraid that the other party would find out.
But Xuanji suddenly became proactive. Perhaps he knew that the two were about to separate, or perhaps he was reluctant to separate from her.
He kept holding her, kissing her, and saying warm and sweet words of love, and then everything fell into place.
At this moment, she suspected that Xuan Ji was a fake monk, or that she had already planned to return to secular life, otherwise she would not have become more and more unscrupulous.
Afterwards, she lay on Xuanji, caressed his broad and muscular chest, and asked with messy breath: "Tell me the truth, are you planning to become a monk and return to secular life?"
Her face was crimson and her eyes were blue. Ripples, with infinite charm, boundless charm and boundless beauty.
Xuan Ji lay quietly, the moonlight shining on him through the window lattice. Under the moonlight, his bronze skin exuded a healthy luster, with broad shoulders, strong chest, and tight abdominal muscles, showing the masculine beauty of a man.
The handsome face is even more charming in the moonlight, and his whole body exudes a bit of abstinence and depravity.
"Yao'er, I have never thought about returning to secular life deliberately, but now that I have you and my children, my heart has been tightly tied to this world. Perhaps, the future road will guide me to make a decision Choice, but at this moment, I just want to protect you.”
Xuan Ji's voice was low and gentle, and he gently stroked her hair, as if making a silent promise.
Listening to his words, Yu Yao smiled happily, but her heart was very complicated.
She lay on Xuan Ji's chest, feeling his heartbeat. The steady rhythm made her feel extremely at ease.
But then she thought of Mo Jue and sighed in her heart: Both men loved her equally, were equally good to her, and were both excellent. She really didn’t know what to do.
Xuanji noticed something strange about her, caressed her smooth arm, frowned slightly, "Yaoer, what's wrong with you?"
She raised her head, looked at him with complicated eyes, and shook her head slightly, "I'm fine, go and wash up."
She got up and got out of bed, stepped on the ground with her bare feet, and walked around behind the screen, where she placed the A basin of warm water.
She washed and dried it with water, put on her light pajamas, walked to the cradle and looked at the child. She was relieved to see that he was sleeping soundly and had not kicked off the quilt.
Xuanji was also quickly cleaned.
The two lay down on the bed and fell asleep, hugging each other.
Xuanji fell asleep very quickly and fell asleep after a while.
But Yu Yao was sleepless. She looked at the man in front of her and stretched out her hand to gently trace his handsome features.
But the next second, Mo Jue's cold and dead eyes when he left appeared in her mind again, and she was extremely confused.
For a long time, she sighed lowly.
Forget it, just let nature take its course. At worst, no one will get married, and life will be fine just like this.
Anyway, there is a man to sleep with, and there is no shortage of money. If anyone can't accept it, just leave on his own and never hold him back.
Why bother yourself.
Whether you say she has no conscience or is ruthless, she is just such a person.
Thinking about this, she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Xuanji suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to gently touch her charming face, with a complicated look in his eyes.
When he came back this time, he could clearly feel the difference in her. He could see her tangled expression, her dazed eyes, and her occasional loss of concentration.
Also when he was teasing An An and Youyou, he actually heard them calling Uncle Ye again. Although the pronunciation was not standard, it probably meant this.
He didn’t know who Uncle Ye was, but he must be a man.
And he is someone Yaoer cares about and has been here before.
He turned his head slightly and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, thinking that he was lying if he said he wasn't jealous.
He wanted to ask, but he was afraid of hearing an answer he didn't want to hear.
He had no sleep at all, and it was not until midnight that he fell asleep in a daze.