Reborn to choose a husband, I will lead the deposed prince to seize my ex-husband’s kingdom

After receiving this arrangement, Shu Bai smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes, and the chin raised towards Shu Huai showed provocation.

Look, what's the use of being smart?

The princess likes people who are not smart...

When they reached a secluded place, Tiantian asked the driver to stop the carriage for a while, and Shu Bai disappeared without a trace while carrying Shu Huai.

Xu Mingyue suddenly laughed out loud when she thought about the secret interaction between the two people.

She simply couldn't believe that Xie Qingyao could raise such a living person in his hands.

After a pause, Xu Mingyue understood again.

These two people were raised by Xie Yao on her behalf.

You Yu held a round fan and fanned Xu Mingyue: "Is the girl in a good mood?"

"Of course that's good." Tiantian answered: "The girl's sweetheart and the person in front of her are the same person, how could it be bad?"

"If I could have two husbands at the same time, I would wake up laughing even in my dreams."

Xu Mingyue stopped laughing, and the movements of Youyu's hands stopped.

They feel that Tiantian's strongest thing is not her body, but her courage.

Silence fermented, Tiantian's face wrinkled: "If I say, I didn't mean it this way, would you believe it?"

Xu Mingyue shook her head in denial and hesitated for a long time: "Don't worry, Tiantian, I will prepare a dowry for your girl so that you can support two husbands."

Tiantian:……

She really didn't mean that...

The bluestone steps are filled with golden light, and the doors of the thousand-year-old temple are wide open, welcoming believers coming and going.

Wearing a shabby monk's robe, wearing hole-in-the-wall cloth shoes, and carrying a sutra bag, Cijing stepped into the main entrance of Huguo Temple.

After traveling for three years, Cijing failed to find a way out for Emperor Xing, so he should not have returned.

But he watched the stars on the night before two months ago and saw that the Emperor's Star seemed to be faintly breaking through the haze, so he wanted to come back and take a look at it.

Passing by the shrine, Cijing looked at the crowds of people coming and going in the temple. Their faces were either sad or happy, and the believers kneeling in front of the futons were happy or sad.

His heart, which had just seen the vastness of the world and the suffering of people's livelihood, felt a little heavier.

The world often says that Buddhism is a pure place, but this pure place is supported by all kinds of desires of people in this world every day.

Pushing open the wooden door of the monastery, sunlight shines into the house through the windows, and the flying dust is hidden wherever the light passes.

A navy-blue back figure was sitting on the futon. The beads he held in his hands kept colliding with each other, shaking the coral bead bracelet hanging at the bottom of the beads.

The people who play with the beads day after day are not the devout followers of Buddhism.

The Buddha was destined to meet a destined person, but the Buddha seemed to have forgotten the destiny emperor star alone.

Putting down his luggage, Cijing did not disturb Xie Qingyao, turned around and walked out of the monastery with the water bottle.

Going up the stream, Cijing returned with a full load.

The small red clay stove was lit, and the evaporated water vapor was thick. The moment Xie Qingyao's closed eyes opened, they were filled with gray murderous intent.

Ci Jing calmed down Xie Qingyao's murderous desire with her eyes that could lift the sorrow of believers, and faintly saw the difference in Xie Qingyao today.

The murderous thoughts in those empty eyes were still there, but after the murderous thoughts, Cijing saw Xie Qingyao's desire to live.

Very light, but there.

Pour hot tea for Xie Qingyao: "Has Your Highness still had dreams these years?"

Xie Qingyao held a porcelain cup in one hand and gently blew the hot air away: "I went to Deshui two months ago. I slept very little and had no dreams. I have been like this every night since I returned to the capital in recent days."

"Is Your Highness still killing people in your dreams?"

The originally solemn voice revealed madness, and hidden beneath the madness was hatred and obsession: "If Gu doesn't kill them, they will kill Gu's little moon. Gu will kill them all."

"I'm going to kill them all."

The quiet sound of the wooden fish pulled Xie Qingyao out of his nightmare.

"Why are you here today, Your Highness?"

"She's back." Xie Qingyao said this with excitement and sadness:

"She wants to save the people. Gu wants to meet her. Gu doesn't want to be discovered by her. Gu intends to kill all the people she wants to save every night."

"Gu doesn't want her to think Gu is a monster."

Every night when Xie Qingyao fell asleep, he was fighting against the common people with his own strength.

For more than two thousand days and nights, the people in the dream went to Xie Qingyao to ask for their lives.

Cijing looked at Xie Qingyao's open palm: "Your Highness, all sword blades in this world have sheaths. Without a scabbard, the blade will be stained with blood and the sword will not be allowed to enter."

Xie Qingyao disagreed.

Even though he is a sword and Xu Mingyue is his only scabbard, Xie Qingyao also wants to wash away the blood and enter the scabbard again.

No one is born to support other people's filth.

Cijing looked away from Xie Qingyao's palm.

The turning point he saw while observing the sky at night did not fall on Xie Qingyao.

Ci Jing's breathing was heavy and she slowly advised:

"Your Highness is a born emperor, and he is responsible for the rise and fall of all peoples. If you let down the people for one person, the people will not let that person die a good death."

"There is a saying in Buddhism that cause and effect should be like this, and the rise and end of emotions should be like this."

Xie Qingyao picked up the tea cup and swayed the tea in the cup: "You know, if Gu doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, gods and Buddhas can't give Gu justice and can't give Gu a way out."

"Gu is not afraid of the dream. Gu is just afraid of Gu walking out of the dream and frightening Gu's little moon."

"She is so good, she is not worthy of a person like Gu, but Gu, I can't let go."

The beads wrapped around Xie Qingyao's arms were never because he believed in ghosts and gods. They were the shackles he put on himself.

There are two souls in him.

A soul intends to shoulder the responsibility of the country during the day, and a soul raises the butcher knife again and again in the dream of the dark night, intending to kill the people who can't even see their faces clearly.

One day, Xie Qingyao will not be able to distinguish between reality and dreams, and will point the butcher knife at everyone except Xu Mingyue indiscriminately.

The long sound of wooden fish beating sounded again, and along with the sound of silence, Cijing's words slowly poured into Xie Qingyao's ears:

"Your Highness, every injustice has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner. The common people do not know and have no way of knowing the intrigues and deceptions going on in the court."

"Each person in this world has a mission. Some people do it to live this life, and some people stand in a higher position to let more people live this life."

"Your Highness will not let down the people, and the people will not let down your Highness."

With a sarcastic curve on his lips, Xie Qingyao calmly explained the injustice that the world had inflicted on him: "Cijing, this world has been orphaned several times."

"Everything in the world has cause and effect. Your Highness, if you try your best to break through this haze, you will surely see another light."

Xie Qingyao had heard such words countless times over the years. He had tried hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not see the light of day.

Xie Qingyao stood up from the futon and walked out of the meditation room alone. The murderous aura that he could not conceal was so strong that no one dared to approach him.

The young novice led Xu Mingyue to the monastery. Xie Qingyao's heart tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his eyes and passed by Xu Mingyue.

Walking down the bluestone steps, trying his best to suppress the thoughts in his heart, Xie Qingyao turned around in a corner where no one could see him.

The mere sight of the woman in the sunset could soften Xie Qingyao's sharp thorns and retreat from his murderous aura.

Xie Qingyao's dissipated energy returned to its original place, and from hell to the human world, he once again had the ability to lift up all good and evil.

His steps were much lighter than when he came, and Xie Qingyao left the Huguo Temple steadily.

He thought that he would never come to such a Buddhist place in the future.

The moon is back.

The moon that would take the initiative to walk towards him is back.

The murderous agarwood fragrance lingered in Xu Mingyue's breath and lingered for a long time.

Standing on the wooden steps of the monastery and looking forward, the man in navy blue deliberately avoided seeing him. How could Xu Mingyue not know?

The possession before the age of twelve and the loss after the age of twelve tore Xie Qingyao apart every day.

Nowadays, there are wolves around, and every corner of the capital is the murderer who caused the tragedy of the past.

Either directly or indirectly.

Xu Mingyue returned to the capital to accompany Xie Qingyao to uncover the truth and bring order to the chaos.

Xu Mingyue is not afraid.