Leg pendant that regenerates scumbag

With the hasty escape of Chu Emperor Huan Lin, this short-lived dynasty has been completely reduced to history.

Song Yan quickly took control of Jiankang City, just when everyone thought he was going to ascend the throne as emperor, Song Yan did another unexpected thing.He actually wanted to respect Sima Yin, the youngest son of Emperor Jin, as emperor, while he himself continued to take the official position of Da Sima.

The gentry were overjoyed at first. The Sima family was a gentry after all, and it was even more orthodox. Sima Yin's ascension to the throne was much easier for them to accept than Song Yan, who was born in a poor family.

It's just that after being pleasantly surprised, they always felt that Song Yan was not so kind.Soon, they understood Song Yan's ulterior motives.Song Yan's move quickly changed from rebellion to restoration of orthodoxy, and those nobles who were filled with righteous indignation subsided instantly.At the same time, the generals under the banner of calming down the war were attacking Jiankang City mightily. Seeing this situation, they were instantly dumbfounded. After analyzing the pros and cons, they had no choice but to return to the station in despair.

Taking the Son of Heaven to command the feudal lords, Sima Yin is still young, isn't it Song Yan who decides the world's major events?This internal and external troubles were so easily resolved by Song Yan, and the world fell into Song Yan's hands so easily.After the tiger, the wolf came again. The wolf was much more dangerous than the tiger, but they had no reason to resist.The gentry only felt that they were holding their breath in their hearts, and they could only swallow it.

Song Yan still lives in the Song Mansion, but the Song Mansion has doubled in size.The Song Mansion is now divided into the North Courtyard and the South Courtyard. The North Courtyard is completely newly built, and its architectural style is completely different from the South Courtyard. On the contrary, it has a bit of the style of the North.

It is said that Song Yan got a beauty from the North, and he doted on him very much, so he tried his best to do the work of hiding the beauty in the golden house, and tried every means to make the beauty smile.The gentry felt a little unbelievable when they thought of Song Yan's usual fox appearance.They couldn't help but wonder what kind of peerless beauty this beauty is, that she can charm such a hard-hearted lunatic like Song Yan?

Only the servants of the Song Mansion saw it by chance, and realized that the person living in it was not a peerless beauty, not even an ordinary person, because that face was too scary.It was a man, a monk, stronger than Song Yan, with terrifying scars on his face, making people daunting.However, Song Yan seemed to love him very much.Good things were sent to the north courtyard non-stop, and a lot of medicines for removing blood stasis and scars were found. Song Yan even stayed in the north courtyard every night, holding the ugly monk in his hand and pampering him.However, no one dared to say any gossip. If any word reached Song Yan's ears, it would only have the word 'dead'.

Gradually, the people living in the North Courtyard became a taboo in the Song family.

The weather turned cooler and the autumn wind was blowing up. Song Yan stepped into the yard and saw such a scene.Alan was half lying against the tree, eyes closed, a yellow leaf fell on his plain monk robe, after a period of recuperation, the scars on his face faded a lot, and a handsome face was faintly visible. Face.It's just that the man's edges and corners are completely clear, unlike the indisputable male and female in his youth, no one will regard him as a woman anymore.

Song Yan walked over and sat down next to him, his gaze was filled with infatuation, slowly flowing across the young man's face.Just looking at it was not enough, Song Yan couldn't help stretching out his hand, stroking his face, feeling the warm body temperature.Song Yan's heart, which has always been neither sad nor happy, unexpectedly felt a sense of warmth, warm, a little restless.He couldn't help getting closer, hugged the man into his arms, lost control of his hands, and stretched into the man's monk robe, feeling the smooth skin, his breathing gradually became rapid.

Song Yan has always been pure-hearted and ascetic. Over the years, he has never had a servant by his side.And because of this, in other words, the accumulated desires exploded so easily when they met that person.

However, when he met A Lan's calm eyes, Song Yan's hot body suddenly went out, and he felt very embarrassed.Ah Lan woke up, her eyes were like ancient wells, and when she looked at him, it was no different from looking at other people.Song Yan felt a stabbing pain in his heart, and his eyes turned cold, but he didn't let go of his hand, but hugged him tightly.

Wuchen let him hug him, and his face didn't change for a long time.

The old patriarch said that he has a high understanding, but after staying in the temple for so many years, his cultivation has been stagnant, and his understanding of Buddhism has always been within the limit.And the changes in the past few days are actually an opportunity for Wu Chen.What he has learned in the past few days is even more than what he has learned in the past few years.

He didn't dare to recall the past, dared not see Song Yan, he thought he was afraid of Song Yan, however, he was always afraid of himself.

If he doesn't care anymore, who can hurt him?Everything is empty, all grievances and grievances are empty, the only thing he has to do is to let go of the past, and there is nothing to fear anymore.

In this round, Wuchen won.Song Yan let him go in embarrassment, took two steps back, the tenderness in his eyes disappeared, looking at him, a little cold, like a poisonous snake.Alan's monk robe was also particularly eye-catching.

"Alan, this dress doesn't suit you." Song Yan said suddenly.

Wuchen looked at him calmly: "People in the Buddhist sect wear monk's robes."

Song Yan muttered: "Really?" Then he turned and left.

Wuchen entered the room, sat on the futon, smelled the sandalwood fragrance, and entered a state of trance.

At that time, Wu Chen thought that no matter where he was, as long as he had a Buddha in his heart, he would be able to cultivate, and the entanglement between him and Song Yan was completely let go. One day, Song Yan would feel bored and let him go.However, he was still wrong. After decades of separation, he actually forgot what kind of person Song Yan was.

Song Yan had thousands of ways to make him take off his cassock and monk robe, but he chose the cruelest and most thorough one.

At the beginning, Song Yan seemed to have compromised. He built a Buddhist hall, sculpted a golden body, and turned the entire northern courtyard into a temple, and prohibited people from entering. It was quiet and pure, very suitable for practice.Everything Song Yan did was to please him.

Wuchen watched all this in silence.

Song Yan would visit him sometimes, and he would not do anything excessive, but just looked at him quietly, with obsession and love in his eyes.

Sometimes, Wuchen's heart can't help but fluctuate.

He has become like this, with shaved hair, wearing monk robes, and his appearance has completely changed, he should be completely different from his sister.Song Yan couldn't miss Auntie through him at all.So what exactly is Song Yan obsessed with, what is he nostalgic for?

Could it be that Song Yan really had strange feelings for him?

This is a very dangerous idea, Wuchen quickly put it away.

What's the use even if it is true?The scars on his body and face have already cut off all possibilities.He is a Buddhist, neither greedy nor obsessive, neither blame nor angry.

The last trace of fluctuation dissipated in the Zen tone in my heart.

It was a night as usual, with the moon shining in the sky, but he couldn't sleep.Every year on this day, he can't sleep, not because of thinking about anything, but because of habit.He often spends the whole night with a blank head.But tonight, he was reading scriptures.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the moonlight was like water, flowing in through the window.A monk in a plain robe bathed in the moonlight, with a soft face.

Gradually, Wuchen noticed something strange.The autumn night was originally a bit cool, but he felt bursts of scorching heat emanating from the inside of his body, which made him a little restless, and the monk's robe on his body became a kind of restraint.

Hot, too hot.

His heart could no longer calm down and became restless.Wanting to get rid of this layer of shackles, wanting to touch something cold, the desire became stronger and stronger, and finally reached the point of being unable to hold on.

Wuchen took off his cassock and wanted to take off his monk robe, but a hand stopped him from doing so.

Wuchen's face was a little irritable, and he glared impatiently at the owner of that hand.The scars on his face have faded a lot. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it. His skin is much whiter, with sharp edges and corners. There is a dark luster in his eyes, which is extraordinarily attractive.

Song Yan withdrew his hand, looked at him with a smile, just sat down beside him, and didn't touch him.Song Yan was wearing a black robe, outlining a tall and slender figure, with a sense of danger in his elegance, and a sense of awe in his elegance.

Wuchen looked at him with gradually changed eyes, dazed, irritable, longing, and even wanted to get close to Song Yan, but he actually longed for Song Yan to reach out his hand.

However, Song Yan still did not move.

There was a moment of clarity in Wuchen's mind, he wanted to take a breath, but was soon submerged in thousands of insects and ants.Sanity has completely disappeared.

His body instinctively approached Song Yan.The moonlight fell on him, it was cold, the coldness that Wuchen longed for, he rubbed against Song Yan's body, and fell into a muddy river.

Before touching the taboo, Wu Chen subconsciously glanced at the shining golden Buddha, and soon, the surrounding scenery became blurred, the man hugged him into his arms, and touched his body , leading him into the deep sea of ​​desire.

He is good at martial arts, but even a little incense makes him lose his mind, Song Yan actually had a good time with him in front of the Lord Buddha.

When he was happy, he was still wearing the monk's robe.When he woke up the next day, the plain monk's robe was hanging loosely on his body. It was wet and covered with liquid, whether it was sweat or something else.He was lying there on his back, embarrassed and rotten, the aloof Buddha seemed to have opened his eyes, and was looking at him, so that he had nowhere to hide.

After that, Wuchen never wore monk robes again, let alone stepped into this Buddhist hall.