Master wants to hug

An Ding replied inside: "Naturally, please trouble the nobleman to wait for the poor nun in the Buddhist hall."

Yueming said: "Okay." Turning around and leaving.

An Ding looked at herself in the mirror, she hadn't finished washing.

She picked up the paintbrush in the dowry, pointed at her face, and began to paint carefully.

It's always weird for a nun to keep these worldly women's things, especially if she's an old nun.

After painting her eyebrows, she seemed to be older.

She tidied up her plain clothes slowly and went out.

Yueming was already waiting for her in the Buddhist hall, kneeling upright on the futon, with a steaming cup of tea in hand.

Ever since she knew the details of Qingxin Nunnery were unknown, she never used the tea and rice in the nunnery again. She relied on occasional trips to the street to buy pens and ink to buy dry food, and she fed the meals with the flowers in the back garden.

Fortunately, her room is connected to the back garden, otherwise it would be really troublesome to deal with it.

"Your face is not good."

Yueming didn't laugh this time, and laughed at himself: "I originally thought that I could clear my heart in Qingxin Nunnery, but I didn't expect that there will be no trivial matters in the world, and the rest of my time will be spent thinking about people."

Anding said: "Painful and bitter."

"It's really bitter." Yueming replied.

"The nobleman is still young," An Ding said, "When time passes, it may not be impossible to let go."

Yueming lowered his eyes and said, "I have something, I don't know if I should do it or not."

"Since you ask this question, you just want to do it."

She was speechless, and it was the first time that An Ding's words hit the nail on the head.

"But I can't do it." Yueming said softly, his voice was as gentle as a breeze caressing his cheeks.

"Why?"

"Because I can't get it."

"How do you know you won't get it if you don't do it?" An Ding said with a smile: "With a status like a nobleman, what is there that a nobleman can't get?"

"Master knows who I am?"

"It's all about resentment." Anding said: "In the world of mortals, this is the case."

Yueming smiled sadly, did not refute, and said with a smile: "I am destined not to get it, so I don't want to do it."

"Then take a step back, the sky is brighter."

Really like a Zen master.

"Master is telling me to let go?"

"My lord, if you are too obsessed, you are a madman." An Ding said.

She has a very light sandalwood scent on her body, which smells reassuring.

"The nobleman knows that he is destined to be fruitless, so why bother him in vain?" An Ding took a sip of tea and said, "I have seen noble girls from aristocratic families fall in love with knight-errants, but after elopement they are sad for everything. It is agreed that they will marry their wives and have children for the rest of their lives, and they will have close friends in their boudoirs," she sneered, "one will become a queen, and the other will become a noble concubine."

It was the first time she showed real emotion, fleeting.

"I don't know, what kind of gentleman is it?"

Yueming said lightly: "Then it would be even more rebellious."

An Ding said: "The nobleman is more transparent than those people I met."

"Is being obsessed with obsession considered transparent?"

"Since you know that you are obsessed with obsession, and you know that you are doomed to no results, why bother?"

Yueming laughed and said, "Because I'm obsessed with my obsession."

Really obsessed.

Want to be stable.

Yueming changed his posture and said: "I don't want to let go, but I can't get it. I want to get it once, even if it's only one time," as if murmuring, "Even if it's a dream."

"Even if it's a dream?"

"Even if it's a dream." Yue Ming said.

"Knowing that it's a dream, it's still like this, nobleman, nobleman, you are no longer an obsession," An Ding said, "You are really crazy."

Yueming smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Since the nobleman has this obsession, do you know the truth that gold and stone can be cut through perseverance? Treating your sweetheart with this kind of mind will melt even a block of ice."

"No." She replied.

"why not?"

The tip of her tongue twirled around in her mouth, Yueming smiled lowly and said, "If I treat her like this, she will break my leg."

"What's more, I don't care about the laws of nature and human relations, but she can't bear the stigma."

She was reluctant.

She can't control it either.

No matter how high and powerful Fang Su is, he is still a marquis.

She can kill a lot of people and shut up a lot of people, but she can't kill everyone.

Fang Su doesn't care about the things before his life, his name after his death, but she does.

If she really did such a thing, she would not even dare to imagine how ugly Fang Su would be judged by later generations.

But she can only be a prince in her whole life, and she can't do what Fang Su can't do.

What's more, no matter how well she thinks, Fang Su still treats her like a child.

People like Fang Su can't wait, you have to fight and win.

Even if you fight for it, win it, you still can't have both things in life and fame after death.

If she doesn't like Fang Su, but any one, it doesn't matter.

An Ding looked deeply at Yueming, at the girl.

She is more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen, and her eyes are like blue sky.

Sometimes An Ding also feels that Yue Ming is not as indulgent and unscrupulous as her age, but rather restrained and calm.

I am afraid that coming to Qingxin Nunnery is the most ridiculous and willful move she has ever made in her life.

"Yes, the unspeakable person?"

"It is indeed an unspeakable person."

An Ding was about to have a headache, she could hear that the people Yueming said should be blood relatives.

Such people are more obsessed than others, and they are more suitable for use. Use Wenxiang.

An Ding smiled, and said: "Since this is the case, the nobleman might as well go back and confess to that unspeakable person. Maybe you will give up if you break your leg."

Yueming also laughed, and said, "Has the person who copied the Buddhist scriptures with blood let go?"

An Ding was stunned, and then said clearly: "That. That person has been away for too long, and he forgot to clean up, which surprised the nobleman. But how does the nobleman know that it is human blood?"

"I just said it casually, and I didn't say it was human blood, maybe it was the blood of a cat or dog." Yueming said, "Is it really human blood?"

An Ding said in a complicated mood, "It's human blood."

"Did that person let go?"

"He copied 120 five volumes of scriptures with his own blood."

Drain your own blood, mix it with the best spices and smoke ink, and cook it carefully.

He takes good care of his body and is the most life-saving lover An Ding has ever met.

When the body recovered, bloodletting continued, and so on.

"Did he put it down?" Yueming repeated.

"No."

"He copied only the Diamond Sutra 37 times and memorized them all. If he entered my Buddhist school, he might be a great master."

"If you were absent-minded when copying, no matter how much you copy, it will be of no use."

"The nobleman has a lot of experience."

Yueming smiled and said: "Being able to use my own blood to copy the scriptures without actually doing anything shows that the son is even more pleased with an indescribable person. He has copied 120 five volumes. He is so infatuated. If you let it go like this, I will let you go." It's just weird."

"I took the blood copy because that son heard that he copied the scriptures with his own blood, burned it, and prayed for it."

"Pray for the next life?"

"Pray that the Great Qi will last forever, and the country will not change."

"..."

In order to attract Wen Xiang, Yueming acted out a half-truth and half-fake drama, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but wonder if he had heard something that he shouldn't have heard.

"What happened to that son after that?"

"gone."

"Gone?" Yueming was slightly surprised: "Gone willingly?"

"So what if you don't want to?" An Ding said with a smile, "When you leave willingly, you feel more comfortable, but when you leave reluctantly, you feel more uncomfortable. In the end, you can't get it. What's the difference between the two?"

"I don't want to use blood to copy 120 five volumes of scriptures, and then walk away unwillingly," Yue Ming said, her eyes bright like wolves, "I just want to get what I want."

"The nobleman can't get it."

"If I can't get it, I still want it, whether it's a dream or an illusion," she paused, "I don't care."

An Ding seemed to see the person from back then in her. The person put down the scriptures, splashed off the blood ink, and said, "I don't care if it's true or not."

"Even if it's just for a moment?"

The man mocked: "Master An Ding, is there anyone who uses Wen Xiang to seek eternal life?"

Warm and fragrant nephrite, spring overnight.

Just one night, just one dream.

It's a big deal to have another dream after waking up from the dream. Anyway, there are plenty of warm fragrances.

"You really don't care?"

"If you really can't get it, why should I care if it's fake?"

"I have a taste of incense. After I use it, I can see what I want to see most in my heart, power, beauty, wealth, but the effect of the medicine is only enough for one night. After one night," she said, "You wake up and find that the tenderness and tenderness are just a dream. , So, don’t you care?”

"Isn't there another dream?"

"Using too much becomes an addiction."

"It's just incense, I can still use it."

Yueming's eyes were like the blue sky, and like the deep sea, filled with turbulent desires.

An Ding already knew her identity, otherwise she wouldn't have offered Wen Xiang.

This is Pingyang Hou Shizi, if you can use her...

An Ding only hesitated for a moment before making a decision.

"My lord, please follow me."

With the help of Yueming, what she wants to do is not a dream.

She can wait, waiting for Yueming to become addicted, waiting for Yueming to be inseparable from this kind of thing.

It takes years to use Wenxiang to become addicted, and because of this, people are willing to use it.

Everyone thinks it will be fine for a moment, and there will be no harm after that, so it is a beautiful dream, but everyone wants to indulge in the illusion, and everything in the dream is at your fingertips.

So use more and more until you can't do without it.

At that time, people were puppets, and there was nothing they couldn't do for Wen Xiang.

Abandoning family and son, betraying the king and the country...

Yueming got up and followed.

She was blindfolded with a black cloth by An Ding, and she never let go of Sword in the Sleeve, and she didn't let go until the blindfold was taken off.

The place An Ding took Yueming to was small, but the interior was very delicate, like a bedroom of a wealthy family.

There was a faint fragrance in the room.

Anding lit the incense, clasped his palms together and gave a little salute, and went out quietly.

Yueming covered her nose, picked up the tea on the table, and poured it over.

The censer crackled, and for some reason, the fragrance seemed to be stronger.

Yueming couldn't stand upright, and before he fell to the ground, he saw a face.

"master?"