Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

These words exploded in Pei Xiangyun's heart like a thunderbolt.

He suddenly tightened his body and looked at Mei Yanran warily.

Seeing his appearance, Mei Yanran knew that she was right: "It's easy to guess, you don't have to be so nervous."

Pei Xiangyun licked his lips and said in a low voice, "I didn't..."

"fraud……"

Mei Yanran curled her lips: "No one likes liars."

Pei Xiangyun raised his eyes, and there was a trace of inconspicuous coldness in his eyes.

What if she told Jiang Yi about this?

just in case……

"But you don't have to worry, I won't tell Lord Jiang..." Mei Yanran said, "It's a little secret, everyone has it."

Before Pei Xiangyun had time to admire her clarity, he heard her continue: "Actually, I also have a little secret."

She turned her head and said softly, "I have liked Ah Feng for a long time. He doesn't know, but he always thinks I'm a child."

Pei Xiangyun caught off guard and listened to the girl's thoughts of the fifteenth concubine. He didn't know how to respond, so he just said dryly: "That, that's very good, it's good to like it."

"The mouth is so stupid..."

Mei Yanran laughed at him unabashedly: "Master Jiang doesn't like people with stupid mouths."

"Then what kind of person would Master like?"

Before he knew it, Pei Xiangyun seemed to have forgotten how firmly he said that he didn't like Jiang Yi just now, and asked eagerly, "Does Master prefer people who can talk? How can I please him?"

Mei Yanran raised her eyebrows and looked at him, and for some reason there was more pity in her eyes: "Do you actually think Mr. Jiang will have someone he likes?"

The people around were bustling by, laughing and chatting under the sky that had not yet completely darkened, occasionally mixed with the voices of peddlers, very noisy.

But Pei Xiangyun clearly heard the sound of his heart slowly sinking to the bottom.

"Don't...won't it?"

Mei Yanran didn't answer, but looked at the stall selling crisp candies beside her: "I want to eat this."

Without saying a word, Pei Xiangyun took out the only silver he had and put it in her hand.

Mei Yanran weighed out a small bag of crisp candies, and said vaguely: "Master Jiang, my father has praised him many times, saying that he cares about the common people, cares about the world, cares about the country and the people, and is an unborn virtuous minister."

Pei Xiangyun swallowed unconsciously: "So?"

"Don't you have an answer?"

Mei Yanran smiled: "If you are passionate about the people in the world, you must be ruthless towards those around you. Mr. Jiang loves the people of Dayan, so it is destined that almost no one can occupy a place in his heart. I say this, do you understand?"

Pei Xiangyun felt that he was getting cold from head to toe, and nodded mechanically.

In fact, he should have expected it.

This was the case with the teacher in his previous life, because he couldn't forgive himself because of the hatred of his family and the country, and he couldn't survive in the new dynasty, and finally died in front of him in such a tragic way.

In the past, he didn't understand, and hated Dayan with all his heart. It wasn't until he was reborn in this life that he gradually figured out many things that he hadn't figured out.

Mei Yanran saw that his complexion was not good, and said with relief: "Men, they are all like this, and they are very ruthless when it comes to career. It's better for your majesty. His majesty's concubines are all very beautiful sisters, especially sister Xuan. I am most willing to be a female celebrity with her. Your Majesty really dotes on them, and food and clothing are never short of anyone."

Pei Xiangyun watched her stuff the last piece of crispy candy into her mouth, and asked, "Aren't you surprised? Master Jiang and I are in a master-student relationship, but..."

"What's so strange about that?"

Mei Yanran carefully folded the paper bag containing the crispy candy, and looked up at him, as if he asked a very boring question: "I am in the palace every day, and I see a lot of things in the story book, I am sure What happened to the sleeve?"

Pei Xiangyun slowly let go of the hand that had been holding the corner of his clothes, feeling a little happy for no reason.

"Since you know my secret and I know yours, we are friends."

Mei Yanran winked at him: "You're not from the Central Plains, are you? It doesn't look like it."

Pei Xiangyun gave an "um" to protect the little girl from being crowded by the crowd: "I am of mixed race."

"So powerful?" Mei Yanran's eyes were full of curiosity, "I thought you would be blond and blue-eyed like those foreigners, so you are so similar to the Central Plains people?"

looks like?

Perhaps it was because everyone who saw his mixed race avoided him in fear, and most of them couldn't help talking about him behind his back. He never felt that he was similar to a Central Plains person.

Mei Yanran didn't seem to think that he was different from the people in the Central Plains, so she pulled his sleeves and stopped in front of a temple.

The location of this temple is some distance away from the bustling main street, avoiding the hustle and bustle of lights and crowds, but it has a bit of quietness like "a big hermit hidden in the city".

Mei Yanran stepped over the high threshold at the door and waved to him: "Come in..."

"I……"

Pei Xiangyun didn't believe in these things since he was a child.

The Uz people are different from the Han people in that they believe in totems, which they believe will bestow supreme courage and strength on the warriors.

In their eyes, the Buddhism believed by the Central Plains people and Midong is a self-deceiving and self-consoling false god, and they have never dismissed it.

He had been indoctrinated with this idea since he was a child, so in his previous life, when he led the army into the city, he did not control the Uz army and burned all the ancestral halls and temples of the Yan people.

After the teacher passed away, Pei Xiangyun realized later what to find for comfort.Instead of asking for the totem of Uth, he found a monk in custody, and begged the monk to forgive his sins, so that he could go to see the teacher cleanly after death.

The monk was old and was forcibly brought in front of him, but he still closed his eyes and did not look at him.

Pei Xiangyun asked him how he could no longer be trapped in the nightmare, how he could find the reincarnation of the person he cared about. He asked several questions in succession, only to get a pitiful sigh from the old monk.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, love and separation, and not being able to ask for it are seven of the eight sufferings in life..." the monk said, "Living in the world is suffering, but the donor still wants what is beyond his reach. Greed, hatred and ignorance , These are the three poisons. The benefactor is too obsessed, and when the soul returns to heaven and earth, he will enter the Avici Hell, and the evil fruit has been eaten, how can I teach you how to save you?"

On that day, Pei Xiangyun lost his temper so much that he had someone drag the nonsense old monk down to kill him, but he didn't have time to investigate whether there was endless fear behind his rage.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Mei Yanran saw that he hadn't moved for a long time, and urged, "Hurry up, they're going to rest in a while."

Pei Xiangyun looked down at the high threshold, and subconsciously said, "I won't..."

Mei Yanran seemed to have lost her patience, she tugged at his sleeve and dragged him towards the temple.

Pei Xiangyun was caught off guard by her, and staggered just in time to cross the threshold, so as not to fall face down on the ground.

It was very quiet in the temple, as if completely isolating the turmoil from the outside world.

Mei Yanran stepped on the blue tiles on the ground and walked towards the temple. When she saw a figure, her eyes lit up, and she respectfully joined her hands together and saluted: "Master Mingxuan."

The old monk who was sweeping the floor raised his head, he didn't seem surprised at all, and said slowly: "I knew the princess would come today."

Mei Yanran smiled and said, "I'll draw the last lottery."

The old monk stood the broom aside and pushed open the wooden door of the main hall ahead.

"Come on..." Mei Yanran waved to Pei Xiangyun, "Jindu has come in."

Pei Xiangyun hesitated for a while, but finally followed her in.

The furnishings in the hall are simple, with four or five lotus-shaped lamps dimly lit, and the orange-yellow light illuminates half of the ancient Buddhas.The ancient Buddha sat cross-legged on the white elephant, with his eyes slightly closed, gazing compassionately at the world of suffering.

Mei Yanran knelt on the futon in front of the Buddha statue and bowed devoutly three times.The old monk stood in front of her holding a stick and shook the wooden stick in it.

The little girl's face lost the slyness just now, but was a little more solemn. She took a deep breath and pulled out one of the wooden sticks.

The old monk handed the wooden stick to the lamp, squinted his eyes for a moment and said, "Congratulations, Princess, it's the top sign."

Mei Yanran's expression became animated instantly, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly uncontrollably.

The old monk put the wooden stick back into the stick, and then handed her a piece of red paper with something vaguely written on it.

Seemingly aware of Pei Xiangyun's puzzled eyes, she explained with a smile: "Since I got married to Ah Feng, I have come here every seven days to ask for a lottery. I want to ask for a hundred pieces to be signed, and I will give them to you when I get married. He is enough to keep Ah Feng safe for the rest of his life."

Pei Xiangyun didn't understand the rules of the Han people, and said strangely: "But you are already his princess."

"It's just a title, the marriage ceremony hasn't been done yet..." Mei Yanran's cheeks flushed twice, "Before I was too young, I chose a good day and auspicious day after the end of the year. This hundred I've been begging for a signature for more than two years, and I'm lucky, otherwise I don't know how long it will take."

Chinese people are so weird...

Pei Xiangyun stood on the spot thinking about the relationship between "reputation" and "ceremony", but the little girl seemed to be chatterboxing, talking to herself: "The wedding dress has been selected, and I specially chose it with the Zhai pattern embroidered on it." Xiapei is very beautiful."

She knelt on the futon and looked up at him: "Will you come when I get married?"

Eighty percent is impossible.

Pei Xiangyun knew better than anyone how much the teacher cared about the situation in Longxi. Looking at the anticipation in Mei Yanran's eyes, he couldn't bear to dampen her interest: "It depends on how the master arranges. But we have only known each other for a few hours. Why did you invite me?"

"Not just you, but many others."

Mei Yanran carefully put the red paper on which the sign was released into her bosom: "I want Fengguan Xiapei, I want eight big sedan chairs, and I want everyone in the world to know that I like him."

The girl's voice echoed in the empty hall, sounding ethereal and clear.It is clear that next year is not very old, but it is full of the tenacity of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. It seems that when you say the word "like", the thousands of difficulties and obstacles in the world that lie in front of you will disappear.

"What about you?" Mei Yanran looked at him, "Come and pay your respects, maybe the Buddha sees you and sincerely blesses you, so that Mr. Jiang will give you more places in his heart?"

Sincerely?

Pei Xiangyun knew how much he had gone too far in his previous life. If the Buddha was looking at the world, he would have wished to have him skinned and cramped.

Mei Yanran didn't know what he was thinking, with a bit of coquettish meaning: "I've come here, it's safe to seek marriage here."

The old monk standing next to her looked at her with a smile and doting eyes, as if he was used to her innocuous temper.

Pei Xiangyun had no choice but to kneel down on the futon, but he never dared to look up at the Buddha statue.

Guilty...

He was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Master, if a person is full of crimes and crimes, will the Buddha bless him?"

The benevolent abbot looked at him for a while, stroked the beads in his hand, and said softly to Amitabha.

"Benefactor, man."

Master Mingxuan's half-closed eyes opened slightly, and he looked at him with far-reaching gaze, as if he was looking directly at his bloody soul, which was relived for the second time, through Pei Xiangyun's outer shell.

"Only the Buddha is the ultimate good, and all other beings are evil. Everything in the cycle of life and death must be saved by the Buddha. What you want to ask is another question?"

Pei Xiangyun grabbed the corner of his clothes unconsciously: "What's the problem?"

The old monk stared at him for a moment, then said in a low voice: "If a person is full of evil, will the Buddha still protect him?"

The author says:

how to say;

No spoilers;

But this is a small role that can't be counted as a sub-cp & I don't write unnecessary supporting roles;

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