The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand.

Wipe it frequently to avoid dust.

The smoke of incense candles in the Buddhist temple started to rise, and the sound of banging wooden fish gradually rose, resounding throughout Qing'en Temple.

Wearing a dark red gradation of cloud brocade, the white skirt is printed with each other. A few pink peach blossoms are scattered around the skirt.

The collar is spacious, and the clearly visible collarbone is fully exposed.

The hair tied up on the top of the head and the slanted hair at the tail are about to blow away in the wind.

Purple jewelry is embellished with black hair, like a beauty coming out of fairyland.

Just as he was about to enter, he was stopped by the little master who came out.

"This donor, please go to the backyard."

In the past, when Ye Yilan came to burn incense, there had never been such a rule. She looked at him puzzledly: "Little master, why is this?"

"Today the emperor is coming to burn incense, worship Buddha, and pay homage to the late emperor."

"Miss, look."

Looking down, a bright yellow court dress loomed in her sight.

It was the first time I saw Murong Haochen put on a dragon robe, and the look of dominion in his eyes made people tremble with fear.

Soldiers stood on both sides to greet the emperor respectfully.

"See the Emperor."

"This slave is here to see the Emperor."

Murong Haochen saw her early and did not go to help her. He stood in front of her coldly and arrogantly, and glanced at her on the ground indifferently: "Come in with me."

"Your Majesty, please come this way."

"Miss, let's go in quickly!"

He looked so indifferent, just like when we first met him.

He never thought that the two of them would meet here today, and she was following him closely.

"Your Majesty, please offer incense, please."

Looking at the incense in her hand, his eyes gradually drifted to her face. He asked indifferently: "Why do you come here to burn incense?"

"Repay your wish." Ye Yilan didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and knelt down to worship first.

The only wish she had left back then was to be with two people for the rest of her life. Now, she doesn't want to ask for these things.

May the people she cares about and the people she loves the most be healthy.

Murong Haochen had been watching her silently, and his simple words made him feel that she had become indifferent to him.

Kneeling down and closing his eyes, he knelt down and worshiped quietly.

His wish is very simple, he only wants Ye Yilan to be by his side throughout his life.

He cannot control Jiangshan Sheji, and he doesn't know how long he will be able to support it in the next few years.

I never cared about the throne, it was just a fate.

Slowly opening her eyes, she found that the people beside her had already left and did not move to look for her.

The abbot took him into the Zen room and took a bath for purification.

He took off his dragon robe, put on an elegant white dress, and stood behind her. When he left the Zen room, he felt that Ye Yilan was still in the temple. He saw her looking up at the marriage tree. After many years, the red silk hanging on the tree

The color has gradually faded.

Possessed in her ear, teasing her: "What, you just promised to marry me?"

"The emperor came here to pay homage to the late emperor, not to meddle in other people's business."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly with a hint of evil intent, and he held her in his arms regardless of the eyes of the people around him. At that moment, he had not smelled the familiar scent of her body for a long time: "I just like to meddle in other people's business."

She kept restlessly trying to take his hand away. She was disgusted and didn't want him to come close: "The emperor should go back to the palace, why are you here?"

He turned her body around, knowing that he didn't like being intimate with her in front of everyone, but he couldn't help it. He clasped her shoulders with both hands, dissipated the cold aura before, and looked at her tenderly:

"Same as Lan'er, seeking marriage."

"When the emperor ascends the throne, there will be many women in the harem, why would the emperor bother to seek marriage here?"

"Lan'er is jealous. If you don't like it, I will dismiss the harem and leave you alone."

After hearing this, she couldn't believe that an emperor would actually say these words. But she smiled and said, "Then my concubine has become a disaster for beauty."

He could joke with her, and he would never joke with Ye Yilan about promises. The promises he gave were all hers, and she could not deny them in the future. He looked at her with serious eyes, making her feel his sincerity.

: "You think I am joking, but I am serious. When the day you fall in love with me, I will do it immediately."

In the past, he always joked with himself, but today when I saw him talking seriously, it felt real and unrealistic at the same time.

How long can this be true?

Seeing his lips getting closer, she stretched out her hand to cover his lips and said shyly: "In the land of Buddhism, the emperor also wants to be so casual?"

Kissing her hand, he whispered to her his inner wish: "As for my marriage in this life, I only ask the woman in front of me to fall in love with me in the future."

His sincere smile could not go away from her mind for a long time, and at that moment she actually felt a little trembled.

Murong Haochen picked up his pen and wrote stroke by stroke on the red silk ribbon. He couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "What did the emperor write?"

"If I show it to you, it won't work." He put away the red silk and hung it high, so that his wish would come true.

"Miss, your marriage sign..." Caifeng hurried over and saw the emperor here to say hello: "I see you, the emperor."

"Caifeng, please go to your house and take your young lady away with me."

Not long after the words fell, the two of them disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

The swaying red silk on the tree clearly says: You miss me, do you know? I wish you and your marriage will last forever.

Seeing that there were guards guarding the entrance of the temple, the emperor was still so leisurely. He tugged on his sleeves and tried to dissuade him: "The emperor's troops are still waiting at the entrance of the temple."

Murong Haochen glanced at him and looked indifferently: "I want to worship Buddha for a day."

"The Emperor is sneaking out like this, what if someone discovers him?"

Seeing her worried look made him happy. He made special arrangements today and changed into clothes that suit the people, so no one would notice.

He held her waist, fearing that too many people would bump into her: "I finally have some alone time with you, so don't think about those things."

As an emperor, he could be so indulgent, and she did not want to be with him. Her anxious heart was already impatient: "But where are you taking me, Your Majesty?"

"Call me Fourth Master outside." He approached her face with a wicked smile: "If Lan'er doesn't mind, you can call me Haochen."

Ye Yilan didn't pay attention to the second half of his sentence, and pursed her lips proudly: "Where have you planned to go, Fourth Master?"

Hearing this, he thought of a place: "There really is a place to go."

The pavilion and pavilion stand alone in the water, and it feels like a paradise surrounded by mountains and rivers.

This place is called Ningxuan Pavilion, and it is full of legendary stories.

The two of them stood outside the door, watching everything around them quietly.

"It is rumored that Liu Haoxuan of the Northern Han Dynasty and Princess Nangong Yaning of the Western Liang Dynasty had a beautiful story, and the two of them promised to spend their lives together here. The journey was difficult, but they still supported each other. In the end, Liu Haoxuan held a ceremony for the two of them at the place where they met.

A human wedding."

Their stories are known to everyone and passed down from word to mouth. This kind of love is not love, it is a kind of harm.

Ye Yilan walked forward and saw the falling purple cherry blossoms in the courtyard. She stood under the tree and took the petals with both hands. It was a blessing to meet the legendary purple cherry blossoms here. The names of the two of them were carved on the tree.

, Ning Xuan did not have any expectations for love: "The fourth master came to this place to tell Lan'er how their love is going? But Lan'er doesn't envy them."

I saw her standing under the purple cherry tree, her body covered with petals, staying motionless no matter how the breeze blew. This scene was like a dream, like a dream.

"How do you say this?"

How could she not be envious of such utterances about love?

Yes, she is different from Nangong Yaning. They have loved each other since they met. But she is not Ye Yilan. She must not understand it.

"If he loves her, he shouldn't hurt her."

Ye Yilan said at a loss. He shook his head disapprovingly: "As an emperor, you are helpless, how can you know."

In the past, he couldn't understand what he did, but when you truly sit on the throne of God, you will understand his helplessness. He should choose not to hurt the one he loves, but to protect him.

But the emperor has no right to choose.

"If he has no choice, he will give up his country and be with the one he loves. It's like suffering all the humiliation in the palace."

These words were not only spoken to him, but also to Murong Haochen.

Lan'er, it turns out you have always thought this way.

Picking up the petals and staring thoughtfully. There is a hint of hope in the sadness: "If I give up my country, will you follow me?"

"Fourth Master, do you think it's too late to give up the country now?"
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