Chapter 269 Return to Heaven

"Your Majesty, I really know that I am wrong. Please give me a death!" With that, Hua Feiliu kowtowed his head heavily. Jing Li looked at him and coldly. After a long time, he sighed, "Your body is not good now. Don't think so much. Take good care of your injury. Everything is waiting for your injury to heal! The ancients said that the husband and wife will be benevolent for a hundred days a day, and I don't want to force you to a dead end. What should I do? I believe that you are very clear in your heart. Come, take him to Sanshui Pavilion and think about it carefully.

"Yes!" As soon as Jing Li finished his words, the bodyguard outside the door immediately came over and rudely pulled Hua Feiliu's arm. Jing Li originally wanted to turn around and leave, but when he saw the bodyguards like this, he couldn't help whispering, "He is injured. You should be careful to wait and don't neglect. If I find out, I will definitely cut it!"

When those rough waitresses were said by Jing Li, their hearts suddenly became cold. They quickly bent down and answered respectfully, and then pulled up Hua Feiliu again. Hua Feiliu turned around, with sadness in her eyes, and whispered: "Your Majesty..."

His emperor made Jing Li's heart tighten. He couldn't help sighing secretly. Looking at him being taken away, her heart was also uncomfortable. She went to the bedside and sat down silently, and the whole palace seemed to be empty. Zhou Zhichao wanted to persuade something, but he knew that what he said at this moment could not warm Jing Li's heart, so he could only accompany her silently.

"Go down! I'm fine." Jing Li whispered. What else did Zhou Zhichao want to say? Jing Li stretched out his big hand and said, "Go ahead, I want to be quiet."

"Yes!" Zhou Zhichao bowed his head and withdrew from the imperial hall. After a while, Jing Li called Linglong and asked her to bring all the books of Master Wujue. She looked through it carefully. How could she calm down her heart? I don't know how long it took. A person came in alone. Jing Li thought it was Linglong, so he didn't say anything, but But when he heard the sound of babbling, Jing Li's body stopped and suddenly turned around.

"Wind? Qing'er? Why are you here?" Jing Li looked at the father and son unexpectedly. Jing Feng smiled faintly and said, "The child has been crying all day. The minister thought that she must want to be the emperor, so he took her to see the emperor on his own initiative. Look, when she saw the emperor, she really didn't cry."

Jing Li smiled, got up and walked over, took the child in his hand, kissed her pink face, and said fondly, "She is so smart. You must miss me. Come on, let the mother hug my little boy. Yo, I haven't seen you for a few days. It's a lot heavier. What did your father and concubine give you? Huh?"

Jing Li hugged the princess and kissed her face. Jing Feng looked at this beautiful picture happily. He came forward and said, "Your Majesty, if you are in a bad mood, come and see Qing'er. Qing'er misses the emperor."

"Okay, it's Zhichao who asked you to come!" Jing Li was not angry, but said faintly. He was in a bad mood. Except for Zhichao, Linglong knew it, and Linglong would definitely not have this mind. There was no one else except Zhou Zhichao. Jing Feng was afraid that she would be angry and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, the little concubine is also afraid that the emperor's mood is not good for his body, so that Let me have a look. Don't blame him."

"How can I blame him!" Jing Li smiled and said, "He really thinks about me. It's too late for me to have a concubine like him. Let's go out and bask in the sun."

With that, she walked out of the palace with Qinger in her arms. Although Qinger was small, she didn't like to cry or make trouble. She always looked at the world curiously with her bright eyes. From time to time, she drooled a little. Her calm expression and lovely movements made Jing Li love and hurt, and her laughter gradually drove. She lost her inner depression.

Happy time always passes quickly. In the evening, Zhou Zhichao came from Linglong according to Jing Li's instructions. According to the principle, the men who serve the emperor will dress up by the slaves, clean them and make them fragrant. {Er, Qinger is hungry and writes people as delicious, and miscellaneous mouths. Haha... Keep writing. Watch the doll!}.

"Your Majesty!" Zhou Zhichao looked at Jing Li with infinite shyness. Jing Li set up a table of wine and vegetables. When he saw Zhou Zhichao coming in, he quickly waved to him. After Zhou Zhichao entered the room, the door was suddenly closed. There were only two of them in Nuo's room. He knew what would happen next, but it was because of this knowledge that let He became extremely nervous.

Zhou Zhichao came over with a rapid heartbeat. He subconsciously covered his heart and wanted to suppress this throbbing heart. Jing Li reached out and took his hand, put his little face and smelled it around his neck. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ah, you really smell so good. Let me kiss you..."

"Your Majesty!" In the face of Jing Li's laughter, Zhou Zhichao was suddenly at a loss, and the heat under him kept reminding him, making his face more red. Jing Li smiled and looked at him like this, and he was not teasing him. He pulled him into the table and poured a glass of wine for him and said, "Zhichao, I want to thank you for this glass of wine. Thank you. You have relieved my annoyance. In this palace, maybe you are the only one who knows me best.

"It's my husband's responsibility to make the emperor happy. Your words are important." He answered softly and took the cup handed over by Jing Li with trembling hands. He drank it all, but he, who had never drunk, was immediately choked and immediately choked. Jing Li leaned over and patted him on the back in pain, and said sadly, "Drink slowly. This is a strong drink. You can't drink like this."

"Cough, cough..." Zhou Zhichao was still coughing. After a few sounds, he stopped his voice. He turned his head and looked at Jing Li with embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, I can't drink, which makes the emperor laugh."

"If you don't know how to drink, you have to drink two more glasses. Wine can relieve your nervousness." Jing Li finished speaking, and then poured another cup for him. Zhou Zhichao knew what she was referring to, and his face turned even more red. Jing Li also poured a cup for himself, and then raised the cup to touch him. He drank it all, but Zhou Zhichao only sipped a little and choked again. Since Jing Li came to this world, she has been She fell in love with wine, so this wine is not powerful at all for her.

She reached out and took the glass in Zhou Zhichao's hand, and then drank up the wine. She reached out and hooked Zhou Zhichao's chin. Being teased by her so ambiguously, Zhou Zhichao's face turned redder. He wanted to lower his head, but Jing Li raised his chin and leaned over. Zhou Zhichao was shocked and retreated back. Jing Li sat on my lap with one leg, then put his arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

Knowing that there was wine in her mouth, Zhou Zhichao did not dare to open his mouth. On the contrary, the little mouth squeezed tightly, which also raised Jing Li's desire to conquer. Her hand came to his waist eagerly. In ancient times, her clothes were all lace-up, and today Zhou Zhichao is a favorite, so that tie The belt was broken as soon as it was pulled. Jing Li broke the tie around his waist in this way, and then his little hand groped into his waist and had a close contact with his soft and tender skin.

Her domineering and tough posture made Zhou Zhichao's body hot like fire. Jing Li smiled faintly and slowly stretched out to his back. Her flexible five fingers were not idle, but kept rubbing his skin. Zhou Zhichao felt that his head was dizzy. He didn't know that he was drunk. , or this kind of ecstasy is drunk. He always doesn't know how to react, so he can only let Jing Li get what he wants.

He didn't know when he opened his mouth and slowly drank the wine fed by Jing Li. The choking spicy food turned into sweet at this time. Unconsciously, he whispered softly. His voice was like the best love potion in the world, which ignited the blood of Jing Li's whole body. She tore it off quickly. His clothes led him to the gauze tent. The shadow of the tent fluttered, and the love of the room, even the crescent moon outside the window hid in shame, and Linglong wrote the album with a smile outside.

The next day! Jing Li was awakened by fatigue. The so-called fatigue was the thigh that crossed her waist and pressed her for most of the night. She felt that her waist was about to break. She looked away from her face and looked at the sweet man who was breathing and slept evenly. Happiness gradually spread to Jing Li's heart. She picked up a bunch of her hair. Then he swept Zhou Zhichao's red face.

The sleeping man was dissatisfied with being so flirted. He turned over his body, and then didn't know what he muttered, so he turned around and left Jing Li a smooth back and a perfect curved small PP. Jing Li smiled badly, stretched out his finger, and gently slowly along his back. When he slid down, the ** man immediately woke up, turned his body in a panic, and pulled the corner to cover himself.

"Piggy, are you still sleeping? You are going to the Huguo Temple with me today. Have you forgotten?" Looking at it with a bad smile, he looked down at the dragon under him who was fighting spirited when he got up in the morning. He couldn't help but smile deeper. Zhou Zhichao looked down with her eyes. Suddenly, his face turned red with shame and turned over and pressed Jing Li. At this time, Jing Li couldn't help laughing. Zhou Zhichao lowered his head and bit her fragrance. On his shoulder, he spoiled and said, "Little bad guy, next time I ask my husband to get up, don't poke my husband's spine."

"Puff." Jing Li couldn't help laughing loudly again. Zhou Zhichao was even more embarrassed by the smile. He leaned over and put it on her lips. Jing Li was shocked by his hot attitude and looked at her in a daze. Zhou Zhichao also said with a bad smile, "Close your eyes, fool."

"Hehe woo... I learned hehe... woo is very fast." Being kissed by him on the lips, Jing Li finished this sentence very hard. Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhichao now learned to sell and returned the madness of last night to her. Suddenly, the voice of love in the room suddenly remembered again. Linglong heard them wake up and wanted to wait for them to change their clothes, but when she heard this sound, she suddenly Shi withdrew his hand again, sat on the threshold, and looked at the white clouds in the sky. I really don't know when I will go to Huguo Temple.

After another lingering, the sun had reached noon. After the two got up, Linglong had prepared everything. Jing Li and Zhou Zhichao had dinner together, and the group walked to the Huguo Temple again. Jing Li was silent all the way, and Zhou Zhichao did not say anything. It was quiet around, and Jing Li's mind had been thinking about everything that Master Wujue said to her. Although she didn't understand what it meant, she knew that the master must be a master, because only she could understand what she said.

"Your Majesty, here we are." Linglong called softly outside the sedan chair. Jing Li lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and looked out. Huguo Temple was on the slope not far away. Jing Li nodded and went straight down from the sedan chair. Zhou Zhichao also walked down. They walked to the temple one after another, but something that no one expected happened in front of them. The door of Huguo Temple Temple was closed. The sound of chanting from the door came from the door.

Jing Liming Linglong went to knock on the door. It was the girl who opened the door two days ago. When she saw Jing Li, she was stunned and respectfully gave up. When Jing Li entered the temple, he found that there were white cloth curtains around, and everyone was sitting in the courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard, there was a wooden coffin, a brazier around it, and the paper money on it was burning.

"Has anyone died in the temple?" It's really unfortunate that Jing Li turned his eyes and looked at the group of people. The girl didn't say anything. She bowed her head and whispered, "It's the Emperor's words that Master Wujue is dead!"

"What? Master Wujue..." Jing Li looked surprised and turned his head to look at Linglong. Linglong was also surprised and hurried forward and said, "Master, are you making a mistake? The master told the emperor about Zen two days ago. How could he go? I saw the master's steady pace and strong body that day!"

"Alas, the emperor, please come with the poor!" The woman sighed, and there were tears in her eyes. She turned around and took them to the backyard together. The people in the front yard waited as if they had not found guests from the temple. They still just lowered their heads and read the scriptures, and no one stood up. Jing Li followed the girl all the way to the backyard. She recognized this room, which was the house when Master Wujue talked to her last time.

"When did the master die?" Jing Li's heart suddenly felt pain. Although the two of them had no relatives and no reason, they finally had a friend. They still had to come to solve their doubts. In just two or three days, they were separated by yin and yang. How could they not make people feel sorry and sad? The girl's appearance was also very uncomfortable. She choked and said, "Since the emperor left that day, the master left, and the night was round. Before the death, the master only said that his mission had been completed and that he was going. We didn't know where we were going, but the master died on the second day.

After leaving, the mission is completed! Is it a coincidence? Is it doomed? Jing Li suddenly felt that her footsteps were floating. She shook her body, and the soles of her feet suddenly felt cold. Zhou Zhichao hurried forward to help her and called out, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Jing Li whispered, raised his eyes and looked at the girl and said, "Is that all the master said after he left? What else does she have left?

"Uh!" The girl hurriedly answered and was reminded by Jing Li. She went to the incense burner of the Buddhist hall and stretched out a thing and handed it over to Jing Li's hand and said, "This is left by the master to you. She said that you will come back soon to get it!"

"Pry this thing away?" Jing Li looked at this round jade-like thing and suddenly felt a little confused. The nun didn't seem to understand it. She just shook her head and said, "This is what the master means. We don't understand it, Amitabha."

After this series of things, Jing Li also knew that the master was a master. It must not be this kind of little Ni who could understand the deep meaning, so he did not force her. He just bent slightly and said, "Thank you, little master. I know. Go ahead. If there are any difficulties in the temple, you can come and find it. I."

"Yes! Then the poor Ni retreated. He also respectfully returned to Jing Li, and then turned around and walked out of the room quickly. Jing Li looked at the incense burner, took a handful of sandalwood and lit it up. He put a column of incense for her, and then turned around and said to Linglong, "After returning to the palace, I ordered people to send food and money to the Huguo Temple, bury the master and set up a golden body for her. . "

"Yes!" Linglong answered and looked at Jing Li strangely. She always knew that her master had never believed in Buddha and did not believe in fate. This time, it was really hard to guess that she could respect Master Wujue so much.

After Jing Li ordered Linglong, she did not immediately return to the palace, but stayed in the temple and recited the scriptures with the monks. It was not until the sunset and the sky was dark that she ordered everyone to return to the city together. Just like when she came, she was silent and didn't say a word all the way.

Everyone didn't know her relationship with Master Wujue. They only felt that the emperor was in a bad mood, so they didn't come to disturb her. Late at night, she still sat alone and studied the stone in her hand at the red candle. In her opinion, it was indeed an ordinary black jade, and there was nothing special. .

But why did Master Wujue leave such a thing for himself when he was dying? She will not give her a useless thing for no reason, but what's the use of this thing? Jing Li thought about it, but he was puzzled.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night. Do you want to sleep in? Do you want to recruit the little concubine to come to bed?" Linglong came forward and asked softly. The original favoring things had been arranged in advance, but she was in a bad mood, so Linglong never dared to mention it.

Jing Li raised his eyes and looked at Linglong and said, "Linglong, have you ever seen such a stone? Or did the previous emperor take out such a stone when he went to see Master Wujue?

Linglong was stunned, bent down and looked at the stone carefully. He frowned and shook his head and said, "If you go back to the emperor, I have never seen such a stone, but when the previous emperor went to the temple, he once heard them talk about the moon stone. I don't know if it is this?"