Chapter 687: 687
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Zhao Jingyi threw her pen and ink out of her hand and almost reached out to lift the table and smash it at the person who didn't know whether it was a man or a ghost.
"The princess is afraid of ghosts?" the young man asked her in a quiet voice.
Zhao Jingyi opened her eyes and saw the young man in white standing a few steps away with a lantern. The fire reflected the room, warm and bright.
She looked at the visitor for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the ink black spots scattered all over the floor. She couldn't help being embarrassed, "what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
Almost scared the princess!
The boy raised the lantern a little higher and said in a warm voice: "just after I settled down, the Buddha told me that someone here is afraid of the dark and asked me to help him shine on the way."
In fact, he is in the Sutra Pavilion all day, but he is usually on the third floor and the little princess is on the second floor. They are masters day and night, and they can't meet each other.
Zhao Jingyi heard him say this and said to herself: I believe you, ghost!
But she also knew that the man was kind, and her face eased for a long time. She immediately collected the pen and ink, and pressed the copied scriptures with a paperweight. After finishing these, she turned and said to the boy, "let's go."
The young man carried a lamp in front of him to illuminate the road. Zhao Jingyi fell behind him a step or two and chased the light downstairs.
Outside, the moon covered the ground, and the breeze was gentle.
After the cold spring, the warmth is getting stronger and the flowers in the temple are in full bloom, which is not inferior to the colorful flowers in the imperial garden. What's more difficult is that there are more elegant here.
It was quiet after dark.
Even the falling flowers from the branches were slow and peaceful, and gently passed through the young girl's sleeves.
The young man said, "there are three thousand gods and Buddhas in the temple. As long as the princess has a clear conscience, she doesn't have to be afraid of ghosts."
Zhao Jingyi walked a little faster and walked side by side with the boy in white.
She frowned and said, "fear of the dark has nothing to do with a clear conscience."
The teenager did not argue with her and found another way: "then get up early and go to bed early."
Zhao Jingyi was stunned when she heard the speech.
What strange way is this?
The boy walked on her side, the wind brushed his cloud sleeve and wiped the back of Zhao Jingyi's hand.
She felt a little itchy. She simply put her hand behind her back, walked side by side with the people on her side, and looked down at the slightly floating fire on the ground.
Also inexplicably felt a bit interesting.
"Go to bed early. When you fall asleep, you won't be disturbed by darkness and ghosts." when the young man said this, he was like a miracle doctor giving a good prescription to protect the patient's life.
"Get up early, keep fit, avoid all diseases, and live a long life."
Zhao Jingyi had heard him say the first sentence and thought it was quite reasonable. The more she listened, the more she felt that the teenager was talking nonsense.
She couldn't help asking him, "if I heard you right, you came down from upstairs. Since you get up early and go to bed early, why are you still staying in the Sutra Pavilion so late?"
Had it not been for the footsteps coming from the building, Zhao Jingyi would not have been so frightened.
In the middle of the night, it's not surprising if someone came upstairs to find her. When the boy came downstairs, the sound of footsteps was so slight that she was scared to death.
The young man didn't know that she had scared herself up in her heart. All this was written down on him. He said in his usual tone: "read the Scriptures and forget the time."
Zhao Jingyi thought that this person is really strange. The abbot in charge of others may not have such a Buddha heart. You are a teenager who hasn't even shaved his hair. You can read scriptures all day. Isn't this nonsense?
But how can it be so true when it comes out of this man's mouth?
She shook her head gently and just put all these messy thoughts behind her.
He heard the young man say, "besides, I'm not afraid of ghosts."
Zhao Jingyi immediately: "
Suddenly my hands itched.
If Zhao Feng and Zhao Zhi had talked to her like this, they would have been picked up and beaten.
But the boy in front of him was completely different from the two men.
She still remembered the two steamed buns. After thinking for a moment, she endured the itch and asked him, "did you hide something to eat tonight?"
The young man smelled the speech, his steps were slightly paused, and a pair of eyes without waves and waves looked at her, "is the princess hungry?"
"No!"
Zhao Jingyi thought: does this palace look like a person who doesn't have enough to eat every day?
She raised her hand and touched her earlobe. She was a little unnatural and said, "if you're hungry, there's still some food in the palace."
In fact, she wants to repay the kindness, but there are many things in her heart. This is also a temple. The little princess knows that she has come to stay temporarily. It's not easy to ask about this and that. The idea of returning the two steamed buns a hundred times can only be put aside for the time being.
It's rare to meet this boy again tonight.
"I wasn't hungry." the young man walked on, his tone was as moving as the spring breeze at night. "After hearing the princess's question, he suddenly felt hungry."
"That's just right." Zhao Jingyi thought about it. Xun Chun prepared several cakes for her. They were all vegetarian and just wrapped them for him.
In order not to see the royal highness of the Royal Highness, she was always in debt to two people.
They talked with each other and soon walked to the meditation room where Zhao Jingyi lived.
She opened the door to ask xunchun to take out the cakes, but found that the little maid who was forced to wait for her every day was already sleepy and dozing at the table.
"Shh." Zhao Jingyi put her index finger to her lips, made a silent movement, and said to the boy, "wait for me here."
The latter nodded and stood under the pear tree with a lamp.
Zhao Jingyi walked in lightly, wrapped half of the cakes and took them out. As soon as she looked up, she saw the wind blowing in front of her eyes, plain clothes and white flowers. She was as young as a picture.
The open space in front of the door and the eaves were covered with bright moonlight.
The lamp in his hand was warm, and the bright yellow tassels falling under it shook slightly and brushed the light and shadow of the ground.
Zhao Jingyi also brought some Xu Xinghua in her eyes, raised her hand and handed the wrapped cakes to the boy, "if you eat these, you also say that there is no difference between steamed bread and delicacies, even if the palace loses."
The boy smiled and reached for it, but said nothing.
Zhao Jingyi suddenly remembered something and added, "it's all vegetarian. You can eat it at ease."
The boy stood in the falling flowers and nodded slightly, "thank you, princess."
Zhao Jingyi didn't know what to think. Suddenly, she put her hands together and gave a Buddhist ceremony to the young man, "I should thank the Buddha."
She said seriously, "thank you, Buddha, for finding me a man with a lantern to light the way. Thank you, too."
The boy suddenly smiled and his eyes were full of warm colors.
Zhao Jingyi looked up and saw the man in front of her, but saw the little self in his eyes, shrouded in warm brilliance.
She was slightly stunned, and the boy had turned and left.
The world is long and the night is quiet.
The princess, who was afraid of the dark and afraid of ghosts, took a cold sweat in the middle of the night and fell asleep when she entered the house.
As time went on, the little princess got up early and went to bed early. Gradually, she recovered her habit of practicing sword in the morning and reading during the day, but she still went to the Sutra pavilion to copy Scriptures every day.
From the beginning, I met the young man at dusk in the morning and made a nodding acquaintance. Gradually, I became a regular guest in the same elegant room.
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Zhao Jingyi threw her pen and ink out of her hand and almost reached out to lift the table and smash it at the person who didn't know whether it was a man or a ghost.
"The princess is afraid of ghosts?" the young man asked her in a quiet voice.
Zhao Jingyi opened her eyes and saw the young man in white standing a few steps away with a lantern. The fire reflected the room, warm and bright.
She looked at the visitor for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the ink black spots scattered all over the floor. She couldn't help being embarrassed, "what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
Almost scared the princess!
The boy raised the lantern a little higher and said in a warm voice: "just after I settled down, the Buddha told me that someone here is afraid of the dark and asked me to help him shine on the way."
In fact, he is in the Sutra Pavilion all day, but he is usually on the third floor and the little princess is on the second floor. They are masters day and night, and they can't meet each other.
Zhao Jingyi heard him say this and said to herself: I believe you, ghost!
But she also knew that the man was kind, and her face eased for a long time. She immediately collected the pen and ink, and pressed the copied scriptures with a paperweight. After finishing these, she turned and said to the boy, "let's go."
The young man carried a lamp in front of him to illuminate the road. Zhao Jingyi fell behind him a step or two and chased the light downstairs.
Outside, the moon covered the ground, and the breeze was gentle.
After the cold spring, the warmth is getting stronger and the flowers in the temple are in full bloom, which is not inferior to the colorful flowers in the imperial garden. What's more difficult is that there are more elegant here.
It was quiet after dark.
Even the falling flowers from the branches were slow and peaceful, and gently passed through the young girl's sleeves.
The young man said, "there are three thousand gods and Buddhas in the temple. As long as the princess has a clear conscience, she doesn't have to be afraid of ghosts."
Zhao Jingyi walked a little faster and walked side by side with the boy in white.
She frowned and said, "fear of the dark has nothing to do with a clear conscience."
The teenager did not argue with her and found another way: "then get up early and go to bed early."
Zhao Jingyi was stunned when she heard the speech.
What strange way is this?
The boy walked on her side, the wind brushed his cloud sleeve and wiped the back of Zhao Jingyi's hand.
She felt a little itchy. She simply put her hand behind her back, walked side by side with the people on her side, and looked down at the slightly floating fire on the ground.
Also inexplicably felt a bit interesting.
"Go to bed early. When you fall asleep, you won't be disturbed by darkness and ghosts." when the young man said this, he was like a miracle doctor giving a good prescription to protect the patient's life.
"Get up early, keep fit, avoid all diseases, and live a long life."
Zhao Jingyi had heard him say the first sentence and thought it was quite reasonable. The more she listened, the more she felt that the teenager was talking nonsense.
She couldn't help asking him, "if I heard you right, you came down from upstairs. Since you get up early and go to bed early, why are you still staying in the Sutra Pavilion so late?"
Had it not been for the footsteps coming from the building, Zhao Jingyi would not have been so frightened.
In the middle of the night, it's not surprising if someone came upstairs to find her. When the boy came downstairs, the sound of footsteps was so slight that she was scared to death.
The young man didn't know that she had scared herself up in her heart. All this was written down on him. He said in his usual tone: "read the Scriptures and forget the time."
Zhao Jingyi thought that this person is really strange. The abbot in charge of others may not have such a Buddha heart. You are a teenager who hasn't even shaved his hair. You can read scriptures all day. Isn't this nonsense?
But how can it be so true when it comes out of this man's mouth?
She shook her head gently and just put all these messy thoughts behind her.
He heard the young man say, "besides, I'm not afraid of ghosts."
Zhao Jingyi immediately: "
Suddenly my hands itched.
If Zhao Feng and Zhao Zhi had talked to her like this, they would have been picked up and beaten.
But the boy in front of him was completely different from the two men.
She still remembered the two steamed buns. After thinking for a moment, she endured the itch and asked him, "did you hide something to eat tonight?"
The young man smelled the speech, his steps were slightly paused, and a pair of eyes without waves and waves looked at her, "is the princess hungry?"
"No!"
Zhao Jingyi thought: does this palace look like a person who doesn't have enough to eat every day?
She raised her hand and touched her earlobe. She was a little unnatural and said, "if you're hungry, there's still some food in the palace."
In fact, she wants to repay the kindness, but there are many things in her heart. This is also a temple. The little princess knows that she has come to stay temporarily. It's not easy to ask about this and that. The idea of returning the two steamed buns a hundred times can only be put aside for the time being.
It's rare to meet this boy again tonight.
"I wasn't hungry." the young man walked on, his tone was as moving as the spring breeze at night. "After hearing the princess's question, he suddenly felt hungry."
"That's just right." Zhao Jingyi thought about it. Xun Chun prepared several cakes for her. They were all vegetarian and just wrapped them for him.
In order not to see the royal highness of the Royal Highness, she was always in debt to two people.
They talked with each other and soon walked to the meditation room where Zhao Jingyi lived.
She opened the door to ask xunchun to take out the cakes, but found that the little maid who was forced to wait for her every day was already sleepy and dozing at the table.
"Shh." Zhao Jingyi put her index finger to her lips, made a silent movement, and said to the boy, "wait for me here."
The latter nodded and stood under the pear tree with a lamp.
Zhao Jingyi walked in lightly, wrapped half of the cakes and took them out. As soon as she looked up, she saw the wind blowing in front of her eyes, plain clothes and white flowers. She was as young as a picture.
The open space in front of the door and the eaves were covered with bright moonlight.
The lamp in his hand was warm, and the bright yellow tassels falling under it shook slightly and brushed the light and shadow of the ground.
Zhao Jingyi also brought some Xu Xinghua in her eyes, raised her hand and handed the wrapped cakes to the boy, "if you eat these, you also say that there is no difference between steamed bread and delicacies, even if the palace loses."
The boy smiled and reached for it, but said nothing.
Zhao Jingyi suddenly remembered something and added, "it's all vegetarian. You can eat it at ease."
The boy stood in the falling flowers and nodded slightly, "thank you, princess."
Zhao Jingyi didn't know what to think. Suddenly, she put her hands together and gave a Buddhist ceremony to the young man, "I should thank the Buddha."
She said seriously, "thank you, Buddha, for finding me a man with a lantern to light the way. Thank you, too."
The boy suddenly smiled and his eyes were full of warm colors.
Zhao Jingyi looked up and saw the man in front of her, but saw the little self in his eyes, shrouded in warm brilliance.
She was slightly stunned, and the boy had turned and left.
The world is long and the night is quiet.
The princess, who was afraid of the dark and afraid of ghosts, took a cold sweat in the middle of the night and fell asleep when she entered the house.
As time went on, the little princess got up early and went to bed early. Gradually, she recovered her habit of practicing sword in the morning and reading during the day, but she still went to the Sutra pavilion to copy Scriptures every day.
From the beginning, I met the young man at dusk in the morning and made a nodding acquaintance. Gradually, I became a regular guest in the same elegant room.
Zhao Jingyi threw her pen and ink out of her hand and almost reached out to lift the table and smash it at the person who didn't know whether it was a man or a ghost."The princess is afraid of ghosts?" the young man asked her in a quiet voice.Zhao Jingyi opened her eyes and saw the young man in white standing a few steps away with a lantern. The fire reflected the room, warm and bright.She looked at the visitor for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the ink black spots scattered all over the floor. She couldn't help being embarrassed, "what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"Almost scared the princess!The boy raised the lantern a little higher and said in a warm voice: "just after I settled down, the Buddha told me that someone here is afraid of the dark and asked me to help him shine on the way."In fact, he is in the Sutra Pavilion all day, but he is usually on the third floor and the little princess is on the second floor. They are masters day and night, and they can't meet each other.Zhao Jingyi heard him say this and said to herself: I believe you, ghost!But she also knew that the man was kind, and her face eased for a long time. She immediately collected the pen and ink, and pressed the copied scriptures with a paperweight. After finishing these, she turned and said to the boy, "let's go."The young man carried a lamp in front of him to illuminate the road. Zhao Jingyi fell behind him a step or two and chased the light downstairs.Outside, the moon covered the ground, and the breeze was gentle.After the cold spring, the warmth is getting stronger and the flowers in the temple are in full bloom, which is not inferior to the colorful flowers in the imperial garden. What's more difficult is that there are more elegant here.It was quiet after dark.Even the falling flowers from the branches were slow and peaceful, and gently passed through the young girl's sleeves.The young man said, "there are three thousand gods and Buddhas in the temple. As long as the princess has a clear conscience, she doesn't have to be afraid of ghosts."Zhao Jingyi walked a little faster and walked side by side with the boy in white.She frowned and said, "fear of the dark has nothing to do with a clear conscience."The teenager did not argue with her and found another way: "then get up early and go to bed early."Zhao Jingyi was stunned when she heard the speech.What strange way is this?The boy walked on her side, the wind brushed his cloud sleeve and wiped the back of Zhao Jingyi's hand.She felt a little itchy. She simply put her hand behind her back, walked side by side with the people on her side, and looked down at the slightly floating fire on the ground.Also inexplicably felt a bit interesting."Go to bed early. When you fall asleep, you won't be disturbed by darkness and ghosts." when the young man said this, he was like a miracle doctor giving a good prescription to protect the patient's life."Get up early, keep fit, avoid all diseases, and live a long life."Zhao Jingyi had heard him say the first sentence and thought it was quite reasonable. The more she listened, the more she felt that the teenager was talking nonsense.She couldn't help asking him, "if I heard you right, you came down from upstairs. Since you get up early and go to bed early, why are you still staying in the Sutra Pavilion so late?"Had it not been for the footsteps coming from the building, Zhao Jingyi would not have been so frightened.In the middle of the night, it's not surprising if someone came upstairs to find her. When the boy came downstairs, the sound of footsteps was so slight that she was scared to death.The young man didn't know that she had scared herself up in her heart. All this was written down on him. He said in his usual tone: "read the Scriptures and forget the time."Zhao Jingyi thought that this person is really strange. The abbot in charge of others may not have such a Buddha heart. You are a teenager who hasn't even shaved his hair. You can read scriptures all day. Isn't this nonsense?But how can it be so true when it comes out of this man's mouth?She shook her head gently and just put all these messy thoughts behind her.He heard the young man say, "besides, I'm not afraid of ghosts."Zhao Jingyi immediately: "Suddenly my hands itched.If Zhao Feng and Zhao Zhi had talked to her like this, they would have been picked up and beaten.But the boy in front of him was completely different from the two men.She still remembered the two steamed buns. After thinking for a moment, she endured the itch and asked him, "did you hide something to eat tonight?"The young man smelled the speech, his steps were slightly paused, and a pair of eyes without waves and waves looked at her, "is the princess hungry?""No!"Zhao Jingyi thought: does this palace look like a person who doesn't have enough to eat every day?She raised her hand and touched her earlobe. She was a little unnatural and said, "if you're hungry, there's still some food in the palace."In fact, she wants to repay the kindness, but there are many things in her heart. This is also a temple. The little princess knows that she has come to stay temporarily. It's not easy to ask about this and that. The idea of returning the two steamed buns a hundred times can only be put aside for the time being.It's rare to meet this boy again tonight."I wasn't hungry." the young man walked on, his tone was as moving as the spring breeze at night. "After hearing the princess's question, he suddenly felt hungry.""That's just right." Zhao Jingyi thought about it. Xun Chun prepared several cakes for her. They were all vegetarian and just wrapped them for him.In order not to see the royal highness of the Royal Highness, she was always in debt to two people.They talked with each other and soon walked to the meditation room where Zhao Jingyi lived.She opened the door to ask xunchun to take out the cakes, but found that the little maid who was forced to wait for her every day was already sleepy and dozing at the table."Shh." Zhao Jingyi put her index finger to her lips, made a silent movement, and said to the boy, "wait for me here."The latter nodded and stood under the pear tree with a lamp.Zhao Jingyi walked in lightly, wrapped half of the cakes and took them out. As soon as she looked up, she saw the wind blowing in front of her eyes, plain clothes and white flowers. She was as young as a picture.The open space in front of the door and the eaves were covered with bright moonlight.The lamp in his hand was warm, and the bright yellow tassels falling under it shook slightly and brushed the light and shadow of the ground.Zhao Jingyi also brought some Xu Xinghua in her eyes, raised her hand and handed the wrapped cakes to the boy, "if you eat these, you also say that there is no difference between steamed bread and delicacies, even if the palace loses."The boy smiled and reached for it, but said nothing.Zhao Jingyi suddenly remembered something and added, "it's all vegetarian. You can eat it at ease."The boy stood in the falling flowers and nodded slightly, "thank you, princess."Zhao Jingyi didn't know what to think. Suddenly, she put her hands together and gave a Buddhist ceremony to the young man, "I should thank the Buddha."She said seriously, "thank you, Buddha, for finding me a man with a lantern to light the way. Thank you, too."The boy suddenly smiled and his eyes were full of warm colors.Zhao Jingyi looked up and saw the man in front of her, but saw the little self in his eyes, shrouded in warm brilliance.She was slightly stunned, and the boy had turned and left.The world is long and the night is quiet.The princess, who was afraid of the dark and afraid of ghosts, took a cold sweat in the middle of the night and fell asleep when she entered the house.As time went on, the little princess got up early and went to bed early. Gradually, she recovered her habit of practicing sword in the morning and reading during the day, but she still went to the Sutra pavilion to copy Scriptures every day.From the beginning, I met the young man at dusk in the morning and made a nodding acquaintance. Gradually, I became a regular guest in the same elegant room.
