Chapter 129 Buddha, please protect your little fox (41)
Chen Yuan just stood there quietly, watching him leave, step by step, farther away.
The thin autumn rain outside seemed to drip into the house, penetrating into her bones and taking away the last bit of warmth in her body.
All the color had faded from her delicate little face, leaving her pale even with the finest rouge.
Chen Yuan clenched her palms tightly and watched Jingchen walk out of the meditation room until the last piece of white clothes disappeared...
At that moment, she finally couldn't suppress the bone-chilling coldness anymore, and her tense body softened in an instant.
The slender, snow-white little hand was spread out, and the palm was already bloody and covered in flesh, with several fingerprints pressed into the flesh by the fingertips.
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There was a layer of rain falling from the sky, dripping onto Jingchen's shoulders, instantly creating a large area of wetness.
Seeing this, the sergeant quickly opened a bamboo umbrella to shield him from the rain.
Jingchen just dodged to the side like an angry child, letting the autumn rain soak his whole body.
There was a mist in front of her eyes, and a few water droplets unconsciously stained Jingchen's long, curled eyelashes.
He straightened his body, his cold, thin lips trembling unconsciously, his ascetic face was bloodless and frighteningly pale, and the big hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, the veins almost showing.
He didn't know how much effort it took for him to control himself and not look behind him.
The little fox deceived him, and he should be angry, but Jingchen's heart always subconsciously made excuses for her.
Did she have her own reasons? Or was she being threatened?
After he returns to the palace, will the little fox miss him?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Jingchen could only curl the corners of his mouth sarcastically, with a look of obscurity and sadness in his eyes.
The abbot said that the fox demon clan is inherently cunning and good at bewitching and captivating people.
He didn't take it seriously, but now, he is suffering the consequences.
The path down the mountain was soaked by the autumn rain and was very muddy.
The wind carrying the fragrance of bamboo blew towards him, blowing Jingchen's snow-white robe, and his tall and thin body almost shook.
When the sergeant saw his pale face, although he didn't know what had happened, he still felt a little distressed.
The Buddhist disciple was kind-hearted and guarded Jingchen Palace for eighteen years for the sake of the people of Daliang. After Daliang prospered, he was treated like an object and was married off by the emperor to the unruly Princess Chaoyang.
If charged with the crime of disobeying the imperial order, even a respected Buddhist would end up as a prisoner.
He was confined to Putuo Temple and was not allowed to leave for the rest of his life.
I wonder what the emperor was thinking when he issued this decree?
Was he heartbroken for his daughter? Or was he ashamed because the disciple disobeyed his orders?
Captain Wu had no way of knowing all this. He only knew that Buddhist disciple Jingchen should not have fallen to such a state.
But he had to be the bad guy and take the Buddhist disciple back to the Daliang Palace.
Wu Chang felt the sword in his palm was a little cold. He took a deep breath and said respectfully to Jing Chen:
"Buddha, the weather is cold in autumn. Please wear a cloak to avoid catching a cold."
The little soldier beside him immediately came forward holding a fluffy cloak.
The cloak is made of snow fox fur, it is snow-white without any impurities, and is perfect for keeping warm.
Jingchen's eyes trembled and he didn't answer.
Wu Chang thought that the disciple had some resentment in his heart and wanted to continue to persuade him, but he saw him indifferently withdraw his gaze and walk straight into the rain.
If he wore a fox fur cape or fur coat, the little fox would probably be angry...
Jingchen's eyes were dim, and his tall and slender figure seemed to be immersed in a suffocating lake, filled with bitterness and sadness.
Even the sergeant felt a deep sense of sorrow and could hardly conceal his disbelief.
It was the first time that he saw other emotions appear on the calm and detached face of the Buddhist disciple.
Moreover, it is a sad and painful emotion, as if one has been ruthlessly abandoned, feeling depressed and inferior.
What exactly happened to the Buddhist disciples in Putuo Temple?
Is it related to the girl named Chen Yuan?
Wu Chang's lips moved, but he didn't ask in the end.
The white sedan stopped in front. The captain took a deep breath and said softly:
"Buddha, get in the sedan chair."
Jingchen stopped and did not move.
His eyelashes trembled, and finally he bent down and walked into the sedan chair.
The group left in a hurry, and a petite figure walked out from beside the osmanthus tree not far away.
She stood there for a very long time before turning around and leaving reluctantly.
Two drops of water unexpectedly dripped onto the moist soil and finally merged with the cold autumn rain.
Putuo Temple seemed to be much quieter, no longer as bustling as it was in June with all the incense burning.
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The Daliang Palace, looking at it from afar, is a scene of splendor and grandeur.
The long palace road was filled with countless heads.
His Majesty was wearing a gold-embroidered dragon robe, with a flattering and fawning smile on his face. He didn't have the awe-inspiring aura he had when he forced Jingchen to marry into the princess's family.
That’s right, if the country is about to be destroyed, shouldn’t we just keep a low profile?
Behind him were a group of concubines wearing jewels and exquisite makeup, as well as ministers with big bellies and fat bodies.
Princess Chaoyang stood beside the emperor, wearing a bright red long dress, black hair with pearl hairpins, several pearl and gem necklaces hanging around her slender neck, and even two jade bracelets on her bare wrists.
Some time ago, she was beaten with thirty sticks and had to lie in bed for more than half a month.
If her mother had not sent ginseng soup, deer antlers, and various precious tonics, she would not be able to stand here unharmed.
Princess Chaoyang looked at the sedan chair on the palace road as if she were looking at an enemy.
It's all Jingchen's fault! And that bitch named Chen Yuan!
She gritted her teeth, and the soft flesh on her face squeezed into a ball, looking a lot fatter than before.
The rich have wine and meat, but there are starving people on the streets.
Inside the palace, there were singing and dancing, and piles of wine and meat were stinking and rotting, but outside the palace, the place had already fallen into chaos.
"Buddha, I have been waiting for you here for a long time. I wonder if you are doing well in Putuo Temple. You don't know how much I miss you."
The emperor smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum, stretched his neck and looked around.
The sergeant saluted respectfully and said in a deep voice
"Your Majesty, I have brought you the Buddha."
The emperor waved his hand and said with a smile
"I know, please move aside. I want to welcome the Buddha personally."
After saying this, he bent down and tried to pull the bead curtain on the sedan chair.
A large white hand with distinct joints was the first to reach out.
The emperor withdrew his hand angrily, the smile on his face froze for a moment, and then bloomed even more brightly.
The bead curtain was pulled aside, revealing a tall and slender white figure in the air.
The sergeant immediately opened his bamboo umbrella to shield Jingchen from the rain and dew.
Jingchen was thin, his clothes rustling in the wind, his handsome face expressionless, his look cold and gloomy.
The emperor raised his eyes in a very obscene manner, looked at Jingchen's face, and said cautiously
"Buddha's son?"
Jingchen lowered his eyes slightly and hummed softly.
The emperor was overjoyed to receive the response and gave a look to Princess Chaoyang behind him.
Princess Chaoyang's face darkened, she bit her lip and said nothing.
Concubine Liu behind her, receiving the emperor's warning and displeased look, immediately pinched Chaoyang on the back.
"ah!"
Chaoyang cried out in pain and turned his head, only to meet his mother's cold eyes.
She immediately stopped and reluctantly stepped forward, bowing to Jingchen with both hands.
"Welcome back to the palace, Buddhist disciple. I was young and ignorant before. Please forgive my mistakes and give Daliang and me a chance."
She lowered her head to hide the dissatisfaction and resentment in her eyes.
If it weren't for her mother's kind advice, she would not have grovelled and begged for Jingchen's forgiveness.
He is just a mascot of Daliang, born with a good appearance. How can he be compared with her?
The next second, a dark shadow flashed across his sight.
Chaoyang looked up in disbelief and saw Jingchen looking past her expressionlessly, not even bothering to give her a glance.
Her pupils suddenly contracted, her body trembled with anger, and she was about to explode.
A heavy cough was heard from behind.
It's the Emperor...
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