Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1791 Jiang Wujiang Extra Story (1)

Royal Palace.

Royal study.

Jiang Wujiang buried his head at his desk to approve the papers.

She is now 25 years old, just at the prime of her life. She has been in power for more than ten years, and the greenness between her brows has faded, and she has become more mature and stable, and more intelligent and wise.

Now, in terms of knowledge, the emperor has nothing to teach her.

Occasionally, there are many reasons, and the emperor teacher still needs to ask Jiang Wujiang for advice.

She was tired looking at the booklet, and was lost in thought at the deep night outside.

The maid of honor stepped forward at the right time, and said with a smile: "It's already late at night, Your Majesty, take a rest and read it tomorrow! The rest of the papers are no longer important, Your Majesty must ensure your health!"

Jiang Wujiang closed the folder and stepped down from the throne.

Stepping on the soft and rich carpet, she walked towards the door. "What day is today?"

"Today is Li Shijun's birthday, and Lord Feng has already given him something." The maid of the palace spoke softly and cheerfully, which made people feel happy.

Jiang Wujiang frowned. "Not about this."

The palace lady searched hard in her mind. It wasn't the first emperor's day, nor was it an important festival. What day was that?

She suddenly had an idea, remembered something, and fell silent again.

Jiang Wujiang remained motionless, and calmly said, "Say!"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it was the day when the Regent was ordained and became a monk more than ten years ago."

"Oh!"

Jiang Wujiang stared in one direction, stared in a daze, and sighed silently for a while. "Let's go!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, where are you going?"

This is a problem.

Jiang Wujiang was still staring at the dark night sky, but a picture of the harem appeared in his mind. She has many servants, which one should she go to?

"Feng Jun's place!"

"Yes!"

The big palace lady responded, and some young palace ladies hurried outside to deliver the news so that Feng Jun could prepare to pick him up.

When Jiang Wujiang arrived, Ming Feng had already led a group of palace people waiting.

Jiang Wujiang walked in imposingly, Ming Feng bowed and said, "Welcome Your Majesty!"

"Free gift!"

Jiang Wujiang walked in, Ming Feng hurriedly stepped forward and poured a bowl of tea, "Is Your Majesty tired?"

"Yeah! Change clothes!"

A trace of joy rose in Mingfeng's heart, he took the initiative to take off Jiang Wujiang's clothes, and put on light plain clothes, knowing that the emperor was going to rest here tonight, he became lighthearted.

Jiang Wujiang was lying on the couch, Ming Feng gently held her shoulders and back, the strength of his hand was just right, and it was comfortable.

Jiang Wujiang's heart was very light, she said a little tiredly: "How are you today?"

"It's good! The palace has been very peaceful these few days. Today, on Li Shijun's birthday, all the palaces sent things to him. Li Shijun also thanked him one by one. Everyone had a good time with him. Now, it's a whole year The festivals are almost over, and there will be no festivals for three months, so it's a joy to be lively today."

"Hmm!" Jiang Wujiang listened lazily, "Since you are so happy, why not be more happy, and give a pair of Ruyi!"

Ming Feng lowered his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Yes! Then Li Shijun will be extremely happy."

Jiang Wujiang smiled.

Are you happy?
Not necessarily!
After staying in the palace for a long time, can you still understand what true joy is?

Her thoughts flew outside, to Baoguang Temple, and to a monk named Fo Nu.

She had seen what real joy looked like, so she felt that the joy in the palace was a bit boring.

That face was the most joyful face she had ever seen.

The smiles of other people are three points of friendship, three points of interests, and four points of bewilderment!

Ming Feng lowered his eyes slightly, as if he understood why Jiang Wujiang had such an expression.

Since he was canonized as Fengjun by the emperor at the age of 14, he has been with him for so many years, and he has long understood the emperor's mind.

The emperor's heart has long been given to the Buddhist slaves of Baoguang Temple, and it is only the emperor and the king who stay in the palace.

Everyone said that they wished to meet when they were not married, but for him, they wished to meet when His Majesty had the heart.

At that time, he could still fight with his infatuation. Where and how should he fight now?
Jiang Wujiang fell asleep under his gentle fingering.

Mingfeng looked at his fingers, was a little dazed, and then let out a long sigh.

He covered Jiang Wujiang with a quilt, came down silently, washed his hands, and carefully applied a bottle of Baihua ointment.

"Feng Jun kneaded for His Majesty for a long time today, but his hand hurts. I will prepare ointment for you to soak your hands, okay?"

"No need! Actually, it's okay." He looked at his hands carefully.

He relied on these hands to please His Majesty, His Majesty liked his kneading very much, he could fall asleep quickly with him, this was a rare opportunity to serve His Majesty, he just wanted to do it himself, and he didn't want any palace servants to intervene.

After he was busy with all this, he also went to bed to sleep peacefully. He really wanted to hug Jiang Wujiang's arms, but he felt sorry for her so hard to fall asleep, so he resisted the impulse and curled up to sleep.

the next day.

As soon as the morning light came in from outside, Jiang Wujiang woke up.

Waiting for Jiang Wujiang to wash and change clothes, eating breakfast, watching her go away, Ming Feng's shoulders collapsed.

The palace people next to him knew why their own Lord Feng suddenly behaved like this. Today is the day when His Majesty went to Baoguang Temple, and it has been rain or shine for more than ten years.

Lord Feng is always a little lost on this day, they are used to it, and the other servants are probably used to it too, right?

……

The road leading to Baoguang Temple has long been leveled.

When the sedan chair reached the foot of the mountain, Jiang Wujiang would walk up the mountain by himself.

She has already walked this part of the road very well.

You can know where you are going with your eyes closed.

As soon as he walked halfway up the mountain, he heard a Buddha's chant and a joyful cry: "Hey, Your Majesty, are you here?"

Hearing this familiar and pleasant voice, Jiang Wujiang felt as if a gust of breeze passed through his heart, feeling extremely comfortable.

A straightforward monk with a heroic spirit appeared in front of Jiang Wujiang, and walked forward side by side with her.

Jiang Wujiang deliberately walked faster, the monk immediately smiled and said, "Are you going to compete with me for foot strength? Then you may lose to me. I just carried water from the mountain to the foot of the mountain a while ago, so I'm used to it."

Jiang Wujiang glanced at the man silently, time has changed, but he has never changed, which is really enviable.

"Fo Nu!"

Jiang Wujiang couldn't help calling out the name.

Fo Nu stopped and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wujiang sighed softly, "It's nothing, is your master still in good health?"

"Fortunately, the medicine given by His Majesty last time was very good. Master didn't cough after taking it." Fonu's clear eyes were very clear and joyful, which was a kind of joy that really came from the heart.

That smile instantly made Jiang Wujiang feel much happier, not as pure as the joy of fame and fortune.

After Fo Nu finished speaking, he continued to lower his head and seriously tested his leg strength.

Suddenly, he let out a soft "Hey", stopped, and looked up at the treetops.

"What are you looking at?"

Jiang Wujiang also stopped, and followed him to look up the tree.

Fonu froze for a moment, "There used to be a bird's nest there, but now the bird's nest is gone, and there are eggshells on the ground."

"Oh! Did the bird knock down the egg?" Jiang Wujiang looked away from the tree, and asked casually. Compared to such trivial things as the bird laying eggs and the bird's nest missing, she preferred to look at the face of the monk in front of her.

Fo Nu obviously did not have such an awareness, he suddenly climbed up the tree, climbed to a high branch, the wind blowing the leaves rustled, it sounded peaceful and peaceful.

The palace people who followed beside him all lowered their eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, concentrating and restraining their breath.

They have seen this kind of behavior for many years, asking His Majesty to wait under the tree, while Fo Nu climbed up the branch and condescended to look at His Majesty. Others did this kind of action, and they did not know how many times they died, but Fo Nu did it like this. Not only is there nothing wrong with it, His Majesty, it seems that he is very happy.

As for it, it was commonplace to go to collect the clothes after agreeing to make water for His Majesty, to go to listen to scriptures with His Majesty, but to fall asleep and drool in the end.

Everyone knows that Jiang Wujiang indulged Fo Nu.

That kind of indulgence can challenge the imperial power.

It's just that Fonu never realized how special he was. In his mind, Jiang Wujiang was still the little friend who squatted on the ground and watched the ants line up together when he was a child, not some high-ranking emperor.

It was useless to explain to him the difference between the little friend and the emperor, as he couldn't remember it at all.

Fo Nu watched what happened on the tree for a while, and then he came down from the tree numbly, shaking his head and said: "It's not that the egg fell, it's because a snake swallowed the egg."

"How do you know?" Jiang Wujiang became interested.

Fonu smiled and looked behind him, "The snake is still on the tree, it just scared me."

"You still have something to be afraid of?" Jiang Wujiang's eyebrows were full of joy, she felt that she must be sick, she didn't like the beautiful rivers and mountains in the palace, but she fell in love with this quiet place.

Fonu seriously said: "I naturally have things to be afraid of, and I am afraid of a lot. I am also afraid of thunder, and I am also afraid of rain. A few days ago, I washed the clothes before I had time to collect them, so I washed them again. "

"Are you... afraid of me?" Jiang Wujiang looked at her seriously, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Fonu glanced at her up and down, "What are you afraid of doing? Could it be that you will thunder?"

Jiang Wujiang was dumbfounded, then he raised his head and laughed out loud.

Buddha slave, worthy of being her Buddha slave, has never changed in so many years.

Fo Nu's brows became more solemn, "They said you can set off thunder, do you really do it? If you do, I dare not touch you again."

"Ah!" Jiang Wujiang was stunned, and then laughed louder and more cheerfully.

Fonu also laughed, he didn't know why he laughed.

He's just plain, rejoice!
Baoguang Temple has arrived.

The abbot, who was already extremely gray-haired, was leading the monks from all over the temple to welcome the holy driver.

"Amitabha, this old monk leads Baoguang Temple to greet His Majesty."

Carefree all the way, Jiang Wujiang, who has returned to his youthful appearance, finally regained some imperial aura.

"Exemption from etiquette and flat life. Abbot, please do as you please. Buddha's slave will accompany me."

The abbot stepped back very skillfully, bowed and sang the Buddha's name, and led the disciples there.

Before leaving, he glanced at Fonu.

Fo Nu was already happily enjoying the delicacies brought by Jiang Wujiang from the palace, without any other consciousness at all.

The abbot sighed softly. In fact, he had no sutras to explain to the emperor, and sometimes the emperor would give him sutras instead.

Jiang Wujiang is a rare cleverness, and none of the monks in the temple is Jiang Wujiang's opponent.

Master Abbot once thought that if Jiang Wujiang was not an emperor, but in Buddhism, he would definitely have the ability to become a generation of eminent monks in the future.

However, things in the world have always been one thing and one thing.

Jiang Wujiang, who was about to mature, fell into the hands of Fo Nu.

Nowadays, the only ones in Baoguang Temple who can really preach scriptures for the emperor are Buddha slaves.

Buddha Slave was born with a predestined relationship with Buddhism, and was thrown at the gate of Baoguang Temple when he was born. Over the years, he has gone through wind and rain, but he is still innocent and innocent. Just because of his purity, he is the most wise person in Baoguang Temple , Be worthy of the emperor's master.

These years, accompanying the emperor to fade away the injustice and depression in her heart, Fonu has done a good job, never done so well.

Thinking of this, the abbot sighed and left.

Fo Nu didn't know that he was carrying such a heavy responsibility at the same time. He ate the shortbread in the palace and got a few scum on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Wujiang stretched out his hand and wiped away the residue.

Fo Nu only paused for a moment, and then smiled.

Jiang Wujiang thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Have you gone down the mountain to practice again?"

"I've been there for a few days, and I'm not used to staying at the foot of the mountain. After walking for a few days, I thought you would come to see me, so I came back."

Jiang Wujiang was very surprised, this was the first time Fonu said that he missed her.

"Do you remember the day I came to see you?"

"Of course!" Feru smiled.

"Then...would you like to go back to the palace with me?" Jiang Wujiang's eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation, as if his wish for many years would come true in one day, but he was afraid that once it came true, let her go Lost something to remember.

Fonu laughed. "Why do you ask this question again? It's time for me to ask you. When will you come to Baoguang Temple? We can read scriptures, write, and enjoy the scenery together. The palace is too big, and I will definitely get lost if I walk in it."

get lost!

Jiang Wujiang looked at the innocent face of that day, a little stunned.

She just got lost in the palace.

She looked at Fonu with complicated eyes. Such an innocent person can sometimes utter deafening words, or incomparably subtle words, which are unforgettable.

Fo Nu finished eating, moved the table by himself, and said, "What scripture do you want to copy today?"

"whatever!"

Jiang Wujiang sighed a little!
She was a child who was soaked in blood, she was never afraid of killing, but she was afraid that she would not be able to stop from now on, she just wanted to kill.

Baoguang Temple and Buddhist slaves.

It is the magic weapon of her Ning Xin spirit. Only when she is here can she get rid of the worries of the world and find herself again.

Fonu saw that she was already writing, and he himself was meditating on a futon under her feet. He just meditated, but he lay down on his stomach and fell asleep.

Jiang Wujiang smiled, a doting smile on the corners of his lips.

Still the same as before!

(End of this chapter)