The thirty-sixth section of the end of the bad deeds
"Little Eagle, do you want to go to the Shaolin Temple to experience it? I heard that there are seventy-two unique arts and thirty-six magical powers. There are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in the temple. There are countless masters. The one with the highest martial arts skills is an old monk who sweeps the floor and collects scriptures.
You must go to the pavilion. The Yi Jin Jing and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra are the most precious treasures in the world. It would be a pity not to go."
Early in the morning, Yun Ye escaped from home with Wangcai regardless of his injuries. He couldn't go to the academy. Mr. Yushan was still waiting to question him. Only Shan Ying's small courtyard was the safest. Let's see if Shan Ying could be tricked there.
Being a bodyguard, Dou Yanshan left a heavy shadow on him.
"Shaolin Temple? What are you going to do there? A bunch of bald donkeys, what's there to see? Once a person is over sixty years old, his energy and blood are exhausted and his body becomes rigid. How can there be a master? What are the "Yi Jin Jing" and "Marrow Cleansing Sutra"? I haven't heard of it.
However, my master, a great master of his generation, still has to wake up several times a night, which is a lie."
Shan Ying likes Wangcai very much now. He brushes Wangcai's hair there and keeps saying that the fat Wangcai is very cute, but he can't ride it. He stumbles after taking two steps and can't walk when he sees delicious food.
, a good horse was ruined.
"If you don't help Wangcai lose weight, he will definitely not survive ten years."
Shan Ying grabbed Wangcai's fat belly and warned Yun Ye.
"Wangcai is my brother, and I always hate to let him endure hardships. Besides, Wangcai is such a good boy. Now he has to work hard to run two or three miles every day."
"Then, you go shopping for food on your own in the market? Horses eat grass, with some beans at most. They eat fruits, pots and pans, and drink wine all day long. I even saw some stuffing cooked meat slices into their mouths.
, aren’t you afraid that something will go wrong with it?”
Yun Ye has always been worried about Wangcai's health. Ever since Wangcai followed him, Yun Ye had to take care of Wangcai first even if he didn't eat. Now this shortcoming is gradually showing up, that is, its mouth is getting more and more greedy.
He is used to eating fine food. If he wants it to eat some hay, it will cost his life. In order to help it lose weight some time ago, Yun Ye dried the best grass and fed it to it. Who knew that this guy wouldn't eat a bite. He was hungry.
He ran to Yun Ye's house and opened the door with his head. He held Yun Ye's clothes in his mouth and asked him to open the courtyard door so that he could go out to buy something to eat. His pitiful eyes made Yun Ye hard to get hard again and again.
My heart was shattered.
Now Shan Ying's old story was brought up again, which made Yun Ye's heart rise again. Other horses have been in heat since they were three or four years old, and they are so stupid that they only know how to run to the market to find food. At the turn of spring and summer, horses are
During the estrus season, I put it together with a group of mares, but unexpectedly all the mares were kicked away by it. I lay down comfortably on a pile of hay and slept.
Whose horse sleeps lying down? Horses should sleep standing up. This is a habit developed since the ancestors' time. Now it has disappeared from Wangcai. A horse can live for thirty years. Yun Ye hopes that Wangcai can
Accompany him for the rest of his life. If he cannot survive even ten years, he will even have the intention to kill.
"But you are lucky. You met me and gave me your wealth. In less than half a year, I will make it the best war horse. Look at its ears, look at its nostrils, and look again.
His front chest, hind legs, no matter where you look at it, he should be a good horse, but you hurt him."
"I know Wangcai is a good horse. I don't need you to remind me. Again, he is my brother, not a war horse. I don't want it to suffer. What kind of war horse is it? As long as it lives a long life, who dares to do nothing?"
Let him go to the battlefield and I will hack him to death."
The two brothers had discussed it in the wasteland. They wanted to live a life of being popular and drinking spicy food. Yun Ye was getting further and further away from this goal. He didn't want the happiness of making money to be taken away again.
"Is he your brother?" Shan Ying asked Yun Ye with his eyes widened.
"Closer than brothers!"
"Do you plan to indulge him for the rest of his life?"
"That's natural. As the elder brother, I will take care of his wife and children. I will take care of everything in his future life. If I eat a bite, I will share half of it with him. Then he will die a carefree old age. It would be best if we could die together.
Already."
It was impossible for Shan Ying to understand Yun Ye's lonely and desolate mentality when he was most isolated and helpless in the wilderness. Without wealth, he might not be able to survive. At this time, who cares whether he is a horse or not.
"I will accompany you to the Shaolin Temple, but I will take care of Wangcai. You are not allowed to interfere along the way. Even if you see him suffering, you are not allowed to come over. A horse is a horse. You cannot raise him as a human being. You want him to live a long life.
Just listen to me."
Yun Ye nodded with difficulty and said to Shan Ying: "Okay, let him stay with me for two more days. After the house is tidied up, we will hit the road. Then I will give Wangcai to you to take care of him."
Wangcai followed Yun Ye home obediently. His home was now a purgatory for him. Grandma was so happy that she couldn't live anymore. She sent a sign to the palace early to request an audience with the queen. Maybe she could meet Shouyang by the way. She
The old man only had his great-grandson in his eyes, and he didn't care who his great-grandson's mother was. As for Yun Ye's punishment, she didn't get any sympathy from her old man, and she was judged as deserved.
After all, the teeth mark on her butt did not escape Xin Yue's eyes. If it were left by a woman like a singer, she wouldn't even look at it. However, after knowing that it was left by a princess, she started to make sarcastic remarks.
It wasn't until I finally heard that the princess was pregnant that I completely exploded.
Unlike what Yun Ye thought, Xin Yue didn't cry or shed a single tear. She just rode on Yun Ye, twisting and pinching indiscriminately. Except for her buttocks, the rest of her body was covered with bruises. One side was bruised.
He also cursed that the damn coquettish princess should be put in a pig cage and drowned alive.
My daughter in Shuzhong, I always cry when I don’t have anything to do. How should I live? After what happened, I stopped crying. I ate three bowls of dinner, and the sharp eyes in my eyes were darting around. Yun Ye, who had done something wrong, almost lost his head.
Buried in the rice plate, the maids and servants walked nervously with their legs crossed. Even Wangcai, who was accustomed to chatting with Yun Ye after dinner, was kicked away by her.
If it had been other men in the Tang Dynasty, they would have gone crazy, but Yun Ye was different. He was a good boy of the new generation who grew up under the red flag and had been educated for many years. The face of feudalism had not yet invaded him. Men from other families could have three wives and four concubines.
It was no problem for him to show off his swagger and even sleep with his wife. When it came to him, this kind of thing could only be an obscenity in his mind. When his wife caught her pigtails in such a serious way, she just rode on him and beat him twice. Yun Ye felt that he had taken possession of her.
How dare you resist after getting a huge advantage?
She didn't even wash her feet, so she got into bed early and pretended to be dead without saying a word. She pricked up her ears and listened to what was going on outside.
It was very hot in the basin. Knowing that she did it on purpose, Yun Ye gritted his teeth and remained silent. If you can, you can burn your feet into pig's trotters.
Xin Yue's big eyes turned to Yun Ye, and she tried her best to say: "I don't know what the princess is attracted to by a stinky prince who doesn't wash his feet. Could it be that she likes smellier ones? I heard that I
People in Tubo only take two baths in their lifetime, so why don't they marry in Tubo? The men there are suitable for her and can last her whole life."
This metaphor is too vicious. Sometimes one or two Tibetan envoys will appear in Chang'an City. The real master who can stand up to the wind is more effective than the government servants who yell at him. As soon as the Tubo people appear, there will be no one on the street. In the end
He was sent back to Honglu Temple by the official patrolling the streets and ordered not to go out.
After washing for a full stick of incense, her feet were soaked and turned white. Xin Yue probably felt that she couldn't wash them any more. If she washed her feet any more, it would be useless. Then it was not cost-effective to take care of the lame person herself, so she let her go.
Yun Ye.
On weekdays, Yun Ye slept inside the bed. Men in the Tang Dynasty did not sleep outside. It would be unlucky to have his wife step over him in the middle of the night. But it was different tonight. Xin Yue pushed Yun Ye outside like a sack.
Sleep inside by yourself.
"If you go out, there are no rules for a woman to sleep in there."
"Husband, I don't know how you and the princess sleep. This is how our family sleeps. Maybe this way of sleeping can help me get pregnant sooner. I asked people about the royal rules and our family's rules.
It's all the other way around. Didn't you notice that your husband and the princess slept together for so many days?"
These words left Yun Ye speechless. Did he tell Xin Yue that he slept with the princess just once, or in a stone alley? It is estimated that these words would beat Xin Yue to death. The two of them worked exhaustingly for two or three days.
The moon couldn't keep up with the spring breeze, which made her feel so embarrassed.
Xin Yue suddenly turned her head, looked at Yun Ye with her bright eyes and said, "My husband is just different from others. Others do this kind of thing openly, and they do it with confidence. My husband is the only one who wants to do something wrong. Therefore,
It makes me feel sad to see that I am being petty and am ready to be beaten or punished as an apology."
"You mean I'll go out and find another one tomorrow, and then I'll beat you up again when I get home, so you won't feel sad?" She couldn't accept Xin Yue's weird theory.
"You, you probably only flirt with the princess. There are so many beautiful maids in the mansion, and many of them have been hanging out in front of you for a long time. Aren't they just those who want to be concubines? Aren't you pretending to be stupid and ignoring them?
I also read the letter from the grassland. The beautiful Turkic woman slept in your tent all winter and she was still in perfect condition. I couldn’t stand up because I laughed so hard. If I hadn’t known that there was nothing wrong with your body, otherwise I would have really
What a big joke to Chang'an, are you doing it for my concubine?"
After saying this, he pulled the sachet around Yun Ye's neck to look at it. It was still the same old sachet, and it had no scent anymore.
He nodded and stuffed it in again, took out the sewing kit from under the pillow, and sewed it bit by bit, then continued to lie down, seeming to breathe a sigh of relief.
Yun Ye's eyes were red, he held her in his arms, and slowly explained to her the matter with the princess bit by bit.
He opened a thin blanket and sat up naked, yelling at Li Anlan. If Li Anlan were here, Yun Ye believed that Xin Yue would definitely give her a hammer. Xin Yue's chest rose and fell, and the beautiful scene made Yun Ye dizzy.
Xin Yue suddenly changed her tune: Husband, why don't we also try that Chunfeng Powder."
Yun Ye's head fell heavily on the pillow, and he snored like thunder. (To be continued...)
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