Chapter two hundred and sixty second benefactor please stay
The situation in the Sanqing Hall of Taizhen Temple was tense. Li Siye was threatened with a sword by a female Taoist nun. He was unarmed now. Even if he had a horizontal sword, he couldn't attack a woman.
"Put down your sword first, and we can discuss this later, okay?"
"How to discuss?" Aunt Gongsun said coldly.
"They say forceful melons are not sweet. If you force me to marry your disciple like this, even if she marries me, she may not be happy in the future."
Aunt Gongsun sneered again: "I didn't expect you to be a smooth-tongued person. You can't be sweet if you force yourself to do it. Look, if I destroy your melon, who will you give sweetness to in the future?"
She had already raised her sword and stepped forward. Li Siye dealt with it while looking for opportunities to see if he could seize the blade with his bare hands.
"Wait a moment, there is room for discussion on this matter!"
Aunt Gongsun stopped and looked at Li Siye coldly to see what he had to say.
"Tell me how to discuss it!"
Li Siye stared at the sword in her hand and whispered: "It is definitely not realistic for me to marry her now, but I can guarantee that as long as I have the idea of getting married in the future, I will never marry anyone else except her.
A woman. Well, I can swear to God."
"It doesn't matter whether you swear or not, as long as you dare to marry another woman before her, Pindao will destroy you even if he has to fight with his old and weak body."
The door in the palace suddenly opened, and Li Twelve Niang rushed in. She was surprised to see her master holding two swords in his hands, and took two quick steps to stop in front of Li Siye. "Master, what are you doing! Don't hurt Li Lang.
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Behind Li Twelve Niang was a Kun Taoist who was wearing a plain white sutra, a lotus crown on her head, and a Ziwu hairpin in her back. Her skin was as good as snow, and she had a beautiful and charming face, even though she was wearing such a plain Taoist robe.
, still has a heart-wrenching charm.
Li Siye focused all his attention on Aunt Gongsun, and did not pay attention to Kun Dao, who had just entered the door. Twelve Niang's thin body was blocked in front of his strong chest, and she felt like a little rabbit protecting a big deer. It was really disappointing.
He had some compassion in his heart.
Aunt Gongsun thrust her swords under the confession, crossed her hands and saluted Kun Dao who had just entered, but said nothing.
Li Twelve Niang turned around and asked Li Siye in a low and worried voice: "What happened just now? Why did you and Master get into such a quarrel just after I left for a while?"
Li Siye hummed twice, but did not tell her the reason.
Kun Taoist stepped forward, her figure swaying gently with the lotus steps, like a lotus rippling on the water. She turned her head and stared at Li Siye for a few times, and then suddenly said: "Li Siye, my benefactor?"
Li Siye had actually recognized her a long time ago, but on this occasion, he couldn't show his keen memory, lest Aunt Gongsun get jealous on behalf of his apprentice and do something dangerous.
He just didn't expect that with the passage of time, she could still remember the military attache who saved her from a frightened horse. He was secretly happy in his heart. Although it was too utilitarian to think so, the blessing of saving people should be there.
"You are..." He raised his head and thought for a moment, spent two seconds recalling it, and then hurriedly bowed and crossed his hands: "The last general, Li Siye, meets the princess."
Yang Yuhuan looked slightly embarrassed, and said with a smile on her lips: "I am now a nun in Taizhen Temple, so you don't have to call me princess."
Taking advantage of someone coming to relieve the siege, he immediately crossed his arms and said to Aunt Gongsun and Yang Yuhuan: "Master Gongsun Temple, Wang... Taoist Yang, it's late, Li Siye will retire first."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the palace. Li Twelve Niang believed that her lover had been threatened by her master. She glanced at Aunt Gongsun with an evil look from the corner of her eye, grabbed Li Siye's sleeve and said, "Let's go, I'll take you out."
The two of them came under the tassel tree in front of the palace. Li Siye lowered her head and tugged on Li Siye's sleeve. In this situation, he looked like a naive Guo Jing, but she was not as quirky as Huang Rong.
She looked up at Li Siye and asked melancholy: "Li Lang, no matter what my master did to you just now, please don't blame her. I know that everything she did was for my own good. If you want
Blame it, just blame me."
Li Siye secretly smiled bitterly. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have come to Taizhen Temple this time. He thought he could use his master's hand to get rid of Li Twelve Niang cleverly, but now not only did he not get rid of her, but she was still stuck in the pot.
If she could be more cruel and deliberately avoid visiting Tai Zhen Guan, would Li Twelve Niang still drag her master and chase her to the Western Regions?
"I don't blame anyone, and neither does your master. This matter is all my fault, Twelve Mother. I will consider this matter in the long term and I will think about it again."
Li Twelve Niang sighed sadly. He knew what Li Siye was talking about, and some of the extravagant hopes in his heart were even more scattered. In such a world where men are respected, a woman like her who dares to take the initiative to pursue the man she likes is indeed
It's rare. The master seemed to have had such an experience, but ended up with a heart filled with scars and became a Taoist nun. The Taoist temple in Chang'an City has almost become a refuge for women in Chang'an to escape after their hearts are hurt.
Will she end up like this in the future, following in the footsteps of her master, wearing a brown robe, holding a whisk in hand, and accompanying the Sanqing incense burner every day?
Li Twelve Niang sent Li Siye to the gate of the Taoist temple. Yiyi said goodbye and was about to leave when she heard a clear voice coming from inside: "My dear benefactor, please stay."
Li Siye turned around and saw Yang Yuhuan slowly walking up to him, bowing deeply and saying, "Yuhuan has something important to ask Captain Li for help."
Li Siye hurriedly bowed and crossed his hands: "But please give me your instructions, Siye, do your best."
"Okay, please benefactor, come with me."
Yang Yuhuan's identity is very sensitive at the moment. Whether you are interacting with her intentionally or unintentionally, you cannot get along alone, otherwise there will be some unexplainable situation, which will be a head-turning situation.
He took the initiative to grab Li Twelve Niang's hand and whispered: "Twelve Niang, you come with me too."
The two followed Yang Yuhuan and passed through two corridors in succession. The yard in front of them was filled with flowers and plants, some were in buds and some were already blooming. Li Siye looked up and around, and he saw lush flowers in the distance.
That new door made me realize that the door over there was opened specifically for Yang Taizhen.
Walking forward from the cobblestone path among the flowers, a jingshe on the top of a mountain is right in front of you. The wood used for the doors and windows is extremely exquisite, with clear wood grain and a faint fragrance wafting out. Yang Yuhuan opened the wooden door, and the goose-yellow gauze curtain hung down.
On the ground, there is a plush Persian carpet on the ground, a low couch is placed behind the screen, and a long table is placed in front of the screen.
Li Siye stopped as soon as he stepped into the palace gate. He could just stand here and wait.
Yang Yuhuan glanced at him sideways and looked at him strangely. Her white neck was like a swan frozen for a moment, and then she let him go with an indifferent smile. She gently lifted the hem of her Taoist robe and sat cross-legged in front of the table.
Li Twelve Niang had no such worries. She walked slowly into the monastery and stood beside Yang Yuhuan's desk. She bent down and held the ink stick and gently ground it in the inkstone. Yang Yuhuan picked up the seal script on the pen holder.
The pen, soaked with ink, was written on a small square sheet.
After a while, Fang Sheng had already filled in the black words. She held it in her hands, blew it dry with her lips, folded it and put it into the brocade bag.
Yang Yuhuan stood up from the desk, her skirt fluttering, came to Li Siye, and handed the brocade bag into his hand: "My grace, please go to the Sixteenth Prince's House and deliver this brocade bag to the Shou Prince's Mansion.
Hand it over to King Shou personally."
It turned out to be such a bloody errand. Li Siye suppressed the twitching of the corner of his mouth. Haven't the two fateful couple said enough in their farewells in the house? Did Yang Yuhuan give this kit to erect a memorial arch? Or was it to erect a memorial arch?
Yang Yuhuan was about to give up, but Li Siye quickly said: "Princess, please don't worry, I will not read a word of the content of this letter."
She waved her hand gently with melancholy in her eyes, and Li Siye bowed his head and left with folded hands.
(ps: Historically, Yang Yuhuan was ordered to become a monk in October of the 28th year of Kaiyuan, but this is advanced a few months for the sake of the plot.)