After entering this luxurious, small but well-equipped courtyard, Princess Gao Yang did not show any joy, but was even more depressed by three points.

Because in the mansion of this huge house, the courtyard allocated to the second house and the wealth of the public house are too insignificant.

This Fang Xuanling has a high position, and the title of Liang Guoduke in his hand will be bestowed by the eldest son of Princess Gaoyang, and also the eldest brother of Fang's beloved wife, and the eldest son of Fang's family, Fang Zhizhi.

Calculated according to the inheritance law of the eldest son and grandchildren, if Fang Xuanling's huge assets were to be separated after Fang Xuanling's death, she and Fang Yiai would only get 10% of them.

Nowadays, her beloved husband and her husband can still enjoy the respect of outsiders in this family, and all these are based on the face of their father-in-law Fang Xuanling.

She also knows that her husband is much more dull than literary talents, and has no achievements in official positions. If she loses the protection of the government, in the end, even according to her princess, she is at the top of the Tang Dynasty. Among the rich and powerful, they will also be crushed into the mud.

I don't know how many giants are so depressed, and finally disappeared in the uppermost circle?

Therefore, it is strange that Princess Gaoyang at this time is in a good mood.

This person, the more she wants to be quiet and calm her mind, but some people make her feel uneasy.

No, her dull man came back in a hurry.

Before the person stood still, Shenger followed first.

"Did you not go with the emperor to some temple today, why did you come back so early?"

Hearing Fang Yiai's question, Princess Gao Yang only rolled her eyes, and then went back angrily: "What? But it's too early to come back, which hinders your eyes?"

"Did you delay the intimacy between you and Meiren Wang in the courtyard, or did you have the affection of Maid Wu in the backyard?"

Hearing what the princess said, there was no shame in this house, but he touched his head and moved the whole body over.

He pushed his pig's mouth up to Gao Yang and arched it towards Gao Yang's face: "Those vulgar fans, where is the charm of princesses astonishing."

"Princess Lady, are you jealous?"

"You picked these beauties as your husband, what's wrong, now you know that you regret it? Do you want to use Princess Datang's lion roar skill to deal with your husband?"

Seeing Fang Yiai's true character of Brother Pig, Princess Gao Yang was just bored.

Why did her father find such a consort for her, so that she almost became the laughing stock of Chuan An.

Thinking of this, Princess Gao Yang pushed Fang Yiai's face away, and refused directly: "Go go, don't interrupt, you first tell me why you came back so early."

As soon as Fang Yiai saw that she hadn't finished the matter of changing the subject, she rubbed her hands and said, "I thought the princess wouldn't come back so early, so I wanted to go home and get some small money to spend."

Hearing Gao Yang here, he laughed angrily: "What do you take? You are smooth, you are stealing!"

"Why? I squandered the money and put my idea on top of my dowry?"

"Fang Yiai, Fang Yiai, you really have developed a great skill."

"You stole your daughter-in-law's dowry and provided you with food and drink. Do you still have the backbone of being a man?"

Looking at the Gaoyang Liumei Zhishu in front of him, Xing's eyes widened, and the beloved Lu Jin followed.

He yelled at Princess Gao Yang gruffly: "What can I do, now I'm just a casual riding attendant, although with the emperor's conquest of Goryeo, a right general was entrusted."

"But do you think I can control the military power?"

"Say you are a favored princess, I don't think so. Otherwise, there will be more high-ranking and powerful people in the cohort. Why am I just idle like this now?"

"If I didn't take you some money, how can my salary be enough to spend money with my brothers?"

"Don't you know, how much is the cost of the public school? You spend more money than me on weekdays!"

After finishing talking, he simply stretched out his hand in front of Princess Gao Yang and said, "Give me money, I'm going to have a drink!"

Hearing Gao Yang here bitterly poked Fang Yiai's stone head with his finger, but he inadvertently pulled the nail she had chopped, causing her to scream in pain.

And that silly man still had a bit of conscience, and muttered and asked: "Don't say that my head is too hard, madam, are you okay?"

Seeing Fang Yiai's naive, Gao Yang was also helpless. She hated iron and steel and said to her husband: "If you are really promising, you might as well think about how to please the father in the family."

"If I let Jia Weng know that you are a good person, plus my princess status, he knows who can carry the Fang family forward."

"My father is in poor health recently, but you have to seize the opportunity."

But after hearing Gao Yang’s thoughtful words, Fang Yiai shook her head with an ugly expression, and frustrated her to stop her wife from continuing to say: "Don’t think about it, father only has the eldest brother in his heart. How can he see me? ."

"I...I still don't want to make trouble in front of him, oh, if you don't say it, it's all wasted such a time, I'm going to drink and eat, give me money!"

With a big hand stretched out like this, Gao Yang's fist was gripped with anger, but it finally fell apart.

She gave a wink at the waitress next to her, and a dozen or so gold ingots the size of a curly head was delivered to Fang Yi's hand. Before she asked to save some money, the Fang Yi's who took advantage of it. , But it turned around and ran away in a hurry.

It was as if there was a monster chasing him behind him, lest Gao Yang called to him and returned the money.

...

This is what she has to do with her husband.

Gao Yang sighed and looked up at the sun that was about to set. He didn't even have the thought of eating.

On the contrary, after pondering for a while, he made a jaw-dropping decision to the servant behind him: "Send my order and get out of the car to Puguang Temple."

On the side, the maid who knew her thoughts had only changed her expression for a moment, indicating that she hadn't heard anything, and she was calmly preparing for the princess' outfit.

As for the little monk in the Puguang Temple who was just picked up by His Majesty?

No matter how valuable his status is, can he be more valuable than the princess?

Follow Gao Yang's orders...always right.

The people who had just left the temple not long ago returned to the temple gate of Puguang Temple once again, shocking the master Daoyue who had received the news.

But I don't know that the princess has gone and returned, so what happened?

Regarding the princess’s behavior, Gu Zheng, who had already enclosed himself in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, knew nothing. He just wanted to pass through his own 20 volumes of classics that should have appeared only a few years later. Hand translated.

It is not just the "Great Bodhisattva Tibetan Scripture", because according to the comparison of ancient Buddhist classics in the n worlds before Gu Zheng, if we look at the current Buddhist classics of the Tang Dynasty, the translated version still has slight gaps.

Therefore, there are about twelve volumes of "Biography of the Western Regions" that need to be supplemented, and supplementary scriptures such as "Buddha Mantra" and "Six Doors Mantra". A total of about 80 volumes are collected.

If it is the monk Bianji, if all these have been sorted out before Master Xuanzang started to compile the "Story of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty", it will leave a strong mark in the entire history of Buddhism.

I just don't know, what did Master Xuanzang think after seeing these scriptures?

Do heroes see the same thing, or do they look like flowers in the mist?

This is not what Gu Zheng should be concerned about.

People who are devoted to work, time always flies quickly. When the light in this Tibetan scripture pavilion has been silent enough to be unsuitable for writing, they raised their eyes to Gu Zheng outside the window and realized that because of his concentration, It may be that I missed the time for unified meals in the temple.

I don't know if he can open a small stove in the back kitchen.

The brothers from Puguang Temple treat him one by one like fragile porcelain. If you know that he hasn’t eaten, it’s okay, right?

Thinking of here, Gu Zheng happily happily touched his head~lightnovelpub.net~, put the pen in his hand on the shelf on the desk, arranged his appearance, and stepped out to the outer door of the book Pavilion.

Along the corridor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, along the path in the forest, you will arrive at the most smoky kitchen in the entire temple.

The white smoke coming out of the roof made Gu Zheng in Dao finally relieved.

Fortunately, the room is open.

It’s rare for Gu Zheng, who has a bit of a young man’s heart, to look at the image of a high monk when there is no one. He ran to the back kitchen in three steps in two steps, poked his head, and turned towards The busy group of fire-headed monks in the room smiled slightly.

Before he could say more, the most fat-eared people among them greeted this titular big brother very familiarly.

"Brother Bianji, did you miss your meal because of editing the classics?"

"Come here, our brothers will leave your share."

Hearing everyone's greetings, Gu Zheng's heart was hot.

Buddhism pays attention to equality of all beings, so that the monks in Puguang Temple all eat in the same dining hall.

If a monk is late for a while, he and the monks who are close to him can use the food box and rice bowl separately, and save his food for use.

It's just that no one is treated like Gu Zheng.

This is not the bottom of the bucket left by everyone, nor the overnight meal that has been left for a long time and has been cold and hard.

It was the steamed hot rice that was carefully buckled on the fence by the master chefs.

Who made the defense machine's face superb, plus what kind of monk he saw was an expression, whether he was familiar with it or not, it was a simple and harmless smile on his face.

Don't say that the monk can't penetrate the skin, just like this?

The gods can't see through.

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