Prince Boring and Concubine Qiao Ai

Chapter 1

Zhao Ling instinctively felt that his whole body was hot, but he couldn't feel the pain of the blade stuck into the bone seam between the flesh and the bone.dead?It should be dead!die!Dead through.He didn't like Ling Chi's punishment very much, and he died very slowly. If he had known, he should have found a pole in prison to kill him.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

It's not safe to live after death, death is miserable enough, Ling Chi three thousand swords, death is even more miserable when you think about it, so miserable, Lord Yan still doesn't let him go, and throws him into the endless flames to continue to torture.

Zhao Ling felt that he should have a discussion with Lord Yan. He opened his eyes, the light was filled with dust, and the golden statue of Buddha was standing in the red flames, half of his face was burned off. The candle melted and dripped a few drops on the dark On one side, it was terrifying, and the windows on all sides were tightly blocked, and the white smoke from the fire had no place to disperse, and it accumulated more and more in the house.

This is clearly the world!

Maybe it's an ancestral hall, maybe it's a temple, anyway, he's never heard of any Yam Lord that enshrines the Buddha.

Reincarnation, not so fast!

Zhao Ling got up, hey hey hey hey! ! !He was able to get up and stand up.Isn't reincarnation the birth of a baby?This body looks like a skeleton of a teenager?What is the situation of reincarnation with memory?

Before Zhao Ling could think about it, he was choked by another puff of smoke.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhao Ling lay back on the ground. The air close to the ground was still fresh. He took a breath and quickly thought about his situation.

He was kept in a closed room, and his captors intended to burn him to death.

Please, I just died once, Lord Yama!

Thinking of this, the joy of just being reborn instantly dropped to freezing point.

In the Xuanwu Pavilion in his previous life, he also secretly read a lot of strange novels. When people die, they either go to hell or go to the ninth heaven. , He hasn't left the cycle of hell, and hasn't drank Mengpo soup, and his soul is directly reborn in another person's body.

The key point is that this body is thin and weak, his wrists are as thin as the firewood, and he has no internal strength at all. When he is blown by the cold wind in northern Xinjiang, he will definitely be blown around like a kite.Wearing cloth belongs to the inferior goods in silk fabrics, there is no jade pendant on his body, and he is not a child of a wealthy family.

It's too boring to live in such a body, and I don't know what year it is now. In the war era, even life is a problem.

Zhao Ling was still depressed, when suddenly a weak voice came from his ear.

Is there anyone else in this house?

Zhao Ling found a piece of dry grass, tied up his loose hair, raised his head holding his breath, and quickly looked around. There was a water tank in the corner of the room, and the voice came from that big water tank.He leaned on the wall, covered the burning haystack and slowly walked over, opened the wooden cover of the water tank, and lowered his head...

A shiny sapphire hairpin almost blinded his eyes.

What a big one!It was as big as the one he brought back from northern Xinjiang and gave to his elder brother to chase his sister-in-law.

The hairpins were tied on the thick black hair of a young woman.

Zhao Ling continued to look down. The woman, with her hands tied behind her back by hemp rope and a rag in her mouth, was staring at him with tears in her eyes.

Well, it's time for a hero to save the beauty again.

It is more difficult to save a beauty without a strong body like a hero.Zhao Ling dragged the woman out of the water tank with all his strength, let her lie on the ground to breathe the fresh air, and at the same time untied the rope that bound her hands.

The woman was able to move, took off the rag from her mouth, and cried out in a crying voice, "I'm not sick, I'm not sick, Kuang Yuerong, you're plotting against me like this, I'm a ghost, I'm a ghost, and I won't let you go!"

"You are……"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die in this ghost place, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, save me, save me, who will save me!"

"I……"

"Help, help!"

Zhao Ling couldn't get in the conversation at all, the woman's voice was too sharp and piercing, Zhao Ling could clearly hear what the woman was saying even with his ears blocked.

His Majesty?It was another bloody drama of palace fighting, and Zhao Ling silently sympathized with it. He had seen similar dramas since he was a child in his previous life. It seemed that this beautiful lady offended the powerful and powerful and was framed, kidnapped and burned to death.

He might have to ask the woman in front of him who is the name of his reborn body.

The door was definitely locked, and the only way to escape was by the window. Zhao Ling picked up a thick-looking piece of wood, and hit it fiercely in the direction of the window.The window was sealed, but the wood of the seal was not strong, and after Zhao Ling beat it repeatedly, it broke violently.

Zhao Ling pushed the window aside, billowing thick smoke escaped from the window, and the room instantly became clear.

Looking back, the woman's face was full of disbelief.

Zhao Ling ignored it. The gap was too small for their bodies to crawl out. He broke the first wooden bar, and then swung the wood towards the middle of the second crossed wooden bar. The bar is also broken.

Zhao Ling pushed the window to the maximum, and there was a small courtyard outside, just like the house, it was also full of firewood.

"you you you………"

This shrill voice is so characteristic...

Zhao Ling turned his head when he heard the sound, and the woman pointed at him, her expression changed from unbelievable to terrified.

who are you?How are you here?where are you going?Zhao Ling spontaneously made up the questions that women might ask him, but he couldn't answer these three questions.

Could it be... You don't know, do you?

Run away first.

Zhao Ling wanted to help the woman stand up.

In the past, he would not hesitate to choose the two simple and rude actions of hugging or carrying, but it is obvious that his current body is very thin, as if he is not as tall as a woman.

The woman resisted like a ghost at first, but was brought back to reason by Zhao Ling's stern reprimand, "Don't you want to die?" Rolled out the window, fell through the window to the floor and screamed again.

Zhao Ling in the room rubbed his wrists, gave a light push, and jumped out along the window eaves.

This burning building is a temple built in the mountains. The temple is not small, and there are always more than ten courtyards. The house they are in is just a single courtyard in the northeast corner.

Zhao Ling pushed the black lacquered wooden door of the yard, but it was not locked.The enemy is also too careless, or is it sure that the two are trapped in the house and cannot get out?

The woman's sharp voice came again, "Zhao... Zhao Lian, you... escape... can you escape... save me... I... save me..."

Zhao Ling heard his own name from the woman's incoherent speech, Zhao Lian, also surnamed Zhao.

He is probably from the inner palace.According to Zhao Ling's analysis, the only ones who don't know martial arts, survive as men in the palace, and live and die together with the harem are the children of the royal family.

From the historical records to the year of his death, there have been countless dynasties in the world, but there is only one royal family named Zhao.

He was reborn as a human being, and he was born in the Liang Dynasty or a royal child.It's just that this royal child doesn't seem to be favored, he is skinny and hungry, and his clothes seem to be worse than those of eunuchs and maids.

Looking at this not amiable face, he should not be her own.

Zhao Ling gave up thinking about these temporarily useless corners and corners, and they had to escape for their lives as a matter of urgency.

The building of the temple is made of pure wood, and those who wanted to kill them also poured oil around them.Zhao Ling has no impression of this temple. Hearing the sound of the wind and looking at the direction of the wind, it should be on the top of a high and steep mountain. Looking at the sun and architectural style, it seems to be in the southwest of Daliang.

There is more than one source of fire, and it is burning on all sides.Seeing that the fire was getting stronger and stronger, the choking black smoke was about to envelop the two of them.

"Hey, can you go?" Zhao Ling said to a certain lady who was lying on the ground like a dog wiping her tears, "If you don't want to die, just follow me."

After all, he tore two pieces from the little fabric left on his body, kept one for himself, and stuffed the other for the other party, "Cover your mouth and nose, don't be choked to death."

Without even thinking about it, the beautiful lady grabbed Zhao Ling's dirty hand and got up. She didn't dislike anything at the moment of life and death. She immediately covered her mouth and nose with a cloth, and the smell of man's sweat was more deadly The poisonous smoke smells much better.

Generally, temple buildings of this size have official roads leading directly to the bottom of the mountain. Find where the temple gate is, and you can go down the mountain smoothly along the pipeline.

Zhao Ling roughly determined the position of the central axis, and led the beauty empress to escape from the land of fire. As soon as they left, there was a loud noise behind them, and the whole building collapsed.It was so dangerous, it was almost crushed into a mince pie.

"We have to hurry up! Do you remember the way down the mountain?" Zhao Ling checked the wind with his eyes. Soon, this wooden building, together with this forest, will be buried in the raging sea of ​​flames.

The beauty empress can only nod her head, forgetting everything else.She was born in a wealthy family, her ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and even lighting the incense and lighting the fire is done by the servant girl. Where has she seen such a scary scene?Now as long as someone can save her, that is Buddha, Guanyin, and the reborn parents, she will listen to whatever they say.

Zhao Ling didn't count on this one at all, and just judged by himself. After spending so many years in the army in his previous life, he basically estimated the terrain and mountains here. There are not many cars. There are so many guesses. Xuansi, as long as it is not, everything is easy to handle.

The two walked faster, and suddenly, Zhao Ling heard a little noise from the crackling sound of burning.

"Wait," Zhao Ling stopped, "You wait for me here, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

"do not……"

"Don't worry, I won't leave you behind." Zhao Ling patted the side of the woman's flustered face as a comfort.

There are voices nearby.

Zhao Ling turned two yards and approached another fire source.

He pushed open the door and saw more than a dozen little nuns tied up with ropes, their mouths stuffed with cloth strips, and their noses and tears were all over their faces.

Seeing someone, they were extremely excited, and their tears became more intense.

Zhao Ling hated women crying the most. He was upset when he cried. He started to untie the rope when he came up, and said as he untied, "Hurry up and help each other untie the rope, and follow me."

The little nuns are innocent and cute. Although they have practiced Buddhism since childhood and their hearts are as clear as water, they rarely see people and even fewer men. When the rope was untied, they were touched by Zhao Ling's wrist, and their little blushes seemed to be familiar. up apple.They untied each other, stood up and looked at Zhao Ling timidly.

Zhao Ling untied the last rope buckle and asked, "Is there anyone else in the temple?"

If there is, these nuns who manage the temple must know.

"No...no...no..." In contrast, an older nun came back to her senses first, "No...no...and Concubine Su..."

"She's fine." Zhao Ling matched the beautiful lady with Concubine Su, "Let's go meet her."

As soon as Zhao Ling came, the nuns seemed to have a backbone.Suppressing the fear in his heart, he followed behind Zhao Ling.The elder nun clasped her palms together, "Amitabha, Mingnian Temple is grateful to Prince Dade Thirteen for saving his life."

"The thirteenth prince?" Zhao Ling wasn't surprised by his identity. He had already guessed that he was a member of the Liang Dynasty. He asked as he walked, "What is the reign name of the current Liang Dynasty?"

"Jing'an, Jing'an for 20 years."

Zhao Ling's movements froze, and he gasped, Jing'an, Jing'an!What a familiar and ironic year name!

Doing the math, the year he died was the first year of Jing'an, and he was reborn 20 years after his death. His body was his elder brother's son and his own nephew.

The eldest brother suddenly became a father, and Zhao Ling felt very aggrieved in his heart, this guy was born a generation shorter!

Forget it, go out with your life first, and then worry about it.

"But, Your Royal Highness, how should we go down the mountain? The only way to go down the mountain is a suspension bridge, which has been cut off!" Upon hearing this, the nuns twirled the beads together and began to chant Amitabha Buddha to calm the shock.

"Hanging temple on the mountain!"

After being affirmed, Zhao Ling's heart skipped a beat. This was the trouble he didn't want to run into.

There are generally three types of temples built on mountains, one is to build temples on the top of mountains, the other is to build temples in mountain streams, and the most boring one is to build temples on cliffs.To build a temple on a cliff, the most difficult thing is to dig a mountain to build a temple on the cliff.This is the hanging temple on the mountain. From a distance, the building hangs on the mountain, which is very spectacular.In his previous life, his elder brother liked this flashy architectural form very much.

Zhao Ling couldn't get used to it, because it was very inconvenient to get in and out of the hanging temple on the mountain. The way to the main entrance of the temple was not a mountain road, but a suspension bridge hanging between the cliffs.

For example, as today, as long as the suspension bridge is cut off and the back door is sealed with fire, the people in the temple will be trapped on the cliff.

No wonder, the door was not locked properly, and the rope was still tied with a live buckle.

Even if they broke free from the shackles, they would not be able to descend the mountain, and would be burned to death on the cliff.

"I'll think of a way." Of course Zhao Ling didn't want to just burn to death like this, who was he, Zhao Ling?He stepped over the mountain of blood and the sea of ​​corpses of the Xue family army, and climbed down at worst.It's just that there are more than ten burdens in front of me, which is a bit troublesome.

"I can't, just jump off the mountain." The nuns continued to be frustrated.

"Is there any rope? A stronger rope, the longer the better." Zhao Ling asked.

"Yes, when the temple was built ten years ago, a lot of rope was left behind. The old abbot didn't want to throw it away, and piled it up in the east warehouse."

"Take me to get it." Zhao Ling saw hope again.

The soldiers divided into two groups, a dozen nuns found Concubine Su, and a group of people ran towards the mountain gate. The nuns who were familiar with the environment soon arrived at the mountain gate.This is an extremely steep mountain that goes straight up and down. The rustling mountain wind made them shiver. They didn't dare to look down. They sat cross-legged next to the temple gate sign on the edge of the cliff, praying for Buddha.

Concubine Su didn't have any prayer beads, so she made bodhisattva gestures back and forth.

Zhao Ling and the two little nuns took a shortcut to the east and found the warehouse where the rope was kept.The rope had not been used for a long time, and some of it was gnawed off by mice. Zhao Ling ordered the little nun to search for a longer rope, and he continued to walk deep into the warehouse to see if there was anything else that could be used.

In the warehouse, there were boxes one after another, neatly stacked, and Zhao Ling opened a box cheaply.Full of white silver.Fortunately, money cannot be burned. If it were silver bills, the fire would be completely extinguished.

Roughly estimated, there must be hundreds of millions of taels.I wonder if this is a temple or a treasury!It is impossible for any important minister to take bribes and take so many bribes!

Zhao Ling took three deep breaths. It seems that the eldest brother has governed the Liang Kingdom for these years, and the people have lived a good life. He can save so much spare money, and he didn't let him shed three thousand dollars of blood for nothing.

Closing the case, he picked up a rusty sword from the ground.Ordinary refined iron forging, nothing special.Because it was rusted, I couldn't see the words faintly engraved on the scabbard.

The advantage of fine iron is that the surface of the scabbard is rusted, but the bones of the sword itself are still tough.

Zhao Ling wields a sword that can be used as an ax to chop wood.

He continued to look for it with his head down, his feet creaked, he stepped on a log, and almost tripped.

Zhao Ling looked at the wood as a fan, and there are so many messy objects here!He bent down to pick it up, flung away the dust, opened it, and it looked so familiar!What a coincidence!

The owner of this fan is Zhao Ling and Zhao Jingming.

Twenty years later, he can still pick up the fan he once loved the most in the dilapidated warehouse surrounded by raging flames.

It's a pity to be burned by fire, since he met him, let's save him.