What is this evening

By the time Fu Changan cautiously found out the whereabouts of the little boss, it was already three days later.

This time is enough time for the swarm of flies in the palace to come over as if smelling meat.

Fu Changan felt a headache.

It needs a hug from the little boss to get better.

But the little boss is not there.

Then he could only wrong himself to listen to what the flies said first.

Yu Li disagrees.

biased.

...

Salute to your sister.

Lao Tzu is the greatest gift.

For the first time, Fu Changan lost his composure in front of the concubine.

"An'er, it's just a man, you can play around, but don't pay attention."

playing with your sister.

Fu Chang'an once felt that the concubine's tone of giving would probably make many people offend.

He was quite happy to watch the show.

But that definitely didn't include him hearing the little boss's name being mentioned lightly from that woman's mouth.

The concubine probably saw some clues from his expression: "An'er, did you listen to what I said?"

Fu Changan leaned against the back of the chair, covered his thin lips with a teacup, and sneered, "Nalan, I call you Toffee to respect you as an elder."

Click till.

The people in the palace are all human beings.

Fu Changan's attitude is enough to explain everything.

The concubine's finger holding the teacup turned blue: "Fu...you..."

"Listen." Fu Changan straightened up, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

The concubine had just put away the livid face, and Fu Changan, who was halfway there, suddenly turned around again: "If you play tricks, don't blame me."

Danfeng's eyes were full of coldness.

Toffee suddenly shivered all over her body.

Nanshan.

Shen Yiqing followed the little boss to the gate of the mountain but did not dare to go in.

In front of the two stone lions at the door, I played more than a dozen laps: "Why don't I go to take the exam and come back? It's a bit embarrassing..."

The little boss sneered: "What are you talking about? Let me tell you, when you see Fang Funan go up, you will be slapped across the face, and then you will cry. The louder the better, he will coax you to the sky without mentioning the champion."

Shen Yiqing rubbed his hands hidden in his sleeves, and laughed "hehe" twice.

Where is the use of crying?

As long as he pushed his sleeves and complained in a hoarse voice, Fang Funan could pick off all the stars and send them to him.

just.

In the end is not reconciled.

Shen Yiqing lowered his eyebrows.

The little boss took two steps forward and knocked the vermilion door loudly.

Shen Yiqing's footsteps had already begun to move back quietly.

Almost at the same time as the door opened with a creak, Shen Yiqing turned his back and ran, and the bunt in Tsing Yi quickly disappeared from sight.

The little boss had expected this ending a long time ago, and showed an extremely happy smile to Fang Funan who opened the door: "Your wife has run away, and at this speed, you should not be able to catch up."

Fang Funan almost couldn't hold back his expression, he ground his molars hard, and slammed the door shut.

The little boss spread his hands: "Tsk, dog boy."

Three seconds later, when the door opened again, it wasn't Fang Funan who opened the door. A little Taoist priest tremblingly sneaked out with his little head out.

The little boss chuckled, patted the little Taoist priest on the head twice, and slipped in lightly.

The little Taoist hesitated again and again, but he still didn't dare to go in.

The master asked him to come out and put a bastard in, and wait for the other bastard to come back by the way.

but!

Who is the bastard!

The little Taoist's face wrinkled.

A face about to cry.

Fang Funan did not find Shen Yiqing.

The whole mountain was almost turned over by him.

But he just couldn't find it.

So much so that the face of Fang Funan that the little boss saw at the dinner table today was so dark that he could stop a child from crying at night.

The little boss smiled cheaply: "Want to know where Shen Yiqing went? Please?"

Fang Funan's face turned even darker.

Fang Funan signed a treaty of humiliating the country and humiliating power with the little boss.

The little boss took a sip of Lushan Yunwu slowly and then spread his hands: "Is your brain just for display? Nanshan is so big, where can that idiot Shen Yiqing go? Of course it's down the mountain."

Fang Funan wished he could dump the little boss into eight pieces and throw them into the Yangtze River to feed the fish.

The little boss accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Don't you go after him? Just wait and cry if that idiot drives away all night."

Fang Funan didn't even have time to stare at the little boss, he slammed the door loudly.

Fang Funan didn't come back for three days.

The little boss reckoned that Shen Yiqing must have cried the sky down so that Fang Funan would not have remembered that he was still staying on his Nanshan with such a scourge.

Ok.

Give Shen Yiqing first class credit.

In fact.

Not only did Fang Funan fail to come back after three days, he even sent a letter back, planning not to come back for three to five years.

Not to mention the tears of the little Taoist priests in the Taoist temple were all hazy.

The little boss almost wrote the word "excitement" on his face.

Gearing up.

I am eager to try.

Shen Yiqing actually didn't do anything.

He just took a small route and rushed back to take the exam. When Fang Funan chased him all the way to the capital, he just finished the exam.

"Master Shen." Someone called him.

Shen Yiqing didn't turn her head.

Don't think about it.

Usually at this time, most of the people looking for him are here to laugh.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Run as much as you can.

36 is the best plan.

"Hey, young master Shen, don't run away, this year's number one scholar..." The man couldn't finish his sentence.

When Shen Yiqing realized something was wrong and raised his head, he happened to see Fang Funan slapping him to the ground, leaning over with a smile and asking, "Go on, why don't you go on? Hmm?"

Who is Shen Yiqing?

It's Fang Funan's treasure that he can't wait to put on his heart.

On weekdays, he dared not say a single word. He made a slip of the tongue a few years ago and wanted to pull out his tongue. Where did this thing come from, dare to talk to his baby like that?

Is it too long?

Ok?

And it seems that he is quite skilled in business, has he done a lot of this?

The more Fang Funan thought about it, the more angry he became, and just as he was about to slap him again, he was caught.

"Okay, let's go." Shen Yiqing lowered his eyes and didn't look at Fang Funan.

Fang Funan quickly held Shen Yiqing's hand behind his back: "OK, OK, let's go."

This grip is wrong.

When Shen Yiqing came down the mountain three years ago, he was still a young master with delicate skin and tender flesh, why is he so callous now?

Fang Funan thought about it.

When it's over, I feel distressed half to death.

Did not dare to ask anything.

Obediently left with Shen Yiqing.

The atmosphere was awkward.

Shen Yiqing lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Fang Funan did not dare to speak.

His eyes kept rolling around his daughter-in-law for a moment.

Thin!

I lost weight!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Fang Funan once again had the idea of ​​chopping up his self three years ago and feeding it to earthworms.

So distressed!

Finally, Shen Yiqing spoke: "Why are you here?"

Fang Funan was still thinking about putting on airs a little bit and maintaining his image as the head of Nanshan, while Shen Yiqing had already got up and looked ready to end the conversation.

Fang Funan quickly got up and said, "I'll take you home."

"If you don't take the number one exam, you won't go back." Shen Yiqing didn't look up.

Fang Funan hurriedly took the next sentence: "If you don't go back, you won't go back and you won't take the exam. If you don't take the exam, let's go for a tour. Don't you want to go for a tour? Let's go and go back after we've had enough fun."

"not going back."

"All right, if you don't want to go back, then we'll go back to your house, give me a title, and we'll go back to your house to get married."

Fang Funan has a strong desire to survive.

Shen Yiqing didn't say a word.

Fang Funan went up secretly, and carefully grabbed Shen Yiqing's hand: "Okay, okay? Your husband? Husband?"

Shen Yiqing quietly held Fang Funan with his backhand.

Fang Funan raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

So Nanshan received the letter.

"Traveling around the mountains and rivers and busy getting married, I don't have time and I don't plan to be free, don't read it."

Marry you a hammer ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

The little Taoist priests in Nanshan almost tore down the mountain gate.

The little boss had a very leisurely and carefree life in Nanshan.

Until Fu Changan came to the door.

The little Taoist priests in Nanshan are staring stupidly at the empty stove in the Taoist temple.

When Fang Funan ran away, the group of twelve and thirteen-year-old children were ruined.

And there is also a devil incarnation like the little boss.

The tears in West Lake are almost running out.

Hearing someone knocking on the door that day, several young Taoist priests looked at each other, and collectively turned their attention to the little boss who was shaking a cattail leaf fan under the big tree.

The little boss was stared at by those scorching eyes for a long time before slowly getting up: "Respect the old and love the young, respect the old and love the young, how did Fang Funan teach you?"

The expressions of the little Taoist priests were already very disgusted that they were chasing people away, so the little boss walked over to open the door waving his cattail fan.

"Squeak-"

"Snapped!"

The little boss let out a groan in his heart, and quickly locked the big lock.

Several little Taoist priests looked away from the stove and looked at the little boss in unison.

The little boss almost lost his grip on the cattail fan: "What are you looking at? Did you do your morning class today?"

The little Taoist priests exchanged understanding glances with each other.

They know what they know.

This little expression is the same as the master three years ago.

Fu Chang'an at the door is really about to cry!

"Lin An!"

The vermilion door was smashed and rattled.

The Taoist temple is as quiet as a chicken.

The little boss almost dropped the melon on the ground when he saw Fu Changan again.

The majestic ninety-five.

With a "plop", it fell from the wall.

A few little Taoist priests were so happy that they didn't even eat the melon, they spread their short legs and leaned forward: "Who is this?"

The little boss bit down on the melon: "Who knows."

Fu Chang'an didn't even have time to wipe off the ashes on his face, so he leaned closer: "Lin An~"

The name is so lingering that the little boss doesn't even look at him.

Fu Changan did not give up: "Lin An~"

"What are you shouting for? Shouting soul?" The little boss dealt with the melons in twos and threes, lifted his robe, and walked away.

Fu Chang'an also wanted to follow, but was pinned in place by the little boss' gaze.

hum.

So aggrieved.

The daughter-in-law stopped giving kisses and hugs.

Fu Chang'an begged Bai Lai to cheat a room in the Taoist temple, and made up his mind not to leave.

The little boss also just watched coolly, without saying a word, pretending that he was not there, and that he should eat, drink, and play.

By the way, Fu Changan's food shortage problem has been completely solved.

The little boss doesn't have to think about going up the mountain to fight tigers and go down the river to catch fish.

I had a great time.

Fu Changan walked up and down happily every day, how many baskets could be filled with the nonsense of the day.

The little boss began to suspect that his appearance of not being able to type a few words with a stick was just pretending. See if it's easy not to say this?

The little boss didn't intend to control him.

Since ancient times, emperors have been merciless.

He is also freshness.

When it's over, it will naturally go away by itself.

In those years, I thought I was blind.

But the little boss couldn't wait until that day.

Fu Changan didn't see the little boss under the tree that morning, so he felt that something was wrong.

In a hurry, he ran to the little boss's room and kicked the door to enter, only to see the little boss fell on the ground.

Pale.

Fu Chang'an was so anxious that he lost his hands and feet, thinking for a long time to find a doctor.

It's a pity that I couldn't stand up successfully.

The little boss tugged on his sleeve.

The voice was pale but firm: "No need to call."

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Changan's voice trembled in panic.

The little boss closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief: "It's okay." Then he let go of his hand and hid it in his sleeve.

Fu Chang'an didn't notice the little boss's small movements, and he didn't dare to move around at the moment, he was so anxious that he wanted to drag Fang Funan out of Ling Chi.

I asked you to look at my daughter-in-law, is that how you look at it?

Quickly drag it out to feed the fish.

It took a while for the little boss to stand up slowly while supporting the floor. He was still wearing his underwear, and his long black hair was soaked with sweat.

"get out."

hum.

The daughter-in-law turned her face and refused to recognize anyone.

Fu Chang'an didn't dare to refute, and went out obediently.

Almost the moment the door was closed, the little boss couldn't hold back his trembling legs and sat back on the floor: "... grass..."

He opened his sleeves, and on his snow-white arm he could see a long, blood-red insect scar.

The little boss didn't say a word, and put down his sleeves again.

Running out of time.

That's too late.

The bastard Fu Changan.

The little boss ran away.

run away.

Fu Chang'an waited at the door for an hour before the little boss pushed the door in again, and the building was already empty.

Fu Changan almost demolished Nanshan Taoist Temple.

then.

Fang Funan and Shen Yiqing were arrested in Jiangnan.

This was the first time Fang Funan saw Fu Changan wearing a dragon robe.

Emperor Zao often wears clothes, and the pagoda has a cloud on its back.

"Give you a chance to explain."

Fang Funan knew that Du Lin'an had run away without asking a word.

A chuckle: "Your Majesty, what does this mean?"

The words are extremely alienated.

Fu Changan glanced at Shen Yiqing twice: "You know I'm impatient."

Fang Funan protected Shen Yiqing behind him: "What? Do you think the sincerity from three years ago was not spoiled enough?"

"Danbi Jinluan, soaring the clouds and bearing the rain, do those 99 ringing heads sound good?"

"Tsk."

Fang Funan snorted lightly from his nose.

Shen Yiqing clenched his sleeves tightly, his finger bones turned white.

"Snapped!"

Fang Funan's face was slapped to one side, Fu Chang'an's face turned pale, and his hands hanging in the air were still shaking.

Shen Yiqing hugged Fang Funan with his backhand, his clear eyes began to turn bloodshot: "Ah Nan—"

Fang Funan squeezed Shen Yiqing's hand and shook it firmly, looked up at Fu Chang'an: "Oh, the emperor."

Shen Yiqing's knuckles were almost caught in Fang Funan's flesh and blood: "Ah Nan, shut up."

Fang Funan looked at Shen Yiqing in surprise, opened his mouth as if about to say something, but remained silent in the end.

"Lingnan." Shen Yiqing looked into Fu Changan's eyes, "Lin An went to Lingnan."

Fu Changan didn't go right away.

Shen Yiqing and Fang Funan were politely invited to the palace, saying that they were taking good care of them, but in fact they were under house arrest.

The memorials in the Imperial Study Room are already stacked as high as a person.

Fu Changan was left behind.

At that time.

No one thought of it.

Stay like this.

He almost lost his life.

Fang Funan receives news of the death of the little boss.

It was No.11 days when he was under house arrest.

It's the Cold Food Festival.

The pigeon that flew from Lingnan couldn't withstand the fatigue of the journey, so it fell from the sky.

It is falling on a lush willow tree.

Shake the pendant into a lively pose.

Shen Yiqing crouched under the pillar and counted the ants.

Fang Funan beckoned to him: "Yiqing."

Shen Yiqing didn't move: "Lin An left?"

"gone."

Fang Funan stood on tiptoe slightly to reach the pigeon on the tree, his expression did not change.

Shen Yiqing let out an "oh", and continued to poke the little ant with a small stick.

The sudden wind blew up Fang Funan's books in the yard, and also blew away the crystals hanging from his eyes.

On the second day, a letter was presented to the imperial study room, which was pressed under a large pile of official documents.

It also has the scent of lychee flowers from Lingnan.

Very light very light.

Fu Changan read that letter for a long time, as if he dared not touch a world.

The wind is coming.

The letter was blown up, and Fu Changan subconsciously grabbed it in his hand.

The content inside is inevitable after all.

"Safe. Come back quickly."

Off-white tassels fluttered from the lamps at the corners of the eaves.

A bell in the distance played a crisp hammer.

Who sat down dejectedly.

Who is laughing in the white candle of Hanshi again?

The author has something to say:

hum.

Kind of messy.

Come back when you have time and explain the foreshadowing clearly.

slip away.