Grandpa is such a bunny

Tu Bai's 'headache' scared Du Yun into a bluff, and he hurried to buy wine, "You hold on, do you want to lie down? Go back to the room quickly, come, I will hug you." As he said, he opened his hands and was about to rush past.

Tubo had quick eyes and quick hands, turned his head slightly on Qianfan's shoulder, squinted at him, and kicked Du Yun aside, "Get out, don't try to take advantage of me."

Seeing that he still had the strength to kick people, Du Yun swept his eyes around him, heaved a sigh of relief, concealed his panic just now, tugged on the official robe on his body, and secretly observed Tubo's expression while pretending to be indifferent He said, "Hurry up, I'm afraid you'll take advantage of Zen Master. After a busy night, go back to the inn first, I'll write a memorial to report to the emperor, Yang Zhang's grievances should come to light."

"Master Lao Du." Qian Fan whispered, Du Yun waved his hand, muttered a few words about being an official, and walked away staggeringly.

Tu Bai glanced at Du Yun's back, and snorted, "He's so lazy, you and I were the ones who investigated the case and arrested people, so he just wrote something. Old Du is getting lazy."

As he spoke, he didn't hear an answer, and when he raised his head, he saw Qian Fan was looking at him gently and intently, and Tubo touched his face with his paw, "Am I really pretty?"

Qian Fan smiled and didn't answer, wrapping his slender arms around the narrow waist of the man in his arms, "The poor monk took the benefactor to see the doctor."

It's nice to be loved by a beauty, but it's fine to see a doctor, Tubo shook his head again and again, "No, no, I'm fine, so I won't..."

Qian Fan looked down at him, with a calm expression and deep and serious eyes. Tubo couldn't help but lose his voice as he spoke. For some reason, he felt a little guilty, scratched his chin, and reluctantly whispered, "Okay, okay, then just go."

Qian Fan's brows loosened, and he took a step back, with Buddhist beads wrapped around his white hands, he said softly, "Please, benefactor."

Tubo nodded, strode ahead, glanced at the gentle monk behind him with the corner of his eye, and thought, "Hey, I'm a little afraid of him."

The demon's illness cannot be cured by ordinary people. Tubo propped his face and stared straight at the monk sitting upright, listening to the old doctor stroking around, and finally said, "Take a good rest, young man, you are full of anger. .”

Tubo almost vomited. On the way back, he kept asking, "What should I do if my anger is too high? Zen Master, please find a way."

He was polite to Qian Fan in front of people, occasionally pretending to be a beast in clothes, but secretly he couldn't help but want to tease Qian Fan a few times.

Under his irregular disturbances, Qian Fan quickly understood what he meant, blushed, glanced at him hastily, and said in a low voice with a little annoyance, "The poor monk can recite the "Qing Xin Jue"."

Tubo accepted it as soon as he saw it, and he would not embarrass anyone. He immediately said, "Okay, then I will trouble Zen Master to read it for me for a few more days."

The night in Luo'an City has returned to a bustling and bustling scene. Seven or eight five-petal lotus lanterns are floating in the moat flowing into the city along the city walls.

According to Yang Wenyan's confession, Tubo led people to find Mrs. Li and Mrs. He who were tied up and thrown on a broken boat overnight. It's hard to say.

Du Yun's memorial was sent to the imperial capital, accompanied by Qianfan's token. Soon, the emperor overturned the case for the Yang family, and at the same time convicted Yang Wenyan, who was executed after the fall.

As soon as the news came out, before Du Yun had time to be happy, he discovered that Yang Wenyan bit his tongue and committed suicide in prison, while Tubo received 300 taels of silver and a commission to steal his employer's body out of the prison, burn it, and bring it back to the Weishui River.

In the empty dungeon, only the oil lamp was emitting a dim light. Du Yun squatted in front of a cell door and was silent for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth and asked, "Where did Tubo die?"

Sun Xiao was taken aback by Du Yun's ferocious appearance. The master put his hands in his hands and said coldly, "The arrester asked for a three-day leave, and the adults personally approved it."

Du Yun was silent for a while, and finally said furiously, "Your uncle, dead rabbit, I have indulged him too much. When he comes back, I will arrest him to make spicy rabbit heads."

The master gave him a cool look, "Instead of being angry, my lord might as well think about how to explain to the emperor that the prisoner died in prison, and the body disappeared."

The word 'you', which was deliberately deepened, caused Du Yun to press his temple with a headache, "Let's go, you two help me to see how the reason is..."

In the early morning, Weicheng, Youzhou.

Tubo took a three-day leave and went to Weishui alone.

Humming wild tunes, he rode on a donkey and took off the burden on his back. Just as the cracked black porcelain altar was exposed, the clear wind came from the vast Wei River.

A small boat swayed and slid into the lotus bushes on the bank of the Weishui River. The fisherwoman sat on the side of the boat and wet the wooden comb to comb her hair, and a clear little song poured out of her lips.

Tu Bai remembered the mouthful of blood flowing from the corner of Yang Wenyan's lips when Yang Wenyan died. He wanted to laugh, but he frowned in pain, bowed his body on the ground and hugged the black porcelain altar in his arms, and murmured vaguely, "This I'm... the only one left..."

There are not only charms in the black porcelain altar, but also the young man who is flamboyant but never seen again.

The fisherwoman on the Wei River hummed softly, "Xing Zhi Xing Zhi, the quiet water is quiet, Zhao's family has a mansion, riding and shooting| fine, the eyes are like stars, the clothes are plain, the body can measure willows, the wrist holds the Zhang... "

Leaning on the donkey and listening for a while, Tubo raised his voice and rushed to the river, "Girl, your singing voice is so beautiful, I thought it was a fairy playing fairy music."

Only then did the fisherwoman on the boat see the person on the shore. The man was dressed in a dark blue robe, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, with black hair flying in the breeze. Don't lie to me, my lord, there are too many girls who can sing well."

Tu Bai slanted his eyebrows into his temples, and said with a smile, "But I've only heard your song, it's obviously a fairy music."

The fisher girl was even more ashamed by his coaxing, she turned around and hid in the cabin, peeping at him through the gap in the cabin door.

"Girl, what's the name of the little song you sang so beautifully?" Tubo rubbed the black porcelain altar and asked what he wanted to ask.

The fisher girl hesitated for a moment, then her voice floated gently from the river, "No name."

Tubo raised his eyebrows, "Who did that? Does the girl know?"

The fisher girl looked at him from the gap in the cabin, holding a lotus pod full of lotus seeds in her hand, biting her lower lip with her white teeth, faltering.

"If it's inconvenient, I won't ask." With a smile on the corner of Tubo's lips, his eyes were on the vast Wei River, and the breeze came, blowing away the hair from his temples, and blowing over the smooth ice-cracked black porcelain altar.

Good-looking people are always hard to refuse. The fisherwoman thought for a while before whispering, "Then let me tell you, you can't tell others."

"it is good."

"It was written by a scholar to Lord Zhao Xiaowang. The official has long stopped letting him sing it. I thought it sounded good, so I hummed it secretly. Who would have thought you heard it."

Tubo hurriedly apologized, "Can you finish singing?"

A call came from the depths of the lotus bushes, and the fisher girl turned the boat with her support, looked back at him, and quietly sent the second half of the sentence into the wind of the Wei River.

"...Run the deer and the deer, the deer dies and becomes king, classmate of ten years, red sleeves and fragrant, good time and good scene, share the rewards with you, unite with one heart, swear to the mandarin duck..."

The singing sound scattered into the peaceful years of Weicheng in Youzhou, and sank into the depths of the rippling Weishui together with a handful of tangled ashes.

Tubo walked around Weicheng, bought Xiangshan ancient tree tea for Qianfan, took two bolts of cloth for Sun Xiao and the master to take home to make clothes, and finally squatted outside the bacon shop where people come and go, waiting for the shopkeeper's fresh smoke Bring the pork thigh to Du Yunyun.

In the shop across the street, the peppery smell of spicy rabbit heads choked the saliva wafting out. Tubo rubbed his nose and thought, "If I go to buy some spicy rabbit heads, will it look too cruel?"

It's more than just appearances, it's really miserable, Tubo struggled for a moment, and finally gave up, "The bunny is so cute, how can I eat a bunny."

He rode a small donkey with two big packages, and rushed back to Luo'an City beaming. On the way, he was still thinking about what kind of excuse he would make up to explain where he had been the past few days. He had just arrived at the gate of the city along the moat. There was a loud commotion.

There was a crowd of people crowded under the tower, all looking up at what they were looking at, Tubo looked up following everyone's line of sight, his pupils shrank slightly.

Standing on the tall gray city wall was a woman in a red wedding gown. The moment he looked up, she jumped down.

There was a gasp in the crowd.

Tubo stepped on the donkey, jumped on it, kicked his toes on the city wall, and jumped upwards, his fingertips touched the fiery red wedding dress, he grabbed it, and grabbed the woman's waist , took her into his arms, turned around in mid-air, and then slowly floated down.

Everyone burst into joyful applause, "Ah, it turned out to be an attempt to catch the fast." "Fortunately, brother Tu came in time." "Master Tu's kung fu is really good."

Uncle Tu even saved people in a flashy way, and he played himself a handsome, just about to look down at the woman in his arms, when the familiar stinging pain flooded into his mind in an instant.

This time, it was no longer something he could endure, but a piercing and bone-piercing pain that forcibly split his head, as if a knife blade was splitting his bones inch by inch, sparing his flesh and blood forcibly. Squeezed into his head, the headache was about to burst.

His clothes were drenched in cold sweat almost instantly.

One of the spectators shouted, "Hey, this is Qin Chuxin, the singer of Huanmenglou, come and see if she is."

Another person said, "I, I, I have never been to Huanmenglou, daughter-in-law, I really have never been, I don't know you."

The woman in her arms was full of tears and was unconscious. Tu Bai was struggling with a headache, and said in a deep voice, "...Excuse me." He found a willow tree and put Qin Chuxin under the tree. The cold sweat rolled on his forehead In his eyes, the originally clear and narrow pupils were frighteningly red, he could hardly see the person in front of him clearly, he could only narrow his eyes and look around, "Help go to the yamen to find Master Du, I..."

He bent down to check Qin Chuxin's situation, but he staggered suddenly.

Qian Fanben was preaching scriptures in a temporary temple in the north of the city. When he heard about the accident outside the city gate, he rushed over, but he didn't expect to see this scene just after he passed the crowd. In an instant, she hugged him into her arms.

Tubo had a splitting headache, he clenched his teeth, let himself exhale quickly but not inhale, deliberately expelled all the air in his chest, and created a suffocation in his chest, and then he managed to suppress the pain in his head, pale With a smile on his face, "Hey, Qianfan? What a coincidence."

"Headache again?" Qian Fan only felt his body in his arms tense and trembling. He couldn't calm down any longer, and he said through gritted teeth, "Is the benefactor really angry like this?"

The pain stabbed Tubo's nerves fiercely, and the black hair on his temples was wet with cold sweat. He was about to lose his mind, and he leaned in his arms and murmured, "It's burning in the head. If you recite the scriptures for me, I will... ..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and Qian Fan could barely hear what he was muttering.

"Zen Master, Tu Bo, is this sick?" Everyone's attention suddenly changed, and they all fell on Tubo and asked in a hurry.

Qian Fan felt that the person in his arms was dripping with sweat as if he had been fished out of the water. He frowned fiercely, bent down and hugged Tu Bai horizontally, with a stern face, swept across the roadside, and whispered, "Poor monk Take him away, please send the girl he rescued to the Yamen."

After finishing speaking, he swung his sleeves, turned over and jumped onto a horse beside the road, held Tubai firmly in his arms with one hand, raised his whip high, and charged into the bustling market like an arrow from a string.