Grandpa is such a bunny

At the moment when the sharp blade pierced the wind, a strange and majestic gale suddenly appeared, and the wind blade held an arrow whistle, making a sound of metal smashing.

Qin Chuxin closed her eyes and was ready to die. She noticed something strange, and when she opened it again, the sharp arrow turned into powder and flew into the wind in front of her eyes. Shouts and shouts exploded in my ears one after another.

She stood in the wind in amazement, her dress fluttered, and she felt that the world was spinning for a while, and the wind took her away from the place like a chain.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a bumpy and fast carriage under him, the curtains of the carriage fluttered, and there was a wilderness outside, and the blue mountains in the distance rolled up and down, and he didn't know where it led.

Sitting in the car, she barely grasped the wall of the car to maintain her figure, and Chi asked, "Are you... from the Zhang family?"

The coachman was wearing a bamboo hat, his black hair was blowing in the wind, and a deep voice came out from the wind, "Chu Niang, it's really you."

Qin Chuxin was stunned, and then quickly reacted, her face was filled with sorrow and joy, and her expression changed several times. Finally, she bit her lower lip lightly, grabbed the car curtain, and was about to say something when Tubo pushed her away. compartment.

The cold light on the back of the knife flashed across the carriage, and Tubo leaped onto the roof of the car with his whip in his hand, lowered his head and pinched the edge of his bamboo hat, raised his eyes and smiled coldly, and fought hand to hand with the slaves of the Zhang family who were chasing him.

The car was bumpy, and Qin Chuxin's hair was in a mess. He didn't bother to help him. He grabbed the wall of the car with one hand to prevent himself from rolling out of the carriage. Hold it tightly to your chest.

Tubo flicked his whip in the air, and the whip made a crisp sound. He squinted his eyes, kept holding the brim of his hat with one hand, and danced the whip like a spirit snake with the other hand. One of them got off the galloping carriage.

"You guys weren't even born when Brother Tu killed people." He sneered from under the brim of his hat, swept the whip across the other person's face, and kicked it down.

"Tsk, I should show Qianfan, I'm so handsome." Tubo whistled triumphantly, and was about to turn over and jump onto the shaft of the car to drive forward, when suddenly his ears moved, and he noticed a slight difference, his handsome face showed a daze His expression was just for a moment, he opened his eyes wide and quickly turned around to block it, the ferocious and violent air from behind had already slapped Tubo's shoulder fiercely.

He was shot flying out of the carriage, spit out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, flicked the whip in his hand, wrapped around the shaft of the carriage and brought himself up, grabbed Qin Chuxin in the carriage, and when another wave of attack came, he rolled over with the woman in his arms Get out of the carriage.

On both sides of the uninhabited official road are bottomless valleys and ravines. The two rolled down the steep slope. The road was covered with thorns and stones. valley.

Seeing this scene, the slaves of the Zhang family who were chasing after him looked at each other with a look of joy in their fierce eyes, "Someone will help you and me!"

One person stood on the edge of the valley and looked down, "It seems that they are destined to die. Don't chase after them. Below is the Valley of Evil Wolf. They can't survive. Go back and report to the master." Turned over, and finally left unwillingly.

In the royal city of the imperial capital, the sandalwood incense was burnt in the solemn Buddha Hall, and Qian Fan went to change the incense candle. Just as he stretched out his hand, there was a "hiss" sound, and there was still half an inch of residual incense burning a hot spark under the incense embers in the incense altar. I was absent-minded just now, and I didn't notice that it reached Mars.

There were scald marks on the white fingertips, Qian Fan looked down, his heart was empty for some reason, and the inexplicable suffocation was wrapped around his throat, making his heart beat faster and faintly uneasy.

His face was heavy, and he finally put down the scriptures in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Come here."

In the silent hall, two men in black quietly appeared, knelt on the ground in unison, and saluted him, "Zen Master."

Shan Yue drooped her eyes and rubbed the red marks on her fingertips, "Haven't you caught up with him yet?"

The man in black said, "Yes. Mr. Tu threw our people away as soon as he left the city gate, and he has already chased along the road, but for some reason, Mr. Tu seems to have disappeared out of thin air."

Shanyue closed her eyes, her handsome brows were filled with deep worry.

Knowing that the benefactor of Tutu is bold and has excellent martial arts skills, but Qianfan just can't let him go, and specially sent someone to follow him secretly, to help him at any time, but unexpectedly, this person disappeared without a trace as soon as he left the city. What worried him even more was that his people were in the city They found the body of the horse Tupper rode when he left.

How can he get to Luoan if he doesn't ride a horse?Qian Fan finally realized that brother Tu not only had the ability to make jokes and flirt with others, but also that handsome kung fu was not practiced for nothing.

The fingers in the wide sleeves curled up, "Add more people, we must find the benefactor, and if he is safe, secretly escort him back to the imperial capital."

The men in black said yes in unison.

The voice of the father-in-law saluting came from outside the main hall, and he squeezed his throat to ask Qian Fan to give a lecture. Qian Fan responded, walked to the door of the hall, thought for a while, and asked, "Are the officials on the list and Mr. Zhang surrounded by hidden guards?" ?”

The man in black, "As the Zen master ordered."

Qian Fan nodded, "Okay, wait for the order." After speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

The sun shone into the hall of worship and Buddha again, and the fragrance of Buddha wafted in the hall, but there was no one there.

The northwest wind finally swept through God City, the bright sun was still hanging in the sky, and the dry and cold wind had blown people wrapped in cotton coats.

There are still people coming and going on the streets and alleys of Wangcheng——foreign people, business convoys coming and going from the southwest, individual travelers from the rivers and lakes running coldly, monks and priests in robes, and ordinary people with busy heads. Passing by, glanced hastily, with different expressions, no one knows what kind of ghost is wrapped in it.

Du Yun looked away from Yin Hong's banner in the restaurant downstairs, "It's the fourth day, and he hasn't come back yet."

"Lord Du, it's only the fourth day." Xie Yuxian swayed the satin fan and leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his slender legs, and yawned with half-covered eyes, "The emperor's capital arrived in Luo'an, and he rode fast and couldn't sleep It will take more than six days to rest, let alone a round trip."

The dry and cold wind blew in along the neckline, and Du Yun felt chills, staring straight at the glow and sunset that filled the Yonghuai River. When it was cold, even a pleasure boat disappeared, "No, that's you, he It doesn't take that long."

Xie Yu narrowed his eyes idlely, "What do you mean?" As soon as the fan closed, it was about to hit Du Yun on the head, and it was not easy to provoke him unless he knew his short temper. Shen, with a worried face, didn't mean to make jokes with him at all.

Du Yun reached out and grabbed his fan, opened it distractedly, and shook it. It was already early winter outside, and he was shivering from the cold after a few fan strokes. Only then did he realize that the folding fan that Pavilion Master Xie usually carried with him was just a decoration. "That's not what I meant. He's different. In short, he shouldn't have been so long. Is there any movement in Zhang's house now?"

Xie Yuxian was still depressed, just like a man being questioned about his ability in a certain aspect, he said displeasedly, "Nothing."

"That's good, that's good." Du Yun took two steps in the room with his hands in his hands, and when he remembered something, he quickly walked to the bed and took out the small box dug out from the acacia tree and hugged it in his arms. The box pressed against his chest, the pain made him feel relieved, and he murmured to himself, "I'm just waiting for the witness, hurry up."

As soon as the genius turned cold, the majestic emperor fell ill. According to the father-in-law who led the way, His Majesty was angry.There is no rain in Hengzhou in May, drought and locusts, many wells and springs have dried up, and good fields have been desolate. The 300 million taels of relief money allocated by the imperial court has not yet controlled the disaster situation. The number of people dying of famine has increased month by month. Officials are held accountable and asked to come up with a solution within three days.

"Your Majesty is having a headache, please Zen master to explain the scriptures and meditate." Fair and fair.

While speaking, they had already reached the imperial study room, and two officials bowed out from the palace before them, the one who took the lead was Zhang Dingcheng.

Minister of the Ministry of Rites talked with the officials beside him in a low voice with a sullen face, and when he saw Qian Fan approaching, he looked up.

This was an unintentional glance, but Zhang Dingcheng's face suddenly became extremely ugly. There was an unknown depth in his cloudy eyes, and he pinned on Qian Fan's body uncertainly, as if he wanted to cut off a layer of flesh from him.

Qian Fan's brows were as warm as water, and he was dressed in a robe of clean and clean, with a string of wooden and moist Buddhist beads wrapped around his evenly slender wrists, a little red on his wrists reflected on his face, red lips and black eyes, extraordinarily handsome.

He clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, "Master Zhang."

Only then did Zhang Dingcheng move again, saluted him back, and raised his head again, the gloom on his face had disappeared, "Your Majesty has a mental illness, thank you Zen Master for comfort and persuasion."

Qian Fan nodded, and followed the father-in-law who led the way into the main hall. When the palace gate was closed, he turned his head by chance, and saw Zhang Dingcheng's furrowed cheek suddenly showing an extremely gloomy expression through a narrow gap.

Qian Fan raised his eyebrows, moved the beads thoughtfully, and stopped after taking two steps—Zhang Dingcheng would not show such an expression for no reason, Hengzhou is currently suffering from a severe drought, and 3 taels of disaster relief silver has been handed down layer by layer. How many people's pockets have been corrupted, and the Ministry of Rites is taking the lead in disaster relief. Logically speaking, it is impossible to use corruption to report sorrows and mourns, unless he is impatient and angered Long Yan, and the emperor thoroughly investigates the matter , if something is really found out, all the grasshoppers on the line centered on the Ministry of Rites will not be able to escape.

Hearing the movement outside the hall, the emperor's voice came out, full of vicissitudes and fatigue, "Mountain Moon is here? Come in, others step back, I don't want to see you."

The maids and servants came out in a file, and Qian Fan took the calming tea from his father-in-law and walked into the inner hall.

The emperor leaned on the couch, propped his forehead with one hand, his brows were tightly frowned, and there were fragments of a tea cup collapsed on the ground. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked at him. state.

"Your Majesty, calm down and take care of your body." Qian Fan handed over the medicinal tea.

The undried Anshen tea on the ground exudes a bitter taste. The emperor endured it, and did not overturn this cup. He took the teacup wearily, "Thousands of people are pressing on my shoulders. Even if I want to be quiet Can't stay still."

Qian Fan held the Buddha beads and rubbed the scriptures engraved on them with his fingertips, "Eating the king's salary, sharing the worries for the king."

The emperor raised his eyes and said sarcastically, "How many civil and military officials are useful?" He rubbed his eyebrows, pinched a crumpled piece of paper with his fingers, and lifted it to Qian Fan.

Qian Fan understood, took the paper with both hands, looked at it at a glance, and raised his handsome eyebrows.

This is a letter of denunciation, reporting the severe drought in Hengzhou.

"How much of the 300 million taels of disaster relief money is in the hands of the common people?" There was an obvious deep gully between the emperor's brows, and the unconcealable slaughter was revealed from the old eyes.

Looking at this piece of paper, Qian Fan's heart trembled, his fingers rubbed the edge of the letter, there were several folds on it, "Your Majesty, where did the letter come from?"

After the emperor drank the calming tea, he slammed the teacup on the table, and the tea splashed on the dragon robe, "Someone shot an arrow into my bedroom at night, and the group of wastes have not caught the archer until now." He said The anger was rekindled, "Could it be that one day when this arrow hits my head, the group of dogs will just let go... Cough cough cough cough!" Before he finished speaking, he began to cough violently.

Qian Fan immediately stepped forward to support the emperor, and called his father-in-law to find an imperial doctor. The emperor was filled with anger, burning from his neck to his forehead, with bulging veins at his temples. He leaned on the pillow and waved his hands, "... In three days, I can't find out who is pocketing their own money, all of them... ahem, let me raise my head to see you."

Let the father-in-law serve the calming tea again, and persuade the emperor to drink it until the medicine is effective and the emperor's fire gradually subsides. When he closes his eyes and calms the nerves and falls asleep, Qian Fan glances at the hidden guards of the Imperial Army hiding in the emperor's bedroom to ensure the safety of the palace. Only then got up and left.

As night fell, there were kneeling imperial guards outside the main hall who were not responsible for escorting them. On the painted red and gold-painted Panlong beams and pillars, there was an inwardly sunken triangular imprint, which was the arrowhead imprint left by an arrowhead. The denunciation letter Just got nailed here.

Qian Fan raised his hand to touch the depression, and asked Chen Ke, the commander in charge of the imperial court, "How long is the defense line in the palace?"

"With a radius of a hundred miles, no birds will stay."

Qian Fan turned around, "So, if someone shoots an arrow hundreds of miles away, the palace guards won't be alarmed?"

Chen Ke raised his head, the cold armor on his shoulders made the sound of iron plates rubbing against each other, and his thick eyebrows furrowed, "Yes, but a hundred miles away, who can make a perfect show?"

The beams and pillars of the palace hall are heavy and heavy. Not only does this person have excellent arrow shooting skills, but he also needs great strength to nail the letter to the beams and pillars outside the defense line of the palace. , so he denied what Qian Fan meant.

Qian Fan glanced at him, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, and said in a low voice, "In the century-old rivers and lakes, there are so many talented people." Staring at Yinjun with deep meaning in his eyes, "There are many people in the rivers and lakes. "

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, left the emperor's bedroom, walked into a dark corner, avoided the palace guards, performed lightness kung fu and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

As soon as he returned to the gloomy Buddha Hall, a black shadow quickly flashed and knelt in front of him, "The servant of the Zhang family has returned and brought back a bloody carriage."

Qian Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand in his sleeve clenched the prayer beads, "What's in the car?"

"There was no one in the car, only a small purse embroidered with gold. I didn't know what was in the purse. Zhang Dingcheng was furious when he saw it, and immediately sent out killers. We followed secretly and found that the killer's target was Lord Du. Also, Zhang Dingcheng's bedroom Fetion was also nailed outside the room."

Ever since hearing the words of blood, Qianfan's peaceful heart lake has already been blown by strong winds, his fingers are pinching the Buddhist beads and rattling, but his face is cold and motionless, as if covered with a layer of frost mask. Once Baixue touches the strong wind, it will immediately turn into a blizzard, containing the freezing cold of the sky.

The person who shot the arrow at the palace and sent Zhang Dingcheng a reminder to Zhang Dingcheng at the same time, what the Han said was Gao Chenfeng's account book that wrote the fate of corrupt officials.

Qian Fan thought for a moment, someone leaked the secret between them?He immediately refuted himself, neither Du Yun Tubo nor Xie Yuxian had any reason, so it means that there are other people who know Gao Chenfeng's account book... Who is it?

As soon as the inextricable clues were revealed, they were entangled with more twine and tied into a knot, seamlessly allowing a glimpse of Qingming.

At this moment, Qianfan didn't have any more thoughts to think about it, suppressing the storm in his heart, and whispered, "Where is Lord Du now?"

"It has been placed in Wen'an Temple in Xishan."

That was the Buddhist temple where he made his fortune, Qian Fan closed his eyes.

Heiying said, "Zen Master, there are many deep valleys on both sides of the official road. Mr. Tu is afraid that he fell into the valley in a fight with his slaves. His subordinates have already sent people down the valley to look for it."

Qian Fan opened his eyes, took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist and put them into his arms, the wind in his eyes gradually calmed down, turning into a deep night and sinking into his dark eyes, "I see, send someone to watch Zhang Dingcheng and tell Mr. Du , if there is any movement, pre-emptively, we will cooperate with him... If there is a benefactor, I will find it myself."

The black shadow was surprised, and he lowered his head in response. Qian Fan turned his head and glanced at the resplendent Buddha statue in the Buddha Hall. The face of the god and Buddha looked down at him with solemn and compassionate faces.