Grandpa is such a bunny

As soon as the picture of the beauty came out, the folks were extremely lively, and the rumors and the wind and snow dyed the entire Dajing country white.

The common people stayed in their houses without going out, lit the stove, chattered about in the bright light of the fire, and talked about the matter of the emperor's Sangong and Liuyuan.

Some people said that the brother of his third uncle and nephew was working in the palace, and he saw the beauty picture of Princess Houmin with his own eyes. It was as beautiful as a fairy, and compared with the three thousand pinks and daisies, when the princess came, all the noble concubines would Fall out of favor.

Some people hurriedly said that he was bullshit. The grandson of his aunt's grandson opened a shop in the imperial capital, and he heard the high officials from the palace chatting with his own ears, saying that the princess is beautiful, but she is tall and burly, and she is not as good as our own. The woman is gentle and delicate, the emperor might be sent to the cold palace just by looking at her.

With melon seeds in his pocket, Du Yun took a walk around the street and got several versions. When he was having lunch at noon, he joked about it with the yamen policemen, causing a burst of sighs.

"My lord, you and Master Tu will be able to see the beauty picture when you come back later. If you spend a new year in the imperial capital, you may be able to wait for the princess to see for yourself whether the little lady is beautiful or not." said the first catcher.

Du Yun took a quick look at Tubo, lowered his head, stuffed a big mouthful of rice into his mouth, and said while spraying the rice, "Don't look, I just want to marry my lord, I don't care about it, how beautiful the princess can be, how can she compare Are the old pictures of my house still interesting?"

Tu Bai gnawed on a carrot, heard this, kicked Du Yun off the table coolly.

There was a burst of laughter on the table, and a catcher laughed and lay down on the table, saliva splashing, "I can't compare, I can't compare, Mr. Tu is handsome, if you want to compare, you have to compare with Zen Master, he is the one—"

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by a carrot that fell from the sky. He turned his head to look, and saw the master retracted his chopsticks, and said coldly, "Let's go when you've had enough food. If you spit on the stars and spray vegetables, don't you let me eat?" let eat."

Du Yun's face on the ground froze for a moment, but he reacted quickly, grabbed the table and stood up, patting the dust on his buttocks as if nothing had happened, "Eat quickly, go to work after eating."

A group of old men also had a lot of energy eating, and after a while they were silent and the dishes on the table were gone. Du Yun poked his eyes out from between the rice bowls and saw Tubo propping his chin with one hand, silently looking at the dishes in the bowl, he He asked a lot, "What do you think?"

Tubo raised his eyelids and said calmly, "I wonder who the Zen master he is talking about."

Looking out from the palace, you can see thousands of mountains and mountains covered with snow, and there are thousands of families in the nearby royal city. The raised ridges reveal a little crimson from under the snow, and look like acacias scattered all over the ground from a distance. .

As long as there is a little red, it can cause lovesickness.

Sandalwood incense is curling up in the Buddha Hall, and through the dense green smoke, you can see the snow-white outside the hall. Yixuan opened his eyelids and looked out of the hall secretly, and saw the broken snowflakes falling all over the sky. Voices.

In the heavy snow, the sword, light and sword shadow accidentally fell into a dazzling white line in the Buddha Hall. Yixuan dodged in panic while hugging the wooden fish, but unexpectedly his feet caught the cushion and staggered forward. He was supported by a green robe at the moment of falling.

His eyes became hot, "Master!"

Qianfan carried Yixuan behind him with one hand, and a very thin red rope was wrapped around his other wrist. The red rope clung to his arm like a tiny poisonous snake, staring quietly at the well-dressed young man in front of him.

As he rose and fell, the little red snake shuttled through the sword, and jumped onto the sharp blade accurately and ruthlessly, flexibly twisting its slender body, and pinched the blade tightly.

Qian Fan's expression was indifferent, but he exerted force on his wrist, and the young man's sword fell to the ground with a 'clang' sound, the red rope shrank rapidly, the hilt of the sword rubbed sparks all the way, and jumped into Qian Fan's hand.

He nodded slightly at the person in front of him, flipped his hands over the opponent's weapon, and said generously, "The poor monk is rude."

The young man gave him a cold look, turned around and walked out of the hall. When he stepped over the lacquered threshold, he suddenly disappeared out of thin air, leaving only half of a light yellow feather dangling down.

Immediately, a very round, very round little yellow bird appeared on a wintersweet tree standing alone in the wind and snow outside the main hall.

The little yellow bird grabbed the branch with its bright yellow claws, and its two small wings interlaced in front of its chest, posing in a gesture of admiration, and said with a heroic demeanor, "It's not because you are being rude, it's because you are inferior to others."

The bird's voice was as cold and clear as ice and snow, and the two mung bean-sized eyes were warm and shiny like amber.

Qian Fan, "My lord is just not good at using swords."

The little yellow bird put its small wings on its waist and hummed lightly.

The little monk Yixuan on the side has widened his eyes, and his shocked eyes wandered between the master and the little yellow bird. He was so surprised that he gave a soft "ah" and grabbed the master's hem to ask if he was a little bird. Become a spirit, or a person becomes a bird.

At this time, there was a crisp sound of cups and porcelain colliding behind the two, and Yixuan followed Qianfan and turned around, and saw a man added to the hall surrounded by sandalwood fragrance at some point.

The man was holding a Qing porcelain teacup in his hand, and a snow-white cloak was draped over the black robe, which looked extraordinarily luxurious and dignified.

He was just sitting, but it made people feel majestic for no reason. His two sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes showed a faint color of determination, his thin lips were tightly pursed, he was handsome, calm and dignified.

Yixuan didn't dare to stay on his face for long, and was about to look away when he was surprised to find that the man was sitting on a green chair with big wheels inlaid with golden silk thread on both sides.

Such a majestic and stalwart man is actually bad at walking?

"Shanyue, long time no see." The man said.

Qian Fan clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and bowed his head, "Lord Nineteen."

This person is the most feared prince of Huaiyuan who is thousands of miles away in the rivers and lakes and who is currently the emperor.

King Huaiyuan bowed his head in return, looking across the long hall.

Snow fell outside the hall again, and the little yellow bird on the plum branch was covered with snowflakes in a short while. It fluttered its small wings and shook them off, and said lazily, "You guys talk, I'll go out for a walk."

After finishing speaking, she flapped her wings. Yuanyuan's body looked clumsy and ridiculous, but she flew surprisingly lightly, and disappeared into the snow like a fluffy ball.

The little yellow bird came as soon as it said it would come, and left without a trace as soon as it said it would leave. In the luxurious hall behind it, the black eyes of King Huaiyuan who had been watching it all the time dimmed slightly.

Qianfan took a picture of Yixuan who was still in a daze, "Go to the fasting room and get some rice for the young master."

In just a few sticks of incense, the little monk was frightened one after another, and now he managed to regain his senses, hurriedly ran out of the hall with the wooden fish in his arms, and closed the hall door for them.

The wind and snow could not enter the hall of worship, and the light sandalwood soon filled the whole hall.

Qian Fan went to the side room to bring out some tea, and said softly, "My lord still refuses to forgive you?"

King Huaiyuan hummed heavily, his black eyes turned to the closed palace door, his eyes darkened.

"Master Nineteen, have you ever wondered why Young Master is angry?"

King Huaiyuan glanced at the monk with downcast eyes, "Shanyue, this king is not here to talk about me and him."

Qian Fan pursed his lips, took the teacup in his hand, and poured a new cup.

Huaiyuan said kingly, "Have you thought about it?"

Qian Fan raised his eyes, the Buddhist beads in his hand had already been strung together and wrapped around his wrist again, the Buddhist heart Zen words engraved on each Buddhist bead stuck to his skin, when he didn't deliberately look at it, it was like a string of bright red lovesickness seeds , lying quietly in his palm.

When he covered the prayer beads with his sleeve, who would know what he was wearing.

"I've made up my mind." Qian Fan said.

A faint white mist rises from the clear tea, and when looking at people through the mist, the eyebrows and eyes are extremely gentle.

King Huaiyuan and him are ministers and friends. They have known each other for many years. No matter how cool the wind and moon are on the surface of Chan Master Shanyue, there is still a precipitous and proud mountain in his bones. , hidden rapids.

No one can change the will of the mountain.

King Huaiyuan stared at him for a long time, "Is it a man?"

Qian Fan blinked and shook his head.

King Huaiyuan took a sip of tea, "Shanyue, you can't hide it from me, let alone a man—"

He didn't speak, but was interrupted by Qian Fan. There was an unconcealable smile on the corner of his lips, and when he mentioned a certain uncle, he laughed inexplicably, "It's not a human, it's a male rabbit."

After hearing what he said, King Huaiyuan was silent for a moment, nodded to himself, and said, "Same as him."

Knowing who he was talking about, Qian Fan thought silently, "Ah Tu is not the same as that young master at all, although they are both monsters, Atu's temper is much better."

I don't know if a beautiful rabbit is in the eye of the beholder.

Even though Qian Fan didn't mind much, and even wanted to say a few more words about his family, but it was obvious that Prince Huaiyuan was not in the mood, so Qian Fan had no choice but to melt the joy in his heart and share it with the person in his heart.

King Huaiyuan looked at the unintentional smile of the gentle monk in front of him, felt stuffy in his chest, regretted bringing up this topic, lowered his head and drank a big mouthful of tea, the stuffy feeling immediately felt bitter again.

He had no choice but to cough twice, and began to talk about business, "This king has something to tell you on this trip."

Qian Fan put away his smile, and said seriously, "Your lord, you mean the matter that the king of Houmin took the princess as a hostage?"

"Yes. According to the spy report, the King of Houmin is cruel and arrogant by nature. With his temperament, it is logically impossible for him to offer to send his daughter to Dajing to show his submission. This king suspects that he has other plans for this trip. You stay in the palace during this time, and when Princess Houmin enters the court, send someone to watch her secretly. Don't let my brother be obsessed with ghosts. This king wants to see how he, a nomadic and scattered tribe, wants to turn things around. "

Qian Fan agreed, thought for a while, and raised his teacup, "When this matter is over, I'm afraid the poor monk won't stay in the palace anymore..."

King Huaiyuan touched him lightly, "Yes, I know." Turning his head to look at the glimmer of light seeping in from the white snow outside the hall, he held the armrest of the wheelchair under him, his eyes gloomy and envious.

Qian Fan looked at the Sichuan characters twisted between his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "My lord, it's better to say something about it."

King Huaiyuan didn't look at him, and hummed.

The imperial city, a prosperous and beautiful place, Qian Fan didn't expect that the person he cared about had already been like a dead tree, and he had completely forgotten about him.

When he opened his eyes, the sky outside was still as dark as ink, and Tubo turned into a prototype and lay down on the pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I don’t know if it’s because of the headaches that brought out other problems, or because he’s getting old, he’s lived for a long time, and his bones are failing. Swimming in the bones, astringent pain oozes out from the cracks in the bones.

Since he fell ill, he has hardly slept a night for nearly half a month.

But he is used to hiding himself, not revealing the slightest emotion in front of outsiders, and at night, he would spend the whole night with his eyes open and stay silent in the silent night.

Why on earth did I become like this?The memories he cleaned regularly couldn't answer him, and the Mo Wang book didn't give him an answer either.

Tubo tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, got up, put on his clothes and walked out of the house, and unknowingly walked to the edge of Crescent Lake.

The small pool was crystal clear, and the lotus at the bottom of the pool grew delicate buds. Tubo squatted down, stretched his hands into the cold water, and stirred up several layers of ripples on the water surface, with an indifferent expression.

His head no longer remembers, but his instincts are still there. His heart, eyes, and hands still remember when he was sitting in the backyard of the old yamen, separated by a water tank full of lotuses. Peek at the people in the house who are meditating with their eyes closed.

In summer, there is a lotus wind, clear water playing with lotus leaves, and sandalwood fragrance, a man of Buddha all his life.

But at this time, there is only cold winter.