Grandpa is such a bunny

Some wines are heroic and unrestrained, and some wines can make people's chests bitter when they enter the intestines.

After living so long, Tubo knew for the first time that this glass of wine could be so painful that it was hard to swallow.

Du Yun saw that he was drinking like a dove, and he was afraid that one day they would not catch him, and Mr. Rabbit would die of drunkenness on the street, and someone would catch him and cook him as a drunken rabbit.

He locked the wine cellar tightly, confiscated all the silver from Tubo, and forbade him to go out to buy wine.

"I see how you still drink." Du Yun looked down at the young man lying on the steps in the courtyard as if he had no bones.

Tubo stretched his legs straight, walked a few stone steps gracefully, propped his upper body back with one arm, raised his head and squinted and smiled, "Du Yun, you are not my wife, why do you care about drinking?"

He had been hungover for several days, his voice was hoarse from drinking, and when he spoke, every word smelled of alcohol and the vicissitudes of life.

"Can you be promising?" Du Yun knelt down and looked at him.

Tubo loosened his arms, lay completely on the stone steps, looked up at the bright sky, and laughed, "I'm going to be useless after drinking a little wine?"

"Drinking for no reason is just useless!" Du Yun reached out and grabbed his collar, "You—" He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start. His throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't swallow Can't swallow, can't spit out.

The smile on Tubo's face froze, and his expression became indifferent. He broke Du Yun's hand and said coldly, "Du Yun, I'm not just looking for trouble, I feel uncomfortable."

Du Yun's voice was hoarse, and he whispered, "Why are you uncomfortable?"

Tubo pushed him away, and staggered up from the ground, "I can't remember, it's hard not to remember anything."

His head can't remember anything, but his beating heart is screaming crazily. His head and heart seem to be divided into two factions, opposing each other, blaming each other, berating each other for not being able to forget and the other for not being able to remember.

"But you have been sick many times before." Du Yun's throat rolled.

Tubo wiped his face and said hoarsely, "I don't know." He shook his head in a trance, turned around and left.

Du Yun stepped in front of him with a big stride, "Where are you going?"

Tubo walked around him, his straight shoulders seemed to be taken away from his spine, and he looked extremely depressed, "Don't drink, I have a headache, let me go, leave me alone."

Du Yun stood in front of him, motionless, like a pillar, standing firmly on the spot, Tubo glanced at him, changed into his original shape, stretched his limbs, and dexterously walked around Du Yun and jumped out.

He did have a headache, it was the result of a hangover, but he was often tortured by headaches unbearably, this hangover was nothing at all, Tubo galloped in the courtyard, moving like a mad rabbit, bypassing the corridor, passing through the backyard, Wherever he passed, he could only see a white shadow flashing by. Just as he jumped over the high threshold of Luo'an Yamen, he bumped into something head-on, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

Qian Fan bent down and stretched out his hand to fish it out, and pulled a snow-white rabbit into his arms.

It seems reasonable to sit on the sidelines.

Then, the sharp voice of the old lady|supervisor shouted next to my ear: The imperial decree has arrived—Du Yun, the magistrate of Luo'an City, received the decree.

Du Yun was leading the police to catch the rabbits in a hurry. He was about to close the door to block the way when he heard this sound. He was startled. Before he could react, his body was very honest, and he knelt down straight away, "Mr. , cough, the minister accepts the order."

The old eunuch raised his voice, "Kneel—"

Qian Fan knelt down to receive the order along with the people in the Luo'an City Yamen. His robe was loose enough to cover the rabbit in his arms so as not to be rude in front of the imperial court.

Tubo was lying in a firm embrace, his small paws showed sharp nails to hook the man's clothes, he raised his pink nose and sniffed, smelling a clear fragrance, the rabbit's eyes showed a trace of confusion.

Feeling that the little thing in his arms seemed uneasy, Qianfan patted its head gently.

The grand eunuch | supervisor read the imperial decree aloud, while Du Yun was listening, he couldn't help being distracted and looked at the monk in robes holding the rabbit in shock, his heart beat wildly, the heartbeat even covered up the old eunuch's edict reading He was oblivious to the sound, straightened up, and was about to point out, but his sleeve was suddenly pulled by the master next to him, and then he came back to his senses, possessed himself and made a respectful appearance, and listened to the imperial decree in a daze.

Stepping forward to receive the imperial decree, the old lady|supervisor said cheerfully with her hands in her hands, "Master Laudu is here."

Du Yun said that you are being polite, but he thought to himself, what the fuck did the decree say.

The old lady|supervisor exchanged a few words with him, did not stop much, bowed to Qianfan, lifted the hem of his clothes and got into the carriage.

The carriage rolled slowly, Du Yun was smiling, and when the carriage and horses disappeared from sight, he turned around suddenly, and saw Zen Master Shanyue holding the rabbit in a breeze, and staring at him affectionately.

Du Yun pointed at him, "You you put it down!"

Qian Fan raised his head and said softly, "Master Du, long time no see."

The winter has not yet warmed up, and Du Yun's back is covered with a thin layer of sweat. He doesn't know whether he was frightened or guilty. He never expected to see Zen Master Shanyue again, and he didn't know why he would. In short, his legs and feet were weak, so he had to struggle hard, hoping that Qianfan didn't know that he was holding Master Tu in his arms.

Du Yun smiled, "Hey, the little rabbit is timid and afraid of strangers, Zen master give it to me."

Surprised on Qianfan's face, he grabbed the rabbit's little paw under the armpit and lifted him up like a child, smiling all over his face, "Well, it's not afraid."

The softness of his palms made him unable to stop smiling. Seeing Atu again, even though the affairs of the imperial capital had not been completely let go, this episode was enough for him to talk about comfort and relieve lovesickness.

The rabbit being held by him seemed a little dazed, and let him hold him in a daze, with its long ears bent and bent, its round eyes staring blankly at Du Yun opposite, its four little paws drooping, not at all There is no meaning to struggle.

Du Yun cursed this idiot in his heart, restrained his expression, and said in a deep voice, "Zen Master, give me the rabbit."

Sensing the displeasure in his tone, Qian Fan maintained a gentle temperament, remembering to cover up Tubo's identity, knowingly asked, "Lord Du, where is Mr. Tu?"

"The Chan master is here to deliver the decree, just hand over to the official, why bother to ask where the yamen servants in my house go." Du Yun looked at him, with a bit of guard and suspicion in his eyes.

In fact, ever since Du Yun knew Qian Fan's identity, his suspicion and vigilance towards him never diminished. He draws boundaries.

Du Yun asked himself more than once, what is Zen Master Shanyue, who is meditating in meditation, to the Dajing Kingdom? On the side of the emperor, three steps can splash the blood on the dynasty. This monk is the abyss buried next to the emperor who almost defended the East Palace , once the mountains and rivers change drastically, the abyss can swallow everything.

Qian Fan slowly put away his smile, and said lightly, "Your Majesty Du, you don't have to be wary of the poor monk. Your Majesty has entrusted you to come here this time."

Du Yun didn't believe him, he hooked his finger at the dazed rabbit, and said through gritted teeth, "Come here, or else you won't be able to eat carrots tonight."

Qian Fan pursed his lips and tightened his hand holding the rabbit. He lowered his head and looked into the eyes of the rabbit. Strong lovesickness gushed out from his bones and blood. He couldn't help calling softly, "Atu..."

Tubo froze all over, and his mind wandering nine days away was suddenly pulled back to his body. He blinked, lowered his eyes, stepped on Qian Fan's wrist with his hind legs, and jumped out of his embrace. The sharp nails left three bluish-white marks on the back of Qianfan's hand.

Qian Fan didn't notice at all, as he jumped out, his heart suddenly emptied.

The rabbit that fell to the ground turned into a thin and tall young man in an instant.

Tubo's current appearance is not good-looking at all, with a layer of green stubble growing on his angular chin, his face is haggard and sluggish, and his eyes are cold and indifferent.

"Old Tu." Du Yun hurriedly called out.

Tubo turned around, staring blankly at the extraordinary and gentle monk in front of him, the pain in his bones slowly fermented into another feeling.

"I... I don't remember you."

Qian Fan shrank his eyes, and the breeze and bright moon in his eyes instantly turned into wind and rain. The hand hanging in his sleeve pinched the Buddhist beads, and fixedly looked at Tubo, his gaze was like a knife cutting open his skin inch by inch, crushing it to pieces. What he said, I want to know whether the five words he said are true or not.

Just being looked at by him like this made Tubo feel distressed for a while, he really didn't remember him, he forgot him.

After a while, Qian Fan shook his head, "I don't believe it."

Tubo smiled bitterly, "This is the truth."

Qian Fan stretched out his hand, his brows and eyes were extremely gentle, "Atu, come here."

The hand was held in front of Tubo's eyes, evenly slender, with clean fingertips, the hand hanging by his side twitched nervously, and he almost couldn't help himself to hold it.

But he held back, with an almost indifferent expression, and whispered, "Sorry, I really don't remember you." After speaking, he turned around and strode into the backyard.

"Tuber!" Qian Fan wanted to chase, but was stopped by Du Yun.

Qian Fan watched Tubo's back disappear at the end of the corridor, and a frightening chill suddenly appeared between his handsome brows.

The night gradually covered the setting sun, and the last bit of bloody sun melted into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

Tubo sat in front of the pear wood table, his eyes were empty and lonely.

The Mo Wang Book with yellowed pages was spread on the table, and the cold wind came in from the gap in the window, blowing a few pages of the Mo Wang Book.

The memories written on it flashed before Tubo's eyes, and he pressed a page, which was completely blank.

There is no him here, no monk.

The most important people in his memory are all on it, but that person is not there.

So that person was... unimportant to him in the past.

Tubo suddenly turned his head and looked at the closed door.

Outside the door, Qian Fan stopped and stood quietly.

Tubo thought sadly, "I don't even remember, what else are you here for?"

Qian Fan spoke from outside the door, his voice hoarse, suppressing something, "I want...your explanation."

Tubo thought silently, "Explain what? I forgot about you, there is nothing to explain."

Qian Fan pursed his lower lip, "I'll wait for you."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and lowered his eyes, like a Buddha.

Outside the bamboo grove, Du Yun looked at the monk standing guard in front of Tubo's gate from a distance, punched the courtyard wall with his fist, then grinned in pain, covered his hands and walked away.

Walking into his dormitory, Master and Sun Xiao were already waiting for him.

Du Yun took out the teacup, poured himself a cup of cold water and poured it down, avoiding the two pairs of eyes behind him, he said casually, "What are you doing here?"

Sun Xiaoteng stood up abruptly, "My lord, you clearly said that Zen Master would not come back again, but now that he is back, can it... can it be said that Zen Master also... has feelings for Brother Tu!"

Du Yun really didn't want to mention this again, and his heart was in a mess.

Unexpectedly, Zen Master Shanyue came back again, why did he come this time?Also, Shanyue already knew that Lao Tu was a rabbit demon, did he discover it, or did the two of them have such deep feelings for each other?

The master took a sip of the tea, and held out the imperial decree with both hands, "The Zen Master's trip is for this purpose."

Du Yun didn't hear a single word of what was written in the imperial decree, but now that he saw it again, he remembered that there was such a thing, walked over to catch the imperial edict, shook it off and read it.

He had just read a few words, and his face suddenly changed, all the blood faded instantly, and panic and suspicion flooded up in his eyes.

Normally, Du Yun acted like a coward, but in his bones he was full of righteous flesh and blood. This was the first time in these years that he was frightened to such an extent.

Grabbing land with his head, disrupting the court, questioning the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, not even afraid of death, what is the former champion Lang Du Yun afraid of in a Confucian shirt?

"What's written on it?" Sun Xiao asked.

Du Yun sat down on the chair in a daze, and the imperial decree slipped from his hand, "Let's go to Tongshui Peak, looking for the disappeared envoys and..."