White Feather Huaisha

———Hetian Jialan——

Calculating the distance, Khotan is not too far away. Wu Yi was probably worried about this, which caused him to not sleep well at night. The next day he continued to doze off while meditating, sitting on the front of the mule-drawn wooden cart, with his head straight. None of them came back.

The two grown-ups were not very energetic either. They met the messenger in the morning and sent the letter, and then they didn't speak a few words all day.

Wu Jue was sensitive by nature, and instinctively avoided this conflict. He simply didn't communicate with anyone all day long. It wasn't until the wind in the Western Regions became drier that the wind and sand directly stabbed a bloody gash on his finger. After bowing his head, he turned back imperceptibly.

——Su Yu and his "Brother Yiyi" were each holding a tasteless grass stalk in their mouths, lying on their backs on the scooter with their arms pillowed, in exactly the same posture, no one fell asleep, and no one paid attention to him.Those two people, one soft and the other sharp, usually have endless words, but at this moment they coincidentally, staring at the mighty twilight for thousands of miles.

Su Yu has a poor capacity for alcohol, but he often doesn't respond when he drinks it, and the strength of the alcohol is particularly long, and he often feels dizzy the next day.Last night, he drank half a bottle, and now he was a little confused. Like the big lazy cat Li Weiwei, he yawned with his fists together, then put down his hand, the back of his hand just rested on Xie Huai's wrist, and then he moved towards Xie Huai as if he was afraid of the cold. He rubbed his palms.

It was as if Xie Huai was a fire.

Xie Huai's body temperature was much higher than that of ordinary people, and Wu Wei discovered it yesterday.

Out of the corner of Wu Ju's gaze, he caught Xie Huai's face, and saw that he flipped his hand over and took out a wine jug, squeezed open the bottle, turned it upside down and shook it, only a drop of wine dripped out.

Yawning is contagious, so he simply put the wine bottle back and yawned too.Tiredness appeared on his face, and the surface of the profound facial features was quickly covered with a layer of awe.

Wu Jue looked away, and tapped his eyelids with his index finger.

The function of that finger is similar to that of the master's ruler, except that the latter is used to admonish people for introspection, while Wu Jue's fingers are used to create a self who can do whatever he wants.

Just like an actor in a play in a market, half of the gloom in Wu Jue's eyes disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the little emperor regained his fearless and innocent expression, as if the strange color a few breaths ago had never appeared at all.

He looked at the bright red sunset for a long time, and finally turned his head and shook them up one by one: "Western Region is here!"

Su Yu sat up all of a sudden, and Xie Huai also sat up straight slowly.

Over the shoulder of the little bald head, the Khotan Kingdom Gate is in sight, and the flowing clouds are like a city wall shaken by the strong wind, flowing silently, standing silently, casting thousands of shadows on the yellow sand thousands of miles away.

Of the 36 countries in the Western Regions, Khotan is the easternmost.This legendary country soaked in flowers, sweet wine and Buddhist scriptures, Yanyue is like branches, fallen leaves, and more like the autumn sound of Weidu, whirling and torn into the wheel.

Su Yu yawned again, and finally cheered up, "Should you go?"

Wu Yu was silent for a while, then jumped forward, trying to hang around his waist, "No, you have to send me in!"

Xie Huai has been sleeping well all day, and now he has quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly lifted him from Su Yu's waist, "Nonsense, where is his Jade Ghost?"

Wu Jue hugged Su Yu's calf instead, "That's right, the Jade Ghost hasn't returned it to you yet!"

Su Yu has been a thief for a long time. He drank wine last night and almost forgot about it. He was still thinking about asking Wu Yi, the Buddha, to get out of the car and wave goodbye. He immediately laughed twice, "Enter City into city."

Khotan is much more lively than Jiuhuiling, especially at night, when the streets are lined with fragrant flowers, the lights are dimmed, and the air is filled with the aroma of wine, music and Zen sounds.

Su Yu couldn't keep his eyes on the whole journey, he was stupid because of the alcohol, and he didn't close his mouth. He passed by the carriage covered with gem necklaces on the arms of the blond dancer and the monk in white, and it took him a long time to think of elbowing him. Xie Huai turned over the unhappiness manually, "Brother, why aren't you surprised?"

Xie Huai picked up the broken silver and threw it to the clerk at the posthouse, "I'm short on experience, brother, I haven't seen anything before."

Su Yu pulled the bald head and followed him upstairs, the mother-in-law said, "Have you been to Khotan?"

Xie Huaiwu'er was light-weight, with a sword behind his back and a sword in his hand, he said in a fairy-like manner, "Your worship is broken, my brother has never been anywhere."

...Why is he so sick!

Su Yu changed his clothes with a bang, patted his hot face with cold water for a long time, and finally ordered a bunch of snacks to put in Xie Huai's room, pointing with his hips crossed: "You know you are an emperor, right? Run around, I will go back as soon as I go, when I throw away the little bald head and bring the jade ghost back, we two go out to play."

Xie Huai was picky about eating from the snack plate, lazily drawing out his voice, "Ah."

The emperor had a big air, and Master Hou had a wink. He consciously took this as a promise, turned around and grabbed a handful of broken silver, clamped the little bald head, went out, bought a new dress to put on, hired a carriage, and brought the little emperor to the Mahayana Temple.

The green shade is thick outside the gate of the Buddhist temple, and the aroma of bodhi green leaves descends to the mortal world. The monks in white clothes walk around holding the scriptures, and the monks' shoes are worn on the stone floor, which makes the night here extraordinarily quiet.

He put Wu Jue on the ground, waved his hand and said, "Go."

Wu Wei said, "That's it?"

Su Yu rested his chin and said, "Your Majesty, it's not appropriate for me to give it away again. Besides," he pointed to his head, "you don't even have hair, how dare I confess to your grandfather in person?"

He immersed himself in the desire of the crowd for a year and a half, and naturally threw his conscience behind his ears.But the scenery of the desert is clean and spacious, and the matter of "making a fuss about Wu Jue" is extraordinarily dirty. Compared with "accumulating some virtue for Xie Huai", the petty profit of meeting the king is simply not worth it. Mention.

Wu Yi smiled and looked away.

There was a burst of chanting and human voices outside the Mahayana Temple. I don't know what is the custom of the Western Regions.

Su Yu lowered his head and sat on the shaft of the car, taking off his shoes, "Let's go, Your Majesty, we will meet again by fate."

Wu Wei got up slowly, and he was on par with Xie Huai's occasional wily and calculating demeanor. With a bald head that seemed to be enlightened, he looked very unpredictable. Apart from not being sad enough, he could even be said to be like the magic stick Xie Jiang .

The little emperor gathered the gold thread on the wide sleeves of his white clothes, looked away from the back of the carriage, and said softly: "Master Hou, it seems that it's still too early to say goodbye."