The witch doctor's character can't be broken

Meng Longtan and Zhu Zikuo met on the way to Beijing. They got along very well when they talked about poetry and Taoism, and they became friends with each other.

Scholars don't like to listen to the words of strange powers and gods, and this is in a Buddhist temple, Meng Longtan frowned and said: "Xu Shi has gone elsewhere, I will look for him."

Meng Sheng went to the backyard, leaving Chen Qiwen anxiously looking at the doctor for a while.

The young man looked deserted, but he felt very kind, "When did you arrive in the capital, sir, do you have a place to stay?"

The doctor's broken eyes fell on the wall, and he responded lightly.

Chen Qiwen didn't want to disturb him any more, and he didn't dare to look at the wall any more, so he went to the door frame and waved for the guards of Prince Xuan's residence.

Han San approached slightly: "Chen Xiucai."

Chen Qiwen glanced at the sky, saw that it was going to be dusk outside, and said in a low voice: "There is something strange in this temple, please hurry up and report to the prince. I suspect it has something to do with the prince's captivity last time."

Han San's heart trembled, he took a deep look at him with the knife in his hand, turned around and ran towards the city.

The doctor did not know when he was standing next to him, and said with a smile: "You have a heart for that prince."

"It's all about reciprocating. He is willing to take me in and protect me in every possible way." Chen Qiwen shook his head while speaking, "Although there are some exploits here."

"Use?" Yi Duandu was very interested.

Chen Qiwen blushed, and the three-point indifference learned from him has disappeared: "King Xuan has a different status, and his relationship with the palace is also complicated. He is unwilling to be given a marriage, and wants to play with me..."

Among the literati families in this dynasty, most of them have the habit of cutting off their sleeves and dividing their peaches, and they think it is an elegant thing.It's just that King Xuan is the only son of the mother-in-law, and he is very likely to be appointed as the heir apparent by the current son. If he is confused and refuses to marry a wife and have children, it will become a major event that shakes the foundation of the country.

Chen Qiwen sighed inwardly, seeing the doctor's dizzy eyes, he hurriedly said: "Don't worry, sir, I have nothing to King Xuan... I, I have nothing to Mr. Xian..."

He bit his tongue impatiently and covered his face in pain.

The doctor continued to think about his origin, but he didn't think much of his strange little mind, but he felt a little pity for King Xuan, who was hidden in the abyss.

Chen Qiwen spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looking up at his silhouette under the sunset glow, he felt that his skin was like Hetian white jade seeds, shining orange light of the setting sun.

His eyes swept over the doctor's broken eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose one by one, and suddenly he slapped his legs.

"King Xuan is coming tomorrow, sir, do you want to avoid it?"

The doctor's eyes froze, and Chen Qiwen cried out secretly, but it happened that Meng Sheng came in from outside.

"I've searched all over the temple, but I can't find Zikuo. Just now, Master Huijing also disappeared!"

Seeing the setting sun, Meng Longtan became a little scared. Suspecting that he had encountered some kind of ghost, he hurried to the main hall to discuss with Chen Sheng.

Chen Qiwen is a scholar, if it wasn't for the doctor who continued to pull him, he would also be sucked in by the wall, and he didn't know where his body was, what could he do.

He stabilized Meng Sheng first, and asked the doctor carefully, "Do you have an idea, sir? Is Zhu Sheng dead or alive now?"

The doctor took out a handful of lemongrass from the straw basket, threw it into the arms of Chen Qiwen and Meng Longtan, and pointed both fingers at the east wall.

"See for yourself."

The scent of lemongrass was different from the flowers and plants nearby. Chen Qiwen held it tightly in his hand and looked towards the wall.

In the painting, there are many mountains and mountains, misty clouds, and in the misty haze, there are faintly towering pavilions, towers and pavilions, and the goddesses in lotus clothes shuttle among them, all picking flowers in baskets, with beautiful faces and beautiful faces.

Meng Longtan looked carefully, and suddenly said "ah".

In the overlapping halls and pavilions, there was a benevolent old monk preaching the Dharma, whose appearance was vaguely that of Master Huijing.

The monks listening to the lecture surrounded the old monks. Among the shiny bald heads, there was a shiny black head wearing a square scarf, which was particularly eye-catching.

"The clothes seem to be Zhu Sheng." Chen Qiwen narrowed his eyes.

The appearance and behavior of the sackclothed scholar were all lifelike, and a trance look could be clearly seen on his face, as if wondering why he was here.

A girl with drooping hair pushed aside the crowd, tugged at the skirt of the scholar, and smiled sweetly.

"This..." Meng Longtan opened his eyes wide, "Isn't this the one who was in the middle of the Scattering Flower Goddess before, why did he get here?"

The girl seemed to have said something to the scholar, and the two left the crowd hand in hand, and walked towards a secluded house.

Meng has lived for more than [-] years, and this is the first time he sees the people in the painting walking, talking and laughing.Although he couldn't hear the sound, he could vaguely guess it from the opening and closing of his lips and teeth.

"There are monsters in this temple, how shall we rescue Zikuo!"

Zhu Zikuo seemed to be in a dream, unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, he followed the beautiful girl into the room in a daze, oblivious to Meng Sheng's worries.

He only remembered standing by the wall admiring the murals, especially the girl in the goose yellow skirt among the goddesses. He thought she was cute with bright eyes and white teeth, and he couldn't help yearning for her.

Unexpectedly, the girl seemed to have understood human nature, sensed his yearning, and smiled at him.

Zhu Sheng came back to his senses again, and he was in this misty fairyland.

The two walked through the zigzag bamboo fence, and a hut inside was extraordinarily delicate and elegant, with brocade curtains hanging down and swaying in the wind, making him feel swayed.

The little hand in his palm was as soft as boneless, with smooth skin, Zhu Sheng couldn't hold back, he hugged the girl's slender waist and pushed her against the wall.

The fragrance of the virgin was intoxicating, and Zhu Sheng gasped heavily, shaking his hands and feet and asking her, "What's your name?"

It was the first time for a girl to be so close to a man, smelling the masculine scent on his body, her beautiful face flushed with blood.She bit her plump pink lips lightly, her crow-blue eyelashes kept shaking, "I... My name is Xiaohuan."

Zhu Sheng buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath of the fragrance of that beautiful hair.

"Huan, Bi Ye. Is Xiao Huan really flawless?"

Listening to his teasing words, Xiaohuan became distracted for a moment.Seeing Zhu Sheng's gentle words and affectionate style, she was willing to make a marriage with him, so she hesitated, followed him to take off the skirt, and let him check whether the white jade was flawless.

At the beginning of the cloud and rain, Xiaohuan put on her clothes again and looked at Zhu Zikuo tenderly.

"Zhu Lang, I should go."

Zhu Sheng held her hand, saw that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but she was so beautiful and so rare in the world, he said reluctantly: "You and I are so weak in marriage, will we be separated overnight?"

Xiaohuan felt sad, and Yiyi stroked Zhu Sheng's face, "I don't want to part with you either, it's just..."

"Xiaohuan, don't go!"

Zhu Sheng hugged her tightly and refused to let her go out.

Xiaohuan gritted her teeth, turned around and glanced at the door, and kissed Zhu Sheng on the cheek: "Good Zhu Lang, you hide in the room and don't make a sound, I need to go out, stay at night... I will come to see you at night."

Only then did Zhu Sheng let go, and watched Xiaohuan tiptoe out, suppressing the cough in his throat and not daring to make a sound.

He huddled on the couch, eager to see through the hanging curtain, secretly reminiscing about the romantic affair just now, his heart was agitated and hard to calm down.

Such a blessing, never thought that it would be Zhu Zikuo's turn.

Sure enough, Xiaohuan came at night, and the two of them were still in love with each other until dawn.

Xiaohuan is young, and she still doesn't know how to hide the joy and charm on her face.When she returned to the group of sisters, the corners of her red eyes were full of femininity, and everyone was a veteran in the field of romance, so they could tell at a glance that she was broken.

The longest woman was named Yuelan, she signaled to the sisters not to tell the truth, and continued to joke and joke with Xiaohuan, seeing her tired face, secretly angry at that disciple.

"Huan'er, go take a rest when you're tired, and rehearse in the afternoon."

Xiaohuan didn't doubt that he was there, she was really exhausted, so she went back to her room to rest in a muffled voice.

Yuelan waited for her to walk away, gently shaking the small gauze fan, and smiled very coldly: "We have resigned to our fate after falling into prostitution, and it is so easy to keep a small ring, who knows that she was deceived at a young age!"

"Sister, let's take that apprentice out and divide him into pieces!"

Yue Lan pressed her forehead, "Looking at that girl's appearance, I'm afraid she was in love and she did it voluntarily."

"How old is she, she knows what is unfeeling!"

"Xiaohuan hasn't had much experience in the world, so it's not uncommon for her to be tricked by that rascal."

Seeing people's voices gradually rising, Yue Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "Shut up. If you invite the God of Golden Armor, we will all die!"

Everyone showed fear, shrunk their shoulders and stopped talking.

Yuelan sighed quietly, and said thoughtfully: "The master will entertain guests at the big banquet in the future, and we all have to go up and perform. We must find out the person before the banquet. It doesn't matter if he kills or releases him, and the master must not know about it. Otherwise, Xiaohuan's life will be gone."

This child was raised by them alone, and because they are filthy and weather-beaten, they especially hope that Xiaohuan will be clean and innocent.

Xiaohuan is like their daughter, but also the sustenance and hope of all of them.

She cannot be left to be destroyed.

Everyone made up their minds and just waited for the dark.

At night, groups of nine-foot-tall golden-armored gods patrolled past.Xiaohuan huddled among the flowers and bushes, waited for them to pass by holding her breath, and sneaked towards the hut.

Zhu Sheng waited anxiously, filled his stomach with the cakes brought by Xiaohuan, and then hugged his knees and waited for the beautiful woman to come to Wushan together.

The door squeaked, and a slender black figure flashed into the room, it was the pretty little ring.

She raised her hand to take off the cloak, and giggled at Zhu Sheng: "But I'm waiting impatiently, are you afraid of being alone?"

Zhu Sheng sighed softly: "I don't know what kind of fairy cave this is, but you are always so mysterious that I am afraid."

Xiaohuan's face darkened when she thought of the flesh and blood of her sisters.

"Zhu Lang, you...would you dislike me?"

She was brought up by her sisters alone, and it was even more dependent on them to take care of her innocence.Now that she rashly handed over her body to Zhu Lang, although she didn't regret it, she felt very sorry for them.

The master will not let her and Zhu Lang live together.

Zhu Zikuo didn't know why she asked such a question, seeing Xiaohuan weeping sadly, he hurriedly put his arms around her to comfort her.

Xiaohuan has a clean body, he is a poor scholar, he can be entrusted by such a stunning beauty, what is there not to dislike?Seeing her pear blossoms with rain, Zhu Sheng was so pitiful that he kept making vows of eternal love.

Yuelan pushed the door, and stood in the courtyard with all kinds of amorous feelings: "I'm afraid I have a baby in my belly, why do you still cry like a little girl?"