After the rebirth, I became a Buddha, but the scumbags started to panic

She didn't return all night, Huaying thought that Yan Wan had rested in the palace, but she didn't expect to come back with Ji Fengxuan, as soon as her eyes touched Ji Fengxuan, her expression changed, and she hurried forward to block Yan Wan behind.

"My lord, why are you here?"

Her tone was clearly unwelcoming.

Yan Wan helplessly shouted restraintly behind her: "Huaying!"

Ji Fengxuan said without changing his face: "It's okay, go wash up, I'm leaving now."

"Okay, brother, go slowly."

Yan Wan also turned around and entered the wing room.

……

When the carriage drove to the palace, something happened.

Someone galloped a horse in the street, rampaging, almost trampled a girl to death, her mother burst into tears, and the people gathered around her.

Yan Wan's carriage was also affected, the steed neighed and raised its front hooves, awakening Yan Wan in the carriage with eyes closed and resting.

The man who rode the horse was an arrogant and unrestrained young man in blue, holding a whip, looking impatiently at the girl's mother, and said to the chasing boy, "Give me some money."

A large piece of the girl's forehead was cut, blood was gurgling, Yan Wan opened the curtain and asked, "Whose family is this?"

He is familiar with so many high-ranking officials' children in Kyoto, and this one is very familiar.

The coachman had a sharp eye, and he heard the words and replied: "It's the son of the Lan family who returned to the capital with Master Lan. His family is eight, and he returned to the city first yesterday. His elder brother, Master Lan, is still on his way back to Beijing in his carriage."

Yan Wan instantly understood.

In the past, his father told him that there were often some poor families who were lucky enough to catch up with their luck and made a fortune overnight, and then they drifted away. They liked to look at people with dogs. Pei's younger brother is just like those poor families.

The Lan family has been suppressed for so long, and now that His Majesty has finally paid tribute to all the hardships, it can be regarded as elated. The eldest son of the Lan family couldn't help but rush to Beijing to show off his prestige, isn't he just drifting away.

Otherwise, the long street in the capital is so strictly controlled that even the prince would not dare to ride a horse in the street, so how could he have the guts.

Yan Wan sat and observed the situation, the boy from the Lan family threw money on the girl's mother, the old man from the Lan family said "unlucky", and rode away again.

Yan Wan sighed, and ordered: "I'll wait here, you send the poor mother and child to a nearby hospital."

The girl was bleeding all over her face, she didn't cry, she seemed to be dumbfounded, the girl's mother knelt on the ground at a loss, and no one around dared to help, for fear that the eldest son of the Lan family would turn around again.

The coachman had to put down the whip, picked up the silver on the ground, and sent the mother and daughter to the hospital not far away. Yan Wan closed his eyes and took a nap again. After a while, the carriage started to move again, and the coachman cursed outside: "Master Lan Hachi is really hateful, that girl almost became a fool."

Yan Wan didn't open his eyes, and replied casually: "Don't worry, Mr. Lan Ba ​​and his elder brother will suffer."

Dare to make trouble before returning to Beijing, Father Yan has no tolerance for sand, and reckons that he will write an impeachment memorial in the afternoon.

After entering Tai Academy, Yan Wan knew that Qi Yunsheng had not come because of his leave.

Probably because Qi Yunsheng didn't come, and Princess Shuyan didn't bother to come, she simply called her sick and slipped away for a while.

Yan Wan looked at Qi Yunsheng's empty seat, worried about Qi Yunsheng, and suddenly heard a voice in his ear: "Brother Wan."

Yan Wan raised his eyes, and Ning Chen, who had figured out the proportions of his body and the distance between his five sense organs, came into his eyes with a smile.

"Your Highness."

Yan Wan got up quickly, with a respectful expression.

Ning Chen looked at the bruises on his eyelids and his haggard face after not sleeping all night, and frowned slightly: "Did you not rest after returning home last night?"

Yan Wan said: "Slept, not asleep."

"Blame me." Ning Chen sighed softly, "I knew I shouldn't have stayed so late. At noon, you go to my Changchun Palace to rest for a while, and I will light some incense to help you sleep."

"You forgot Your Highness?" Yan Wan politely refused him, "I have a courtyard in the academy where I can be alone, so I don't want to bother Your Highness."

"Then I'll order someone to send you the soothing incense."

This time Yan Wan did not refuse again.

Not long after, Song Yi walked into the classroom, still with the jade face of a banished fairy, her complexion was cold, her light brown pupils were slightly covered by slender crow eyelashes, and she looked extremely unattainable.

For some reason, since he came in, Yan Wan felt a little hot on his body, but when he looked up to the podium, Song Yi didn't look at him... Maybe it was an illusion.

At the beginning of the class, it began to rain continuously outside the window, and the cool wind blew in through the bamboo forest, which could easily cause spring sleepiness.

Yan Wan stayed up all night, and Song Yi's voice was as sweet as playing fairy music, his eyelids were fighting, and his mind was dizzy.

"Yanliu."

He vaguely heard someone calling him.

Yan Wan woke up suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw that the whole classroom was staring at him gleefully, Ning Chen's face was dark, while Song Yi was slightly displeased.

Yan Wan lowered her head: "Teacher."

Song Yi said: "You come with me."

He strolled out of the classroom, followed closely by Yan Wan, and the classroom became lively for a while, all gloating.Yan Wan originally thought that Song Yi was going to lecture in the corridor, but he didn't want him to walk down the steps, and the rain that was not covered by the eaves fell like embroidery needles, soaking his clothes.

Song Yi actually took him to his courtyard, the room was still clean and tidy, but there were a few books piled up on the desk, which he probably read in his spare time, and there was also a freshly folded green willow in the vase on the window sill.

"teacher."

Yan Wan called out in confusion.

Song Yi said: "You write the review here, when will you finish writing and go back."

Yan Wan showed her face: "Yes, teacher."

Song Yi then left from the yard lightly.

Yan Wan was the only one left in the house, and Yan Wan didn't dare to touch Song Yi's things, so he just took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from a conspicuous place, and wrote a self-criticism.

Of course he knew that it was his fault to doze off in class, so he spoke sincerely and reflected on his mistakes from the bottom of his heart.

Just as he was writing, his eyelids suddenly started to twitch. It's really not his fault. It's because the smell in this room is so good, and there is still a small half of the warm incense in the exquisite copper stove that has not been burned.

Yan Wan struggled to finish writing the review, secretly thinking that it would be okay to go later, and fell asleep lying on the desk in a state of sleepiness.

It rained intermittently in spring, and it actually fell all morning.

The stone slab was wet, and some moss grew around it. Princes and grandchildren came out of the study room, talking and laughing, discussing where to eat for a while.

Ning Chen was waiting under the eaves, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a touch of white snow, and called out in an unhurried manner, "Master Tai Tuo."

Song Yi, who was about to walk down the steps leisurely, also stopped under the eaves: "Your Highness, do you have something to order?"

Ning Chen said with a smile, pointing out something: "I thought the Master Tai Tuo would not soften his heart, he would reprimand Wan Wan in public and slap him in the palm."

Song Yi sneered: "Since Your Highness knows that I have always been strict, I shouldn't have kept him so late yesterday."

As early as when Yan Wan's heart pleased him, he discovered Ning Chen's wolf ambition.

In the homework that Ning Chen handed in, he accidentally clipped a small piece of paper. On the paper, he wrote a poem, a love poem, full of thoughts about Yan Wan between the lines.

If he hadn't accidentally bumped into him one time while Yan Wan was asleep and secretly kissed Yan Wan, he wouldn't have known that the hot, straightforward and unsightly love poem was actually written for Yan Wan.

It's just that he didn't care about Yan Wan at that time, so he pretended not to know, but now——

"I advise Your Highness to change to a companion. Your Highness is His Majesty's favorite prince. He must not want to see His Highness accept a male concubine and have no offspring. Yan Liu is a hard-to-find good minister in the world, and he should not be confined to the back wall, just to be jealous. "

"Then please don't use the name of the teacher to leave him alone, my lord Tai Tuo. You have a thin skin, but you can't afford your lord Tai Tuo's second divorce."

For a while, the two were speechless.

The sound of the rain became louder, crackling and rustling on the leaves.

After a long while, Song Yi said indifferently: "I only have a teacher-student relationship with Yanliu, how should His Highness express his coveting thoughts that cannot be seen?"

Ning Chen's eyebrows and eyes are full of sarcasm: "If it's really a teacher-student relationship, please ask the Taifu to stay away from him, and don't be tempted again."

Song Yi frowned tightly.

The palace man had already held the umbrella and said, "Your Highness."

Ning Chen flicked his sleeves and strode into the rain.

……

When Yan Wan woke up, she found that she was not lying on the desk, but lying on the bed.

His shoes and socks were taken off, but there was no one in the room, only the sound of Lingling's piano came to his ears, it was a melancholy tune.

Yan Wan hurriedly got out of bed, put on her boots and went out, only to see Song Yi sitting under the eaves playing the piano, her slender fingers were like jade pillars, gently flicking, the sound of heaven.

Although he was playing the piano, he himself was somewhat absent-minded, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Until Yan Wan startled him: "Teacher."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Song Yi raised her eyes: "Did you sleep well?"

Yan Wan was a little ashamed, but she didn't show it on her face, she bowed and said, "Please punish me, teacher."

"I punished you for writing a self-criticism here. Now that you have finished writing, why do you have to punish me again?"

"Come here, hold the piano for me."

The body of the piano was wet, and the timbre was already inaccurate. Yan Wan just listened to it, but she didn't hear anything wrong.

He helped to support the piano platform, seeing Song Yi tightening the strings and correcting the sound of the piano, he just said: "Thank you teacher for your tolerance."

Song Yi said lightly: "Since you've had enough sleep, don't be distracted in the afternoon."

"Yes." Yan Wan took a step back, "Teacher, I'm going."

"Ah."

Yan Wan came out of Song Yi's courtyard only to realize that it was already noon, thinking about Qi Yunsheng, he went out of the palace to the Qi Mansion, wanted to meet Qi Yunsheng but was still refused outside the mansion.

I had no choice but to go home, had lunch and then was called over by Yan's father.

Yan Wan stepped into the study with a bad intuition, but seeing Father Yan put down the pen, looking at him, he said in a very calm tone: "The Qi family just sent someone to come to the door to divorce the engagement, this is what they sent."

Yan Wan saw that it was the sachet he gave to Qi Yunsheng.

His heart sank suddenly, Yan Wan asked, "Did Yun Sheng come here in person?"

"That's not true." This kind of thing happened once before, and Yan's father was able to deal with it calmly, he sighed, "Qi Er's child may be a good child, but since ancient times, the parents ordered the matchmaker's words when it comes to marriage, which cannot be tolerated." He makes his own decisions."

Yan Wan shook her head: "I don't want to call off the engagement."