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

The first page of Yunfeng's Chronicle——

The favorite book, given to the favorite Taifu.

I wish to have a longer relationship with Master.

Yan Wan preface.

The small script is neatly written on the blank pages, and the beautiful handwriting can be seen from the character, but the ink on the last stroke of each word is thicker.

He could see from these words that the young man with red lips and white teeth was crouching in front of the desk, with a blush on his cheeks, holding on to a slender brush, tilting his head thinking about how to write it.

There was the brightest sparkle in his eyes, and shy and expectant thoughts sneaked out of them.

The slightly raised corners of the mouth are like a swing in spring, light and flying.

The boy wrote it down word by word like this, pausing every time he wrote a word, feeling shy and shrinking, and only after a moment mustered up the courage to write another word.

When he finished writing what he wanted to say, he threw away the brush, covered his face with an angry and stupid smile, and then carefully put it into the box where he intended to collect calligraphy and paintings.

—to him.

He flipped back and marked every page inside. Although the beautiful scenery and delicious food in the text were not in front of him, the descriptions were mouth-watering. He circled them carefully with a Chinese ink pen and made annotations.

want to eat.

I really want to eat.

want to go.

I really want to go.

But almost every comment is followed by three words——

and Tai Fu.

He wants to eat with him.

He wants to go with him.

The young man's love is hot and subtle, I hope he can notice it, I hope he can see it.

When it came to the last Yujing Xiaozhi, he found that the annotations were different.

Yujing Xiaozhi: From the junction of Yushui and Tianjing, there is a fairy mountain named Mengfu Mountain. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and smoke, unpredictable and full of rare and delicious flavors...

Snack one under the mountain, yam green group.

According to Yan Wan's comments, it is not tasty and has a strong strange smell.

The second snack at the foot of the mountain is corn cake.

The comment made by Yan Wan is sweet and delicious, I can recommend the master.

……

Song Yi's fingertips tightened before he knew it, and there were thin wrinkles on the already yellowed and old pages.

Yushui, his hometown!

How could Yan Wan have been there before? That poor and remote place is thousands of miles away from the capital!

Suddenly, he didn't dare to continue thinking.

Back then on Mengfu Mountain, a poor and poor herb picker lost his way in the mountain and was stricken by snake venom. He thought he would die quietly, but he met a stunning woman who came to his rescue and helped him suck out the snake venom.

It was raining on the mountain, and the whole mountain was covered by a curtain of rain. They built a fire together to keep warm, ate wild fruits, and lived together for three days and three nights before her guards finally found her.

When she left, she gave him a bag of silver ladles, and said to him: "Everything is low-grade, only studies are high-quality, take care of the old mother, and go to Beijing to take the exam."

This sentence gave him support in countless cold and windy nights.

He is not stupid, just by her clothes, accessories, words and deeds, it can be seen that she comes from a prominent background, either rich or noble; while he is poor, and there is a sick old mother who needs to be served at home, but he still wants to see her again——

Exhausting this life, one side is fine.

So he went to the mountains to collect herbs while working for others, no wages, just books, like crazy, the foremen can dismiss him when they see one or two, and they especially like to use him, after all, everyone has two books in the family. Flipping through it casually, he used it to pad the corner of the table, and he was the only one who found a treasure.

During the day, he sneaked a few pages in his busy schedule, and at night, he put on his coat and went to the corner of other people's walls to borrow light, and just read one after another, one after another.

The most touching thing is that he got to know a private school teacher, an old scholar who had resigned from his post in Kyoto. He pitied him for his eagerness to study, borrowed all his books, and taught him how to write essays.

Later, the old mother died of illness, and his heart was so cold. He calmly took care of her funeral and traveled thousands of miles to Kyoto alone.

He wants to meet her.

Give her back her silver locket.

Mostly God sees, the Shangyuan Lantern Festival is busy on the long street, and he saw her again, like a fish in the long night, bright and lively, injecting a bit of warmth into his dead heart, even though she is accompanied by a beloved man, he Also very happy.

He inquired with others and asked for confirmation several times, for fear of being mistaken, he found out that she was the daughter of the censor, pampered and honored, a proud daughter of heaven, and even the son of a loyal marquis in the past would not be able to match her as a match.

Her surname is Yan, and her name is Yan Huai Zhi.

The spring exam is just around the corner, and there is very little land in the capital, so he can’t afford to live in the worst room in the inn, so he sleeps in a stable. On the day the exam is announced, he stops in front of the bulletin board and finds that his name is not on it. Later, he finds out that the invigilator has accepted bribes He exchanged his test paper to someone else, and the article praised by the emperor and minister should have belonged to him.

His official career was dark and his career was not successful, so he couldn't stand upright in front of her with his back straight, and he couldn't return the bag of silver coins.

The day before returning to his hometown, he picked a bouquet of flowers and placed them at the gate of the Yan Mansion. Unexpectedly, before he even left the capital, he heard that the Yan Mansion held a funeral.

Yan Huaizhi, the young lady of the Yan family... is gone.

The Yan Mansion organized a funeral as quickly as possible, and buried her in a mess. He followed the coffin bearers and heard them say: "Oh, it's so pitiful. A daughter is not more delicate than a man. Now everyone in the Yan Mansion is celebrating. To greet the young master who returned from studying art in Wutai Mountain, who still remembers that there was a young lady in my family who lost her life at a young age."

"Miss Yan's appearance is completely ruined. Maybe it was because there was no one to serve her bed when it was cold, and she accidentally planted it in a charcoal basin. No wonder the number of descendants in the Yan family is rare. It's all karma."

"I heard that Miss Yan had a hard time when she was alive. The Yan family had no males, so they picked up the son of Marquis Zhongyi as their own son. The food and clothing costs were higher than that of Miss Yan. It is normal for no one to take care of her. "

……

How dare they!

He was sad and angry, and thought over and over again, if he had power and power, he could pick her up from the mansion on the first day of entering Beijing and take good care of her, how could she end up like this, if he had power and power , he can go to Yan's house right now and ask for justice for her.

After one night, the world lost a herb picker who was indifferent to fame and fortune, and there was an ambitious Song Zihuai.

Hearing that Princess Langhuan likes beautiful women, he sent her to her door to recommend herself as a pillow mat, willing to trample on her dignity in exchange for a chance to ascend to heaven in one step.

It's a pity that Princess Langhuan is not as romantic as in the legend, she saw through his mind with one word, and refused his service. She admired his talent and infatuation, and recommended him to Tai Academy, and then he saw him in Tai Academy. That young man who was nine points like his sweetheart was full of vigor and flair... He smiled.

Everyone knows that he is the lifeblood of the Yan family, protecting him like an eyeball, and he wants to dig out this eyeball with his own hands.

The medicine picker is pure and kind, but Song Zihuai has never been a good person.

Getting along day and night, sweet and gentle, is just a long-planned revenge.

The young man quickly fell in love, but he calculated how to destroy him step by step, and let the Yan family see what kind of useless son their daughter they dismissed in exchange for. He originally wanted to marry him, but Treating him coldly, torturing him, leaving him in a vortex of pain all his life, but underestimating his desire for warmth.

He staggered forward in the bitter winter snow, wearing ragged clothes, and his hands were full of frostbite, but someone didn't think he was ugly and ugly, and put those hands to his lips to warm him up. The moment the boy inadvertently raised his eyes and smiled, the night There seemed to be countless fireflies in the sky.

He softened.

Rejected marriage.

Get out of here.

He knelt in front of Yan Huaizhi's tomb and begged for her forgiveness. This was the only person he had failed in his life, the one thing he had done wrong.

……

Song Yi slowly closed her eyes, and put "Yunfeng Benji" back.

It's a coincidence.

definitely is.

There is absolutely no reason for Yan Wan to read the Yan family's book alone, and besides, it is not a rare book, you can buy it anywhere.

Song Yi strode out of the warehouse and asked the steward to lock the warehouse, and don't open it again if it is not necessary.

……

Yan Wan got the colored thread and learned embroidery from Hua Ying.

The oriole painting is exquisitely crafted, and the orchid grass on the handkerchief looks like real ones.

She asked, "My lord, what would you like to embroider on the sachet?"

Yan Wan had thought about this question a long time ago, and answered simply: "Embroider a few auspicious clouds, Yun Sheng is a man, it would be better if it was simpler."

Huaying taught him to embroider stitch by stitch, and after a while, several pinholes appeared on Yan Wan's fingers.

"Oh, you are so stupid, you should do this, and do this again."

"Good sister, don't make fun of me anymore."

……

When the two of them were intensely studying, suddenly a maidservant came to report: "My lord, my uncle is here."

Yan Wan was overjoyed immediately, stood up, and said anxiously: "Yun Sheng is here, where is he?"

The maid said, "Young master is waiting outside."

Yan Wan hurriedly strode out, forgetting the custom that couples cannot meet before marriage, but Qi Yunsheng did not forget, and refused to enter the mansion, only willing to talk to him through a wall.

Yan Wan is on this side of the wall, and Qi Yunsheng is on the other side of the wall.

The two hadn't seen each other for many days, and the atmosphere was very warm. Qi Yunsheng missed Yan Wan so much that he expressed his love for Yan Wan, but he didn't know where Yan Wan was. , looked away, and pursed her thin lips tightly.

The spring breeze blew across the willow tree, the graceful branches swayed slowly, and the swallow's arm was like a light on its back, as if it felt something, it slowly turned its head.

He called out "brother" and asked, "do you want to go out, brother?"

Ji Fengxuan only glanced at him, then walked out of the mansion indifferently.

When he saw Qi Yunsheng outside the mansion, he didn't want to pay attention to him, but Qi Yunsheng respected him as Yan Wan's elder brother and bowed to him.

"Brother, go slowly."

Taking a casual glance from the corner of the eye, the movement of getting into the carriage stopped immediately, and her eyes touched the belt around his waist. Baoying, who helped him into the carriage, asked doubtfully, "What's the matter, sir?"

Then, he watched Ji Fengxuan walk towards Qi Yunsheng step by step, and finally stopped in front of Qi Yunsheng.

Qi Yunsheng was also a little surprised, and asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, Ji Fengxuan's saber came out of its sheath clangingly, and the bright sword light brushed past his eyes.

The breath of death rushed towards his face, fear appeared in Qi Yunsheng's eyes, he even forgot to dodge, and then his clothes loosened, his incomparably precious belt fell to the ground, and the incomparably dazzling and round pearl was split in two and rolled onto the ground. In the dirt.

The author has something to say: Thank you Jiy, the gift of the forest, traveling south, the little cute nutrient solution~

There is a red envelope for the message in this chapter, I love you~