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

Song Yijue's beautiful face was shrouded in the moonlight, and he looked a little lonely. He stopped suddenly when he walked halfway, and stood there like this, his breath was depressed, and the shadow cast on the ground looked a little pitiful.

Yan Wan called out in surprise, "Teacher?"

Then I heard him say: "Only standing here can I have the courage to say these words to you, Yan Wan..."

His soft words were blurred by the evening wind, "I always thought that if I had climbed to a high position and became the Taifu, if Yan Huaizhi was still there, I would be able to appear in front of her dignifiedly and tell her, Thank you for saving me on Mengfu Mountain, I am grateful to this day; but now I understand that I have no courage at all, no matter how beautiful I am, how powerful I am, I have inferiority deep in my bones, I am afraid that she will see me Here is still the poor and down-to-earth herb picker on Mengfu Mountain, I'm afraid she won't remember me and let my persistence turn into self-pity."

"I am so timid, stupid and cowardly, afraid to fight for fear of losing."

"but I……"

"I want to chase you like a moth in the tens of millions of days and months to come, and never stop vibrating until the embers of life are reached."

"Yan Wan, would you like to be my firefly?"

Moths fly to the flames until they die.

Yan Wan asked himself that he couldn't bear such strong feelings. When he liked Song Yi the most, he just thought that it would be great if he could marry him, and he didn't look forward to such a distant future.

So, he could only say: "Teacher, please don't do this."

He is engaged.

And how could he recite the teacher's morality.

Song Yi took a step forward, his eyes became more sad and painful, the snow as bright as Tianshan was just a puddle of mud at the moment, he moved his thin lips, every word was extremely suppressed: "Yan Wan, I can be a human being for you The people below."

Whether it's sympathy or pity, if he still wants to look at him, he no longer desires power and power, and is willing to be the herb picker who has suffered so much and humbled himself.

High winds and bright festivals, Jiyue Qingfeng, can be discarded.

Yan Wan was stunned, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but hoarse: "It's really unnecessary."

Even if the identity returns to the original position, everything will not return to the original position. Song Taifu is a very nice name. There is no need to kneel on the ground and use it as a stool for others to carry goods for a meager wage.

He likes a person, regardless of his background, regardless of his high or low, even if he is as ordinary as a loach in the field, he still likes him very much.

"Yan Wan!"

"It's very late, and I'm very tired too, teacher, you should go to bed earlier." Without giving Song Yi a chance to say anything else, Yan Wan turned and stepped into the mansion.

His figure disappeared into the darkness in an instant, resolutely and sharply, without any hesitation.

Song Yi clenched his fists tightly, and a fishy sweetness sprang up in his throat, but he forced himself to suppress it.

Yan Wan went back to his room, exhausted physically and mentally, Huaying and Fushun had both fallen asleep, and he didn't bother to wake them up, so he gently closed the door and entered the bedroom.

Fang took off his boots and was hugged around the waist.

Yan Wan already knew that the "quad of ex-marriages" was indispensable, so he said helplessly: "Your Highness, please let me go today, I really don't have the energy to deal with you."

Ning Chen put his arms around his waist behind him, rested his chin on his shoulder, squinted his eyes and smiled, and said lazily: "It turns out that you have been perfunctory me all this time."

Otherwise, how can we use the word "Zhou Xuan".

Yan Wan didn't deny it, and took off the other shoe and socks, not afraid of disturbing Ning Chen at all.

Although he didn't sweat his feet, he still smelled a little after walking for so long.

Ning Chen straightened his body, picked up his feet, rubbed them for him, and said, "I won't trouble you, I'll leave in a while."

Yan Wan let out a sigh of relief, no longer maintaining the etiquette of monarchs and ministers, nor did he have the strength to maintain it, and let him serve.

The two sides were silent, and Ning Chen suddenly found that Yan Wan really enjoyed it, as if she was used to being pinched by him, she couldn't help laughing, and leaned over to kiss him.

Yan Wan blocked his face and glared: "Tell me not to trouble me."

Ning Chen chuckled lightly: "Don't bother you, let me kiss you, as a reward for pinching your feet."

Yan Wan immediately retracted her foot and said, "Don't pinch it anymore."

But Ning Chen threw herself on the bed and kissed her.

He supported his back with one hand, leaned on the bed with the other, leaned his body, and looked at him with peach-like eyes, full of smiles and affection.

Yan Wan looked at him calmly, as if the kiss was nothing but a dog's bite, Ning Chen stroked the water stains on his lips, and slowly said: "If you don't want to be a concubine, you can't be, after all, I am yours. You are destined to be mine, and if you still reject me at that time, I will take you captive on the bed, draw the ground as a prison, and make you my prisoner."

Yan Wan said indifferently: "Then perhaps fate is destined to be wrong."

Ning Chen exerted some strength, and his crimson lips immediately turned red: "Then I'll let you go."

- Strange.

Destiny is controllable.

There is no fate that Yan Wan does not belong to him, as long as Yan Wan lives in this world, it is his.

Yan Wan understood, and gave him a push: "I kissed you too, Your Highness, go back."

Ning Chen let go of him, stood up leisurely, and walked away as he said.

On the second day, the Yan Mansion received four big gifts from the Imperial Palace, the Marquis of Zhongyi Mansion, the Lan Zhuangyuan Mansion and the Taifu Mansion.

A father-in-law, a steward, and two groups of servants met in the main hall. Behind them were heavy gifts like dowry gifts. There were all kinds of jade, calligraphy, painting, agate and pearls. .

While waiting, Baoying glanced at her father-in-law, the steward, and the servant of the Lan Mansion, imitating Ji Fengxuan's usual indifferent manner, and said: "Young master must only accept gifts from my son. Is there any reason why you gave this gift so well? You should go back."

This sound immediately made the servant of the Lan Mansion dissatisfied: "Mr. Yan and my son's childhood sweethearts not only sent lanterns to my son yesterday, but also went on a night tour on the Qixi Festival. Why is there no reason? I think you are loyal and loyal. It's the new year, and it's not a festival, so it's really bad intentions to give so many gifts in such a good way."

Baoying never thought that the young servant of the Lan Mansion would be so sharp-tongued, so she said "hey" and said, "Young master and your son's childhood sweethearts are nothing, but he has a deep affection for my son, like brothers and sisters. He raised my son as a little son and husband, and my son also went for a night tour on the Qixi Festival yesterday!"

"Your son stepped in halfway!"

"Hey! Your son is the one who got involved!"

The two were arguing, and for a moment the thunder struck the ground, and the housekeeper of Yan's mansion watched carefully, not daring to interrupt, only thinking about when Mother Yan would come, but then he heard a serious reprimand from the steward of Song's mansion :

"Shut up, what's the point of being so noisy."

As expected of a servant in the Song Mansion, he is measured in what he says and does.

The steward of the Yan Mansion thought so, but unexpectedly, with this opening, the flames of war spread to the steward of the Song Mansion.

Baoying said contemptuously: "The people from the Song Mansion are the ones who shouldn't be here. You obviously refused to get married, and you still go to join our young master. There is no place to squeeze in during the Qixi Festival night tour. It's just superfluous." .”

The manager didn't want this old face anymore, and argued with a blushing face: "So what if you divorced, my lord and Mr. Yan were in love, but separated because of some misunderstandings. If one day Mr. Yan and Mr. Qi divorced, they would most likely be together Mr. Yan is the one who has achieved a happy marriage!"

The immobile father-in-law suddenly couldn't sit still when he heard the words, he flicked the whisk, and said slowly: "Song Guanshi, what you said is wrong, if Mr. Yan and Mr. Qi's second son fail to get married, Mr. Yan's first choice Be my Highness!"

Lan Pei was impeached by Ning Chen, and the Lan Mansion recently had an enmity with the Third Prince. Hearing this, the servant of the Lan Mansion retorted unceremoniously: "This is even more wrong, although the Third Prince has a noble status , but the future is destined to have three thousand beauties in the harem, unlike my son who has only loved one person for many years from beginning to end, if Mr. Yan chooses my son, he will be happy and happy for a lifetime."

The father-in-law laughed and said: "Lord Lan is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among people, but his status is too low. He is only a member of the Imperial Academy, not even the second son of Qi. People want to go to high places, so they are completely unworthy. "

The servant of the Lan Mansion laughed angrily. He was originally a servant. The servants in the palace are indeed higher than those in ordinary officials’ homes. He has to be respectful when he speaks, but he can’t stand it anymore. Listen! What did he say, what is it called completely unworthy!

"My son is favored by His Majesty, and he will be promoted sooner or later, but your Highness, no matter how noble he is, he can't let a man flourish. My son doesn't care about heirs."

This said, as if there was something special, Baoying said disdainfully: "My son doesn't care about heirs, and my son has a high status, knows martial arts, and can protect the little son. If your son encounters gangsters, I am afraid that he will escape better than the younger one." Hurry up, son."

The young boy from the Lan family choked, and then replied: "But your son is ugly."

It is popular in Kyoto to be handsome and elegant. Ji Fengxuan is tall and thick. How can he match the delicate Yan Wan? If he is on the bed, his burly body will crush him.

Baoying was so angry that she ground her teeth: "Your son is ugly!"

This discussion made the manager of the Song Mansion very happy. If you want to say handsome, his family is the most beautiful. The reputation of being the most beautiful in Kyoto is not for nothing.

"In my opinion, my lord is the best match for Mr. Yan." The steward analyzed without haste, "My lord is handsome. Although he comes from a poor family, he is a genius. My lord and Mr. Yan are teachers and students. , I have also been a lover, this kind of friendship is far beyond human reach, even if you don't know martial arts, you will protect Mr. Yan with your life if you encounter danger, not to mention that my lord is very smart, he will never be surprised when things happen, and he will definitely turn danger into safety. Perfect."

Baoying has never seen such a brazen person, a heartless scum can still be blown out of flowers, saying that the friendship is deep, it is all unilaterally paid by Yan Wan. In the past, Yan Wan was dissatisfied with Ji Fengxuan because the Yan family treated Ji Fengxuan poorly. Now I only feel aggrieved by Yan Wan being let down, and immediately said: "Hey, guarding himself and stealing, his conduct is not right, if your lord hadn't deliberately lured him, how could my little son be addicted to it, your lord is just a wicked evildoer!"

Wearing white clothes every day is proof!

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