Patrol's sweetheart baby

Tang Xiaotang turned around suddenly.

Xie Jinbai was still wearing the blue monk's robe from the afternoon.

The difference is that this person's hair is no longer loosely loose, but tied with a silver lotus crown.

It seems that the lotus blooming beside the Huachi in the Tianshan Mountain of the Buddha seems to be untouched by the world, and it seems to have penetrated the Dharma and practiced Mahayana Buddhism, floating out of the world.

The kung fu of walking slowly like this is like a lotus growing on the soles of the feet, and it is about to step on the clouds and fly away at any time.

Too, people look like dogs!

Some people who have not yet fallen asleep saw that the monk's robe that Xie Xunyong was wearing was exactly the same as that worn by the prefect's young master.

The monk clothes are almost the same.

However, Xie Xunyan and the young master were neither disciples of Buddhism nor people who worshiped Buddha, but they were wearing monk clothes at the same time, so it was a bit intriguing.

Tang Xiaotang could feel the gazes cast on him, to be exact, more curious gazes cast on the two of them at the same time.

"You, you, what, how..."

Tang Xiaotang's problem of stuttering as soon as he saw Xie Jinbai happened again.

Xie Jin frowned slightly, and said "kindly" for him, "I want to ask why I'm here?"

Tang Xiaotang let out a "hmm".

Xie Jinbai bent her thin lips, "Naturally, I will personally invite Mr. Tang to my room for a talk."

Tang Xiaotang's heart suddenly missed a beat.

He never knew that the same sentence, spoken from different mouths, would have vastly different effects.

Simply, simply ambiguous.

Obviously this sentence was just said by the guard Xiao, but when the guard Xiao said that Xie Huaiyu invited him to the room for a talk, he was just surprised, and even felt a little rebellious, thinking that the man wanted him Are you going?

If he doesn't go, what can that guard Xiao do with him?

How can it be like this time...

The sound of the heart is like the beating of the drum in the dragon boat race during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Once again, loud and dense.

Tang Xiaotang's face blushed hopelessly.

The candlelight was dim, but Xie Jinbai could still easily see the young master's red ears, and the glaring red and swollen half of his cheek when he raised his head and stared blankly at him.

Xie Jinbai's eyes darkened slightly.

Why didn't Tang Shimao see that his youngest son's soul had already been snatched away by this Xie Xunyan?

He straightened his face, took a step forward, and stood between the two of them.

"Master Xie, it's so late and you haven't rested yet?"

Xie Jinbai seemed to have just noticed Tang Shimao, and cupped his hands at Tang Zhifu, "Master Tang."

Tang Shimao's face darkened again, and he said firmly, "Master Xie has worked hard today, it's better to rest earlier."

It's just that they didn't drive people away directly.

Xie Jinbai responded politely, "Thank you, Mr. Tang, for your concern."

The two people exchanged greetings back and forth, it was nothing more than one wanting the other to get out of here quickly, and the latter just didn't leave as if the soles of his feet had taken root.

If Xie Jinbai was just a commoner, no matter how well-bred Tang Shimao was, he would have already called the yamen servants to drive him out by this time.

However, Xie Jinbai's identity was something he couldn't touch.

Mrs. Du walked over gracefully, and she gently reminded, "Tang'er, Master Xie is still waiting for your reply."

She wants to see whether Tang Weimian, the infatuated seed, wants to offend his own father and go to Xie Xun's room to tell a story, or offend Xie Xun and be a filial son.

This is not a reminder, it is clearly forcing Tang Xiaotang to express his opinion.

Only then did Tang Shimao realize that no matter how arrogant Xie Jinbai acted, the key lies in his youngest son.

Tang Shimao's expression darkened, "Tang'er."

Tang Shimao didn't understand his youngest son at all.

He doesn't understand, Tang Xiaotang's temperament is to follow his hair, forcefully hold his head, and ask him to be obedient, it will only make him scratch your face or bite you like a cat with fur. Then run away from you.

"Then, excuse me, thank you, sir."

Tang Xiaotang held out his hand to Xie Jinbai, "My legs are numb, please trouble me."

Xie Jinbai held the hand that the young master extended, and with a little force on his arm, he pulled him up.

"Prefect Tang, excuse me."

Tang Shimao's face was as black as the night when ink was splashed outside.

Dad must be mad, right?

Tang Xiaotang followed Xie Jinbai out of the hall, not even having the courage to turn back.

With his head down, he walked behind Xie Jinbai with small steps, feeling very uneasy in his heart.

He must have lost his mind just now!

How could you be so bold as to openly oppose Father?

"Boom"——

Accidentally, his head hit a solid human wall.

Looking up, meeting a pair of romantic eyes, "Is there a beauty on the ground?"

Staring at the ground like this?

It's all this person!

If it weren't for him, how could he have stretched out his hand like a ghost just now? !

Tang Xiaotang rubbed her sore nose, "I, I, and no, don't like...Look, look, beautiful, beautiful."

Besides, how could the beauties in this world compare to the one in ten million of the person in front of him.

"Oh? Tell me, Mr. Tang, what do you like to watch?"

The chin was raised, and the unparalleled beauty of the world was close to his eyebrows. Those romantic eyebrows and eyes seemed cynical, but they were like the reflection of glass, which seemed to clearly reflect people's thoughts.

"Yes, I want you to control! You, you loosen, loosen!"

Tang Xiaotang took Xie Jinbai's hand away.

failed.

With a fever in his head, he opened his mouth and bit the man's jaw.

"Bold!"

Xiao Zishu stepped forward sharply, and drew his sword to Tang Xiaotang's neck.

"Gongming, step back."

"master!"

"Go back."

Xie Jinbai's tone sank slightly.

Xiao Zishu withdrew his sword unwillingly.

Tang Xiaotang was also completely stunned by the bloody smell coming from his mouth.

The other party, just now, has that kind of force?

"Open your mouth."

Xie Jinbai made an action, and Tang Xiaotang gave an order.

He opened his mouth blankly.

Xie Jinbai took his hand out of Tang Xiaotang's mouth.

Xiao Zishu immediately stepped forward, wrapped Xie Jin's bleeding hand with a handkerchief, turned his head and gave the young master a hard look.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head, "I, I... go back first."

"What? You have to leave after biting someone?"

Tang Xiaotang raised her face angrily, "Yes, it's you, you...you first..."

Obviously he was the one who provoked him first.

Xie Jinbai stretched out his hand, pinched the young master's cheeks puffed up due to anger, and smiled, "Let's go."

When Tang Xiaotang heard that smirk, he almost became angry from embarrassment, but seeing the bloody handkerchief wrapped around his hand, he finally held back.

Xie Jinbai took the lead and walked towards the monk's house.

Tang Xiaotang bit her lips, but finally followed sullenly.

"Gongming, go fetch a basin of water."

Back in the room, Xie Jinbai gave Xiao Zishu instructions.

Xiao Zishu responded, and before leaving, he gave Tang Xiaotang a warning look.

Tang Xiaotang glared back unwillingly.

The door is closed.

"come over."

Xie Jinbai sat down beside the bed and waved to the young master.

Looking at beauties under the lamp is like admiring flowers under the moon.

Yingying candlelight, so beautiful.

In a trance, Young Master Tang felt that he was the weak scholar in the storybook, and the person in front of him was the goblin who could change many things, changing into a handsome young man, greedy his body, and wanted to suck his essence.

"Take off your clothes and go to bed and lie down."

Tang Xiaotang was trapped in the fantasy of this goblin named Xie Huaiyu giving alms, he took off the monk's clothes outside by a strange coincidence, and really lay down on the bed obediently.

Surprised by the young master's cooperation, Xie Jin's white eyes flashed a hint of surprise.

For a moment, he seemed to understand something.

Leaning her thin lips slightly, Xie Jinbai leaned over and coaxed into the young master's ear, "Take off your obscene pants, too."

The little boy who was fascinated had one hand on his waist.

With a sound of "dang", the water basin was placed on the table, making a moderate sound.

"Master, the water is here."

Like the sound of Buddhist bells ringing suddenly in the mist, Tang Xiaotang looked around in panic and bewilderment, and met Xiao Zishu's cold and hostile eyes.

Tang Xiaotang's cheeks were burning hot, and he was about to get up from the bed in a hurry.

He casually put the bedside monk's robe on the young master, "What are you messing with?"

"Lie down."

Xie Jinbai stood up, cast a neutral glance at Xiao Zishu, and said softly, "Back off."

Those eyes could not be called harsh, they could even be said to be gentle, but the displeasure contained in those eyes was enough to make Xiao Zishu's heart shudder.

Xiao Zishu looked gloomy, cupped his hands, and bowed back.

With his uninjured left hand, he neatly removed the veil from the tiger's mouth on his right hand. Xie Jinbai walked to the basin and washed the blood off his hand with cold water.

When he came back again, Tang Xiaotang caught a glimpse of the man holding the familiar cyan porcelain box with cloud pattern in his hand.

Tang Xiaotang was first subconsciously attracted by the Muscle Renewing Cream in Xie Jinbai's hand, and was startled when he saw that the veil on his hand had been loosened and the wound had been washed, "Your injury..."

"It was just bitten by a cat, it's okay."

Xie Jinbai sat down beside the bed.

With Xiao Zishu absent, Tang Xiaotang lost many scruples.

He sat up from the bed in a jiffy, "You...who are you talking about...who is...a cat?!"

The jet-black eyes were rounded, looking more and more like a kitten whose tail was trampled on.

Xie Jinbai had a smile that was not a smile, and his thin lips parted slightly, "What does Young Master Tang see?"

Then he kicked the question back to Tang Xiaotang himself.

Tang Xiaotang was so angry that he hurt internally, his mouth was clumsy, how could he be this person's opponent?

Tang Xiaotang reached out to snatch the porcelain box from Xie Jinbai's hand, "You can't wipe too much, right? I know, I'll do it myself!"

"You used the medicine in the wrong way and in the wrong amount. The medicinal effect of Xujin Shengji Ointment has not been exerted well, resulting in the blockage of meridians. If you want to suffer from bad behavior in the future, and every rainy day My legs will be weak and my legs will hurt unbearably, please go ahead."

The smile on Tang Xiaotang's lips froze when he successfully snatched the porcelain box.

"You, you less, less bluffing."

Tang Xiaotang held the porcelain box with both hands, staring at Xie Jinbai.

Xie Jinbai bent his lips and smiled, "Young Master Tang, you might as well give it a try."

Holding the porcelain box, Tang Xiaotang hesitated.

I vaguely felt in my heart that this person should not be lying to him.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that every time he has severe leg problems, it is when the weather is about to change, especially the rainy weather.

If he could, he would never want to experience that kind of pain like thousands of ants gnawed away at his bones.

Tang Xiaotang bit her lip, "If... if... I, I, from now on, from now on, from now on, well, I will take... medicine, I... my leg, leg disease, it will be completely, completely cured Is it?"

"Ah."

Xie Jinbai didn't tell Tang Xiaotang that he had used the wrong amount of Xujin Shengji Cream earlier, and the amount of the remaining can could not cure his leg disease.

Sang Country has long been destroyed by Ruan Ling Country, and Wu Heng, the only master of Sang Country who knew the muscle-renewing ointment, died for the country.

There is no Wuheng in the world, and there is no muscle-renewing ointment.

Now he can only try his best to open up the blocked tendons of the young master, so as to avoid the pain of his leg disease.

As for a complete cure, it can only be waited, and there may be other opportunities that are unknown.

"Here, here... here you are!"

Hearing that the leg disease was expected to be cured, Tang Xiaotang handed over the porcelain box in his hand very neatly, and handed it back to Xie Jinbai.

Really very flexible.

Xie Jinbai opened the lid, raised his eyelids slightly, and said softly, "Take off the obscene pants."

Tang Xiaotang: "!!!"

That's right, he forgot about this one!

Resisting her shame and anger, Tang Xiaotang stiffly unbuttoned her obscene pants with trembling fingertips.

With the experience of the day, this time, when Xie Jinbai's hand pinched Tang Xiaotang's waist, Tang Xiaotang bit his lower lip ahead of time, so he didn't make a shameful sound like he did during the day.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on the back and lower waist because of the hard work of enduring.

Like the water drops of white peonies after the rain, they are white and pleasant.

Xie Jinbai's eyes fell on the young master's sweaty waist, and his eyes darkened.

"All right."

Like a snake that had just shed its skin, Tang Xiaotang limp and limp on the bed.

Finally, finally...

Xie Jinbai went out to pour out the sewage in the washbasin, and came back with the rainwater.

On the monk's bed, the young master had his clothes open, his obscene trousers were loosely worn on his body, his mouth was slightly open, and he was sleeping on his back.

"It's a big heart."

Stretching out his hand, he poked the little boy's uninjured face with his fingertips.

His eyes glimpsed the redness on the other side.

It was a bit of an eyesore, so I smeared some muscle-creating ointment on the young master's face.

This continuation tendon-generating muscle ointment can not only restore the tendons and root bones, but it is also easy to deal with this kind of trauma.

I don't know if he dreamed of something to eat, but when Xie Jinbai tapped the ointment-stained fingertips on the corner of the young master's slightly cracked lips, the young master gave a vague "huh" and actually opened his mouth to enclose Xie Jinbai's index finger.

The tip of the tongue is faintly visible.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

"Knock Knock Knock-"

The knock on the door rang again and again.

Probably because the taste was bad, the young master frowned, and spat out Xie Jinbai's index finger.

Xie Jinbai: "..."

The knock on the door was still ringing.

Xie Jinbai got up and went to open the door.

Outside the door, Qingluan blessed her body, "Master Xie, my lord asked me to ask Mr. Xie if we have finished discussing with my young master?"

It turned out that Tang Shimao had not seen his youngest son go back after a long time, so he sent Qingluan to bring him back.

"Please reply to Mr. Tang, Weimian has fallen asleep in my room. The young master will go back tomorrow."

Qingluan was taken aback.

Lord, son is sleeping in Mr. Xie's room, fell asleep?

"No, it won't work. Thank you, my lord, the master said..."

The master wants her to bring him back, and she will never allow the young master to stay in Master Xie's room!

"His legs can no longer suffer from the cold."

Xie Jinbai lightly interrupted what Qingluan hadn't finished speaking.

Qingluan was stunned.

"Go back and tell Mr. Tang that if you really want the young master to suffer from a lifetime of ill health, feel free to send another person."

The ground is cold.

Ordinary people will inevitably suffer from back pain after a night's sleep. For Tang Xiaotang, who suffers from leg problems, it will aggravate his condition.

The cold air enters the bone, and the medicine stone is ineffective.

Qingluan is a smart maid.

She heard the implication of Xie Jinbai's words, and knew how to choose the best one for the young master.

"The servant girl knows. Tonight, the young master will trouble Mr. Xie to take care of him."

"Ah."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Qingluan resigned happily.

"Why are you the only one coming back? Where's your son?"

Tang Shimao stayed up all this time, waiting in the hall for Qingluan to bring him back.

Seeing that Qingluan came back alone, Tang Shimao's face suddenly darkened, "Then Nizi won't come back? Niubi! You go and tell that Nizi, if he doesn't come back tonight, why don't you recognize me as a father!

Du Shi softly persuaded from the side, "Master, don't get angry."

Du Shi turned her head and looked at Qingluan, "Qingluan, what did you tell me, my lord?"

Staying in the small monk's dormitory last night already made Mrs. Du feel uncomfortable, but today even the monk's dormitory was taken by Xie Jinbai and Xiao Zishu, the master and servant, and today they were forced to stay in this hall.

In this hall, not to mention the continuous snoring, the felt is also very hard.

Mrs. Du couldn't sleep at all, but she kept waiting with Tang Shimao on the grounds that Tang'er hadn't come back yet, and she was worried as a mother.

Tang Shimao's displeasure at Du Shi's public embarrassment in the monk's house during the day faded a little.

Hearing this, Tang Shimao temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart, and also looked at Qingluan, waiting to hear the explanation from Nizi.

Naturally, it was impossible for Mrs. Du to express her kindness and intercede with Tang Xiaotang kindly, but based on her understanding of her stepson, since she was able to leave with Xie Huaiyu in a fit of anger, it must be that what Ling Qingluan said at this time was not a good one.

Du Shi is setting fire to this.

How could Qingluan not know what was going on in Du's mind?

At this time, Qingluan couldn't help but be thankful that the young master had fallen asleep, otherwise, with the young master's temperament, he might not come back on purpose, and then say something angry with the master, so the matter would be even more difficult to deal with.

Qingluan looked at Tang Shimao, and replied in a low voice, "When the maidservant was leaving, only Mr. Xie came to open the door. Mr. Xie told the maidservant that the young master, the young master has fallen asleep in his room. Mr. Xie, also said, also said ..."

When Tang Shimao heard that his son-in-law had fallen asleep in Xie Huaiyu's room, his heart became furious, and he asked angrily, "What else did he say?"

"Master Xie said that the young master's legs can no longer suffer from the cold. If the master wants the young master to have a bad sequelae in the future, he can, he can take the young master away forcibly."

Tang Shimao originally planned to forcefully bring him back, but he was stunned when he heard Qingluan's words.

He remembered that in the corridor, when he slapped Tang'er, obviously he didn't use much force, but Tang'er fell to the ground like a sapling in the gust of wind.

He also remembered that Qingluan was rubbing the legs of his youngest son before Xie Jinbai sent someone to invite him.

He asked anxiously, "Young master's leg injury has not healed yet?"

"Returning to the master, my son's leg has never been healed. The wound gradually scabbed a while ago, and it was so itchy that I couldn't sleep during the day and night. The leg bones often hurt, especially when it is rainy. Terrible. Often...the pain all night and all night. It takes people to massage the legs from time to time to relieve some."

Tang Shimao's face turned pale.

He finally came to his senses at this time, why when he was in the monk's house, he ordered Tang'er to get out of bed, but Tang'er didn't move for a long time.

He thought that Tang'er was deliberately against him, but now that he thought about it, it was, it was because of a leg attack, could she not get up?

Then when he was running all the way, how much effort did Tang'er have to endure, and what kind of pain did she endure to keep up with him?

He didn't distinguish between black and white, so he just raised his hand and slapped Tang'er?

Tang Shimao closed his eyes fiercely, full of regret, "It's me, I misunderstood Tang'er."

Du Shi never thought of it.

The eye medicine failed, but by accident, it solved Tang Shimao, a father, who misunderstood his son.

Thinking that he would spend the whole night in this hall tonight, Tang Xiaotang was already lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully, and he was especially jealous of his stepson in his heart.

That night, Tang Shimao did not order someone to forcibly take Tang Xiaotang away from Xie Jin's white room.

The rooster crows.

Streams of golden light, like golden threads, leaked out from the sky.

After three days and nights of heavy rain, Chun'an finally welcomed the long-lost sunshine in the morning of the fourth day.

The windows of the monk's house were opened, and people walked out of the monk's house, gathered under the corridor with happy faces, and discussed in low voices.

The people in the main hall and the side halls are not as reserved as the group of nobles and rich people living in the monk's house.

They directly used their jumping and clear voices to wake up the still sleeping mountains.

"The rain has stopped! The rain has stopped! The sun is on! The sun is finally on!"

"The sun is out! The sun is really out!"

"Then can we go down the mountain?"

"Can we go down the mountain? Can we really go down the mountain? Can we go home?!"

"It's been raining for so long, it should have stopped long ago! This rain should not rain again, so we, should, be able to go home?"

"Qingluan, go and make those sparrows stop arguing, okay..."

The young master who was sleepy thought he was still in the mansion.

Wrinkling the tip of his small nose, speaking with a soft Chun'an accent, beckoning the maidservant to chase away the birds in the yard for him, don't let the birds disturb his morning dream.

"not good."

Completely different from the feminine soft voice, the low and lazy male voice rejected the young master's request straight away.

The voice was still very familiar.

Tang Xiaotang suddenly woke up from a deep sleep and opened his eyes.

The khaki-colored walls, the scrolls of Buddha pictures hanging on the walls, and the scriptures placed in the room all remind him where he is at the moment.

Tang Xiaotang was stunned.

He fell asleep last night, after, later?

That person also let him sleep in his room, didn't he order someone to send him back to the hall?

And the father, did not send someone to take him away?

All doubts surged up, and Tang Xiaotang's mind was in a mess.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the side of the bed, but saw no one.

He looked around the room again, and finally saw the moon-white figure on the window sill.

Yesterday's blue monk's robe has been changed, and he changed back to his usual clothes, which is an ivory shirt, and a black fine gauze cape on his head.

It was as if he had transformed from a non-worldly meditation buddhist to a romantic scholar of the Imperial Academy.

At this time, outside the window, the green bananas are dripping, and the sky is as blue as washing, making the person sitting on the window more and more graceful and graceful, free from dust.

and many more……

God, the sky is blue?

"Open...open...too, open the sun?!"

Tang Xiaotang's black eyes widened, and he sat up from the bed abruptly.

Barefoot, he ran excitedly to the bed, raised his face and looked at the blue sky outside the window.

Xie Jinbai also raised his head, looked at the blue sky outside the window together, and said softly, "Well, the sun is on."

Suddenly, Tang Xiaotang's eyes darkened.

"Then, then you... are, are you, very, very soon, leaving?"

He seemed afraid that Xie Jinbai might misunderstand something.

At the end, he added a sentence of explanation without any money here, "Yes, it was yesterday, last night, Dad said, said. He said, talking about you, you will be back, back to Beijing, Kyoto soon... "

Isn't this person's visit to Chun'an this time related to the fact that the people of Chun'an suffer from floods every year?

Although, the dam of the Chizhang River was still broken due to the continuous torrential rain, and Chun'an City suffered an unprecedented flood.

But it was precisely because Xiao Jiancheng from the Water Division of the capital saw that the water in the Chizhang River was abnormal, found his father, and proposed to transfer the whole city, the people of Chun'an, and even they were able to escape this catastrophe.

Now, the rain has stopped and the sun has come out.

When the water level in the city recedes, local officials, including Dad, can carry out post-disaster reconstruction and a series of other disaster relief work.

This man will retire and go back to Yingyang, right?

As long as he thinks that this person will return to Yingyang soon, Tang Xiaotang's heart can't help but sour and jealous.

Sour swelling is naturally due to reluctance, vinegar...

This person should be desperately thinking about going back to Kyoto, right?

In this way, he can meet his little emperor!

The corners of Xie Jinbai's lips curled up slightly, "Why, can't you bear brother?"

When Tang Xiaotang heard that Xie Jinbai called himself an elder brother, he immediately became furious!

This man is not finished yet!

He blushed suddenly, and retorted loudly, "Who, who can't bear it!"

"Knock Knock-"

There was a firm knock on the door.

The knock on the door was so untimely!

This person hasn't answered his question just now!

"master."

It's Xiao Zishu.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, the prefect of Tang, Xie Tongzhi, and Yang Tong judge the three adults, please—"

When the rain stopped, it was natural to discuss matters such as going down the mountain and how to resettle the people.

"Oh, I see."

Before Xie Jinbai could speak, Tang Xiaotang hurriedly said, "You, if you have something to do, just, just do it first. I, I should go back to the hall too."

"Are you going to go out dressed like this?"

Ok?

What is he dressed for?

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head, and saw his open underwear, and the obscene trousers that were loosely worn around his waist, which might slip off at any time, one pair, one after the fact...

It was the first time for Xie Jinbai to see that someone could be so ashamed when they caught a glimpse of his disheveled appearance.

Is it because the young Mr. Tang is too thin-skinned, or...

A hint of interest flashed in Xie Jin's white eyes——

Or is the young master too active in thinking, and made up something on his own?

Tang Xiaotang hurriedly walked to the other side of the screen, took the monk's robe on the screen, and dressed herself.

Monk robes are simpler than women's skirts. You only need to put on the monk robe and tie it with a rope.

Tang Xiaotang bowed his head and focused on tying the rope of the monk's clothes.

"There will be a period later."

Tang Xiaotang's heart skipped a beat suddenly, with too much force in his hand, he accidentally tied the tether into a knot.

After he hastily untied his clothes, he stepped out of the screen, only to see the moon-white shirt blown up by the wind.

Tang Xiaotang's eyes were red, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

fraud!

Will there be a later date?

Where do they have "a future date"?

"Dang-dang-dang-"

The morning sun shines on the mountains, and the bell of Qianye Temple, which has been silent for many days, is ringing.

In order to avoid stampedes or crowding, the people went down the mountain in batches.

Hundreds of people, including the old and the young, lined up in the courtyard of the mountain temple, waiting to go home.

No one does not return like an arrow.

"It's finally our time! Young Master, come, let me help you get into the carriage!"

Qingluan accompanied Tang Xiaotang to the carriage of the magistrate's mansion.

Surrounded by wives and young ladies who are also waiting to go down the mountain.

With the help of her maid Qingluan, Tang Xiaotang boarded the carriage, and suddenly the people thanked her one after another.

"It's Xun Xun!"

"It's Xun Xun!"

"Master Xie is our reborn parent!"

"Thank you, Mr. Xunkan!"

"Thank you, Mr. Xunkan!"

He opened the curtain, but saw the people facing the mountain temple and kneeling on the mountain road.

Tang Xiaotang followed the eyes of the people and looked up, but saw two figures, one white and one red, standing on the bell tower of the mountain temple standing in front of the railing.

Tang Xiaotang didn't need to guess, he also knew that the red figure must be that Ning Wang Ji Yunfei.

I don't know if it's because of the "Fei" in his name, but he, King Ning, seems to like the color "Fei" very much. The two times he saw each other, they were all dressed in scarlet robes, which was very eye-catching.

On the bell tower, both of them were facing the direction of the temple gate, seeming to be looking down and looking out.

Tang Xiaotang thought foolishly, is there a little him in sight of that man?

For some reason, Tang Xiaotang suddenly had an impulse in his heart.

He wants to go and ask for clarification!

Tang Xiaotang lifted the curtain of the carriage, and said to Jingzhe who was driving the carriage, and Qingluan outside, "Wait here for me, I'll be back soon."

Qingluan anxiously said, "My lord, we will go down the mountain immediately after the madam picks up the eldest son, where are you going?"

Tang Xiaotang didn't answer, but just wanted to get off the carriage.

Jing Zhe stretched out his hand and stopped Tang Xiaotang, "I'm sorry, young master. The master had an order before he left. When you come back, he asked me to follow you every step of the way."

Tang Xiaotang was furious, "My father just told you to follow me every step of the way, and didn't say that he would put me under house arrest. Could it be that I got out of the car and went to relieve myself?"

"Of course you can."

"Then get up!"

Jing Zhe turned his body sideways.

Tang Xiaotang snorted and got out of the carriage.

Before he could be proud for too long, Jing Zhe also jumped off the carriage.

He went to the bushes, Jing Zhe followed him into the bushes; he went behind the rocks, Jing Zhe followed him behind the rocks.

Tang Xiaotang turned around quickly, and said angrily, "How can I get out of you standing behind me like this?!"

Jing Zhe lowered her head, "I know my mistake."

If you know your mistakes, you will know your mistakes, and people still have to continue to follow.

The master and servant were still in a stalemate, and the green luan ran over panting, "Young master, young master, the madam picked up the eldest son and came out. Hurry up, you get back in the carriage! Turn around, the madam got into the carriage, and I haven't seen you yet." You, after returning home, it's time to take the opportunity to punish you again."

Take the opportunity to rectify, take the opportunity to rectify.Right now, he couldn't care less!

"Ah, Dad, you, why are you here..."

Qingluan and Jingzhe subconsciously turned around at the same time.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaotang turned his head and ran away.

With a "boom", his head hit a human wall.

"sorry……"

Tang Xiaotang hastily bowed his head to apologize to the person he hit.

"You are in such a hurry, where are you planning to go?"

Tang Xiaotang raised his head in astonishment, "Ah, Dad..."

The man with a pale face and a straight face, if not his father, who else could it be?

"master."

Jing Zhe walked forward with a guilty face.

Qingluan also greeted Tang Shimao in a low voice.

Tang Shimao glanced coldly at the two people who were not in charge, and ordered Tang Xiaotang in a cold voice, "Follow me."

Tang Xiaotang was very anxious.

He subconsciously looked up at the direction of the bell tower of the mountain temple.

"Don't look, he has gone down the mountain in the carriage that King Ning went down the mountain. This time, Chun'an and even we were able to escape the catastrophe, thanks to Xie Huaiyu's contribution. The first time he patrolled the place, he made such a contribution. This time he returned to the Yingyang, Guojiu and his party will have nothing to do with him.

Xie Huaiyu's precious sword has been unsheathed, no one will be able to block its edge.

Tang'er, don't you understand?Whether it's Chun'an or you, it's just like the inn on the outskirts of Chun'an, it's just a place for him to rest for a while.He won't stay for long, even if you go, you can't keep him. "