Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Wu Hui sighed deeply, then turned her head to look at Yan Qiaotian, and said: "The master will never come to find Jie Yuan for no reason, presumably there is something hidden in it, but the poor monk has already left the world of mortals, so I just want to say In a word, everything has a cause and an effect, since the head of the family has come, why not relax, and wait until Jie Yuan thinks it through before making a decision."

"Master is like a torch, you must know that you can't afford to wait." Yan Qiaotian cupped his hands and said, "If Master Jie Yuan insists on staying in Shaolin Temple, then Yan Qiaotian will say goodbye. Some things in this world are worth our own If we strive so far, even if we pay, we still fail, and we should not forget our original intention.”

"In this case, the poor monk will not give it away. I hope that the next time I see the head of the family, it will be a different scene." Wuhui clasped his hands together and said reverently, "Amitabha."

"I guess we'll have to wait for the next life." Yan Qiaotian smiled self-deprecatingly, then turned to look at Jie Yuan and said, "It's so much trouble, I hope Master can save some dead souls in Shaolin Temple. Farewell."

From the beginning to the end, Jie Yuan didn't want to look into Yan Qiaotian's eyes, he knew that there must be endless disappointment.

After Yan Qiaotian left, Master Wu Hui sat down slowly, and raised his hand to signal Jie Yuan to sit down. While twirling the Buddha beads slowly, he said softly: "Since you followed me as a teacher many years ago It has been quite a few years now, the teacher knew that your fate was not over, and one day you would leave the Shaolin Temple, so I made a contract with you at that time, if someone came to the Shaolin Temple to look for you, then you must go down the mountain immediately, From now on, you are not allowed to step into Shaolin Temple again. I don’t know, do you still remember?”

"I remember, I dare not forget for a moment." Jie Yuan did not dare to raise his head, but his slightly shrugged shoulders showed that his heart was extremely restless at this time.

Master Wuhui sighed deeply and said, "Oh, let's go."

"Master..." Jie Yuan raised his head in surprise, and stared at Wu Hui in disbelief, "Master, this disciple is dedicated to Buddha and will never go down the mountain."

"Hey, Jie Yuan, your heart is no longer in Shaolin Temple, why did you stay here in vain, looking for trouble?" Wu Hui's face was heavy, all of this did not escape his original estimation, but he did not expect this day to come So fast.

"Master..." Jie Yuan still wanted to say something, but what he was about to say was finally interrupted by Wu Hui, Daobu "Okay, don't say anything, as a teacher, I also hope that you will not disappoint your heart. "

When the sky was getting dark, Yan Qiaotian met Jie Yuan at the foot of the Shaolin Temple. Of course, at this time he was no longer called Jie Yuan, but Dong Lang.

"I knew that your master would not let you stay in Shaolin Temple." Yan Qiaotian led the horse out of the bushes on the side of the road, stared at Dong Lang with interest, and said with a smile, "Your master understands You still don't understand why."

Dong Lang's complexion sank, and he said displeasedly: "Hmph, if it wasn't for you, how could I be kicked out of Shaolin Temple by Master?"

"Even without me, the emperor will still send someone to look for you someday after he realizes it. You are doomed to miss Buddha in this life." Yan Qiaotian didn't mind his cold attitude, still smiling.

Perhaps because the emperor was mentioned, Dong Lang's face softened a little. He lowered his head and asked softly, "How is he?"

"Of course not. Without you, how could he be better?" After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, he got on his horse and said, "I think we can't delay, otherwise his life will really be lost."

Although Dong Lang was a little puzzled, he got on his horse and galloped away with Yan Qiaotian.

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When Yan Qiaotian and Dong Lang returned to the capital, Wu Fuqian couldn't pretend anymore. He was looking forward to Yan Qiaotian's early return every day, but when Yan Qiaotian really appeared in front of him, He couldn't believe his eyes again, thinking that he was delusional for a while.

Yan Qiaotian looked at Wu Fuqian who was in a daze, couldn't help but stepped forward to pat him on the head, and said with a smile, "I'm back, are you stupid?"

Wu Fuqian looked at Yan Qiaotian who had just jumped into the room from the window, his eyes were slowly soaked, he hugged Yan Qiaotian's waist all at once, and said excitedly: "Why did you come back, do you know that these days I am really Days are like years."

Yan Qiaotian also hugged Wu Fuqian tightly, nodded desperately and said, "I know, I know everything."

Wu Fuqian buried his head deeper, as if he wanted to rub his body into the opponent's body desperately, tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes.

Yan Qiaotian felt the coldness in his chest, and quickly pushed him away, only to find the tears still in the corner of his eyes, couldn't help raising his hand, choked up and said: "Fool, I'm already back, why are you still crying? Not at all like a man."

"I'm already married to you, what kind of man am I?" After speaking, Wu Fuqian domineeringly covered Yan Qiaotian's cold lips.

His kiss was filled with endless heat, as well as the deep longing these days, Yan Qiaotian almost couldn't stand it.

"Okay, we still have a lot of things to do, so we can't delay." Yan Qiaotian had no choice but to push the other party away, panting slightly.

Wu Fuqian raised his eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't you have time for a stick of incense?"

Yan Qiaotian shrugged helplessly, and said: "Not really, I'm going to see the emperor now, one is to show him Li Qiao's dying letter, and the other is to discuss with the emperor the most appropriate way to leave the palace. , because Dong Lang is back."

"You mean to let them get back together?" Wu Fuqian asked curiously.

"Yes, and as soon as possible." Yan Qiaotian whispered.

"Then what am I doing?" Wu Fuqian asked suspiciously as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Is it convenient for you to leave the palace now?" Yan Qiaotian grabbed his shoulders and asked directly into his eyes.

Wu Fuqian smiled triumphantly and said, "Aside from your heart, where else can I be trapped?"

Yan Qiaotian smiled dotingly, then gently hugged him into his arms, and said: "Now you go out of the palace and go to a place called Fuji Restaurant in the city to find Dong Lang. Before I enter the palace, let him wait there. , when you get there, just show him this thing, and he will go with you." After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, he pulled the Qingming sword from his waist and handed it to Wu Fuqian.

Wu Fuqian took the sword in doubt, frowned slightly, and said, "Where do you take him?"

"Enter the palace." Yan Qiaotian said swiftly.

"But aren't you going to bring the emperor out? Is it dangerous to enter the palace?" Wu Fuqian asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"What I discussed with the emperor is not to go out to meet Dong Lang, but to go out to gather people." Yan Qiaotian let go of Wu Fuqian, turned around and sat down at the table, and said, "Now the capital is almost full of people from the Ministry of War. , it is estimated that few of these people are willing to serve the emperor, so we have to find a confidant."