Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Tatsukuji Temple

It has not been a day or two since Yan Qiaotian hid here after changing his appearance. During that time, Mo Liying sent someone to deliver the news. As for the content, he naturally did not know, but fortunately, besides himself, he still had someone to inquire about. little helper.

A little later, Xiaojuan came to Yan Qiaotian's room stooping.

At this time Yan Qiaotian was changing clothes, seeing Xiaojuan came in, he continued to dress as if nothing had happened.

Xiaojuan walked up to him, looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "Brother, you have a good figure. I don't know which daughter-in-law will be cheaper in the future."

Yan Qiaotian tapped lightly on the top of her head, "Where did you learn to be so glib?"

Xiaojuan touched her shaved forehead and said eagerly: "Don't knock it, your hair won't grow if you knock it again."

"What kind of hair do you need? Let me see. You won't get married when you grow up. You should stay in the nun's nunnery to clean up, so as not to cause harm to others." Yan Qiaotian brushed off her monk's robe and stood by the table. Sit cross-legged.

"I don't want it." Xiaojuan also knelt down opposite Yan Qiaotian, and said with a face of disbelief, "Even if others don't want it, don't they still have you, big brother?"

Yan Qiaotian's face was gloomy, and she sighed indistinctly, "Let's talk about it after the things here are over. I don't know when Mo Liying will come over?"

Xiaojuan smiled mysteriously, touched her bald head, and said, "If you don't even ask such a good spy by your side, do you think you are stupid?"

Yan Qiaotian looked at her with interest, "Why? You know?"

"Of course." Xiaojuan said with her head held high.

"Don't be tricky, tell me quickly." Yan Qiaotian's tone was a little eager.

Xiaojuan was not in a hurry at this time, she looked at Yan Qiaotian, and said with ulterior motives: "It's not difficult to know, but I have a condition, you must agree to it no matter what."

"what?"

"Didn't you always say that I can't get married? Since you are my eldest brother, if I can't get married as my younger sister, you have to marry me." Xiaojuan glanced at the corner of her mouth, then lowered her head and covered her mouth with a chuckle.

Yan Qiaotian was startled for a moment, then couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't worry, you are so cute, how could you not get married?"

"I don't care, anyway, if I can't get married, you must marry me." Xiaojuan pouted and said coquettishly.

"Okay, if you can't get married, I'll marry you." Yan Qiaotian put away all his thoughts. To him, Wu Fuqian was already dead. Even if he wouldn't go with him, he was afraid he would die Well, at that time, it doesn't matter who you marry.

Only then did Xiaojuan sit upright, put her hands on the table, and said solemnly: "You mean what you say, let's pull the hook."

Looking at Xiaojuan's serious appearance, Yan Qiaotian felt a little strange in his heart, as if this half-sized girl had grown up at this moment, and what she was thinking in her heart was beyond her ability to guess.

Yan Qiaotian stretched out her finger and said solemnly: "Okay, it's a deal."

After everything was calm, Xiaojuan spoke softly.

"Didn't Mo Liying send someone to deliver the news before? As far as I know, Mo Liying probably sent someone to prepare for the sacrifice. I guess he will come in a few days." Xiaojuan said mysteriously .

Yan Qiaotian lowered her voice and asked, "How do you know?"

"Brother, you pretend to chant scriptures in the main hall all day long, and I don't need to go, so I run around naturally, and I am young, so when they talk, they usually avoid me." Xiaojuan stuck her head to Yan Qiaotian's In front of him, he whispered, "Besides, brother, didn't you see that the people in the temple are busy today?"

Yan Qiaotian thought for a while, and it turned out to be true as Xiaojuan said.

"Do you know what kind of sacrificial activities Moliying has? I can prepare in advance for the procedures that need to be followed." Yan Qiaotian asked.

Xiaojuan showed a smug smile, "You are asking the right person, if I didn't find out clearly, how could I come to see you?"

"Tell me all about it."

Xiaojuan's complexion changed slightly, she stared at Yan Qiaotian and said, "I can tell you, but you have to promise me that you must be careful about this matter anyway, because the emperor's transposition is imminent, I think Mo Liying will be very careful .”

"Don't worry, I will never make a move if I am not sure." Yan Qiaotian said softly.

……

Because of the general's affairs, the matter of the emperor's dislocation has been delayed again and again, but now under the instigation and instigation of Mo Liying, this matter has been put on the agenda again, just as Yan Qiaotian is preparing to disguise himself At Chenmu Temple, the Emperor ordered that the Heterogeneity Hall would be implemented after half a month.

Mo Liying probably saw the emperor's hesitation, so he decided to come to Chenmu Temple to offer sacrifices before the alienation ceremony, first to show his determination in front of his ancestors, and second, to accumulate popularity for himself.

Come to think of it, at the beginning Liyou Chizi would agree to fake Zhangji and give him news of Xiaojuan ten days later. It must be because she knew that Mo Liying would go to Chenmu Temple to sacrifice in ten days. She really wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. Carry out your plan.

It's just that all of this is just speculation. For Wu Fuqian, the ten-day wait was a torment, and it was fine if he couldn't go out at will, but his worries about Zhang Fujia and Yan Qiaotian grew day by day.

Tomorrow is the deadline for Liyou Chizi to promise to tell him Xiaojuan's information. Wu Fuqian squatted in front of the square table in the room, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip and put it down.

At this time there was a knock on the door, Wu Fuqian put down the teacup and said softly, "Come in."

Holding the food, Meng Shiqing pushed the door in and said with a light smile, "I heard that Mr. Zhang hasn't eaten for several days. Today, Shiqing specially prepared a few dishes from the Central Plains in the kitchen. It should suit Mr. Zhang's appetite."

Meng Shiqing put the food on the table, then knelt down in front of Wu Fuqian.

Wu Fuqian looked at the familiar dishes on the table, but he had no appetite at all. He said in embarrassment: "Sorry, I don't feel hungry."

Meng Shiqing put the meals in the tray on the table one by one, and said: "Mr. You are joking, we will go to pick up Xiaojuan together tomorrow. Do you want to see your daughter with such a haggard face?"

Wu Fuqian was taken aback for a moment, and then asked nervously, "Can we really see each other tomorrow?"

"Sir, don't you believe in the Lord, as long as it is what she promises, she will definitely do it." Meng Shiqing's tone is beyond doubt.

Wu Fuqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the teacup again, and asked, "Does Miss Meng know where Xiaojuan is?"

Meng Shiqing covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Mr. Zhang was joking, how could I know where Xiaojuan is? But..."

"But what?" Wu Fuqian looked up at Meng Shiqing, and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

After Meng Shiqing looked Wu Fugan up and down, her eyes became blurred, "Actually, it's nothing, I just have some doubts about Mr. Zhang's identity."

"Are you really Zhang Ji?"

Meng Shiqing's words made Wu Fuqian's heart beat twice quickly, and then he tried his best to calm himself down and asked, "Miss Meng has doubts about my identity?"

"It's not doubtful, but it's just a few doubts. I wonder if Mr. Zhang is willing to tell you?" Meng Shiqing's eyes never left Wu Fuqian. Her penetrating gaze made Wu Fuqian feel a little guilty.