My little gong will have a baby

Ji Wan grabbed the white cloth on top of his head for fear that it would fall, Chu Nanzhu straightened his waist, turned his face slightly to the side as if looking at it and inspecting it, expressionless, but his eyes made people feel that he seemed to see through everything.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but no one broke the calm, they neither spoke nor acted.

Don't know what he wants to do?Ji Wan looked away from Chu Nanzhu's gaze, put his gaze on the fallen screen, and carefully lifted it up. The snow-white screen stood between the two of them again, blocking Chu Nanzhu's not-so-kind eyes. Night breathed a sigh of relief.

The screen is just a thin layer of gauze, Ji Wan can still see his figure clearly through him, only to see that Chu Nanzhu's face turned sideways just now seems to have turned back, and the sideburns on both sides follow his movements And fluttering.

Ji Wan was a little jealous that he had hair.

Kneeling numb, Ji Wan was about to change his posture, but Chu Nanzhu's voice suddenly entered his ears, startling him, even the white cloth on his head slipped off.

"I heard that there is a magic stick in Huguo Temple. Someone asked me to tell the fortune. Hey, magic stick, you can count."

From behind the screen, Chu Nanzhu saw that the white cloth covering the head of this little white-faced magic stick fell down, and saw the shape of his round, bald head.

For some reason, I really want to go up and touch it. How would it feel?

Ji Wan thought that he couldn't see it anyway, so she covered her head with a white cloth and tied a knot on her chin, which looked a bit like Grandma Wolf.

After finishing it, he coughed lightly: "I don't know what the general wants to do?"

"Even if..." Chu Nanzhu's tone was a bit playful: "Even if I have been having a headache recently."

ah?The expression on Ji Wan's face changed slightly. Your brain is out of order. If you are sick, you go to the doctor. Why do you ask me for fortune-telling?

However, since the former master Wan was famous for fortune-telling, he is not really Master Wan!He won't!This is how to do?

Chu Nanzhu's hand was slightly bent and placed on the ground, and his fingers tapped on it one after another, making small sounds.

Ji Wan wiped the sweat that came out of his forehead, and after a while he tentatively opened his mouth and said, "Perhaps the general is on fire. Do you want to eat more meat and more vegetables?"

Chu Nanzhu's fingers tapping the ground stopped suddenly, and the room became quiet again.

Ji Wan just heard that Chu Nanzhu was about to feed the host to the dog outside. He guessed that he might have said something wrong, and swallowed hard. It seems that this plane is preparing for gg before it even starts.

"Is the headache actually caused by getting angry?" Just when Ji Wan's thoughts were all hopeless, the person behind the screen spoke again.

"Ah?" Ji Wan opened her mouth wide subconsciously, asking questions, but then shut her mouth immediately, for fear that her mentally retarded appearance would be noticed by the general, what if he disliked his stupidity and fed himself to the dog?

"Speak." Chu Nanzhu continued to urge.

Ji Wan thought for a while, then picked up a string of Buddha cultivators placed beside him, pretending to be counting on the left and right, and recited a rap while counting: "There is no bodhi tree, ah--the mirror is not a stand, ah ——There was nothing, ah—where did the dust—”

This poem is quite rhyming. In order to form a rap feeling, Ji Wan deliberately added two more sentences as the ending: "Ah, you make dust, ah, you make dust."

There was another death-like silence. Outside the window, the brook flowed through the ornamental bamboo joints, and knocked on the stone with a clear and crisp sound.

Seeing that it was almost time, Wei Du outside the door asked in a low voice: "General, the time has come, we should set off."

Chu Nanzhu changed his posture, lazily and comfortably: "Yeah." Then he got up and walked to the door with a few steps of "dong dong dong", putting his hand on the doorknob.

It seemed that he was going to leave, Ji Wan breathed a sigh of relief, forget it, the male protagonist in this plane is too scary, he probably will stay in this plane for a long time and then send back after the mission fails.

Chu Nanzhu put his hands on the doorknob and did not move for a long time, his eyelids lifted slightly, and when he saw the figure of the monk, he narrowed his eyes, and kicked the screen over as if playing a prank.

Grandma Wolf - Wan, looked up and widened his innocent eyes.

Seeing what he wanted to see, the corner of Chu Nanzhu's mouth pulled up slightly, and it was fleeting. After he left, Ji Wan just hugged his head tightly and rolled on the spot: "Ah! I want hair! I want hair!"

Many monks gathered here and whispered, the master went crazy last night, I am afraid that he will go crazy today, and if he angers the irritable general, he will be fed to the dog like the abbot!

After Chu Nanzhu came out, he saw that the host was tied up and tied to a branch of a strong maple leaf tree, with a rag stuffed in his mouth. When he saw the general came out, he twisted his body excitedly, thinking that General Chu could let him go .

Chu Nanzhu didn't even look at him. With his hands behind his back, he walked quickly to the intersection of the downhill road. Ji Wan followed them all the time, watching them leave, and then walked up to the host, bowed to him, and counted Buddha's name in his hand. Xiu: "Amitabha, host, I'll read a poem to you, I hope you'll get over it, and the Buddha will keep it in your heart, where you must get the dust."

"Oh make the dust, make the dust!"

Chu Nanzhu, who had excellent earphones, couldn't help laughing halfway, and Wei Du was shocked behind him. It had been many years, and the general hadn't laughed for many years.

"Wei Du." Chu Nanzhu's tone still had a smile that hadn't disappeared: "Go, let the host go, tell him that from today on, the little monk sweeping the floor who sacrificed to me will be the host of the Huguo Temple, and the original host will go to the temple later. Sweeping the floor...and..."

Wei Du knew that the general's happiness must have something to do with that Master Wan, and if he thinks about it next, he should order himself to do something related to Master Wan, right?

"Also... Forget it, let's go back." After finishing speaking, the smile on Chu Nanzhu's face was gone, and he summoned up a little zhenqi in his body, and rushed down the mountain at a speed that ordinary people couldn't reach.

After Wei Du returned to put down the host and expressed the general's attitude, he tried to catch up with the general, but he still couldn't see the general's shadow.

What's going on here?Wei Du was a little puzzled, the general seemed extra excited today.

*

Everyone said that the general of the Chu family has power over the world, and holds the lives of the people in the world in his hands.

Externally, it is the general's world, but internally, the general's mansion is the world of Mrs. Liu.

She is not Chu Nanzhu's biological mother. To be precise, she is just a nanny who used to belong to the slave class. It's just that when the wife of the general of the previous generation died, Chu Nanzhu was still young, and it was Mrs. Liu, a nanny who facilitated her. Chu Nanzhu's growth, but also single-handedly promoted the joys and sorrows of Chu Nanzhu's growth process.

Mrs. Liu waved back the hands of her servants who wanted to help. She likes to make tea herself. Tea art is a compulsory course for women in the royal family, but this is not the case in the south, where the general is. The women in the south have a more forthright personality It can even help the father and husband at home to go hunting.

In front of Mrs. Liu was a door pasted with thin paper, with Chu-style family crests printed on it. When she heard the report from the person behind the door, she paused for making tea, and her usual calm expression seemed to have changed a little.

"What you said is true."

Wei Du outside the door whispered: "It's true."

Wei Du is Mrs. Liu's biological son. She has a pair of twin sons. One grew up with Chu Nanzhu and the other followed Chu Nanzhu's half-brother Chu Nanlin. In order to ensure the safety of the general at all times, Mrs. Liu will listen to Wei Du regularly. Report.

This is the first time the General held the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony in his first year in office. Mrs. Liu was afraid that something might go wrong, so he needed Wei Du to report everything to her in detail.

Mrs. Liu just heard from Wei Du that the general didn't seem to be the same to the monk named Master Wan, and Mrs. Liu felt a little complicated.

In order to stabilize the rule of the general's mansion, the generals of the past dynasties need to marry a woman of noble royal status as the wife. This is just a political intermarriage. In addition, the general's family and the royal family are opposites, so the generals of the past dynasties are at odds with the general's wife.

The general has been married for five years and has not consummated the house with Mrs. Liu, which is understandable in Mrs. Liu's view. After all, Mrs. Liu does not want the general's first son to be born from the royal family, but...

Mrs. Liu also found many women from good families for the general one after another, both gentle and lively, but the general never entered their room until he was 26 years old.

Now rumors and rumors are spreading everywhere. Although Mrs. Liu's iron fist has suppressed many public discords, those things in the dark can't be stopped by Mrs. Liu even if she wants to.

After all, the position of general is too important, everyone wants to climb up, without an heir, Chu Nanzhu's position as a general is not secure.

Madam Liu put down the teacup, because the hot tea burned the edges of her fingers red because of her uneasy mood.

After a while, she seemed to sigh silently: "Where is that Master Wan, take me to meet him."

*

A few days after Chu Nanzhu left, Ji Wan completely lived a life of rice bugs whose mud could not support the wall.

Everything here is good, free and unfettered, and he is a well-known Master Wan, many people come to ask him, but Ji Wan pretends to be profound, and refuses to see visitors on the grounds of retreat.

But there is nothing here, Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, people who eat tofu every day will become tofu.

In order to make a tooth sacrifice, Ji Wan was so bold that he ordered the little monk who was guarding the gate to go out and buy him roast chicken.

The little monk is so timid, he bought Ji Wan a lotus chicken from the town down the mountain like a thief.

All the way up, although the chicken is cold, but the smell of the meat is still hooked.

The little monk was talking about sins and sins to Ji Wan, good and good, Ji Wan was very impatient to hear, so he quickly waved him away and hid himself to eat.

It’s just that his room is not safe, and sometimes other monks would come in to visit with the excuse of exchanging Buddhist scriptures. Ji Wan made up his mind and decided to climb a taller maple tree, sit on the tree and enjoy the beautiful scenery while eating.

He chose the maple tree in his yard, poohed twice with his left and right hands, and a wolf grandma climbed onto the tree at night, admiring the beautiful scenery, biting the chicken leg until it was crunchy.

Spit out the bones again, feel happy, go to his mission today!

"Bold! Who... who actually eats chicken in the temple!!"

The author has something to say: Brother Nanzhu is suspected of having problems every day