The Eight Winds of Rebirth

Not long after, the few people slowly approached.

In the last life, before Zhao Yuan became king and took charge of the army, it was his extraordinary and beautiful face that first made him famous all over the world. It was once crowned by the empress of the dynasty as "bright as silver, shining on the moon, burning like a flower." "Out of the water" appearance has been talked about secretly by many people.

At this time, Zhao Yuan was only seventeen or eight years old, and her figure had not yet fully grown, but her eyebrows and eyes were already in shape. If it weren't for the cold aura wrapped around her body that made people suddenly feel awe-inspiring, she would definitely be killed. He was so amazed that he couldn't take his eyes off him.

But for Gu Xiangtan, who is a Buddhist practitioner, Zhao Yuan's face is like a boy and a girl, especially when he has a light red tear mole at the corner of his eye, he looks cold when he looks at people, but he can't help but feel It makes people move with their heartstrings and their minds are unstable.

This face is beautiful, so it is beautiful...but it is really poor, chaotic, and will not end well.

Thinking of what he had experienced just a few days ago, and Zhao Yuan's miserable end, Gu Xiangtan's hands trembled slightly for a moment, and tears almost burst out.

He couldn't think... He really couldn't think that God would let him see him.

On the other side, Zhao Yuan was brought to the small courtyard by two young servants, but she saw Gu Xiangtan just staring at herself, with a tired look on her face after recovering from a serious illness, her robe sleeves were slightly wrinkled, and her forehead was frizzy. Messy, unspeakable embarrassment.

He couldn't help but slightly frowned, and looked at Su Xi and An Yin dissatisfied, as if to say: How do you take care of this person?

An Yin reacted quickly, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Gu Xiangtan's crumbling body and said, "My lord, why are you out? Have you run out of food? Where are you going? Mr. Zhao happened to come to see you."

Gu Xiangtan leaned on An Yin halfway, but still stared at Zhao Yuan in a daze, without blinking, stretched out his hand tremblingly for a long time.

Compared with other people's admiration and admiration for his appearance, Zhao Yuan himself actually dislikes it very much. If he had a choice, he would rather grow up like a water bearer in Xiangguo Temple or a farmer in the next village, at least with a broad forehead, a wide nose, and a hulking back. Looking like a man, and myself...

That's why Zhao Yuan seldom smiles, and is often extremely disgusted by ordinary people looking at him, let alone touching him, but it doesn't include Gu Xiangtan.

Looking at the white and tender palms in front of her, Zhao Yuan's heart softened, but then her gaze inadvertently caught sight of the blood stains on Gu Xiangtan's sleeves, and the next moment he dragged her past and rolled up his sleeves, revealing The hideous wound beneath it.

Zhao Yuan squeezed out a deep "Chuan" character between her eyebrows, and glared fiercely at Gu Xiangtan. If possible, Gu Xiangtan felt that he wanted to slap herself very much.

Zhao Yuan took a deep breath, it would only be like this when Gu Xiangtan suffered a big change and lost a loved one, but she was very unhappy in her heart, so she turned around and led the person into the house.

This small courtyard is about a hundred feet square. Apart from a tall grape trellis, there is only one stone table and three small stone benches. It is early spring at this time, and the grapes on the trellis have just sprouted. One piece, barely a scene.

It’s just that the inside of the house is really unspeakable. Except for the basic utensils, there is not even a single decorative thing. It is more shabby than ordinary people, let alone compared with the resplendent red walls and green tiles of Xiangguo Temple not far away.

Zhao Yuan sat on the only two chairs in the room. Seeing that Gu Xiangtan was still staring at herself, she nodded to the chair on the other side, signaling him to go and sit down.

Gu Xiangtan could only reluctantly let go of Zhao Yuan's hand.

With a cold face, Zhao Yuan asked Su Xi and An Yin, who had already been frightened to stand there immobile, to fetch hot water and medicine for wounds, and then asked Gu Xiangtan to put his hands on the table, and he wrung a hot handkerchief to put on his Under the wrist, another carefully cleaned his wound.

When Zhao Yuan lowered her head, the corners of her mouth were tense, and Gu Xiangtan could tell that he was very unhappy, and the faint tear mole was so angry that it turned bright red, but it looked particularly gorgeous.

And he also remembered that in the previous life, Zhao Yuan came to see him after learning about this incident, but at that time, he was struck by lightning, and he fell into boundless pain after seeing him for a while. Zhao Yuan was not good at showing emotions, and said What and what kind of performance he has been vague.

It was not until a few years later that Yan Fang accidentally told him that the Sixth Prince had written a book for himself on that day, so that Yan Fang could carefully familiarize himself with a person's habits and appearance, and when that person entered Beijing, he would serve him from then on. By the side, take good care of him.

At the same time, Zhao Yuan began to think about Gu Xiangtan everywhere, trying her best to keep him safe and healthy for the rest of his life.

At the same moment, Gu Xiangtan's heart was full of demons and obsessions. He couldn't see Zhao Yuan's sincere thoughts, and vowed not to give up until the capital was stained with blood.

Therefore, they took two completely different paths. Gu Xiangtan failed Zhao Yuan's expectations for him, and plunged into the vortex of hatred, lost his eyes, and harmed others and himself.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiangtan couldn't help but feel a little sour, and Zhao Yuan saw his pitiful appearance, and couldn't speak harshly and reprimanded him.

After treating the wound, Su Xi reheated the food and brought it to the table. The food was really good. The green and tender vegetables, the fried golden and crispy tofu skin wrapped in dried shreds, it can be seen that he put his heart into it.

Gu Xiangtan looked at these home-cooked dishes that he hadn't tasted for a long time, picked up the chopsticks, and distributed them to Zhao Yuan, Su Xi and An Yin, showing his first smile since waking up.

"Let's eat together."

Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings. Before entering Beijing, Gu Xiangtan remembered that they were all like this, and there was no distinction between master and servant. Of course, at this time, I should not know Zhao Yuan's true identity. The other party was just a young master who was kicked out from a rich family, and he thought that Zhao Yuan hadn't discovered who he was. After all, Gu Xiangtan's food, shelter, and living room were extremely simple, except for the occasional meeting of Master Guanyun. Came to check his pulse, but later Gu Xiangtan gradually figured out that Zhao Yuan already knew about his origin, but he never revealed it.

When Gu Xiangtan said this, Su Xi and An Yin naturally sat down obediently, and they were relieved if the young master could eat.

Zhao Yuan, on the other hand, paused for a moment before picking up the chopsticks.

The dishes are all made according to Gu Xiangtan's physique, and they are bland, almost tasteless for ordinary people, but Zhao Yuan did not show any disgust. Kites are really rare.

There was no talking when eating or sleeping, and there was only the clink of wooden chopsticks tapping on the bowls and plates. Looking at the way these people ate slowly, it didn't seem like the normal manners that ordinary farmers would have.

Gu Xiangtan took advantage of this to look at Zhao Yuan a few more times. He had a lot of things he wanted to say to him, but he didn't know how to speak, so he just stared greedily at the other party while thinking about it.

But when he noticed that Zhao Yuan's chopsticks had slowed down, Gu Xiangtan hurriedly looked away, as if he was a thief with a guilty conscience.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the courtyard again, and then a young man who looked like a guard appeared outside the door.

Zhao Yuan put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked, "What's wrong?"

The young man said, "Master, there are guests at home."

Zhao Yuan lives in another small courtyard half a cup of tea away from Gu Xiangtan. Of course, it looks very inconspicuous on the outside, but Gu Xiangtan has visited it. There are tables, chairs, paintings and bottles. They are not as exquisite as my own here, but there are few people serving in the courtyard. Apart from the guard Mou Fei in front of me, there is also Bi Fu, an old housekeeper and two old ladies, who are rarely seen at ordinary times. to people.

Mu Fei is not ignorant, if he is an ordinary guest, he will not bother him, since he has found him, it must be unusual.

So Zhao Yuan walked out.

Hearing the soft whispers from outside, Gu Xiangtan suddenly remembered that it was time for someone to come from Beijing at this time.