The happy life of the four masters of Qingbian

The next day, before dawn, Master Xinfeng picked up his apprentice from the bed. If he hadn't directly sealed Xian Yi's acupuncture points last night, he might have slipped away in the middle of the night. Now, After a little grooming, he went out, and after a whistle, a brown horse ran to the gate of Xianyun Temple.

"You...you...let go...you let go of me!" Xian Yi struggled all night, but just broke through the dumb acupoint sealed by the master, and still stammered a little.

Yinzhen must have never seen such a gentleman.

Xinfeng ignored it at all, simply raised his hand, pointed at the apprentice who was lying on the horse's back, and his ears became clear again.

Tong Fanghua went back to the palace last night and snatched Xianyi from the man in blue. It is expected that her sister will definitely find Xianyun Temple today, so she has to leave before her arrival.

At the age of 14, sister Fanghua married the emperor and has been at ease ever since.

At that time, with a youthful drive, he brand-newly sealed off the "Tong family without an older sister". From then on, he became a homeless wanderer who lived everywhere, until he returned to Beijing later. At that time, I met a little beggar who was beaten half to death in Qingfeng Building. I liked the light in the little guy's eyes, took in his apprentice, and raised him like a son.

Xianyun Temple is a second home.

I know that Tong Fanghua has been looking for her self-willed younger brother who ran away from home, but she gave up the surname "Tong". Sealed by the decree of Lord Kangxi... Lord Ruiying.

Xianyun Temple is on a small hillside, and the mountain is a muddy path after the rain. Xinfeng and Xianyi walked down the mountain slowly. The path is a bit bumpy. When facing this master, Xianyi is always powerless and helpless .

Three years ago, reluctantly, he was ordered by his teacher to enter the Fourth Master's Mansion.

Three years later, unwilling to be reconciled, he was forced to leave because of the prestige of his teacher.

"What's the trouble! You're dying, kid?" Xin Feng was alert, and immediately the kid wanted to break through the acupoint regardless. ".

Seeing that he was about to go down the mountain, he could gallop on the wide road. When his new eyes touched the red spot beside the big tree at the foot of the mountain, the whole body of the horse, compared to the disciple Xian Yi who had been acupunctured, was more beautiful. Be stiff.

He wanted to fly away, but found that his sister's eyes did not stay on him, but stared closely at Xian Yi who was on the horse, and he struggled a lot in his heart... Sigh, it was my sister who understood herself, and bowed her head resignedly to her fate. Tong Fanghua stepped forward.

It was just dawn.

She must have left the palace before the palace gate was opened.

Today, Tong Xinfeng is the little rabbit she guards against herself, "Sister."

"..." Fanghua looked at her younger brother, and before the horse stopped, she stepped forward and dragged him off the horse, "..." However, she wanted to open her mouth several times, but remained silent.

20 years, what kind of concept is this?

She never expected that when she married into the palace, she would lose a younger brother. No, she lost her entire family since then... Who said that she has no feelings for the Tong family who gave birth to her in this life?

When we don't meet each other, Tong Xinfeng can bury all his feelings deeply, "Sister, I'm back... I won't leave again..." Xinfeng, who has always been wanton and unruly, when we meet after 20 years, he is still the same as before The younger brother who is always impulsive and troublesome.

Fanghua smiled, "Never leave again? You kid always talk and don't count. You promised me at the beginning, but you left for 20 years."

Looking at my sister's smile, pain and guilt flashed across her brand new expression.

"This time I also made a note. If you run away without a word like this again, I will catch you next time and see if I will break your leg!" Teaching a big man is like teaching a young boy , coaxing, deceiving, and threatening.

"Sister..." Xinfeng just wanted to say a few words to please him, when he suddenly felt a very strange gaze staring at him, and turned his head suddenly, it wasn't that Xian Yi was on the horse. He stared intently, obviously with a look of "Damn it", "Ahem... Sister, this is my son, Tong Yan, hehe, I met Xiao Momo yesterday, they are a good match of……"

Tong Yan?Tong - Yan!

Old guy, tell me clearly, what son?What Tong Yan?What match?

Immediately, Xian Yi wanted to pinch the old guy's neck and question him, but unfortunately, he could only stare blankly at the moment, and then finally came back to his senses... The old guy actually called "Sister" to the imperial concubine?

"Oh?" Fanghua looked seriously appraised, glanced at Xian Yi a few times, and even nodded with some satisfaction, "Momo mentioned to me before that there is someone in Yinzhen's house A very interesting gentleman, I didn't take it to heart at first, but now it seems that I can rest assured that Momo will be handed over to him."

Hello?Empress Dowager, do you know what you are talking about?Xian Yi wasn't in a hurry this time, he was almost struck by this "thunder" and really fainted.

But the fact is that Xian Yi really fainted.

What happened after that, Xian Yi didn't know.

When he woke up, he returned to Xianyunju, thinking that at that time he was forced to break through the acupoints, but now he was really injured, and the master's kung fu was extremely domineering, Xian Yi only felt that his whole body was sore at the moment, and he couldn't lift it at all. work hard.

With a sound of "squeak", the door was opened, Xian Yi easily determined that it was the sound of Yinzhen's footsteps, "...cough cough...cough..." I wanted to speak, but coughed several times Voice.

Someone gently helped Xian Yi up, then gently patted his back to help him breathe, and then handed a warm teacup to his mouth... Unfortunately, this person is not Yinzhen.

Xian Yi's face was a little pale, Yin Zhen couldn't bear to look at it, but that's all, "You rest well, when the Ruiyinghou Mansion is taken care of, Uncle Feng will come to pick you up. "

Don't call me "sir" anymore.

Er Niang said, this is Tong Xinfeng, your uncle Feng, and that is Tong Yan, your cousin.

Uncle Feng said, entering Siye's mansion to be a counselor is the test question for Yan'er's adult test. After counting, the three-year agreement is still three months away, so let Yan'er move back after three months. Hou Fu.

The word "cousin" and the word "trial test question" made Yinzhen feel a little empty in his heart... Originally, there was some speculation, but now, although he is surprised, it is not difficult to accept.

Watching Yinzhen turn and leave, Xian Yi waved Wen Ke who was waiting on her to go out too, she just wanted to be alone for a while, there were many things that happened too suddenly.

Listen to Yinzhen's meaning, "Rui Yinghou's Mansion"?Come to think of it, the master's new seal is really surnamed "Tong", the younger brother of the imperial concubine.

Xian Yi became a "counselor" three years ago, so he is naturally familiar with all the major forces in Beijing. The "Rui Yinghou" who once became famous as a young man was indeed called Tong Xinfeng... However, before that, Xian Yi , How can Rui Yinghou be connected with Master Xinfeng?

Recalling Yinzhen's expression just now in his mind, Xian Yi has a bit of intuition that Yinzhen... must have misunderstood something.

However, the old guy didn't know where he went. Xian Yi's body had just been injured and he was so weak that even if he wanted to find out, he couldn't wait for this moment.

Just now, Yinzhen looked at Xian Yi with eyes that seemed to be separated by a long, long distance.

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"Er Niang, Er Niang... You promised, if Momo is not willing, she will never marry and stay with you...Your words don't count..." Er Niang is most afraid of being pestered and acting like a baby, Momo is saving enough at this moment. After a lot of effort, Er Niang must be changed. Taking advantage of Huang Ama's absence in Beijing, as long as there is no imperial decree to refer to marriage, everything will turn around.

"Huh? Didn't Momo say that he likes that new half-immortal? Now, he is your uncle Feng's son. With his status, you like him again. Why not?" Fanghua joked unhurriedly, but she really did. With a little thought, Momo's lifelong event for this child is something she can't let go of.

"Emiang...he...he...he actually...he is..." Momo was in a hurry and didn't know what to do?How could she rob someone with the fourth brother?In Momo's heart, Xin Banxian has already belonged to the fourth brother.

But Momo didn't dare to say this and yell at Er Niang a few times. She was not sure, what would Er Niang's attitude be?What's more, when Xianyun lived, Momo had already agreed to Xianyi to keep it a secret.

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Xian Yi learned from Wen Ke that he had been in a coma for two days. Of course, it was a man-made drowsiness. There were obviously several flavors in the master's newly opened prescription.

After waking up that day, Yinzhen's shadow was no longer seen until night.

Drowsy is another night.

"Get out of my way! My father came to see the future Gu Lun's son-in-law, why not? They are all men, how can he be so delicate? How can he take care of Momo..." The young man's arrogant voice made Xian Yi He squinted his eyes, his emotions unclear.

"Baye calm down! Young Master is still ill and still awake..." Wen Ke stopped at the door, speaking in a low voice, but he was uncompromising.

"cough!"

The eighth elder brother Yinhu, who was originally relentless, immediately silenced the coughing sound coming from behind, and was honestly called away by the fourth elder brother's look.

In the room, Xian Yi listened to Yin Zhen's footsteps, gradually drifting away.

The "Gu Lun forehead" in the mouth of the eighth prince?

The "little lord" in Wenke's mouth?

Xian Yi tightly clenched his fists under the quilt, held his breath, and understood a little bit in his heart.