White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Master Umbrella is here◎

He only stayed in the palace for a whole day, chatted with Long Yuxin for a few hours, delivered gifts and letters, Wu Yan and Yang Qingyuan took a boat back to Yangui Island.After nightfall, Yang Qingyuan had just passed through the courtyard gate of Qinghui Pavilion, when a woman's voice happened to be heard behind him, calling 'Master Yuan', he immediately stopped and looked back.

A maid came forward quickly and explained the matter: "Young Master has orders to ask Master Yuan to go to the bathroom."

After hearing this, Yang Qingyuan knew Wu Yan's intentions, immediately turned around, walked out of Qinghui Pavilion, walked quickly to the bathroom, and told the maid who followed behind: "Get clothes for me."

The maid immediately asked: "Other than the middle coat, which coat does Master Yuan want?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "Just the robe with green crab shells and the light blue shirt with white lilac pattern."

The maid nodded, then turned around and quickly ran back to Qinghui Hall.Take these robes for Yang Qingyuan.

Yang Qingyuan opened the bathroom door, stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, raised the curtain, and saw Wu Yan at first sight.The cold-faced young man sitting in the bath was none other than Wu Yan.

As soon as he raised his head, Wu Yan said casually: "Why did you come? If it's later, I'm going to be out of the bath."

Yang Qingyuan didn't say a word, just took off his robe, walked into the bathing pool barefoot carefully, holding a cloth towel in his hand, Wu Yan immediately grabbed the wet cloth towel from his hand, and scrubbed his upper body without saying a word, until he When the scar was cut by the knife, his strength slowed down, and the pulp of his fingers couldn't help stroking the scar.

Looking at the scar, Wu Yan said: "Starting tomorrow, follow the old method to remove this scar."

Yang Qingyuan said bluntly: "Actually, I don't care about its existence."

Wu Yan replied: "I care, I don't want to see it exist on your body."

Back then, in order to marry Wu Yan, Yang Qingyuan signed the contract of selling himself from the Murong family, and he unconditionally obeyed the orders of Wu Yan, the future head of the Murong family, so he had no choice but to say: "I hope it doesn't hurt like it used to..."

A maid's voice came from outside the tent: "Master Yuan, the clothes are here."

Yang Qingyuan responded: "Understood."

Wu Yan wrapped his arms around Yang Qingyuan's waist, resting his head lightly on his shoulder, suddenly said: "In a few days, the persimmons should be ripe, come pick them with me."

Yang Qingyuan was curious: "There are persimmon trees on Yangui Island? Why didn't I know..."

Wu Yan replied: "In the south of Yangui Island, there are seven wild ancient persimmon trees. My great-grandfather left the persimmon seeds when he ate persimmons there. The seeds took root and sprouted there."

Yang Qingyuan couldn't help but burst out laughing, afraid of making Wu Yan unhappy, he quickly covered his mouth and restrained himself.But Wu Yan had already seen it, but he wasn't as worried as he thought, he just asked: "You have to promise me, when the time comes, take part of it to make a 'Jade Fox Ling'."

Yang Qingyuan replied: "Do you still remember the 'Jade Fox Ling'? Are you not afraid that it is the refreshment of the chief rudder of Xiyutai?... However, at that time, because the ingredients of Yangui Island were different from those of Xiyutai, I changed it slightly. Just a little."

Wu Yan announced generously: "From this hour tonight, it will be the refreshment of the Murong family."

Take a bath with five cups of tea, wash off the dirt on your body, and clear every inch of your skin. The moment the water comes out, the water droplets will slide down the skin and hit the stone steps and the ground of the bath under the soles of your feet. It doesn't matter if the ground is wet.

The dry and soft hemp towel started from the neck, absorbing all the water droplets, leaving only the freshness on the body. When the two put on the robes, they felt comfortable, relaxed, and sleepiness gradually hit their hearts.

Yang Qingyuan opened the door of the bathroom, and left the bathroom with Wu Yan. On the way, Yang Qingyuan suddenly mentioned: "That day, we entered the palace to meet Xuanjun Penglai, and then the Holy Majesty summoned me suddenly. There was a homicide."

Wu Yan listened, slightly taken aback: "It's that serial murder case again?"

Yang Qingyuan nodded slightly, and responded with a soft 'hmm'.

Wu Yan asked curiously: "Which family's young master suddenly went mad and killed his relatives?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "I heard that one morning before, the imperial court held a regular meeting as usual, and found that a seventh-rank official was missing during the roll call. There was a murder case the night before. His wife, daughter and youngest son, who had just reached the age of dancing spoons, were all killed by his eldest son. He escaped death by hiding in the hut, and the police quickly opened the door of the hut. , only to realize that he has been fainted in there all night."

After listening to the statement, Wu Yan smiled lightly: "You have great fortune, I heard that such a person is easy to get promoted and get rich."

Yang Qingyuan added: "I heard that that night, he locked himself in the hut, saw the shadow of the eldest son running around with a bloody knife on the door, and heard the eldest son calling himself loudly, he was so frightened that he couldn't breathe. He didn't dare to move. The Holy One said that the most feared thing in this murder case is not the disorder of the court, but... forcing the palace."

Wu Yan continued: "The Dazheng court has not been established for many years, and some people may object to it, but Xue Muhua alone really has this kind of ability?"

Yang Qingyuan shook his head lightly before replying: "He has a deep mind and there is no trick he can't do. When he first arrived at the helm of Xiyutai, in the third year he has already won over many powerful people in the door."

Wu Yan couldn't answer the words, so he just walked forward slowly, paying attention to the road under his feet.

When they arrived at the Qinghui Hall, the two climbed up to the small building. As soon as they reached the door of the dormitory, they saw four cats squatting in front of the door, as if they were obediently welcoming the two of them. They happened to be arranged in order of size from largest to smallest.

Wuyan bent down, only picked up Heihei, then opened the door and walked into the room.Yang Qingyuan squatted down halfway, picked up Nini and Langlang, unexpectedly Yuchan jumped onto his shoulders, and felt the weight of the heavy iron, but Yang Qingyuan only stood up slowly, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door .

After the lights went out, the two hugged each other under the quilt, slowly closed their eyes, chatted casually for a while, Wu Yan stroked the back of Shangyang Qingyuan's hand, only felt that this kind of love was worth experiencing in this lifetime, to go cherish.

Early in the morning, in a certain city, Huang Yancai had just come downstairs and came to the lobby of the inn, when he suddenly heard the clear sound of rain, the inn clerk hurriedly closed the window, but Huang Yan remained calm, and only ordered Zhu Yun who followed Zhan: "Go upstairs and give the deity the umbrella."

Zhu Yunzhan nodded bluntly in agreement with an 'Yes', and immediately ran upstairs.The clerk turned his head and saw that Huang Yan was about to go out, so he took a few steps closer and said, "It's raining, and the guest officer is going out?"

Huang Yan only glanced at the guy, but still pursed his lips, not answering.

The buddy continued to say with a playful smile: "The rain is not too heavy, the guest officer has to be careful when going out, the road is slippery when it rains."

Zhu Yunzhan ran downstairs with two oil-paper umbrellas, came to Huang Yan's side, and said, "Master, the umbrellas are here."

Huang Yan took one of the oil-paper umbrellas from Zhu Yunzhan's hand, walked outside the inn door, opened the umbrella cover by himself, and was the first to step into the rain curtain, Zhu Yunzhan followed behind, and stepped slowly. over wet ground.

On the street, there were ten times fewer figures and carriages coming and going than on a sunny day, and there were fewer carriages, only one slowly passing by Huang Yan's side.After that, it was difficult for the two to meet the carriage again.In the market that Huang Yan passed by, all kinds of small stalls disappeared, and the street suddenly became wide and deserted.

Zhu Yunzhan looked at the few shops that were only half open, and said to Huang Yan: "Master, I'll go and see if there is a delicious breakfast for Master."

Huang Yan only responded with a soft 'hmm', Zhu Yunzhan immediately walked away after hearing it, looking for shops along the street.Huang Yan still walked forward slowly, looking at the continuous rain curtain in front of him.

After the raindrops fell to the ground, they suddenly formed a paragraph of text. Huang Yan saw that someone had set up a spell. He lowered his head and looked at the paragraph of text carefully, only to see that the sentence was "Yan'er, where have you been?" .

Huang Yan hooked his lips and smiled lightly, and said to the rain curtain: "You used this technique again? Of our brothers and sisters, you are the only one who knows this technique. You are so ostentatious, are you afraid that people around me will see it?"

The rain falling on the ground changed into the text of "Who else is beside you besides Yunzhan?" Huang Yan continued towards the rain curtain: "I am on the street, you are lucky, now it is raining, the street Few people walked past me."

The text changed again, and it became 'be careful with your feet'.Huang Yan looked at it and said, "Do you just want to say these things to me? If my shoes get wet in this rain, I'll throw them away, buy new ones, and then go back to you for reimbursement."

The text continued to change and became "Where are you now?" Huang Yan simply said: "I am already in Taoxia territory, and I haven't eaten breakfast. If you don't withdraw this spell, you will make me stand on the wet and cold street." Hungry and thirsty?"

The text immediately changed to "I'll send you a message after nightfall", and then the spell disappeared. After the raindrops fell on the ground, they turned into small rivers as usual and flowed into the cracks in the ground.

Zhu Yunzhan just came back, still holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and a bulging thick paper bag in the other, which contained siu mai, steamed buns, and soybean milk in a large bamboo tube.Huang Yan didn't mention Zhu Yanfeng's matter, casually grabbed a big siu mai stuffed with mushrooms, bamboo shoots, dried pork and glutinous rice from the paper bag, and took a bite while walking.

Zhu Yunzhan didn't eat it first, and only waited for Huang Yan to eat before eating. Taking advantage of this moment, he opened his lips: "Yunxiuding is still six hundred miles away from here. It's raining now. Where is Master going?"

Huang Yan casually took out another siu mai from the paper bag, and after seeing that it was stuffed with corn, shrimp, and glutinous rice, he replied, "Go to the nearby Buddhist temple."

Zhu Yunzhan was slightly taken aback: "Master, believe in Buddhism...?"

Huang Yan said bluntly: "It's too boring in the inn. Go to the Buddhist temple and take a look. It's right to relax."

It is well known that Buddhist temples are clean and noiseless, the flowers and trees are fragrant and grow well, and the sound of eaves horses makes people feel peaceful. Many dignitaries are tired of drinking, singing, dancing, and go to Buddhist temples for a few days to cultivate their minds.Zhu Yunzhan immediately understood Huang Yan's intentions, and followed to a nearby Buddhist temple.

Holding a bamboo tube in his hand, a hollow reed tube passed through the thick paper seal. There was no soy milk in the bamboo tube. At this time, the rain had turned to light rain. Huang Yan handed the bamboo tube to Zhu Yunzhan for disposal. Yunzhan simply put it into the paper bag.

The two walked along the wet path, stepped on the moss-stained steps, passed through the open temple gate, and entered a Buddhist temple. When they looked up, they could see the copper and iron octagonal hollow lotus hanging under the curved eaves. Patterned eaves horse.The lotus-shaped pendulum suspended by the iron chain swayed slightly in the wind, and it rang inside the eaves horse, making a crisp bell sound, which was transmitted to the ears of the two.

Zhu Yunzhan looked around and couldn't help saying: "The scenery here is really good, I can smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus!"

Huang Yan took a look, chose the direction, and said, "Let's go."

Zhu Yunzhan looked towards the Daxiong Palace on a high place, and begged: "I want to go in and burn incense and pray for Zhayue."

After hearing this, Huang Yan had no intention of objecting. He only responded with a soft 'hmm', and left first, walking slowly along the path.

In order not to keep Huang Yan waiting too long, Zhu Yunzhan ran up the long steps and walked quickly into the Daxiong Hall.

Huang Yan didn't go far when he met an elderly man in an empty courtyard. The twelve ring scars on his bald forehead were really eye-catching. He was wearing a withered yellow monk's robe and holding a Buddhist bead. Identity is not half hidden.Huang Yan stopped and only looked at the monk.

Seeing him wandering around, the monk asked, "Did the almsgiver come to this temple to offer incense and pray for blessings, or is he looking for someone?"

Huang Yan replied simply: "Come relax."

The monk knew it well, but he didn't intend to drive him away. He just told him: "This temple is quiet and the vegetation is deep. The benefactor can visit it at will, but there are also forbidden places in the temple that are not convenient for outsiders to see. I hope the benefactor will consider it when visiting."

Huang Yan didn't answer, but just asked calmly: "Are you the abbot?"

The monk replied: "Yes, the poor monk is the abbot of this monastery."

Huang Yan asked again: "Have you ever heard of 'Huishan Temple sees the clear'?"

The abbot of the temple thought about it for a while, and then said: "The poor monk did accept a fellow practitioner named Jianqing in this temple 40 years ago. He came from Huishan Temple. Did the donor know him?"

Huang Yan also didn't answer, just asked what he wanted to know: "What happened to him here?"

The abbot of the temple replied: "It's been a long time. The poor monk only remembers that he stayed in the temple for a few days, preaching scriptures and teachings, repairing the temple, and nothing else."

Huang Yan didn't ask any more questions, just holding the oil-paper umbrella, he continued to walk forward, thinking: Yan Feng didn't leave any interesting past in this temple, could it be that he was so boring all those years?

Zhu Yunzhan caught up at this time and called 'Master'. Huang Yan didn't look back, but just raised his hand, feeling the rain with his palm and fingertips, and then told him: "After the rain stops, stay for another quarter of an hour before returning." go back."

Zhu Yunzhan immediately agreed, "It's all up to Master."