The scumbag son-in-law dressed as a husband

As soon as the elder's words fell, the expressions of several people changed slightly.

Yu Chuxi opened his eyes slightly, he never expected that the abbot of Qixia Temple would come to an old friend today, and it happened that there would be one less room he had reserved in advance.

Yu Chuxi glanced towards Xie Shu almost subconsciously.

But when he saw Xie Shu's frown suddenly, the secret joy that Yu Chuxi felt inexplicably just now disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that Yu Chuxi didn't answer for a while, the elder couldn't help but think a little more. In the past three years, although the benefactor Yu said he was married, he had always come alone and never mentioned his husband. They really match each other very well, and the elders will wonder if the two of them are...

The next moment, Yu Chuxi showed a faint smile again, and he said calmly: "It's okay, so be it."

Seeing that Yu Chuxi agreed so freely, the elder forgot his doubts in a blink of an eye, thanked Yu Chuxi for his understanding, and then personally led the way and accompanied the two to the Buddhist hall in the temple to pray.

Along the way, Xie Shu originally wanted to have a few words with Yu Chuxi, but Yu Chuxi and the elder kept walking ahead, and Xie Shu didn't find the right time.

When it was time to offer incense in the main hall of Qixia Temple, Xie Shu no longer cared about it all the time.

I saw the majestic buildings here, the solemn Buddha statues, and the unfinished sandalwood incense burning from other pilgrims in the hall. The monks in cassocks sat cross-legged, chanting scriptures, and the knocking of wooden fishes sounded regularly, which was solemn and solemn. .

Xie Shu followed the gentleman, took three sticks of incense, and finished praying silently.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the elder had already left first, and a few young monks led them to eat some vegetarian food later.

Xie Shu just remembered what happened just now and said: "Mr. Sir, since there is one room missing today, I will squeeze with Ximo and the others..."

Before Xie Shu could finish speaking, Yu Chuxi cut off lightly: "Do you want to see me joke?"

Xie Shu didn't expect Mr. Lang to say such serious words, so he hurriedly went to look at him, only to see that Yu Chuxi's expression was different from the past, extremely dull, without a trace of warmth in his eyes, that extremely beautiful face in the setting sun's rays Under the light, it reveals a bit of glamor.

Xie Shu's heart tightened for a moment, and he suddenly thought of why Lang Jun was angry.

Although he and Lang Jun are a couple in name, but outsiders don't know, what do they think in the eyes of others?

Seeing that Mr. Lang was sad, Xie Shu explained helplessly: "Mr. Lang, what I said just now didn't mean that. I was just worried that Mr. Lang would be abrupt..."

Although Yu Chuxi also guessed why Xie Shu frowned just now, but seeing him explaining so anxiously at this moment, Yu Chuxi didn't know whether to blame him for still being between them now. Open that clear line, or should I be angry with him for being so scrupulously polite and cautious?

Just when Yu Chu was breathing with mixed feelings, he heard a man's voice gently asking softly: "If you don't dislike me..."

The corners of Yu Chuxi's lips pursed slightly, just don't look at him.

On the side of the peaks and ridges of the back mountain of Qixia Temple, there is a long pavilion.

Although the long pavilion faces the cliff on one side, it is a rare place to enjoy the scenery.

Next to the long pavilion, there is a sky pine tree protruding from the cliff, with dense branches like a cover, just enough to shelter from the wind and rain. Looking up, it seems that one can pass through the boundless high sky and penetrate into the sea of ​​smog and clouds.

At this time, there were two people playing chess in the pavilion. The person on the left was wearing a red kapok cassock, which was the abbot of Qixia Temple, Master Xuanzhen, while the other was wearing cloth cotton shoes, which looked like ordinary people.

Xuan Zhen said with a smile, "Brother Jiang, I didn't expect you to choose to retire and return home at this time."

The person in front of him is Jiang Hong, who used to serve as a sacrificial wine for the Imperial Academy, but who would have thought that this well-known contemporary Confucian looks so inconspicuous, and the first thing he does when he returns to Jinling is to come here. What about Qixia Temple?

Jiang Hong laughed at himself: "I'm getting older, isn't that the case?"

Xuanzhen showed disbelief: "This appointment will be at the latest in the seventies. Brother Jiang, I think you are still very young. I have heard that the current emperor has tried to persuade you to stay several times."

Jiang Hong laughed and shook his head, he didn't know that the rumors outside were so exaggerated, in fact, the Holy Majesty only left his official post once in accordance with the previous regulations.

Jiang Hong couldn't help explaining: "It's not that I don't want to stay, it's that I can't stay."

Xuanzhen was taken aback when he heard the words: "How could this be? You, as the Imperial Academy offering wine, should not be in this position!"

It’s no wonder Xuanzhen has such doubts. Guozijian is the highest school in Daqing, located in Kyoto, and Guozijian Jijiu is an official position of the fourth rank, equivalent to the principal of Guozijian. The main task on weekdays is to master university law and teaching exams , is a position that cannot be more secure, how could it be impossible to keep it?

Jiang Hong narrowed his wrinkled eyes and showed a sneer. Perhaps no one can tell, but at this moment he can mention a few words in front of this old friend: "You also know that since the late emperor decided to continue the previous dynasty, According to the regulations, since Guangkai Enke recruited people of insight from all over the world, there have been many people from poor families in the court, but the Guozijian still follows the old habit. Except for a small number of outstanding talents recommended by localities, the rest are descendants of the clan and others. Only the sons of officials of the third grade or above can enter.

Now the gap between the aristocratic family and the poor family is getting deeper and deeper, so how can the atmosphere of the Guozijian improve?However, in order to appease the people, His Majesty refuses to reform the system of the Imperial College, and as the highest institution of higher education, the Imperial College must not lag behind other institutions, the pressure can be imagined..."

Of course, what Jiang Hong didn’t say was that the Guozijian has been involved in the battle between the two princes, and this is the most important reason why Jiang Hong decided to leave...

Xuanzhen sighed again and again when he heard the words, if it wasn't for what Jiang Hong said, he would hardly have imagined that the highest school in Daqing would have such a secret, no wonder Jiang Hong would choose to retreat bravely at this time.

Seeing that his old friend had a bad complexion after recalling this, Xuan Zhen skipped the topic and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this, what are your plans for coming back this time?"

Jiang Hong sighed half-jokingly: "I haven't been back to Jinling for 20 years, and my old friends and relatives have long been scattered. It's better to find a place to live in seclusion."

How could Xuanzhen believe it? He said with a smile: "You are talented and talented, so you really plan to live in seclusion here. Isn't it a pity? Besides, as soon as the news of your return came this time, many families in Jinling were ready to take thousands of dollars. Come to worship you, sir! If you have the heart, I will let go of the news..."

Hearing this, although Jiang Hong's face did not change, he still couldn't hide a bit of disdain in his eyes and said: "Money burns my eyes, fame and fortune burns my heart. If my ambition is here, why would I go back to Jinling?"

Xuanzhen couldn't help but smile, Jiang Hong has become a famous Confucianist all over the world, he is no longer the poor scholar who lived in the temple, and he has been the abbot of Qixia Temple for 20 years, and he is no longer the little novice monk who devoted himself to the Buddha .

But Xuanzhen just turned around, and the friendship between the two would not be diminished because of this, he continued to ask: "Then you really don't plan to accept another disciple?"

Jiang Hong hesitated for a moment, and suddenly thought of the young man he met when he went up the mountain today.

This person is far superior to ordinary people in appearance and conversation, and the phrase "practice" has won Jiang Hong's heart, but he doesn't know the identity of this person.

But the rest of Jiang Hong was fine, except that he had to be cautious about accepting disciples, so as not to make another big mistake.

So Jiang Hong was silent for a moment and just said: "Let's see it later."

At this moment, the elder came over and replied: "Master, I have told benefactor Yu just now, and benefactor Yu also agreed."

After the elder left, Jiang Hong said thoughtfully: "Your Qixia Temple is very popular now, and I don't know which family I took up when I came here temporarily this time?"

Xuan Zhen laughed loudly and said, "There's nothing wrong with that, it's the Yu family, who is very rich in Jinling..."

Xie Shu and Yu Chuxi followed the little monk to eat.

Xie Shu had never eaten vegetarian food in a temple before, and only now did he know that vegetarian food can be so delicious.

The vegetarian dishes here are mostly made of wild fungi from deep mountains, fresh melons and fruits, and local wild vegetables.

It seems that this vegetarian restaurant is also a must in this Qixia Temple.

After eating vegetarian food and enjoying the sunset and mountain scenery, the sky is getting dark, and it's time to go to bed.

The meditation room where the two lived was in a side courtyard, with green pines and green bamboos, and the courtyard was quiet.The meditation room is full of sandalwood furniture, the windows are bright and clean, and the floor is not stained.

After Xie Shu entered, he felt that he had nowhere to stay. Because of the renovation, the furnishings in the room were very simple, with only a bed, a table and chairs.

Fortunately, Fenghe and the others are here now, Xie Shu is not so uncomfortable yet.

Here, Feng He was cleaning and tidying up the gentleman, and while no one was paying attention, she secretly stuffed a box of ointment in the gentleman's hand.

The moment Yu Chuxi got the ointment, he almost missed and fell out.

Seeing this, Feng He was very anxious, and before Mr. Xie noticed it, he hurriedly asked Mr. Xie to hide it.

Yu Chuxi's complexion changed several times, and he reluctantly took it back, then lowered his voice and said, "Why do you give me this?"

Feng He explained with a proud face: "Mr. Lang, you must be very tired after walking so much today. Later, I can ask Xie Xianggong to help you rub your legs with ointment!"

When Feng He was looking through his bags just now, he remembered this bone coagulation paste for treating bruises. Fortunately, he brought everything with him this time, otherwise Mr. Lang doesn't know how long the pain will be...

And it happens to be able to ask Xie Xianggong to help, so that the gentleman can take the opportunity to get close to Xie Xianggong?

After Feng He finished speaking, she waited for Lang Jun's compliment.

Yu Chuxi's eyes also changed from being complicated at the beginning to admiring. This method is very good...

But at night, Yu Chuxi found that the actual situation was not as smooth as he thought.

First of all, the wooden couch in the meditation room was bigger than he imagined. After Yu Chuxi slept in it, Xie Shu also lay on it in his middle coat. He seemed to deliberately keep a distance from himself, not only sleeping on the outer edge, but also like a statue.

In this way, how can Yu Chuxi occupy the past?

Secondly, he really wanted to take out this ointment, but if he really wanted the other party to apply it, it would be too deliberate...

Until the moon and stars were thin and everything was silent, Yu Chuxi failed to take the first step. Instead, because of climbing the mountain today, the sequelae of overuse of legs and feet came, and they were sore and swollen, which was terribly uncomfortable.

Yu Chuxi's breathing became more and more unsteady. He really couldn't fall asleep. In the night, he quietly turned over and stared at Xie Shu with his face sideways.

Seeing that Xie Shu still didn't move, his eyes were closed, his chest heaved gently, neither fast nor slow, obviously lying flat beside him, but he felt so far away.

Xie Shu didn't dare to open his eyes, he could feel Lang Jun looking at him, he could smell the faint sweet fragrance from his body, lingering in the curtain, his breath couldn't be ignored, it was silent hooked up at night.

At this moment, Xie Shu suddenly felt a soft and warm touch coming from his side, and the man's voice was muffled, a little aggrieved: "Xie Shu, my leg hurts."

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