Holy Monk, your benefactor is dead!

Not long after, the door opened again, and it was still the old man, but the expression on his face had changed. He was respectful, and it could even be said that he looked at Jing Yan with trepidation and bowed again and again.

"I don't know that the master is a distinguished guest. I hope the master will not take it to heart because I used to talk a lot."

"No problem." Jing Yan stretched out his hand to stop the old man from apologizing, and asked, "I don't know if the little monk..."

"Look at this old slave's memory, the master is waiting in the living room, master, please this way, please..." The old man slapped his head violently, and turned sideways with a little annoyance to lead Li Yun into the mansion.Seeing that Jing Yan lifted the giant wooden box on one side, he couldn't help being a little stunned, and then he took two steps forward to lift the wooden box, subconsciously, Jing Yan took two steps to the side to avoid the old man's stretched Facing the astonished eyes of the old man, he explained calmly.

"This thing is afraid that the donor cannot bear its weight."

"It turns out that this is the case, the old slave is being abrupt."

The old man led Jing Yan through the corridor and through the forest path. After about half a minute, he finally stopped. The old man motioned for Jing Yan to wait again, and he went to report again. Without further ado, he led a gray shirt The boy appeared in front of Jing Yan.

The young man waved to the old man beside him, without saying much, he directly saluted Jing Yan, "Please!"

Leading all the way to a hall, the young man only motioned for Jing Yan to enter, and then quietly retreated.

When Jing Yan walked in, he saw a middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back, holding a jade pendant in his left hand, even if Jing Yan walked two meters behind him, the man didn't look back.

Jing Yan softly placed the wooden box in his hand on the side coffee table, bowed and performed a Buddha ceremony.

"Amitabha, my little monk Jingyan has met King Huai'an."

The king of Huai'an turned around, and saw that he was full of elegant book, his eyes were sharp, he sized up Jing Yan, then he stretched out his left hand and handed it to Jing Yan with a solemn tone; "I don't know where the little master came from for this jade pendant." come?"

"Naturally, I come from where I come from, and I go to where I go. Why do you need to ask more questions?"

"If you don't ask, how does this king know when the little master, who is outside the world, is interested in intervening in this chaotic world?" King Huai'an looked at the jade pendant. The jade pendant came from him. Who, just a little angry, that person didn't even dare to trust himself when he returned to Beijing, and didn't dare to come to meet him.

"The little monk was just entrusted by someone to return one person to the prince." While speaking, Jing Yan had already opened the cold wooden box, and the amber in the wooden box was lying quietly in the cold ice, with the same eyebrows, Just like when he left.

"Amber?" Huai'an Wang looked at it and turned pale in shock. He took two steps back and yelled in disbelief. After realizing his gaffe, he subconsciously looked behind him.

The door curtain of the hall behind was suddenly pulled open, and a well-maintained middle-aged woman almost staggered and rushed in front of King Huai'an, grabbing King Huai'an's arm with her slender and round fingers, and said urgently, "Husband, did you call me just now?" It's Amber, she, where is she?"

King Huai'an looked at his wife's eager face with pity. He didn't speak, but his eyes once again fell on the daughter who was quietly lying in the wooden box. He never thought that when they met again, they were already separated by yin and yang.

Seeing that King Huai'an had been silent for a long time, the woman followed his line of sight suspiciously, and couldn't help seeing the scene that made her heartbreak, her Pearl, her daughter!

How could..., how could this be?

The princess's face turned pale in an instant, she let go of King Huai'an's sleeves with her hands weakly, and almost staggered down on the table.She trembled, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and caressed that cold and frozen face.

"My son! Why are you so heartless and cruel to leave mother alone? Do you know that mother has been looking for you so hard all these years... woo woo..."

"It's just a villain, why are you crying for her?" King Huai'an opened his mouth, but in the end Huai'an gave a harsh sentence. Unfortunately, under Jing Yan's sight, King Huai'an's slightly trembling hands hidden under his sleeves were exposed. His mood at the moment.

"My lord, she is your direct daughter! Now that she has passed away, why do you do this?"

"Hmph, she's just an evil girl. What happened back then, she lost all the face of my royal family. Such a shameless evil girl, this king has already kicked her out of the house." After finishing speaking, King Huai'an closed his eyes, Turn her back, no matter what, even if she is the daughter of her own who has been pampered by him for more than ten years, her name has been crossed out on the genealogy as early as when she chose to renege on her marriage contract and leave this family. Allow yourself any tenderness.

Hearing this, the concubine stopped crying. She looked at her husband in disbelief. She wanted to walk over, but she collapsed on the ground. He stretched out his hand to grab the hem of his robe, looked up at his tear-stained face, and begged bitterly: "My lord, you, don't you want to let your daughter die? She is our daughter! Don't you even want her to die?" Don't you give me a place to stay in the future?"

"It's not my king..." Just as King Huai'an was about to say no again, he saw Jing Yan shaking his head slightly, and he closed his mouth in doubt, his eyes followed Jing Yan's figure and fell on Hu Po again .

"Female benefactor, I offended you." Jing Yan bowed to Hu Po, took out a handkerchief from her bosom and placed it in her palm, closed her eyes, and then gently pulled up the sleeve on Hu Po's abdomen. , revealing a cinnabar mole that is not less beautiful even if it is frozen by the cold.

"My lord, my concubine, please look."

King Huai'an looked at Jing Yan's movements suspiciously. When he saw the bright red cinnabar, he even felt his body stiffen for a moment. Maybe it was just a moment, maybe just a few breaths, but King Huai'an But it felt like a century was so long, he pointed at the cinnabar in disbelief, he rubbed his forehead as if trying to cover the reddish eye sockets at the moment, he whispered in his mouth, he blamed himself endlessly.

"This, this is...! My God! My son, my son. My father wronged you, my father wronged you!"

Maybe my daughter has been waiting for me, but...

"Cinnabar... Master, have you seen that Pearl's cinnabar is still there, she is innocent, innocent..."

Surprise, regret.

Confused, sorry.

It's a pity that everything has nothing to do with Jingyan, his karma has come to an end, and...

Jing Yan looked at the joy and sorrow in front of him, he was like a bystander, a passerby.

He saluted silently, turned around and left the room, nodded to the boy who was puzzled but did not dare to go in, and left alone.

Outside the door, Jing Yan stood there alone, waiting.

Inside the door, the old man poked his head out from time to time, with a hesitant expression on his face, wanting to ask, but he didn't dare to ask.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Yun finally appeared at the corner again. He came on the wind, strolling leisurely but full of sorrow, walked up to Jing Yan, and nodded slightly.

He didn't look at the palace behind him, nor did he stop, only sighed softly.

"Let's go!"

One after the other, they returned by their own way.

Silence, silence.

Spread silently.

suddenly……

Jing Yan's footsteps stopped, he turned and looked at the empty street behind him, as if he was waiting for something?

"What's the matter?" Li Yun was dozens of steps away from Jing Yan, and only then did he realize that Jing Yan hadn't followed him. He turned his head strangely, looking at the empty street, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"and many more."

"But someone?" Li Yun blurted out almost subconsciously. Although he doesn't know martial arts, but after all, he was born in a family of generals, and this kind of innate intuition cannot be matched by ordinary people.

Jing Yan didn't reply, but Li Yun frowned slightly, he looked at the empty street solemnly, every muscle in his body was vigilant.

at last……

A blue and black figure appeared within the sight range of his eyes, and that person walked quickly. When he saw Jing Yan and Li Yun standing still, he was stunned for a moment, then delighted, and his pace was three points faster than before. Almost running all the way to Jing Yan, he glanced at Li Yun slightly, like a stranger.

But... Li Yun easily recognized him, the personal bodyguard of King Huai'an, Zhang Lie.

"Little master is very polite. My lord wants me to tell the little master two words. One is that I know it is him, and the other is that it is really him." Zhang Liao bowed to Jing Yan, and at the same time held out a He patted Jing Yan's chest flatly.

"Be careful." Li Yun exclaimed, but still couldn't stop it.

That palm seemed to be extremely slow, but in the blink of an eye, it had already touched Jing Yan's chest. The palm force seemed to be heavy, but it was like sinking into the sea without waves or breath.

With one palm, he opened his hand and closed it for an instant. He took a meaningful look at Jing Yan, who was as indifferent as an old monk in meditation, and said softly: "Sorry, thank you."

Then he turned around, and disappeared in front of the two of them almost within a few traversals.

He didn't say a word to Li Yun from the beginning to the end, but the person who said what he said was undoubtedly Li Yun, but at this moment Li Yun didn't have time to think about it, he almost rushed to Jing Yan in a few steps, grabbed He took a closer look at the cassock on his cuffs. When he was in Beijing, he had a lot of conversations with Zhang Liao. This man is very good at martial arts, and there are few opponents in the capital. It's a bit worrying to confront tension.

"Little monk. Is there something wrong?"

"Don't worry, benefactor, the monk is fine." Faced with Li Yun's eagerness, Jing Yan took a step back uncomfortably, pushed Li Yun's hand away with a little force, and his tone was a little uncomfortable.

Hearing that Jingyan was fine, the breath in his heart that had been lifted into his throat finally dissipated, Li Yun pretended not to care and withdrew his hand, showing a look of disdain, "Don't be sentimental, now you are connected with my life , I just don’t want to die in an unclear way.”

"Benefactor, what you said is very true, I will remember it in my heart."

"You..." Jing Yan's serious answer instantly choked Li Yun, he simply stopped talking about other things, turned around and strode away, leaving only a whisper that fell into Jing Yan's ears with the wind.

"Wooden fish fool."

Jing Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled.

Going with Li Yun, leaving the night alone, complaining about the loneliness of the night.

In the Huai'an mansion, Zhang Lie had already returned to his life and left, leaving only Huai'an King who had calmed down. He stood in front of the window, stretched out his hand to stroke the beautiful beard on his chest, looked at the cold night in that side, and sighed softly. The guilt that has been hanging for several months has been slightly reduced.

"My lord, why didn't you tell him about that?" The princess with reddish eyes carried a cloak from behind the screen and walked behind King Huai'an. She put the cloak on the identity of King Huai'an, and couldn't help expressing her doubts. .

"The time has not come, and this is not the king's credit, so why say more."

"So that's the case, it's just a pity for this child, alas..."

"Indeed, it's a pity..."