How to Avoid a Flirty Ex-Partner

Before Fu Tingqiu had time to tell Xie Yan about his encounter with Liang Tianque, Xie Yan's letter reached him first.

After opening the letter and reading two lines, he couldn't help covering his face, wondering what his father had done during the past few days when he was in a coma.

When Fu Qingsong heard that he was back, he came to look for him with Fu Lai who was carrying the medicine. Seeing that he was holding the letter with a horrible expression on his face, he couldn't help but wonder, what happened to him?

Fu Qingsong: "Elder Xu has told you who you want to know?"

Fu Tingqiu nodded, and said to Fu Lai: "You go out first, I have something to talk to the master."

Fu Lai hesitated, but when he saw Fu Qingsong nodded invisibly, he just bowed and retreated.

Seeing Fu Lai closing the door, Fu Tingqiu handed the letter to Fu Qingsong, and said weakly, "Father, what did you say to Xie Yan?"

Fu Qingsong looked innocent: "I didn't say anything, I just said that you were ambushed by the Fusang Gate on the way home, and you were seriously injured. Let him finish dealing with the affairs of Xuanji City and come to Wanqiu Villa to look for you."

Fu Tingqiu knows how to believe, he is really a ghost, he pointed at the sentence "I already know his mind" on the letter, and said seriously: "Then what do you mean by that?"

Fu Qingsong saw that Fu Tingqiu's face was not very good-looking, and he didn't want to delay Fu Tingqiu because of such things. He confessed truthfully: "I just asked him as an elder if he intends to form a partner with you. What? My son thinks that I Meddling your business?"

Fu Tingqiu has nothing to say, what is this called?The matter between him and Xie Yan had some clues, so Fu Qingsong couldn't wait to ask Xie Yan, if it were Xie Yan, it probably wouldn't be an embarrassment that could be uncovered.

Fu Qingsong saw that his complexion was even worse, so he couldn't help worrying: "If he refuses to be honest with you and makes you chase after him hard, I'm afraid the result will not be very good."

Fu Tingqiu said with a straight face: "I make my own decision on this matter, father, I want to return Languangling to the Hehuan faction."

Fu Qingsong was startled slightly, frowned and said: "Do you have friendship with the Hehuan faction?"

Fu Tingqiu: "I have some friendship with girl Weiyi in the famous world. I want to ask whether the grievances between my father and the Hehuan faction are really unresolved. In recent years, the momentum of Wanqiu Villa has remained the same as before, but the reality is not as good as before. The downhill road is not good. It is obvious, and after a long time, people with a heart will naturally see it."

Fu Qingsong sighed: "I understand what you mean. It is because of this that you let me befriend the Jiang family. Now you are talking about the Acacia Sect with me. How can I not understand."

Fu Tingqiu only heard Fu Qingsong mention his grievances with the Hehuan faction, but Fu Qingsong never clarified the details.

Fu Qingsong pushed the medicine bowl in front of Fu Tingqiu, and said softly: "Drink the medicine first, let me talk to you slowly about the Acacia Sect."

Fu Tingqiu frowned after drinking the medicine.

Fu Qingsong lost his mind for a moment, and heard the sound of the bottom of the bowl gently falling on the table, he came back to his senses, and told the past that had been dusty for many years.

After Fu Qingsong finished speaking, Fu Tingqiu felt incredible.

He looked at Fu Qingsong and said in disbelief: "So, because the sect master of the sect had a romantic relationship with you without telling his identity, that's why..."

Fu Qingsong blushed, trying to maintain his face and said: "If she confessed, I would not mind her identity, but she cheated first, and then abandoned her at the end, how can I not be angry?"

Fu Tingqiu couldn't help laughing: "It's clear that you were so angry that you found an excuse for yourself, and put away the Languang bell, waiting for someone to come to find you in person."

Fu Qingsong said melancholy: "I'm afraid we won't be able to wait. She is long gone. I think my father is very anxious about you and Xie Yan. This trip beyond the Great Wall will be very dangerous. If..."

Fu Qingsong couldn't continue, his eyes were red, he stopped looking at Fu Tingqiu, and turned to look elsewhere.

Fu Tingqiu understands what Fu Qingsong means, there are too many surprises in life, Fu Qingsong is telling him as someone who has been there, to cherish the people in front of him.

After hearing about the matter between Fu Qingsong and the Hehuan faction, he was not relieved, but his heart was heavy.

Fu Qingsong's expression had calmed down, and he said as usual: "Before getting up and going to Xuanji City, let's go see your mother first, she hasn't seen you for a long time, and misses you very much."

Fu Tingqiu thought of Mrs. Fu's calm appearance, and couldn't help asking: "My mother knows..."

Before he finished talking, Fu Qingsong interrupted: "She knows it, and she is willing to marry me."

Fu Tingqiu: "My mother is really a prime minister who can pull a boat. She can bear it."

Fu Qingsong said with a smile: "If she doesn't love me, she doesn't care. After giving birth to you, she wholeheartedly converted to Buddhism. Don't ask about the mundane world."

Fu Tingqiu: "Then hold the light..."

Fu Qingsong thought for a while, and said, "If you want to pay it back, then you can. Anyway, we don't lack one or two treasures in our villa."

Fu Tingqiu nodded, thinking: If Hua Yi heard this, I don't know how she would feel.

A few days later, Fu Tingqiu's injury healed up a lot. Fu Lai was brought with him, and Fu Tingqiu bid farewell to Fu Qingsong and embarked on the road of visiting his mother.

The place where Mrs. Fu devotes herself to cultivating Buddhism is not far from Xuanji City, so it is considered a convenient way. On the day of departure, Fu Tingqiu sent a letter to Xie Yan, asking Xie Yan to make preparations.

As for why Xie Yan was prepared, Fu Tingqiu himself did not understand.

Xie Yan closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, the news that Qingfeng just sent in his hand, although the status of the Eight Gods Hall outside the Great Wall is not as good as that of the Fusang Sect, but it is not to be outdone, especially in the past few years under the leadership of Xiao Yunsheng, it has been closely related to the Fusang Sect in many matters. have equal shares.

The world of self-cultivation outside the Great Wall is only more complicated than that in the Central Plains. Leaving aside the Bashen Temple and Fusang Gate, there is now a Seven Star Village. Two days ago, he and Qingfeng went to Furong Pavilion pretending to be ordinary people. Before they could find out anything, they saw Bai Chang Zui and Bai Dugui returned. In order to avoid confrontation with Bai Changzui, the two had to leave early.

The spies couldn't find any more useful information from the Furong Pavilion.

Because after Furong Pavilion was taken over by Qixingzhai, a lot of eyeliners in the pavilion were pulled out. If it weren't for the clever eyeliner of Zhinanlou, they would have died by now, and their corpses were in the wilderness.

What is certain right now is that the Fusang Gate and the Bashen Temple fell out, and they turned around and colluded with Qixing Village.

The difficulty lies in the Qixing Village, the people in the Central Plains know very little about it, but there are very few useful news from outside the Great Wall, this has become a variable.

Qingfeng went and came back again, his eyebrows and eyes were solemn: "Bai Changzui has returned to Beyond the Great Wall."

Xie Yan opened his eyes, his gaze was cold: "Xiao Yunsheng has already gone back first, he is afraid that it will be later, and the overlord outside the Great Wall may change hands."

Qingfeng hesitated to speak.

Xie Yan looked at him: "When did you learn from mother-in-law?"

Qingfeng wanted to throw Jin Suan in his face, but felt sorry for Jin Suan being exploited, so he had to endure it and said: "Fu Tingqiu is here."

There was a glimmer of light in Xie Yan's eyes, and he said: "It's been more than a month, and his injuries should not be fully healed yet."

Qingfeng saw that his complexion was different from usual, so he said strangely: "Lang Yue told me earlier that you are different from Fu Tingqiu, I still didn't believe it, but now I see that you are clearly..."

Xie Yan: "What else did Langyue say?"

Qingfeng shook his head, and said with a dry smile: "He is happy to see you a little popular, but he is afraid that you will be deceived by him if you associate with Fu Tingqiu."

Xie Yan remained silent, he thought, how could he repeat the same mistakes he had gone through in his previous life?

Qingfeng said again: "But in my opinion, Fu Tingqiu also has feelings for you, and he should be more serious than others. If he is willing to treat you sincerely, it is understandable for you to return the sincerity."

Xie Yan: "I know what's on my mind, what else do you want?"

Seeing that he wanted to drive people away because of his talk, Qingfeng couldn't help complaining: "As an older brother, it's hard for me to care about my younger brother, but in the end my younger brother doesn't appreciate it, let's just treat it as my older brother's momentary confusion."

He left in a hurry.

After Qingfeng left, Xie Yan just picked up the letter he put on the table. It was a letter from Wanqiu Villa. Qingfeng had already read it, so he knew that Fu Tingqiu had arrived, but he couldn't help but unfold the letter. , stroking each word of the letter with his fingers, he couldn't help but wonder what Fu Tingqiu looked like when he wrote it.

He and Fu Tingqiu separated for several months, and it was a lie to say that he didn't miss him.

Before he knew it, Fu Tingqiu had taken root in his heart and grown into an unshakable giant tree. It was difficult to ignore or forget, and the seizures from time to time reminded him of the intimacy between the two of them. Fu Tingqiu's miss was even deeper.

Xie Yan took a deep breath, then slowly heaved a sigh of relief, put the letter away, and calmed down.

Looking at the densely packed steps, Fu Tingqiu felt his scalp numb. He sighed and said, "Mrs. Fu asked me to come and see her to test whether I have been lazy all these years?"

Fu Lai was frightened: "My lord, do you really have to go up these thousand steps step by step?"

Fu Tingqiu sighed again: "Holy Land of Buddhism, don't you want to fly with the sword? You want to be beaten down by the teacher in the nunnery, I can't afford to lose face like this."

When Fu Lai heard it, he shrank immediately: "Young master said so, then there is no other way."

Fu Tingqiu lifted his foot up the steps, and murmured: "If I finish walking the thousand steps, and make a few more prostrations to make Xie Yan confide my sincerity, I would also like to climb once a day."

After two cups of tea, Fu Tingqiu stood in front of the nunnery without changing his face, while Fu Lai was panting beside him.

Fu Lai continued intermittently: "My lord, why are you safe and sound?"

Fu Tingqiu squinted at him: "Because I have gods to help me."

Fu Lai was only panting for breath, and he couldn't care less about arguing with Fu Tingqiu at this moment. He pointed to the little nun who came out from the side door and said, "Someone is here."

Fu Tingqiu clasped his hands together, bowed to the little nun, and asked politely, "I wonder if Master An Xin is here?"

The little nun returned a salute, and said calmly, "It was the teacher who sent me to look for the young master."

Fu Tingqiu was slightly surprised, how did Mrs. Fu know that he had come?

The little nun said again: "Young master please come with me."

After saying that, the little nun turned around and walked towards the side door when she came. Fu Tingqiu raised his heels, and Fu Lai who was behind him wiped his sweat before he followed closely.

A group of three people entered the side door, turned east and west in the nunnery, and finally came to a deep Buddhist hall.

The little nun bowed to salute and left quietly.

Fu Tingqiu saw that the place was lined with trees, criss-crossed corridors, and the smell of incense was strong, and he knew that Mrs. Fu must be at ease here, so he whispered to Fu Lai: "Wait for me here, I will come as soon as I go."

Fu Zi entered the nunnery, so quiet, but now he nodded obediently, and he changed into a different person in a trance.

Fu Tingqiu entered the Buddhist hall, and saw a woman kneeling in front of the Buddha's altar. The woman's figure was graceful, and the back view alone was enough to make one's imagination run wild.

Fu Tingqiu knelt beside the woman, worshiped three times piously, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, covering his eyes full of elegance, as if washing away the lead in front of the Buddha and changing his face.

After kneeling down, the woman beside her said softly, "How are you doing recently?"

Fu Tingqiu turned his face to look, and what caught his eyes was a more delicate and delicate face similar to his facial features. This face now has traces of the passage of time, but it is more of the love of the years.

Fu Tingqiu: "It's okay."

Madam Fu's expression was indifferent, and her tone could not be called amiable: "I heard about your affair with Xie Yan, so I wanted to ask you whether it was a rumor or something real."

Fu Tingqiu did not expect Mrs. Fu to know about this in the nunnery. It seems that Mrs. Fu is not all focused on practicing Buddhism.

He straightened the hem of the clothes beside the futon, and said casually: "At first it was, but recently, it's not anymore."