I'm here to find my son

On the one hand, Li Xingzhi had to organize the funeral, on the other hand he had to take into account the news from the front line, and from time to time he had to fight with the ministers of the court and the princes.

During these seven days, Nan Zimu stayed with Li Xingzhi most of the time, and Hou Ye was often at his desk at five o'clock, so he gave up his sleep and came to accompany him with a midnight snack in the middle of the night.

However, the first time he accompanied Master Hou, he did not want to die, and the second time Master Hou slept in Xu fashion, and then continued to get up in the middle of the night to sit at his desk.

It's a pity that on the third day, Nan Zimu saw his still bad face, and immediately understood in his heart, and said through gritted teeth that he would stay in his room and watch him sleep until dawn.

Li Xingzhi let out a bitter smile sweetly. He stretched the corners of his brows and eyes, showing an almost helpless expression: "Then I'll go to your place tonight. Huanxi said when he left school yesterday that he wanted to hear me tell him a story."

"Well... that's fine too."

So that night, Master Hou arrived on time, moved a chair and sat in front of Nan Zimu's bed, and said softly, "What do you want to hear?"

Huanxi is afraid of ghosts to death, and loves to hear about strange powers and chaos.Coincidentally, Nan Zimu doesn't know much about other stories, but about ghosts and gods, he almost opens his mouth.

And he said it vividly, Xiao Huanxi was deeply abused, and she was often frightened so much that she stared at her round eyes in the middle of the night and dared not sleep.

"It's fine if it's not scary." Huanxi said with a mournful face, "Recently, there are a lot of bald donkeys who are chanting scriptures, and Dad scares me every day, so I dare not close my eyes at night..."

"Bald donkey?" Li Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled, rubbed Huanxi's hair and looked at Nan Zimu, "Why do you call these bald... monks like that?"

Before Master Hou learned of Nan Zimu's identity, he never believed in the existence of gods and Buddhas in this world. Once he got used to these disrespectful names, he really couldn't change his mouth.

Nanzimu put his hand on his cheek, and lay on his side looking at him: "Immortals have nothing to do with Buddhist cultivation. Besides, these monks can't complete one cultivation in 800 years. Most of the eminent monks come down from the colorless sky to save sentient beings. Other old bald donkeys You will chant scriptures and pray for others, and save ghosts who have no grievances. In fact, it is the same whether you chant scriptures or not, why do you just not leave this world, and listen to them chanting a few words and see it?"

If people can be so thoroughly enlightened, how can the Buddha open his mouth and say "Life has eight sufferings"?These eight sufferings are engraved on the human soul, brought underground, and then brought into samsara.

Hongyu opened the door and came in, put two bowls of white fungus soup on the table, and then said: "There are some vicious old donkeys among them, with an Amitabha Buddha in each bite, and an innocent goblin in the other hand. The weasel spirit, the abbot who forced it to bring incense to the temple, was finally eaten back, and there was not even a bone left."

Huanxi opened her eyes wide, then buried her head in the quilt, then rolled in a small circle, and fell into Nan Zimu's arms.

Nan Zimu snorted, and said unwillingly: "Li Chengyan, you have died again."

"I...I'm afraid." Huanxi wrapped herself tightly, barely showing her eyes, "I want to listen to my father!"

The more scared he was, the more Hou Ye wanted to scare him, but Li Xingzhi was still very kind to Huanxi. In order to prevent Huanxi from daring to sleep at night, Hou Ye thought about the interesting things he had heard and seen.

"Have you been reading poetry lately?"

"Yes!" Xiao Huanxi said proudly, "They have only finished learning the thousand-character prose until now, but Huanxi has already learned it, so the master asked Huanxi to recite poems first."

Nan Zimu nodded heavily. In order to get rid of his disadvantaged position of being illiterate, he also recently studied poetry with Huanxi, but he can remember ten or twenty poems in half an hour. At most, I would only spend half of the incense sticks on it in a day.

Li Xingzhi smiled and said, "Then do you know Su Dongpo?"

"Isn't it Su Dongpi? Dad taught me." Huanxi asked innocently.

Li Xingzhi laughed: "Yes, yes, yes, that is the right answer for your father - one year Mr. Dongpi was demoted to Hainan, didn't Hainan have Yuewangtou[Note], after Mr. Dongpi ate Yuewangtou, he knocked it in half , and wandered around with the shells on his head, and then he sent the shells back to his son. And most of the letters he sent back to his son were: Oysters are delicious, oysters are delicious!"

"Haha, what else?" Nanzi Murao asked with interest.

Lord Hou: "There is also the song "Standing the Storm", 'A cloud of smoke and rain, Ren Pingsheng' is open-minded, right? 'There is no wind and rain and no sunshine' is bold and unrestrained? However, it is actually Mr. Su who met the wild rain in vain and watched others hide in embarrassment. In the rain, Mr. Dongpi was very calm, he walked slowly, and said: "Who is afraid? It is slightly cold." However, after he went back, he had a fever in bed."

"Haha, this old man is so cute."

Huanxi didn't understand his father's jokes at all, but thought Li Xingzhi's story was boring, so he fell asleep under the blanket not long after.Nan Zimu was prone to sleepiness, so he fell asleep with his eyes wide open after laughing.

Li Xingzhi sat in front of their bed in silence for a long time, Hou Ye always looked at them with gentle eyes, and only in this environment, Li Xingzhi's helplessness and pain could be suppressed.

It's a pity that he still has to go back in the end, facing the mountain of memorials alone, letting his irritability grow wildly in his heart.

The old emperor's illness was repeated, with good times and bad times, so all these memorials were sent to his Lord Hou's mansion.Although Li Xingzhi was irritable, but the responsibility was on him, and he dared not stop thinking about it.

The lights were like beans, and Li Xingzhi, who had been waiting for several hours before the case, heard the sound of the clock again. He felt that his eyes were a little blurred, his eyes were dry, and a tear came out after a series of yawns.

And at the end of the overlapping light and shadow, a Nan Zimu came in.

Nan Zimu was wrapped in a light onion-colored cloak, holding a food box in his hand, and came with a chill all over his body. He put the food box on Li Xingzhi's desk, and then yawned tearfully: "Why did you put the food box on the table?" I fell asleep too?"

Li Xingzhi got up and went to get him a cushion: "I feel sorry for you and want to stay up late with me again, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"It doesn't matter, it will be dawn in more than an hour." Nan Zimu opened the food box and brought out a large bowl of Yangchun noodles. The porcelain bowl was a bit hot, so he hurriedly put the bowl of noodles down, and then squeezed it with his fingers ear.

"What's wrong?" Lord Hou ran over with the cushion, and grabbed Nan Zimu's wrist, "Is it hot?"

Nan Zimu shook his head: "It's all right."

Li Xingzhi blew on Nan Zimu's finger in distress, and then said seriously: "Leave these hot things to me from now on, I don't need you to serve me."

"This is not serving." Nan Zimu stared at him for a long time, "I like Lord Hou so I am willing to do these things for Lord Hou. This is the minutiae of love."

Hou Yequan thought he was farting, squeezed his hand, and said: "I don't want you to express it in this kind of place, you just need to accept my love well. Everything that is dangerous, bad, or painful, will be dealt with." It shouldn't be yours."

He will try his best to give Nan Zimu what he thinks is the best and the most gentle.As for himself, it doesn't matter.

Nan Zimu's face turned cold all of a sudden: "You bastard."

"..." Lord Hou was stunned, "Huh?"

"It's not mine, do you want to help me block it? You don't treasure yourself, but I treasure you. Little bastard, how did you learn to let yourself be humbled into the dust?" Nan Zimu said angrily, "I Such self-depreciation as something precious, baby, do you think you are feeding my sincerity to the dogs?"

Hou Ye was stunned, and after a while he asked in confusion, "Hello?"

Nan Zimu scolded with a smile: "Believe it or not, I'll fucking dump you, you bastard!"

"Aren't I your baby?" Li Xingzhi retorted, "Just now you said you were my baby."

Nan Zimu gently kicked him, and said angrily, "It's not a baby anymore."

After finishing speaking, Nan Zimu moved the bowl of Yangchun noodles in front of Li Xingzhi: "Eat it while it's hot. I cooked it myself. If you don't drink the soup until there is no drop left, then you won't give me face."

Li Xingzhi really didn't have much appetite, but even if there were ten or eight bowls of Nan Zimu's cooking, Lord Hou could happily chew it all.

Hou Ye bit off a mouthful of noodles, and smiled at Nan Zimu: "It's really extraordinary under the gods, is the soup base ribs soup?"

"Well, I asked Yunniang to cook tea tree mushroom pork ribs soup in the early days. I thought I would bring it to you as soon as it was cooked, but I accidentally fell asleep. When I just got up, I went to the kitchen and found that the meat was soaked. , so I cooked noodles instead." Nan Zimu stared at Lord Hou intently, "Li Xingzhi."

"Ok?"

Nan Zimu has always spoken lazily, but what is different from the past is that this time his expression is very serious: "Are you okay?"

This innocuous question accidentally tore a gap in Li Xingzhi's tough heart, and the pain and depression poured out one by one. Li Xingzhi suddenly felt a kind of borderless and absurd sadness.

"I'm fine." Li Xingzhi put down his chopsticks, "Don't ask me, okay?"

"Can't you talk to me?" Nan Zimu bullied him, stuck his chin on Li Xingzhi's chest, forcing him to look at him, "Why do you hold it in your heart?"

Li Xingzhi didn't like Nan Zimu talking to him in this tone. This kind of questioning tone, which was exactly the same as the lesson, made Hou Ye feel that Nan Zimu regarded himself as a vulnerable child.

He avoided Nan Zimu's eyes, and said in a blunt tone, "I didn't, I kept it in my heart."

"Lie." Nan Zimu gently scratched his chin, "Don't feel ashamed, Lord Hou, you can cry a lot, or vent to me, but don't hold it in your heart, okay?"

"Why am I crying, why am I venting to you?" Li Xingzhi said, "I'm not a child..."

Nan Zimu: "You are just a child."

Hou Ye coldly pushed Nan Zimu away. He was in a bad mood. Once his restrained and introverted soul confronted Nan Zimu, he would lose in a complete mess.

But also because of this, Li Xingzhi was aroused with an emotion similar to a rebellious psychology. He wanted to challenge Nan Zimu, and wanted to use aggressiveness to counter his aggressiveness.

"What does it have to do with you? There is no empathy in this world, and some things are meaningless to say. Don't judge others by yourself. People are mortal. I have already taken it lightly." Li Xingzhi said in a deep voice .

Hou Ye regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, he didn't dare to look into Nan Zimu's eyes, his heavy tone was not directed at Nan Zimu, but hit his heart with every word.

How can I get mad at him?Li Xingzhi thought angrily.