Han Shan Wen Picked Up

"What's wrong with the prince?"

The attendant said: "The crown prince said that he likes that kid from the Lu family very much, so he wants to take him in as a servant..."

Meng Yu laughed softly: "The prince is young, so don't tell me you don't know anything?"

The attendant trembled, a little uneasy: "Then the prince means..."

"Let's let him go." Fiddled with the porcelain cup with one hand, watching the warm water gradually cool, Meng Yu said again: "Where's Lu Qingzhu?"

"Didn't you allow him to go to Jinwu Mountain yesterday?

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, a little unhappy: "When did I say that?"

Attendant: "..."

As if he was used to Meng Yu's moodiness, the attendant bent down: "That humble official, go and order someone to catch them and bring them back."

But Meng Yu raised his hand and smiled faintly: "No, I'll go in person."

The reason why Jinwu Mountain is called Jinwu Mountain is because there is a pagoda on the west side of the back, and there is a monk temple beside the pagoda, which is called Pagoda Temple.

And when the sun sets every day, the round sun looks like it surrounds the Pagoda Temple from a distance, and the golden crow shines brightly, so it is named Jinwu Mountain.

"You have to come here every year, what's your intention?"

As usual, Lu Yangtong climbed halfway up the mountain and refused to move. Lu Qingzhu pushed him from behind. He was flogged yesterday, and today he climbed to the top of the mountain again.

Sweat slid down the bridge of his nose, Lu Qingzhu stretched out his sleeve and wiped it, cursing and saying: "I can't offer incense, it's because of you to pray for blessings!"

"Cut!" Lu Yangtong curled his lips: "For me all day long, you don't have to pretend to be a loving father, because you can't forget that General Lou!"

"Is what Tong'er said true?"

His back stiffened suddenly, Lu Qingzhu covered his face and said nothing, but someone stretched out his hand and pinched his waist, Lu Qingzhu almost knelt down.

Meng Yu's face is too handsome no matter when you look at it, but it's a pity that in Lu Qingzhu's eyes, it is on par with the green-faced and long-toothed ghost.

"Uncle Meng!" Lu Yangtong didn't seem to notice Lu Qingzhu's abnormality, so he rushed over and grabbed Meng Yu's sleeve: "Why are you here?"

Meng Yu smiled slightly, and patted his head: "I came with your father, I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss him."

As he spoke, he hugged Lu Qingzhu's waist in broad daylight and let him lean in front of him to ease his strength.

Although Lu Yang Tong is not very old, he is the governor, he said hippie: "Uncle Meng is so kind, it's a pity that my father is so stupid and doesn't understand!"

Lu Qingzhu froze and didn't dare to move. At this moment, he didn't care about the fire on his buttocks, and focused all his attention on Meng Yu's arm that was holding him.

"Let's go, don't you want to offer incense?" There was heat in his ears, and Meng Yu carried him up the stone steps almost effortlessly, and then let the attendant at the side carry Lu Yangtong on his back.

When reaching the summit, the sunset at this time is too beautiful to speak.

In front of the Golden Palace, there is a mighty Luo Yu, and the ancient temple's precious light shines, blessing the world for all generations.

The old monk in commoner clothes was familiar with Lu Qingzhu, and Lu Qingzhu would always come to pray for blessings every mid-autumn season.

After nodding, and paying respects to the ten halls one by one, Lu Qingzhu's lower limbs had already lost consciousness.

"Are you tired?" The man next to him smiled sideways, rubbed his waist, and slid down the belt until at the end Lu Qingzhu couldn't help but groaned, and quickly grabbed his hand: "My lord, this Buddhist door holy place..."

"Wine and meat have been passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart. If you have a Buddha in your heart, why should you be afraid of getting dirty..."

Without the previous vigor to ascend to the sky, Lu Qingzhu was now like soft mud on the beach, almost smiling wryly: "My lord, please forgive me..."

According to what he said, Meng Yu let him go with a sneer, and Lu Qingzhu managed to stand still without restraint, but Meng Yu told the attendants: "I won't go back tonight, let Master help prepare two meditation rooms."

Now that his words have been spoken, they will inevitably be overwhelmed.So Lu Qingzhu had no choice but to obey, had a fast meal together, and then went back to the meditation room.

Of course, he and Meng Yu had one of the two meditation rooms. Lu Yangtong, a kid who always read eyes, understood Meng Yu's slight smile and pulled the guards to close the door and retreated out.

The man who was still smiling just now suddenly changed his face, perfectly explaining why it is faster to turn over a face than to turn a book.

"You should tell me, what happened to General Lou?"

Lu Qingzhu stood aside without making a sound.

But Meng Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at his tofu-like face: "He has been dead for so many years, and his ghost still lingers in the end."

As he said that, he patted the table, and the teacup on the table suddenly flew up, and with a touch of his fingertip, he flew directly to Lu Qingzhu's kneecap.

Lu Qingzhu didn't dodge or dodge, and knelt down in front of him abruptly.

But Meng Yu walked behind him, squeezed his chin with one hand and whispered: "Didn't you say that you kneel to the sky and kneel to your parents? Why are you so honest now, willing to kneel to me?"

"..."

"If Lou Jiming is still there, maybe the one with no bones left is this king."

Meng Yu smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to lift the thin hair under his temples: "It's a pity, you can't kill me..."

Fingers slid down slowly and opened the skirt, Lu Qingzhu gritted his teeth and did not make a sound, but the two fingers slid down little by little.Until finally he knelt on the ground half-heartedly.

His eyes fell on the plain white skin, and Meng Yu stopped his hands: "You said this is a Buddhist resort, so I won't move you."

Just as Lu Qingzhu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Meng Yu pursed his lips and said, "You can do it yourself."

"...Why do you have to embarrass me, my lord?" Lu Qingzhu said without fear of death, and five fingerprints soon appeared on the side of his face.

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he coughed softly.

"I'll say it again, don't treat yourself as a human being." Meng Yu watched him sit back on the bed: "Don't you like the feeling of being subordinate to others? I let you do it yourself, why do you have to complain to me?"

There was no more sound, and soon, the low panting sound lingered in my ears, like the most melodious sound of the piano.

Meng Yu squinted his eyes halfway, tapped his fingers up and down on the desk, and watched the person in front of him sweating on his back, the glistening beads of sweat slid across his skin, and seeped into the floor tiles under his feet.

"Okay." Meng Yu said lazily, looking at Lu Qingzhu's disheveled and sarcastic face, he showed mercy: "I'll forgive you, get dressed."

"Thank you, thank you, my lord..." With a trembling almost inarticulate voice, Lu Qingzhu stretched out his gloves and put on his robe.

"Is there any request?"

Lu Qingzhu raised his eyes to look at him, felt the deep coldness in his eyes and quickly lowered his head.

"I won't embarrass you, just say it."

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Qingzhu leaned over and said, "I want to ask the prince to give the prince another reading companion."

Meng Yu smiled and said: "A few days ago, you begged me to find a way out for Tong'er to go to school? Why did you backtrack today?"

Naturally, Lu Qingzhu didn't believe that Meng Yu didn't know about Lu Yangtong's experience in the palace, but it was a pity that this well-known King Yong always liked to make things difficult for others.

"Tong'er's own virtue is not enough to assist the prince..."

"Hmph, then you mean that the king who sent him into the palace as a companion to read at the beginning had a poor vision, and actually picked an incompetent person for the prince?"

"I dare not..."

"Lu Qingzhu."

"The minister is here."

"roll!"