Grandpa is such a bunny

These words made Tubo's bright mood suddenly darken. He narrowed his eyes and showed a little fierce light, remembering what the emperor said on the first day they just came to the imperial capital, "I knew it, he didn't have a good heart."

Tubo stepped on the stool and whispered, "Then let's elope."

The little monk sitting at the side squirted rice for the second time, Tubo didn't even look at him, he threw the veil over him, and pointed to the table next to him, "Little thing, sit there, I have something to say with your master."

Yixuan knew very well that if he continued to listen, he might spit out food and die, so he hurriedly wiped his chin with a handkerchief, clasped his hands together and said to Qianfan, "Amitabha, Master, I, I..."

Qian Fan hummed, and Yixuan quickly sat aside with his bowl in his arms.

Tubo moved to his side, stretched out two fingers to pinch Qianfan's chin, turned him to face himself, and said in a bewitching voice, "Huh? Let's elope, okay?"

The goblin's eyes were eager to try, Qian Fan moved his chin away from his fingers, stretched out his hand to hold his hand and covered it in a wide sleeve, "If the poor monk wants to leave, no one can keep him."

Tubo put away his smile and looked at him seriously.

"Some things need to be dealt with in the imperial capital." Qian Fan didn't want to tell him his identity, and didn't want to get too entangled in the power struggle between the goblin and mortals, so he gently rubbed Tubo's with his hands in his sleeves In the palm of his hand, he seemed to have made a big decision, and intertwined his hands with his fingers in the sleeve.

Their hands are hidden in their sleeves, just like the relationship that two people keep in their hearts, affectionate and secret, Tubo's eyes are bright, and he firmly holds his hand.

Qian Fan raised his head and smiled, and said in a low voice, "When the poor monk finishes dealing with it, he will return to Luo'an to find you. When the time comes, the poor monk... I will tell you my choice."

Tubo didn't expect to hear his answer so soon, and he was caught off guard by the windfall. Seeing his smiling eyebrows, the answer he wanted was almost ready to come out, and he wished he could pull him into his arms and kiss him now. Busy nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you, I will definitely wait for you."

Qian Fan bent his lips and smiled, seeing the little monk sitting upright over there, he asked softly, "Do you like Yi Xuan?"

Before Tubo got the answer, he had already figured out what this person would say when he woke up the next morning, and he had an old and unscrupulous smile on his face, his heart fluttering, "Ah, ah! I like it, Ann. Quiet, isn't it similar to when you were a child?"

Qian Fan nodded, "That's good."

They wandered in the market until it was getting late, and parted in front of the inn. Qian Fan took Yixuan and a cage of rabbits back to the palace, and watched the blue figure disappear in front of the solemn palace wall, and then Tubo reluctantly took it back. line of sight.

As soon as he stepped into the inn, Jian Yuxian was furiously said, "You're eating my pig's trotters again! At least you have to show your face once in a while."

Du Yun pinched the crispy stewed pig's trotters with peppercorns and asked, "Will there be pig's trotters to eat?"

Xie Yu opened the folding fan leisurely, and quickly swayed a gust of cold wind to calm down his anger, "You'd better go back to your prison."

Tubo swung his arms around, "Maybe he was released because the prison couldn't hold him."

Seeing him, Du Yun immediately looked him up and down, his lips gleaming, "Where did you go? I didn't see you in Dali Temple."

Tubo poured himself a cup of tea, lowered his head to drink water, and said vaguely, "Well, I went shopping." He took out all the gadgets he bought from his arms and threw them on the table in front of Du Yun.

After playing with it for a while, Du Yun was quite satisfied, "It happens that you have bought them all, and I don't bother to bring back anything for the master and the others, so let's get ready and go back to Luo'an City in these two days."

"So fast?" Tubo and Xie Yuxian said in unison, and immediately looked at each other as if they had choked on an egg. Xie Yuxian closed the fan, sat down, and poked Du Yun's forehead with the handle of the fan to stop him from gnawing on the pig. Hoof, "then hurry up and don't dawdle."

But Tubo didn't speak, holding his teacup and thinking about something silently, until Du Yun waved his greasy trotters in front of his eyes several times, then he came back to his senses, and said sullenly, "Qian Fan won't go with us."

He originally thought that Zhang Dingcheng would have to be tried for a long time for corruption and accepting bribes. Even if he couldn't go back together, he could stay by his side for a while longer. He didn't expect that this weird guy, Du Yun, would come out of the prison suddenly.

Hearing what he said, Du Yun's eyes flashed with clarity. He quickly lowered his eyes and used his pig's trotters to hide the joy in his eyes, "I am the plaintiff in the corruption case. I would like to ask His Majesty that I do not want to interfere in this matter any more, and I am willing to hand over all the matters concerning Zhang Dingcheng and the ledger list to Mr. Huang for investigation. After all, it is a matter within the court, and I guess His Majesty thinks that I, a magistrate, will not interfere any longer. Appropriate, besides, Luo'an City can't be left alone for a day, so let me go back to Luo'an to wait for the trial."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab the teacup and barely blocked the smile on his face. It would be great if Chan Master Shanyue couldn't go back together. Ever since he knew the identity behind Shanyue, he really wanted to draw a line with this person .

Unexpectedly, the separation came unexpectedly, Tubo gave him a disturbed look, grabbed the unfinished carrots that Qianfan bought for him on the table, and went back to the room.

Du Yun gnawed the pig's trotter slowly, looked at the suave knight-errant in front of him, dipped his fingers in the oil, wrote nineteen on the table, raised his head and looked at Xie Yuxian meaningfully.

Xie Yuxian said disgustedly, "One is not enough, you still want to eat nineteen?"

He is not sensitive to this word, Du Yun thought to himself, it is very likely that the Xianyu Pavilion does not belong to the nineteenth prince, this is a good thing, nothing is more terrible than a traitor owning an organization famous for assassination, he smiled at Xie Yuxian , "No, I just welcome Pavilion Master Xie to come to Luo'an City as a guest."

Forget about the others.

The imperial capital is also bustling and lively in winter. The evergreen trees beside the road stand proudly in the bleak wind, without any sign of depression. Even the trees have the majesty of the imperial capital of the Great Jing Kingdom.

The night wind howled outside the window.

Du Yun walked into the room with a plate of washed carrots.

There was no light in the room, only moonlight and cold wind came in through the cracks of the unclosed windows, Tubo leaned against the side of the bed rail, heard the sound without turning his head, "Master Tu is not hungry now."

Du Yun smiled and groped over, and sat on the edge of the bed, "Who says you have to eat when you're hungry."

Tubo leaned on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head, "I don't want to talk to you."

Seeing his decadent appearance, Du Yun threw Qianfan's beauty in his heart several times, cleared his throat, sat up straight, and then said in a deep voice, "There is always a banquet in the world, you should take care of it. "

He already knew that he would be separated for a while, but Tubo was not as hard-pressed as he thought, but he thought it would be a long time before the separation suddenly turned into leaving immediately, cutting off his plan to stay together for a while, no matter how cheerful he was , It was hard to accept it in my heart for a while, and I was not very happy.

Du Yun sat silently for a while, unable to stand the cold wind blowing in from the gap in the window. He rubbed his arms, got up and closed the window tightly, sat down at the end of the bed again, and thought of a suitable tone from his throat, and said, "Do you know why I didn't like monks before?"

Tubo asked under the quilt, "Didn't you like monks before?"

Du Yun, "..."

He twisted a corner of the quilt, resisted the urge to slap him to death, forgave his intermittent amnesia, and said, "Well, when the emperor wanted to build a Buddhist temple in Luo'an, you still said you would help me." Drive away the monks who have settled in."

Tuber paused, "Oh, then I probably didn't know that it was Qian Fan who was coming."

Du Yun glanced sharply at the quilt, feeling annoyed in his heart, if it wasn't Qian Fan who came here, many things would have stopped abruptly.

"I don't like monks because my father is also a monk." Du Yun pressed Tubo, who was about to get out of the quilt, "Don't think about it, he became a monk after he married my mother and gave birth to me."

Du Yun's eyes are round and the pupils are clear and black, much like the water in an ancient well. Because they are too clear, it is difficult to hide too many emotions. When reminiscing about the past, there is always a little confusion.

"He became a monk when I was about five or six years old. At that time, my mother always took me to stand under the mountain gate, hoping that when he saw me, he would change his mind and return home."

"But probably those who decide to become a monk have already let go of all their obsessions. They can't hold anything else in their hearts except Buddha." Du Yun stared blankly at the emptiness in the darkness, his eyes were empty, "My mother, because of being in the mountain There was a cool breeze blowing in front of the door, and she suffered from the cold, until she died of illness, she never saw my father again, and I have long since forgotten what he looked like."

He hugged his knees, "So I always feel that the minds of those monks are as hard as a rock. To the Buddha, they may be regarded as disciples with sincere and firm beliefs, but to those lay people, they don't care. It's cold and refreshing."

At some point, Tubo sat up, patted Du Yun's shoulder in the dark, and chatted to comfort him, men don't need too many words.

Du Yun seldom talked about his past, just like Tubo, he knocked out his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach. Even if he had known each other for many years, he rarely mentioned his past in his heart.

Looking back now, Du Yun just wanted to use his own experience to warn him and persuade him to let go earlier, it's time to look away.

Tu Bai leaned back on the head of the bed, and looked at Du Yun in the dark, "I know what you mean, but Qian Fan is not that kind of person."

Du Yun almost blurted out to ask, then why didn't he go with you, why didn't he go back home, didn't leave his fame, fortune and kingship to wander the rivers and lakes with you, and didn't fish, firewood, farm and study to accompany you to enjoy himself in a small county.

But he didn't ask anything, looked deeply at Tubo, and swallowed back the endless sigh.

"We'll leave in two days."

After a moment of silence, Tubo said, "It's for Qin Chuxin."

Zhang Dingcheng deliberately murdered, and the charges were confirmed. Qin Chuxin bought | The emperor was ashamed and threw her at home, and he would not let her go easily.

Sure enough, at dawn the next day, Du Yun received the news that Qin Chuxin had been ordered to die and sent to Zhang's family.

"Did you hear that?" Du Yun was sitting in the guest room, tilting his head and holding a cup of tea. Seeing Uncle Tu standing by the window with his hands behind his back, he was terrified, looking around as if someone was eavesdropping, and said in a low voice. , "Could it be that you still want to rob prisoners? Hey, the emperor is no better than Luo An. If you mess around, I can't protect you."

Tubo turned his head, glanced at him contemptuously with his dark eyes, flew down from the window, and disappeared into the streets with more and more people.

Du Yun dropped his teacup and rushed to the window, "Where are you going! You really don't want to go!"

Tubai's cool voice came from the midwinter breeze, with a mocking gnashing of teeth, "See Qianfan."

Du Yun sighed, put his heart halfway back, and was about to close the window to leave when one eyelid twitched wildly, he covered it like a cramp, and muttered to himself, "Left jumps to disaster, right jumps to money... it's over."

As soon as Tubo left the inn, he felt that he was being watched.

The person staring at him from behind neither hid nor panicked, and slowly turned out from the corner with a treacherous smile.

Then Tubo walked into a sparsely populated alley, and silently formed a sword in his hand. The sparse sunlight shone down from the wall, and the blade reflected a cold light.

"Ji Tong, what do you want?" He didn't turn around, but looked down at the extremely sharp blade.

Ji Tong was wearing a gray robe as usual, and the hem of the robe was covered with dust. He walked slowly to Tubo and said in a hoarse voice, "If you want to kill me, I will kill you too, but you want to see her again , I also thought, why not put down the weapon in your hand first and cooperate with me."

He stretched out his hand, a piece of bright red rope was tied to the skinny and skinny wrist, and the small bones that had fallen from below had turned white due to years of rubbing in his hands made Tubo's eyes hurt, and Tubo weighed down. Holding the hilt of the sword, after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "Ji Tong, she is dead, you killed her with your own hands."

A flash of emotion flashed through the man's sunken eye sockets, and he stared at Tubo gloomyly, "It's you, if it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have died." His voice came from his shriveled chest, with a rough sound of dying Unsightly, Ji Tong suddenly showed an obsessed smile, "I finally found the art of living the dead, flesh and bones, and you just happened to appear here. This is the right time and place. God also hopes that she can come back to me again."

Tubo's brows were twisted into a deep ravine, looking at the man in front of him who looked neither like a human nor a ghost, and from his muddy eyes, he could read some years of torture to him, Tubo heard his voiceless voice Said calmly, "She is dead, Ji Tong, you will never see her again."

A layer of scarlet rolled across Ji Tong's eyes in an instant, and his chest heaved deeply twice, "You won't save her? You won't save her!"

Immediately he started laughing foolishly.

Tubo thought in his heart that this person was already crazy, and was about to turn around and leave. Just as he turned his back, a sharp pain burst out from the depths of his bone marrow, as if a wild beast was tearing and gnawing at every nerve in him. He couldn't stand still due to the pain, so he quickly plunged his sword into the ground and supported his body.

A layer of cold sweat quickly formed on his forehead, and Tubo didn't say a word, letting the sweat roll into his pitch-black eyes, forming a hazy mist in a pair of bottomless eyes.

Ji Tong rubbed the small bones of his wrists between his fingers, walked slowly to him, and took out a dagger from the worn Taoist robe, "She made you suffer so much, don't you want to get rid of it, take out the pill she gave you , I can save her, and you don't have to suffer from this headache, isn't that good..."

The blade of the dagger touched the position of the heart, Tubo had a splitting headache, his eyes turned black, he raised his head suddenly, his hazy eyes were covered with a layer of rust, his Adam's apple rolled, he snorted coldly, "Get out", and then used the sword Hit the handle hard.

He couldn't see clearly, Ji Tong hid in the past, and he threw himself into the air, but Tubo didn't intend to make a move, he took advantage of this gap and staggered out of the deserted alley, his feet were weak, and he was about to fall, and he happened to be caught by someone Hold on.

Ji Tong cursed secretly, seeing the person who was supporting Tubo looking here, remembering the day when he was beaten so badly, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand and fled in the other direction of the street.

Tubo glanced at Ji Tong's leaving back, exhaled silently, and heard the person supporting him say righteously, "Hey, you threw yourself into my arms this time, and it has nothing to do with me. If you go to the mountain again If I complain before Yue, I will break Du Yun's leg."

Tu Bai was exhausted by the sudden headache just now, and his body was drenched in cold sweat. He barely propped himself up with his sword, and couldn't help but say, "... Tu Ye can only exchange Du Yunyun's leg for throwing himself into his arms. ?”

Xie Yuxian quickly changed his words, "Then kill Du Yun."

In the inn, Du Yun, who was gnawing chicken paws while writing a memorial, shivered inexplicably. He didn't know why his legs and the back of his neck felt cold.

Before the cooling was over, I saw that Uncle Tu, who had just flown out in a graceful posture, was languid and was helped back.