Grandpa is such a bunny

Du Yun hurriedly dropped the chicken feet, helped Tubai onto the bed, and deliberately said, "Aren't you always flying too fast, and your waist is flashing?"

When someone helped, Xie Yuxian didn't do anything anymore. He leaned aside and laughed, and joked, "Is your waist bad? Tsk tsk, does Shanyue know about this?"

Tubo was lying on the bed, tormented by the physical illness, and then suffered the cruel spiritual ridicule. He moaned and thought, Qianfan is the best, just give him a kiss at this time, and he will be healed immediately.

Just thinking about it, what a coincidence, there was a knock on the door, and Qian Fan's gentle voice appeared outside the door.

Tubo's eyes that were still a bit dazed immediately came to his senses, and he propped himself up with difficulty, sitting on the bed, leaning against the bed rails, not at all like the dying scum just now.

It can be seen how powerful the desire to see sex is.

Du Yun whispered, "Aren't you, if you want to do this, can you still hold on?"

Tubo waved at him feebly, "Go ahead and play, don't hinder me."

Du Yun sneered at his obsession, decided not to play with this rogue rabbit any more, and pulled Xie Yuxian out, "Explain yourself, I don't care." After speaking, he opened the door, "Chan Master, go in." Then He walked away without looking back.

Qian Fan stepped into the room, and Brother Tu, who was still dying just now, posed in a provocative pose on the bed, squeezed the handkerchief in his hand and swung it back and forth, "Come and play."

"..."

The upstairs door was closed again, and Du Yun stood downstairs and looked up silently, with a solemn face.

Xie Yuxian didn't know what he meant, but he was not used to Du Yun's serious face. He took out the fan from his arms, and the old god said, "Do you want to eat pig's trotters? I'll treat you."

Du Yun was taken aback for a moment, and immediately happily found a seat and sat down.

Xie Yuxian, "..."

Feelings, these two face-changing are contagious to each other.

In the room, Tubo didn't play tricks for too long, and the sweat just wiped off his face reappeared on his forehead. His headache was so severe that once it happened, he was basically powerless to fight it.

Although he thought in his heart, "I'm sick, I need Qian Fan to kiss me", but the man's spirit in his bones made it impossible for him to show the slightest weakness in front of his beloved, so he stretched out his hand to Qian Fan, and kissed Qian Fan in front of the latter. When he came up to meet him, he yanked him onto the bed, and then pressed his head on Qian Fan's chest to prevent him from getting up.

"Hush, let me lean in, I'm leaving in two days." Tubo pressed his face against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and used his posture to cover his pale face, "That bastard Du Yun, He actually came out of the sky prison, so edible, he should really be locked up for a few days."

He said it as if he wasn't the one who vomited blood because of Du Yun a few days ago.

Qian Fan stretched his body, looked up at the bed curtain, stretched out his hand and put it on the shoulder of the young man in his arms. After a while, he subconsciously stroked his thin back, and said thoughtfully, "Master Du, please return to Luo'an to His Majesty." Awaiting hearing."

The long-haired Uncle Tu felt so comfortable being touched, he almost turned into a prototype and turned over to touch his belly, "Can't you really go back with me?"

Qian Fan paused his hands, and lowered his head to look for Tu Bo's eyes. Uncle Tu made up his mind not to let him look at him, and rubbed his head deeper into his arms. Qian Fan had no choice but to continue touching his head. Answering his question, he hesitated, "If the poor monk is not the kind of person the benefactor thinks, what should I do?"

He has been soaked in the fragrance of Buddha for many years, and his body is also covered with that soothing fragrance. Although Tubo is a monster, it is very comfortable to smell. What do you want to be like?"

Qian Fan didn't know what to say.

Tubo closed his eyes, feeling the clear fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, the sharp pain dormant again deep in the bone marrow, and no longer came out to make trouble, he pressed the Danyuan buried in his heart, thinking that he could transform into a human to meet him , What a blessing.

Smacking his tongue, Tubo groped for his hand and interlocked his fingers, "No matter who you are, since I'm interested, it's Brother Tu's, understand?" He closed his eyes comfortably. Focusing, patted his chest, "What are you afraid of, the sky is falling, I will support you."

After a pause, he added, "No matter what you choose, I will love you very much."

Even though he was a man, Qian Fan was blushed by Tu Bai's sweet words, and touched his ear with his free hand, completely forgetting why Tu Bai looked weak just now, full of heart It's all love words from Master Tu who doesn't want money.

Sure enough, it's easy to put it on anyone when you see it.

Master Du didn't want to stay in the imperial capital for a day, and swayed into Tubo's room like a nail in his buttocks, "Chu Niang will not be executed until the next year, do you want to stay here for a year? I know you are romantic and want to give Chu Niang collects the body, my lord promises you, will we be gods when the execution is executed?"

In the guest room, Tubo sits at the table and carves carrot flowers. His fingers are nimble and his knives are smooth. It doesn’t take long. The plate in front of him is already filled with orange and watery flowers, and he plans to give it to Qian Fan before he leaves. , Let him eat a cold carrot flower every day, and he must be missed every day.

"Please speak."

Tubo raised his eyelids lazily, "Wait."

This wait lasted for two days. When Dali Temple began to interrogate corrupt officials headed by Zhang Dingcheng, news came again from the prison that Qin Chuxin committed suicide by taking poison in the prison.

Hearing this news, Du Yun was so frightened that he lost his soul, and the blood on his face faded away. He turned his head tremblingly, and seeing Tubo's calm and indifferent expression, a violent storm arose in his heart, wishing he could Immediately stood up and ate the rabbit's skin and meat.

At the door of the inn, Tubo nodded reservedly to express his gratitude to the messenger, and took Du Yun by the back of the neck, and carried him back to the room.

Once in the room, Du Yun rushed to the stool, stared at Tubo condescendingly, gritted his teeth to keep his voice in his throat, pointed at his nose, and said angrily, "You did it? You did it? You know what?" I didn’t know that Qin Chuxin was a prisoner ordered to be executed by the emperor, and even the emperor doesn’t care about you anymore, you are going to rebel!”

Tubo raised his little finger to pick his ear, and said casually, "Don't say it so seriously, I didn't do anything, the prison is not a small dungeon in the Luo'an yamen, it is heavily guarded, I know."

Du Yun's cheeks were puffed up, and he was almost fat with anger, "If you really didn't do anything, then we'll leave now and go back to Luo'an, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

He is not a demon, nor does he have such great abilities, he is just an ordinary person, he conscientiously guards his official position, intends to abide by the law and eat and die all his life. The rich help the poor, let nature punish evil and promote good.

If everyone acts according to their own ideas, then what should be done by Wang Fa, what should be done by the court!

Even if Du Yun beat him to death, he didn't believe that Qin Chuxin's suicide by taking poison had nothing to do with Tubo.

Tubo listened coldly to his lecture with his chest crossed, until Du Yun panted for water to moisten his smoldering throat. He pressed Du Yun's shoulder, turned him to himself, and forced him to look into his eyes.

Tubo's pupils are very dark. Whenever he focuses on people, his dark eyes always make people feel calm and solid. He whispered, "Du Yun, Wang Fa can't make mistakes, but people can, Wang Fa is ruthless. But people have the seven emotions and six desires, and your kingly law can be passed on from generation to generation, but people only have this life, after it is over, there will be no more."

With thin eyelids down, he straightened Du Yun's neckline, "I'm not going to jail, don't worry, she's dead, isn't she, the emperor will know right away, what use is a dead person. "

He looked at Du Yun, stretched out his hand to touch, found a piece of black cloth out of nowhere, and then covered his face with only a pair of thin and sharp eyes, "Wait for me at the inn, if Qian Fan comes, replace him I stop him."

After finishing speaking, Du Yun disappeared into the room under Du Yun's dazed gaze.

Du Yun stretched out his hand to grab it, but only felt the wind in the void. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and thought, "Look, even your Buddha can't keep you, you say you, a rabbit is so righteous What are you doing, could it be that the meat tastes good?"

The cold wind lashed his face like a whip, and Tubo used light kung fu to shuttle through the night. He really didn't intend to do anything to rob the prison, but to 'collect' Qin Chuxin's body.

According to his inquiries a few days ago, the sky jail will throw the corpses of the prisoners who died violently or executed to the mass burial mounds dedicated to the government. The mass burial mounds send special personnel to sprinkle fire oil on the corpses every seventh day, in order to prevent some prisoners from feigning death. , The second is to prevent the corpse from breeding plague.

There is still some distance from the so-called mass graves, and you can clearly feel the indescribable stench coming from the air. The sky here seems to be covered with a layer of gray banners, and a strange mist floats in the air. When the wind blows, there is a sad and frightening whimpering sound, as if there are evil spirits and ghosts lingering around.

Qin Chuxin's 'corpse' would normally be transported here in the next few days. Tubo found a hill a little further away to ambush, waiting for the guards of the sky prison to discard the body.

Thinking of the red bean wooden hairpin that he personally wore on the first wife's temples a few days ago, the corners of Tubo's lips hooked slightly. The red bean was not a real lovesickness, but a kind of suspended animation wrapped in a layer of suet. The medicine, the suet melts in the mouth, can temporarily freeze the flesh and blood of a person, and it is impossible to find out whether it is true or not.

Taking the opportunity of helping to put on the hairpin, he quickly whispered in her ear the usefulness of the wooden hairpin.

If Qin Chuxin was ashamed of the world, she would definitely wait until the day of execution, but now it is obvious that she is not willing to end the rest of her life for a heartless man.

Although Tubo didn't read many books, he still knew that God saved himself. If she was willing to forget the past and live again, why didn't she give this poor woman a chance.

There was a rustling sound in the distance, and two figures were slowly walking towards here dragging a sack. Tubo's eyes froze, and he quietly drew out his sword.

Qian Fan heard in the palace that Qin Chuxin committed suicide by taking poison. For some reason, the bloody red bean hairpin that Tubo held between his fingers suddenly flashed across his eyes. Go out the door.

Yixuan who was meditating with him opened his eyes and asked in doubt, "Master?"

Qian Fan ordered him to continue reciting Zen, and left the main hall without looking back, Shi Qi Gong disappeared in the direction leading to Dali Temple.

In Dali Temple, Huang Zhang took over the body book made by Wu, the vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face were tense, and the color of fortitude poured out from the corners of his eyes, with a kind of rigor and sternness from years of experience, "The person is dead, take it away and deal with it .”

After walking two steps, he turned back and said, "Just in case, remove her head and limbs, and then discard the mass grave."

The jailer said yes, and sent Huang Zhang out of the prison.

The bleak winds of the mass graves came from all directions, and Tubo even missed the tough character of Huang Zhang, the former minister of Dali Temple who handled the case. He looked at the sack discarded by the prison guards with trepidation, and his heart beat wildly.

The black-red blood soaked the sack and seeped into the bloody and muddy ground of the mass grave. He walked over slowly, took a step back and squatted down, stretched out his fingers stiffly and pressed the sack...

"Atu." An urgent call stopped Tubo's movements, and then someone ran over quickly and grabbed his hand, pulled him up and took two steps back.

"That's not Qin Chuxin." Qian Fan gasped slightly, "I took her away."

The frost in Tubo's eyes hadn't dissipated yet, and the joy had already broken through the ice layer. He was stunned for a moment, feeling his frantically beating heart being dragged back from the edge of the cliff by this man, and stepped on the ground firmly.

He pulled Qian Fan into his arms, put his chin on his shoulder, slowly tightened his hands around his back, and secretly exhaled the oppressive breath in his heart, his voice was a little hoarse due to the tension, "I'm scared to death!" .”

Qian Fan smiled slightly and rubbed his head.

At that time, in front of the gate of Dali Temple, as soon as Huang Zhang came out, he saw Zen Master Shanyue who had just arrived.

The night wind caressed over the mass grave, and there was indeed a whimpering wind, and the two walked side by side. After hearing him finish, Tubo stopped and said seriously, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd be in trouble again. One life, Qian Fan, thank you, I have been wanting to say it for so long."

Qian Fan stared at him sideways, "Do we also need to say thank you?"

Tubo raised his eyebrows, he had completely recovered from the fright just now, the whole rabbit was brisk, and wanted to jump up and down twice.

So he wandered around Qianfan in a really unsteady manner, "I need it, otherwise how could I give you my body to thank you?"

Qian Fan paused, and repeated his words in a low voice, "Promise with your body... okay."

In the early morning of the second day, in a small county town thirty miles away from the royal capital, Tubo saw Qin Chuxin who had come back from the dead.

She was wearing a goose yellow dress and a wooden hairpin on her head, the 'red beans' on it had been swallowed by her, leaving only the hairpin handle in the shape of a magnolia flower.

Lovesickness is poison, it poisons the people in the past to death, and turns into a handful of cold blood that drowns all the kindness.If people can die once, they will find that some obsessions are as light as a feather compared to death, and they will be blown away.

And the lost red beans will grow a bright red tree from the soil in the coming year.

Tubo went to the market and bought a carriage, "In the future, you will learn to drive by yourself, and you can go wherever you want." He handed over a bundle with silver taels and dry food in it, "Do something you like."

Qin Chuxin's eyes were red, but she didn't shed any more tears. She lifted her skirt and knelt down. Tubo quickly supported her, "It's impossible."

"Great kindness and great virtue, I will never forget it."

Tubo helped her brush her messy hair behind her temples, looked at her reddened eyes, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it, brother Tu used to coax people with sweet words, but the truth didn't make much sense, he felt There was something missing beside him, and when he turned around, he found that Du Yun, who could talk and explain people, was not there, only Zen Master Shanyue was watching him with a breezy gaze.

Following Qian Fan's gaze to his hand holding Qin Chuxin, Tubo smiled back, and immediately let go of his paws obediently, and put the pony tie beside the carriage, "Girl, the green mountains and green waters don't change, and the true feelings in the world are always the same." Now, goodbye."

Qin Chuxin took the whip in her hand, and lightly yelled at the horse. The carriage rolled slowly. When passing by Tubo, Qin Chuxin suddenly turned around and shouted, "Hurry up, I still owe you a piece of money!" A ditty."

The horseshoes were running on the secluded path in the forest, and a melodious tune came out from the crisp sound of the whip.

"The water flows freely and the scenery is always quiet. Although the flowers fall frequently and the mind is idle, trying to see through the crazy dreams, it is better to sit and watch Berlin dyeing..."

Qingyue's singing gradually disappeared at the end of the far away path, and Tubo turned his head carelessly and said, "Don't say it, Chu Niangchang's little song is really nice."

Qian Fan glanced at him with a half-smile, then turned and walked towards the imperial capital.

Tubo hurriedly followed, "You don't like it?"

"Picture benefactor."

"Uh-huh?"

Qian Fan performed lightness kung fu and walked through the wind, "Miss Qin's song has your name in it."

Tubo, "..."

Seeing the man flying faster and faster, Tubo kept chasing after him, and hurriedly shouted, "It doesn't sound good at all, really, hey, wait for me."