Grandpa is such a bunny

Two days later, Du Yun and his party set off for Luo'an.

Qian Fan sent them to the outside of the imperial capital.

"Let's go." Du Yun said vaguely and got into the carriage.

Tubo and Qianfan are at the end.

The setting sun leaves mottled gold under the blue-gray city wall, which is bustling and bright, just like this city, at a glance, it is full of luxury and grace, and the huge city gate stands on the top of Dajing Kingdom with the majestic and mighty guards. It's like a tightly-fitted cage, where people's hearts go in, and they can't get out again.

The two looked at each other silently, and looked at each other quietly for a while, and it was Tubo who spoke first, "Take good care of the ten rabbits I gave you, and don't let your one be bullied."

Qian Fan pursed his lips and smiled, "He's very obedient and doesn't bully other rabbits."

I've never seen that other rabbit's ears being pulled by his family, the carrot stalk under the rabbit's teeth, and the round tail of others.

Tubo said sourly, lowered his eyes awkwardly, wanted to say something, but parting emotions were stuck in his throat, he didn’t know what to say, wanted to do something, in the public, although it’s not crowded, but there are people People came and went, he was afraid that he would go out of line and hurt Qianfan's face.

"Then I'll-"

Before he finished speaking, the gentle monk in green robes suddenly pulled him into his arms.

Hands with slender finger bones caressed a head of soft black hair, "Atu, wait for me."

Tubo was taken aback, and immediately hugged him, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said sullenly, "Well, you must remember to come back, or I will come to the capital personally to arrest you."

Qian Fan smiled silently, let him go, helped him smooth the hem of his clothes, and straightened his collar, "Let's go, I'll watch you go."

Tubo pursed his lips, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally nodded silently, and walked towards the carriage, but he didn't go far, and stopped, staring at the few people in the north corner of the city wall.

The person in charge was an official of Dali Temple, holding a chain in his hand, and the other end of the chain was tied to a pair of slender wrists. The owner of the wrists was weak and thin, with a slightly protruding belly.

The official was arguing with a burly man, he didn't know what to say, the official suddenly got angry and raised the whip in his hand and lashed at the man.

Tu Bai saw Chang Zongming standing in front of Zhang Yinxiang without saying a word, just like he was still a servant of the Zhang family, staring silently, but the arms hanging around his waist were bulging with veins.

"Stop." Tubo and Qianfan walked over immediately.

When he got to the front, Tubo could clearly see that Zhang Yinxiang's wrists were covered with bruises and bruises, her face was extremely pale, her dignified demeanor was gone, and her beautiful phoenix eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, showing no sign of the outside world. No response, leaving only indifference to the world's despair.

She was like a puppet with only this pair of shells left, and the chains in her hands could be torn off by the waist.

Tubo probably knew what would happen to her. The daughter of the guilty minister was exiled in the northwest frontier until she died and could not return to the country. This is already a favor. Compared with death, there is always hope in life.

But this tiny hope is not in Zhang Yinxiang's body.

"Can you untie her chain, this thing is too heavy, she can't go far." Tubo said to the official.

The official was in charge of escorting Zhang Yinxiang to the northwest, and made troubles one after another before he left the city. He only thought that Tubo was like Chang Zongming, and impatiently raised his whip and threatened, "The government will handle the case, and the idlers will wait." Step aside, or if you accidentally hurt you, don't blame the whip in my master's hand for not having eyes."

Tu Bai frowned, and before he could speak, he heard Qian Fan who was beside him say, "Can Mr. Wang give the poor monk a favor?"

Qian Fan is well-known in the imperial capital, not to mention that these days he often investigates cases by Huang Zhang's side, and the people in Dali Temple have heard of him.The celebrity next to the emperor, as long as they have eyes, they won't be too embarrassing.

"If you let go, she will run away, and the subordinates will not be able to explain it." The official wondered.

Qian Fan recited the Buddha's name, "Everything will be borne by the poor monk."

After he finished speaking, Tubo secretly pulled down his sleeves and gave him a worried look, Qian Fan shook his head, and said softly, "Let her go, the poor monk will guarantee you."

Having said that, the man is no longer in a difficult situation. In the imperial capital Wangcheng, it is good for him to be able to sell his face after all. Besides, if something happens, it will be all blamed on Zen Master Shanyue, and it will not be harmful to him.

After figuring this out, the official quickly released Zhang Yinxiang from the chain, "Zen Master is kind-hearted, forgive your sins, don't push yourself too far and try to escape."

Qian Fan nodded in thanks.

As soon as the chain was loosened, Zhang Yinxiang staggered a step, and was hugged by Chang Zongming in time, "Xiangxiang!"

Zhang Yinxiang slowly raised his eyes, silently looking at the person in front of him.

Tubo couldn't see the girl suffer, and felt ashamed, "Madam, can you have a few words with me alone."

Chang Zongming hugged the man and said coldly, "What do you want to do again! All the cases have nothing to do with Xiangxiang."

Tubo looked at the woman earnestly, "Ma'am."

After a while, the extremely thin woman nodded slightly, and pushed away the man who was holding her expressionlessly.

Chang Zongming stretched out his hand and wanted to grab her, but was blocked by Qian Fan a few steps away, Qian Fan turned to Tubo and said, "Please benefactor."

Tu Bai gave him a grateful look, and took Zhang Yinxiang to the side for a few steps.

In the carriage not far away, Du Yun put down the curtains of the car to look back, and sighed faintly. Before the breath was exhausted, his sensitive dog nose smelled the smell of crispy pig's trotters.

A fan opened the door curtain and brought in a food box full of pig's trotters.

The depression in Du Yun's heart was instantly crushed by the scent, and a series of positive responses emerged from his stomach. He almost burst into tears and rushed over to hug the hand holding the food box, "Xie Daxia, you are so kind to me!"

Xie Yuxian threw the food box into his arms, and pulled out his hand in disgust, his handsome sword eyebrows frowned, but he didn't really understand why he had to go around three or four streets to buy such a food box of pigs hooves delivered.

Didn't Mr. Du's oily lips and wolfish look make him want to avoid it, for fear of being splashed with oil?Xie Yu thought about it for a while, and the pigs that eat well are probably more likable.

The cold wind in front of the city gate blew into the huge arched city wall, and there was a cry. The woman flinched, subconsciously protecting her stomach, as if thinking of an uncertain future, her eyes were dazed and hazy—the wind in the northwest border And how bitter it should be.

Tubo took off his cloak and put it on her, "I'm sorry Ma'am."

With a wry smile, "I lied to you that day. Standing by the lake in the middle of the lake, I couldn't see the people in the attic. Gao Chenfeng secretly collected bills and receipts. He was fed up with being a cow in Zhang's mansion and a door-to-door for the rest of his life." Son-in-law, follow your father like a dog, that's why he received Qin Chuxin's letter, intending to threaten your father with the account book, receive a hush money, and then disappear forever in the imperial capital with Qin Chuxin."

Zhang Yinxiang's eyes trembled.

"Your father never harmed you. Even if he thought about using you as a cover, he just planned to use Zhang Qi to make Master Du suspect that Zhang Qi was jealous of Gao Chenfeng and killed him. What I said earlier was for Tricked you into testifying, so... ma'am, I'm sorry—"

The crisp applause fell heavily on Tubo's face following Tubo's voice.

"Attu!"

Tubo stretched out his hand to stop Qian Fan from coming forward.

Zhang Yinxiang's eyes were red, and her chest was filled with anger, grievance, and pain. Until now, who is the person she should hate the most, who broke all her modesty and gentleness, and who made her Pregnant with her young son, wandering and helpless, her lips trembled violently, sobs almost poured out from her clenched teeth.

No matter who it was, in the end it seemed like it was just an absurd play, and she was the only one who was innocent and deceived from the beginning to the end.

"Madam's slap on me, I shouldn't have lied to you." Tubo looked at her, "Gao Chenfeng never loved you, forget about him, there is only one left who will treat you well .”

Tubo stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of the swollen side of his face, "Whether you are a girl or a married woman, or whether you are a famous nobleman or the daughter of a criminal minister in exile, he has never left do not you."

His voice was like the wind passing through the secluded valley, deep and sweet, sincere and earnest, Zhang Yinxiang stared blankly at a point of nothingness on the ground, with a dazed expression, raised his head and looked at Tubo, with a look of hopelessness in his eyes.

I don't know when Chang Zongming has come to her side. His shoulders are extremely broad, and the front of his chest was cut by a whip. He is not as decent as the scholars who read and write poems in Wangcheng, even a little shabby. A pair of rough and thick Her hands were covered with thick calluses, and every time she touched her skin, she felt a slight pain.

Chang Zongming hugged Zhang Yinxiang into his arms, blocked all malicious, unfamiliar, and suspicious eyes from the outside world, and looked at Tubo with displeasure, "What exactly do you want?"

Tubo said, "Master Chang, the case of the Zhang family is no longer under our control, and you are a wanted man in Jianghu, which has nothing to do with me. I have finished what I want to say. The road to the northwest is far away, and the frontier is dangerous. Please accompany Ms. Zhang all the way."

Chang Zongming said indifferently, "She is my wife, and I don't need you to ask me." Pulling the cloak on Yin Xiang's shoulders tightly, she was tightly wrapped in it.

His Adam's apple rolled, he said a word of thanks to the people behind him, and followed the officials of Dali Temple on the road of exile.

The setting sun in the sky was like blood, stretching the silhouettes of the hatchback obliquely, and as they walked farther and farther, finally, they interlaced and merged into a magnificent supporting figure in the setting sun.

Tubo couldn't help thinking, what is love?

Three meals a day, daily morning and evening, beautiful scenery on a good day, I will marry you.

His hand was held, Tubo turned his head.

"Does it hurt?"

Tubo shook his head, raised his hand, and kissed the wrist wrapped with prayer beads, "I'm leaving."

Qian Fan stared at him, "Okay."

The carriage crushed the ground, leaving behind wheel marks that gradually drifted away along the way. With the wind and horses rustling in the distance, the first snow in the imperial capital whitened the royal city one after another.

All the way down south, Xiangnuan returned. When they were still in the imperial capital, the few people were lucky enough to watch the snow scene for half a day.

Tubo was wearing a coir raincoat and was driving alone on the shaft of the car, and he had hardly spoken since leaving Wangcheng.

Du Yun and the two police officers who came to the imperial capital huddled together in the carriage to keep warm. After lying down for a while, they couldn't sit still. They poked their heads out for a look, then curled up in front of the carriage wrapped in a quilt, shaking off the other corner of the quilt. Wrap the coachman in.

"Isn't it just that I won't go with you? Do you look like you've been owed three hundred carrots?"

He raised his hand and patted off the snowflakes that had fallen on Tubo's shoulders, and put his face under the bamboo hat, "If you want to find someone to live with, how about I find you another one? Hmm? Talk to me, I——Old Tu ,What’s wrong with you?"

It was very cold outside, but Tubo's face covered under the bamboo hat was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his thin eyelids were closed tightly, and his brows were knotted tightly, as if he was desperately enduring something.

Du Yun grabbed his arm and felt an overly tense muscle.

"Tubai, talk!" Du Yun yelled, and put his arms around his arms, intending to drag him into the carriage.

At this time, Tubo suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, "Go in."

The policeman in the car then shouted loudly, "Look, sir, there is a man in front!"

Du Yun raised his head abruptly, and saw a tall man in a gray robe standing on the road ahead covered by thousands of miles of snow and ice.

The small bone pendant on the man's wrist fluttered in a deserted and lonely mess in the wind and snow.

There was a malicious smile on the face covered with broken snow.

Tubo pushed Du Yun back into the carriage, tightened the rein with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand holding the whip.

He whispered, "Ji Tong, you are courting death."

Ji Tong raised his hand and gently shook the small bones on his wrist.

In an instant, severe pain gushed out of his mind, Tubo's eyes were red, he raised the whip high, and then swung it down heavily.

The horse neighed, raised its front hooves, and rolled over Ji Tong.