The villain holds on to the script

Inside Chuchun Mansion.

There was a group of people standing in the guest room.

Prime Minister Fang's precious son jumped into the lake and contracted the cold. Everyone saw Fang Huaixu, who was trembling all over and his skin turned purple from the cold. He just stood on the bridge and looked at him. They couldn't explain why he didn't come to pay a visit.

Qing Zhizhi stood at the front of the crowd, frowning, with a worried look on her face: "Second Young Master, are you okay? Why did you jump into the lake in such a cold weather? If you like that hairpin, I will give it to you again. Just carve it out, why bother hurting your body like this?"

"Yes, Brother Fang. I'm freezing. How can I explain it to Uncle Fang?" The person who agreed was Li Zichong, a member of the Ministry of Industry and a close confidant of Qing Zhizhi. They often sat together and drank wine and chatted about everything. What is identity.

The man wearing a bright red robe and a jade belt tied around his waist opened the folding fan in his hand with a "swish" sound and waved it in front of him. Even in winter, it was not too cold.

He stepped forward and said slowly: "Brother Fang, everyone knows that you love Zhizhi, but she is a married woman, so you should restrain yourself."

Qi Fei and Li Zichong seemed to be Qing Zhizhi's two guardians, and they happened to be standing on the left and right of Qing Zhizhi at this time.

Fang Huaixu raised his eyes and said, "There is no need to mention the past feelings again."

"What happened in the past..."

The county prince Qi Fei was about to speak again, but was stopped by Qing Zhizhi, whose face was covered with a veil. She sniffed and cried in her slightly hoarse voice, "Feifei, stop talking. After all, I can't help you. Young Master, you are not lucky enough to enter the Prime Minister’s Mansion.”

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but sigh that the charm of the Vice Minister's wife was too great. After two years of marriage, her childhood sweetheart still couldn't forget her.

However, it was Qing Zhizhi's fault for abandoning the engagement despite her parents' orders; she was worried about the wife someone else was marrying, and brought this concern to the forefront, because the prime minister failed to teach his son well, lost his etiquette, and lost his appearance of kindness.

——For someone with a lower status, the phrase "the evil spirit will never die" can be roughly summed up and became everyone's after-dinner chat.

It didn't matter how he was insulted, but Fang Huaixu couldn't bear it when someone else was involved.After taking the elixir given by the immortal, the cold air dissipated and my palms were still a little warm.He stood up and smiled: "The past is gone. I hope that the wife of the minister and the minister will continue to love each other and grow old together."

A few words cleared things up.

Li Zichong asked: "In that case, why did you jump into the lake to catch hostas in the middle of winter?" Zhizhi is so cute, how could she just forget about it?

"Since I asked the abbot of the temple to consecrate it to ensure my safety, I have to keep it well. Even if there is affection, it is still with Ayao. My wife changed her name and wanted to start a new life. The boy and the girl got to know each other. Qing, you and I, don’t mention it again.”

Fang Huaixu spoke every word very slowly and clearly, elegantly and without hiding anything.Take the initiative to bring up and let go of things that have happened in the past.

No one else can find anything wrong with it.

"In that case, let's break it off."

A familiar voice came softly from the door, and Fang Huaixu trembled. He had anticipated thousands of bad possibilities, but he never thought that it was Mu Yu who started it.

The figure of the man in white slowly enlarged in his pupils, becoming more and more clear. The man walked in and patted his shoulder: "Huaixu, this thing is not good. It gave you a cold today, so just cut it off completely." To avoid causing trouble again in the future.”

Fang Huai's preface is gentle and elegant.

But at this moment, he really had some thoughts of beating people up.

The words he spat out after a long time finally suppressed the storm, but the fourth prince's words easily aroused it.

Now that everyone is staring at him, if he doesn't break it, throw it away, or abandon it, it would feel like slapping himself in the face in public.

Inside the Zijin Temple.

Not long after the two stood at the door of the temple, the young monk hurried back, bent sideways, and made a "please" gesture, "You two go to the main hall first and wait for a while. After presiding over the matters at hand, I will go over immediately."

"Thank you." As soon as Shi Yu lowered her head and said only half of the three words, Li Linyuan strode in. She smiled sheepishly, bowed slightly, and followed the guidance to the main hall together.

Before the monk left, Li Linyuan pointed at a big Buddha enshrined in the main hall and said "yo", and called with a half-smile: "Zi Jin."

The monk said: "Return to the donor, this is the Purple Gold Saint."

Zijin, Zijin, has the same pronunciation but different words.

Recalling the monk's respectful expression before leaving, I guess he took it as a title. I wonder if the Buddha statue himself is called Zijin.

The door in the hall was slowly closed, and the bright light from outside shone slantly through the window paper and window slits, making the shadows long and thin.

Li Linyuan didn't eat breakfast. When lunch was approaching, his stomach growled twice inappropriately when he looked at the food on the altar. He walked straight over, picked up the apple and took a bite.

It's noodle-y and sweet, not crispy apple.

Then I picked up the snacks on the plate and paired them with West Lake Longjing soaked in morning dew in a celadon cup. It was very delicious.He turned to look at the dumbfounded little sparrow, and raised his fingers: "Why are you so stunned? Come over and eat together."

"No no no."

Shi Yu panicked and waved her hands repeatedly.

Looking at the Immortal Lord who was eating the purple and gold saint's tribute unscrupulously, she almost spoke, but swallowed it down. Seeing that the tribute was about to be eaten clean, she stepped forward and cautiously tested: "Immortal Lord, are you like this? ...Isn’t it rude?”

"Courtesy?"

Li Linyuan sneered, "This guy hasn't returned the wheel fan he borrowed the year before last. Not only that, he came here last month and borrowed a set of exquisite blue porcelain tea sets. I just ate a few of them. A tribute, what etiquette is there?"

"Last month..." Shi Yu murmured.

Then she frowned fiercely, "Immortal Master, I saw the person who came to borrow the tea set from you last month." She raised her eyes and looked at the bald-headed Buddha statue, "That person has hair and is a beautiful girl. Follow me. The Buddha statue looks like—”

Irrelevant.

She drawled and did not continue.

Li Linyuan: "Do you still remember where that person came from?"

Shi Yu said truthfully: "Buddha Land in the Northern Wilderness."

Li Linyuan ate the last piece of osmanthus pastry, supported the altar with one hand, turned over and sat on it, and tapped his fingers leisurely on the table: "Let me ask you again, where did the Purple Gold Saint come from?"

"Bei...eh?"

Seeing that the little girl was still confused, he explained aloud: "Saints are ever-changing and have different forms. The day before yesterday, he was a fair and pure young man with a jade tree facing the wind, and today he will be a three-year-old child who just crawled out of the mud nest."

He knocked on the Buddha statue: "This is the true form, but he rarely appears in his true form."

Before he finished speaking, the door was pushed open with a creak. The visitor saw Li Linyuan sitting casually. He was not angry or annoyed, but smiled and joked: "I can hear you arranging me from a distance." After that, he dismissed the people who were following him. The young monk stepped forward and asked, "What do you want from me?"