Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Although Wen Yan didn't know whether Zhu Baishao could play chess, after listening to Xiao Huanzhi's simple story, he had an inexplicable hunch that he was talking about her.

"Cough cough cough..."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to cough and lower her head, Wen Yan concealed the struggle and entanglement in her eyes. On one side was a rare heartbeat, on the other was a close friend...

He comforted himself in his heart that Zhu Baishao was in the palace, but Xiao Huanzhi never found it. Does this mean that the two are destined to be together?

Wen Yan also fell in love for the first time, so he was naturally possessive and wanted Zhu Baishao to be with him.

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The wind of late spring has gradually brought the warmth of summer, the remaining red color has not yet faded, and the birds are chirping.

A carriage was driving slowly on the mountain road, its wheels rattling.

Inside the carriage, Bi Tao lifted up a bit of the bamboo curtain and looked at the receding mountain scenery outside the window. A look of joy appeared on her cheeks with some baby fat. She looked back and said with a smile: "Miss, uncle, how long do we have to get to Jinhua?" Temple? I heard that the marriage lottery in Jinhua Temple is working well. When the time comes, the young lady and uncle can go and ask for the lottery."

There was a faint smile on Wen Yan's lips, and her heart moved when she heard this. She immediately looked at the gentle and silent Zhu Baishao. Bai Ling paused for a moment in her eyes, and then said: "We might as well go and ask for a lottery then."

Since he knew Zhu Baishao's true identity, he never called her "Qingxu" again.

They came to Jinhua Temple one day in advance and planned to stay here overnight. They would wait for the Minister of Rites and his family to come here tomorrow and then proceed as planned.

Zhu Baishao raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly: "Brother Yan just arranged it."

The carriage can only go as far as the foot of Jinhua Temple, and then there are dozens of stone stairs leading to the temple gate, where men, women, old and young in different costumes are coming and going.

Zhu Baishao was helped out of the carriage by Bitao, and Wen Yan also offered a hand.

He knew that Zhu Baishao could see it, but every time he saw her eyes covered with Bai Ling, he was a little afraid of her bumping into her.

Zhu Baishao was wearing a pure white dress today. Her hair was simply tied into a bun and tied with a white silk ribbon. Most of her black hair was scattered behind her, leaving only two strands of hair hanging down in front.

Bai Ling's eyes were covered, and the exposed half of her face was already naturally beautiful, like a white peony that had just budded and revealed a little bit of its stamens, which took people's breath away.

Such a beauty was destined to be the center of attention. People walking up and down the stone steps couldn't help but cast their eyes on her. When they saw her blindfolded, their eyes were filled with regret.

"Be careful with the stone steps."

Wen Yan noticed the gazes around her and frowned slightly. He didn't like others looking at her like this.

"Okay." Zhu Baishao responded softly.

The three of them walked slowly down the stone steps and went to burn incense. As soon as they left the hall, a young novice came to greet them. He stood with one palm in front of him and bowed slightly, "Donor Wen, how are the two female donors? "

"My little master is well."

Zhu Baishao and the others also returned the gift.

"Master heard that Donor Wen was coming with his fiancée, so he asked the young monk to come and greet her. The courtyard of your usual guest room has been reserved."

The little novice monk said, leading the way.

"How is your health, Master?" Wen Yan used to devote himself to Buddhism and had a close relationship with the master of Jinhua Temple. They were chess friends and friends for many years.

He wanted to become a monk at Jinhua Temple, but this master persuaded him to stop him, saying that his fate in this world was over.

This time he brought Zhu Baishao here not only to assassinate the Minister of Rites, but also because he wanted to ask the master if he had found his unfulfilled destiny.

"Master is in good health and has no illness or disaster. He has just been looking forward to the arrival of Donor Wen. When Master asked the young monk to come over, he had already laid out the chessboard and was waiting for the donor to pass." The young novice spoke with a smile, as if he had been familiar with the master for a long time. temperament.

At this moment, the system suddenly said: [Host, Xiao Huanzhi is in the master's courtyard. 】

Zhu Baishao was stunned. If she passed by like this, wouldn't she just bump into him?

She thought about it and felt that it was not the time yet. In addition, she had been busy day and night these days and was already feeling sleepy. So she tugged on Wen Yan's sleeves and whispered: "I'm feeling a little unwell, so I won't go with you."

Wen Yan immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"I'm a little tired and want to take a rest."

"Little Master, I remember to find the way to Master. Could you please take her to the small courtyard..."

The little novice monk heard what the two said and bowed, "Donor Wen, please don't worry."

Wen Yan stood there, watching Zhu Baishao's back disappear around the corner, sighed softly, and walked towards the master's residence with his heart full of thoughts.

When they arrived at the door, they saw that there were already several guards in brocade clothes with swords guarding the door. When they saw him coming, they all saluted and said, "Mr. Wen."

Wen Yan was shocked at first, and then felt lucky. Fortunately, Zhu Bai Shao didn't come over.

For some reason, he was a little afraid of the two of them meeting, always feeling that something beyond his expectation would happen.

When Wen Yan entered the courtyard, he saw two people talking under a pine tree.

One is wearing a monk's robe and cassock, with a kind face, and the other is in black attire. Occasionally, the sun shines through the sparse branches and leaves of the pine trees and falls on his cheeks and body. He is obviously careless, but his face becomes more and more like a crown jade, and his phoenix instrument is solemn. .

Even though Wen Yan is a man, no matter how many times he looks at it, he will always be amazed by Xiao Huanzhi's appearance, which is the nobility and beauty supported by the royal family's gold and jade.

Xiao Huanzhi, who was sitting on the futon, raised his eyes slightly and was stunned for a moment when he saw Wen Yan, "Brother Wen?"

Xiao Huanzhi was a little surprised that Wen Yan went out so frequently during this period, which was different from his usual Xijing temperament.

"Your Majesty, Master."

"Donor Wen."

Wen Yan's face was a little pale. He walked over slowly and without waiting for them to ask questions, he said: "I will get married in more than ten days. I will bring my unmarried wife here to offer incense and pray for blessings... I didn't expect that the prince would be there too." Here."

There was a soft sound on the chessboard, and Xiao Huanzhi twisted a white piece between his well-joined fingers, turned it twice on his fingertips, and then it clattered onto the chessboard.

I saw that the white stones on the chessboard were powerful, but the black stones had been killed and shrunk, and there was no possibility of a comeback.

The face of the master opposite changed. He stared at the chessboard for a long time, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper. After a while, he sighed and said, "Your Majesty's chess skills are getting better and better."

When Xiao Huanzhi heard the compliment, he was not as indifferent as usual, but curled his lips, and his heart was as sweet as eating honey.

During these days, he and Zhu Baishao talked and competed with each other all night, but his chess skill level was much higher than before.

At this time, Xiao Huanzhi looked at Wen Yan with a smile and said slowly: "I am here to catch the thief."

Catch that heart thief.

Since she killed the Minister of War, she would naturally not let go of the Minister of Rites.

After the death of the Minister of War, the house of the Minister of Rites was under martial law. She wanted to make it perfect, so only Jinhua Temple was suitable.

"Ahem, cough, cough." Wen Yan suddenly coughed and was out of breath, and a trace of blood seeped out of his handkerchief, causing Xiao Huanzhi and the master to leave their seats and stand up.

"Almsgiver Wen, let me diagnose your pulse."