This prince is a little sweet

He shook the teacup in front of Shen Chaoci, and said meaningfully: "He went back to his home to visit relatives. I didn't expect you to come to my house for a long time, and then thought of Wei Xuan. If he knows, I'm afraid It’s going to be a long time to complain again.”

Shen Chaoci was taken aback for a moment, and then said disapprovingly: "He is a big man, when did he become so small? What you said is probably to make him angry."

Xiao Heng pursed his lips, not wanting to reason with him, so he said vaguely: "Okay, I'm afraid you can't open your head. No wonder he hid it for so long. It's only for you that he's so impatient."

The meaning of these words seems to be obvious enough, even Xie Yuan figured out something unusual, and almost widened his eyes in surprise.Fortunately, in the end, he felt that it was not moral to speculate about other people's affairs casually, so he resisted the urge to ask the truth.

However, Shen Chaoci was still puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and he muttered something. Anyway, it was probably a complaint. It seemed that he didn't think about what he should have thought at all. The view grabs attention.

Someone somewhere is playing a Guqin with mountains and flowing water. Amidst the soothing sound of the piano, a dead leaf is slanting down in the north wind.

At this time, there was a rapid "whoosh" piercing the air in their ears, Xiao Heng's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw a feathered arrow piercing through the wooden door of Xie's house in an instant, wrapping the yellow leaf fiercely. Nailed to the plum tree in the courtyard.

The hair between his temples was slightly blown by the breeze brought by the feather arrows, and a seemingly invisible bloodstain slowly emerged on the side of his face.Xiao Heng subtly raised his eyebrows, a thing the size of a relic in his sleeve slipped down to his fingertips in an instant, and with a slight movement of his wrist, he quickly flicked the "relic" out.

In the blink of an eye, there was a "bang" explosion on the stone steps of the house, and the relic was filled with black/fire/powder!

However, Xiao Heng seemed to be one step too late. After the gunpowder smoke cleared, there was no one outside the house.

Xiao Heng narrowed his eyes, who is this?

The arrow frightened Xie Yuan, but fortunately no one was injured, he calmed down a little, and his eyes naturally followed the arrow to the yellow leaves under the arrow tip.

He was a little surprised to find that there was a letter tied to the feather arrow.It seems that the purpose of this arrow is not to assassinate, but only to send a message.

Xiao Heng had also seen the letter, and for a moment he couldn't think of who would do this, so he raised his chin and said to Xie Yuan: "Ah Yuan, take it here and have a look."

Xie Yuan had just recovered from Xiao Heng's words to the former Emperor Yong'an at this moment. Hearing the words, he nodded reluctantly, then walked to the plum tree. The feathered arrow was pulled out.Then he untied the letter paper and spread it out in front of Xiao Heng and Shen Chaoci.

The letter paper is full of the fragrance of flowers and plants after the rain, and there is a bit of aura in the handsome handwriting on the paper, which can be seen from the penman's penmanship.I saw it said——

"At noon today, we will meet at Qingmen Temple. ——Miaoxu"

Shen Chaoci stared at the letter paper for a while, and then suddenly realized: "This inscription is very familiar. If I remember correctly, this Miaoxu should be... the recent Yunjiao monk from Qingmen Temple?"

After hearing this, Xiao Heng took the letter paper, rubbed it lightly with his fingertips for a while, and then said: "I never imagined that Buddhist disciples can't help being tainted with these mundane things, so let me go and meet him."

☆, under the umbrella

The carriage bumped forward on the muddy dirt road, and the carriage was burning with warm incense, making it a bit stuffy.

The Qingmen Temple in Liangzhou is located ten miles away from the suburbs of the city. On weekdays, except for some faithful men and women who go to eat fast and worship Buddha, few people set foot in it. Therefore, on the way Xiao Heng went to Qingmen Temple, there was a lot less noise, which seemed to make people feel uncomfortable. My heart also slightly settled down.

In the carriage, Xiao Heng was wearing a big cloak, leaning lazily on the cushion. He looked like he had no bones. People with no eyesight would probably not be able to see it anyway. Marquis of Changping.

Because Shen Chaoci had bid farewell to them earlier, Xie Yuan was the only one who accompanied Xiao Heng to Qingmen Temple at this time.At this time, although he was sitting in the carriage, his eyes were darkly looking out of the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xiao Heng looked at his side face, and belatedly realized that the child had gradually grown, and the pink fleshy face in his memory had disappeared at some point, and the five fingers folded on his legs were also very slender, as if Has the appearance of a bit of an adult.

His heart moved slightly, and he thought in a strange way, after the new year, Xie Yuan will be sixteen, and in a few years, he will start a family, and according to what he has done during this period of time, I am afraid that he will never want to Thinking of going to Hou Mansion to see myself.

This feeling of premature aging made Xiao Heng feel inexplicably melancholy, and he didn't even notice that he had already arrived at Qingmen Temple.

The coachman knocked on the crossbar of the car, Xie Yuan saw Xiao Heng's dazed look, reached out hesitantly, patted Xiao Heng's forehead lightly, and said, "Brother Heng, we are here."

The young man's voice was low and warm, with a hint of a gentleman like jade.

Xiao Heng was called back to his senses, he responded somewhat unnaturally, got up and got off the carriage.