After the rebirth, I became a Buddha, but the scumbags started to panic

He supported Yan Wan, just in time, the pain he imagined did not subside, but a faint lotus fragrance wafted out, Yan Wan opened his panic-closed eyes, and cried out in surprise:

"Master Song?"

As soon as these three words came out, the entire hall started to commotion, the female guests changed from peeking to staring, and countless scorching gazes converged on where Yan Wan was.

The fallen flowers feasted on the Qionghua feast, and Xianlang looked back lazily.

Snow clothes with wide sleeves and silver belts, and a poem, full of coquettishness.

On the night of the Yuan Dynasty last year, the moon waves pushed the dream boat to swim.

All the girls by the riverside sleep less, and when they hear the flute at night, their hearts are moved.

The poets in Kyoto wrote only for Song Yi, and no other person has this honor.

Even Miss Zhou, who was about to leave the cabinet, glanced at Song Yi with a lot of shyness on her face.

The one with the ugliest face was Zhou Heng. He never thought that he would meet Song Yi here. Yan Wan is Song Yi's disciple. He might have to stand up for Yan Wan. Straightening his back, he yelled mockingly:

"Master Song."

Song Yi's hand was still around her waist, Yan Wan hurriedly took a step back and distanced herself from him, Song Yi frowned calmly, then looked at Zhou Heng, and said in a soft voice, "Young Master Zhou deceived me!" Student, can you give me an explanation?"

As expected, he came to stand up for Yan.

But Zhou Heng had already thought up his speech, and said solemnly: "As an elder, Song Taifu will never interfere in the private affairs of the younger generation?"

Yan Wan was also afraid that Song Yi would surrender his status and be tarnished by scoundrels like Zhou Heng, so he gently tugged on Song Yi's sleeve.

But Song Yi ignored him, and just glanced at him lightly, as if warning him not to make trouble, then slightly raised her thin lips, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "In that case, I will send someone to invite Lord Shangshu here , ask him carefully why his son bullies my students."

Zhou Heng was dumbfounded on the spot.

Miss Zhou suddenly recovered from the state of nympho, and said sharply: "Teacher Song, you are going too far."

But after a few quarrels and disputes, he clamored to invite the parents, so he couldn't afford it.

Song Yi had no expression on his face, and even ignored him, and only said to the guys in the hall: "Go."

Loutang's clerk hurried out of Xiulou and went to Zhou Mansion to run errands.

Zhou Heng thought of his father's stern nature, his teeth chattered, he gritted his teeth and glared at Yan Wan.

The timing of Song Yi's appearance was so good that he even suspected that the two had colluded.

How Yan Wan didn't know what he was thinking, bent his lips deliberately and smiled, and immediately drove Zhou Heng to death.

Zhou Shangshu heard that Song Yiyou was flattered, and hurriedly followed the clerk, and when he went to the mandarin duck building, he found that his son had caused trouble, so he picked up the guy and threw it at Zhou Heng. Song Yi spoke.

Zhou Heng was running wild in the hall, holding his head like a mouse, while Miss Zhou was jumping anxiously beside him: "Uncle, stop beating, cousin already knows he was wrong..."

The farce ended in a hurry, and the eyes of all the female guests finally parted from Song Yi.

Song Yi led Yan to the outside, and stood under the banyan tree entwined with red threads, wearing snow clothes and silver belts, which made her look even more outstanding.

Passers-by peeped one after another, and Yan Wan was sincerely grateful: "Thank you, teacher."

Song Yi put one hand behind his back: "What are you doing here?"

Yan Wan replied: "Buy some silk thread, I want to embroider a sachet for Yunsheng."

Song Yi frowned for a while, then pondered: "What color do you want, I have palace brocade and colored thread in my house, you can take some if you want."

Yan Wan raised her eyebrows slightly, although she was puzzled, she quickly figured out that the brocades and colored threads in the palace are always only available to the princes and ladies, and the Song Yi must have been given by Princess Langhuan, so she almost fell to the ground just now At that time, he noticed that there was another person behind the screen where Song Yi came out, probably Princess Langhuan.

He knew that Song Yi had a very close relationship with Princess Langhuan, and he had been jealous of Princess Langhuan because of him, but now that he thought about it, he was so stupid that he accepted Song Yi's kindness frankly.

"Then I will thank the teacher for Yunsheng."

Song Yi gave a faint "hmm" and said, "Then you can choose a day to come to my house."

The choice of colored thread should be chosen by the embroiderer himself.

What's more, what is to be embroidered is something sincere and expressive like a sachet.

Yan Wan didn't mind meeting Song Yi, and nodded in agreement. After Song Yi left, Hua Ying beside her was anxious: "My lord, are you going to the Song Mansion?"

"But just pick some silk thread and come back, it's okay."

Yan Wan comforted her.

Hua Ying was speechless, but Yan Wan had no choice but to stop dissuading her.

With Ji Fengxuan as a lesson from the past, she always feels that Song Yi is not a good thing. She resigned her son's marriage earlier, who knows if she will turn back.

……

Yan Wan picked a sunny day and went to Song Mansion.

He handed over the greeting card in advance, and the past was unimpeded, and the stewards in the mansion seemed to dislike him, but Yan Wan didn't take it seriously.

It is well known that he forced Song Yi to marry him, and it is reasonable for people in the Song Mansion to hate him.

Today it is rare for Song Yi not to wear snow-white, but a light silver dress, which is a little less dusty, a little more luxurious, and has a mortal aura in every gesture.

He personally led Yan Yan to the warehouse. There were many things in the warehouse. The steward helped to find them for a long time before he dug out the box containing the brocade thread.

However, Yan Wan's attention was attracted by a dusty book on the bookshelf.

The blue cover is stapled with thread, and four strong characters are embedded in the book frame——

Yun Feng Benji.

He picked it up, brushed the dust off the book, and said with some nostalgia: "I haven't seen this book for a long time, and it was actually put here by the teacher."

Song Yi followed his gaze to the yellowed pages, and frowned slightly. When Yan Wan gave this book to him, he put it together with a bunch of famous calligraphy and paintings. I went in, so I never cared about it.

The book "Yunfeng Benji" is sold everywhere, but it records the human geography in various parts of Yun country, how to judge Yan Wan's face, this book is very important...

Yan Wan only glanced at it, then put it back where it should have been. Looking at the box in her arms, she smiled sincerely, "Thank you, teacher."

"Some silk threads are not worth mentioning. If you want anything else, you can speak up."

Yan Wan shook his head and said, "Not anymore."

Song Yi sent him out of the house.

When he was about to leave, Song Yi asked the steward to bring some premium tea leaves for him to take back.

Yan Wan accepted it, and let the coachman set off, the wheels of the carriage rolled slowly, and the carriage turned around and headed towards Yan's mansion.

Song Yi turned back to the mansion and went to the warehouse without stopping.

He unfolded the "Yunfeng Benji", his expression changed drastically, and he could hardly maintain his composure.