He Huan

It was night, and the sky had just turned dark black.

Tang Huan hesitated at the entrance of the inn for a moment, called Xiaoer and asked, "Has anyone else been to the room where the master and I live?"

Xiaoer replied: "A young master came this morning, but he left a while ago."

Tang Huan nodded and sent him away.

Even so, he knocked on the door before entering.

Seeing him coming back, Mingdu said, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Tang Huan said: "Not yet. What about you?"

Ming Du sighed, and said, "Not at all. I was so absorbed in talking with him that I almost forgot to eat lunch."

Tang Huan shook his head in disapproval: "This is not good. I was out shopping today, and I heard that the snacks here are pretty good, why don't you go out and eat with me."

Ming Du responded, "Alright."

Even though it was night, it was supposed to be dark.But if there is a light in this darkness, it will also look warm.

Tang Huan led him to a wonton stand, and said with a smile, "I ate here at noon, and it was much more delicious than I expected. Why don't you try it too?"

"...I don't eat meat."

"It doesn't matter," Tang Huan said with a smile, "Since I brought you here, I know that there are two kinds of stuffing here, one of which is vegetarian."

After finishing speaking, he said to the stall owner: "Uncle, here are two bowls, one with meat and one with vegetarian. The meat tastes stronger, put more mugwort, and the vegetarian one is lighter." (Note: There was no chili in Tang Dynasty. Aizi is the name of the ancients in Sichuan. Eating dogwood is the predecessor of pepper. It has a strong aroma and can be used as medicine)

"Okay," the stall owner responded with a smile, "Don't worry, master, you can definitely eat the vegetarian wontons here, and it will definitely make you feel comfortable!"

Ming Du heard that he was called a great master, he hurriedly put his hands together and said: "Don't dare, I've broken the little monk. Amitabha." After apologizing, he said: "Thank you for your hard work."

The stall owner waved his hand: "It's nothing, if you can patronize my business, that's called, uh, what, it's flourishing!"

Mingdu smiled helplessly.The stall owner led him and Tang Huan to sit down next to him before returning to his pot.

Tang Huan was silent just now, watching Ming Du and the stall owner with great interest, and seeing his expression of helplessness made it even more interesting, and then said: "What he said is not unreasonable. You think, the most— The ascetic and ascetic monks all come to eat here, and others will think that the food here is delicious!"

Mingdu sighed: "My little monk now only hopes that the food here is really as good as you said, but don't waste my publicity for nothing."

Tang Huan was startled, and then burst out laughing in surprise: "It's not easy, Mingdu! You can joke now!" He was in such a good mood that he even forgot to use the term "master" that he usually used to tease Mingdu, just thinking about it. He looked at Mingdu and smiled.

Seeing that he was smiling so happily, Mingdu couldn't help but smile a little too.Tang Huan's appearance can be said to be very good. His eyes are slender and a little frivolous, but his thick eyebrows make him look radiant and his eyes are shining; his lips are thin and a little cold, but his straight nose But it made him look handsome and suave.When such a person smiles happily because of you, you can't help being happy with him.

Two bowls of hot wontons were brought out quickly, and the stall owner said with a smile, "Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Tang Huan replied with a smile: "Don't worry, we will never disappoint your hard-earned food."

The stall owner responded with a smile. Seeing that they had already picked up the bowls, he turned and went back to the stall.

Eating and drinking is always a very comfortable thing.Tang Huan went around twice with him, feeling a little bored, and said, "It's getting late, why don't we go back first?"

Mingdu smiled and said: "You have wandered around during the day enough, but I haven't. Why don't you go back first, and I'll wander around again, and I have the right to exercise and digest food."

Tang Huan hesitated, nodded and said, "Alright. Then you should come back earlier, otherwise you won't have enough rest."

Mingdu replied: "Don't worry, I know how to measure."

After Tang Huan was far away, he walked to a small shop without haste, and said to the shop owner: "Can I ask the benefactor to take out that iron fan for the little monk to have a look at?"

When Tang Huan returned to the inn, he was always a little bored and couldn't calm down.The words I talked with Tang Jin yesterday came back to my ears...

"I don't know who leaked the fact that someone assassinated him..."

"Brother, what do you want to do, monk?..."

"Senior brother, the hall master has asked me to assist you..."

For a while, Mingdu's question popped up again...

"You're not here on a mission, are you?..."

And the relieved expression on his face after he answered...

"Don't worry, I don't have any tasks during this time..."

"……I will not lie to you."

I will not lie to you.

"Tsk..." Tang Huan frowned, and turned around twice a little irritably, thinking that I'm not afraid of him being in the way, but I can't bear to think of his mood after learning the truth.Deceiving such a clean person will always make people feel very guilty-although Tang Huan doesn't think it's cheating, it's just telling the truth selectively.

And this sense of guilt reached its peak when Mingdu returned and handed him the things in his hand.

Ming Du was a little embarrassed and said, "I've been taking care of you a lot these days, and I'm quite sorry. I think this iron fan is very suitable for you, so I decided to buy it for you. I wonder if you are satisfied?"

Tang Huan took the iron fan.This fan is made of pure iron, it is quite heavy, but for martial arts practitioners, it is just the right weight to display its power.The fan is carved with small patterns, which are very delicate.But the fan handle is not as sharp as most iron fans, but rather round and smooth.It can be seen that this is a very fine and defensive weapon.

It was indeed the type Ming Du would choose.

Tang Huan asked, "Why did you think of buying me a fan?"

Mingdu said: "You usually can't hold a thousand receivers. If you need to disguise, you have to use nothing. But I know that you Tangmen must not be good at receiving swords with bare hands. I happened to see this fan again, and I think you must use it. Not only is it not obtrusive, but it is very chic. Looking at it now, it is indeed so."

Tang Huan readily accepted the compliment in his sentence, held the iron fan in his hand and played with it for a while, and after gesticulating a few times with great interest, he remembered and asked, "I remember that your silver taels have not been spent, but have you never spent your money?" Where did you get the money to buy this?"

Mingdu smiled and said: "It's nothing. I just pawned off the little monk's red bowl." He said so lightly, as if it was just some ordinary gadget that was pawned off, rather than Buddhist precepts that require monks to regard it as their own eyes. Like a bowl that you love and care for.

Tang Huan's eyes widened in surprise, and at the same time, he felt that sense of guilt resurfaced in his heart again.

This time, the sense of guilt no longer weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain peak, but turned into a vast ocean, vowing to drown him.

TBC

The author has something to say: The iron fan here borrows the image of Tangmen in Tiandao.