Jiayu Village of Red Mansions

The husband came to walk around the imperial garden. "

"Father, you manage a lot of things every day, how can we idlers compare!" Shui Yu stepped forward and held the arm of the Holy Majesty.

A group of people entered the Wanchun Pavilion, and Shengshan sat down on the stone bench, picked up the three poems transcribed by Yinglian on the table, and said, "Who wrote this 'The Sound of the West Wind Cracking the Jade Flute'?"

"Return to father, it was written by Wenwen!" Shui Yu hurriedly replied.

"I didn't ask you again!" The Holy One said with a smile, and said to Zhang Wen who was on the side: "Although the poem is not perfect, I like this domineering style!"

As he said that, he said to Zhang Tingyu on the side: "Heng Chen, you raised a good daughter!"

"Holy Majesty Miao Zan, she is a girl, what do you want to be domineering! She is usually busy at home, and she ran into the palace to cause trouble!" Zhang Tingyu was happy when the Holy Majesty praised her daughter, but she couldn't help it. Stop complaining.

The Holy Majesty just smiled and said nothing, thought for a while, picked up the pen again, and wrote the sentence that Yinglian just sang on Xue Tao's paper, the handwriting was exactly the same as Yinglian's, Yinglian saw that it was amazing.

Seeing that Yinglian was puzzled, the sage said: "Back then, your father was the best in the world in lower regular script. The cursive script had the sage Wang Xizhi, the cursive style had Huai Su, and the big script had Yan Liuou. I see that Jia Shifei is the only one in lower regular script! I liked it very much when I saw it, so I asked your father to copy the Diamond Sutra to make a copybook, which is still in my imperial study!"

When Yinglian heard this, she felt sad for a moment when she thought of her father, whom she hadn't seen for many years, even though she was also in the capital.

Seeing this, Shui Yu thought of what she saw this morning, rolled her eyes twice, and secretly tugged on Yinglian's robe feet, implying that this is a good opportunity for her.

Yinglian understood, took a step forward, and said to the sage: "Grandfather, it will be Master Chunming's birthday in two days. Yinglian would like to ask for an order to visit Master Chunming, as a filial piety!"

Hearing the words, the Holy Majesty pondered for a long time, and said, "You and Chun Ming haven't seen each other for three years!"

"Grandpa Huihuang, there are only two months left and it will be three years!" Having said this, Yinglian's eyes couldn't help but get a little moist.

"Hey..." His Majesty sighed heavily, and said: "It just so happens that I have a set of Buddhist beads here to send to Chunming, so, you can go with Li Dequan the next day! Go and come back quickly without delay! "

Yinglian was delighted when she heard the words, and thanked the emperor for her kindness without mentioning it.

No.30 nine times

The day and night were already dark, a spring rain had just passed, and the remaining rainwater was still dripping on the bamboo leaves outside the house. Yucun was sitting on the futon and chanting sutras to the altar, and the door of the small building creaked— —" When it was opened, Yucun opened his eyes without turning around, and said: "You are here."

"How do you know it's me." A depressed and cold voice said.

"Because apart from you, no one would enter this small building so silently." Yucun put down the wooden pestle in his hand, stood up, and said with a smile.

"How did you know I would come?" Shui Zhan stared closely at Jia Yucun's eyes. It was Haishi, and he was still sitting in front of the Buddha chanting, obviously waiting for someone.

"Is this important?" Yucun looked away and asked with a smile.

"It doesn't matter." I don't know if Yucun has been a monk for a long time and has been a Buddhist, or for some other reason, the air of fireworks in this world is completely gone in this smile, Shui Zhan said in a hoarse voice.

Three years, too long, long enough to change a person.

"Then why did you come?" Yucun asked Shui Zhan after hearing what Shui Zhan said.

"Because I don't believe you will be willing to stay in this bamboo forest for the rest of your life." Shui Zhan took two steps forward, standing in front of Yucun, and said.

"You have always been the one who knows me best." Yucun smiled sincerely upon hearing this.

The flying fairy fell back into the dust again, Shui Zhan's face loosened a bit, and said, "Since that's the case, why did you write me such a letter?"

"If you don't write it like this, will you come?" Yucun said with a faint smile.

This sentence, like a sharp knife, split the thick barrier between the two people that had been woven in three years.Finally, Shui Zhan couldn't help but took a step forward and pulled Yucun into his arms tightly, as if he wanted to embed Yucun into his body, and said, "Then you know how much my heart hurts when you say that!"

Allowing those big hands to pinch his waist painfully, Yucun said: "I know."

"Do you know how hard it is for me to bear sleepless nights and miss you every day for the past three years!" Shui Zhan said dryly.

"I know." Yucun smiled faintly, hugged Shui Zhan back, and went to untie the jade belt around his waist. Since the two knew each other, how could Shui Zhan's pain not be Yucun's pain?

Feeling Yucun's movement on his waist, Shui Zhan finally couldn't help holding the back of Yucun's head, covering his lips with a smile, gnawing/biting, his heart that had been silent for three years burst out at this moment, two hearts between his chest Close to each other, the same rhythm resonated in the quiet bamboo forest, the string called reason in the mind was completely broken, the snow-white monk's robe slipped off the shoulders, and the feet of the robe were stained with the dust of the world.

"Where's the bedroom?" Shui Zhan gasped after finally regaining a trace of sanity.

"Left." Yucun said with a smile, he likes to see Shui Zhan lose control for him.

It has to be said that the Ninja skills that Shui Zhan has practiced in three years are beyond what Yucun can imagine. Looking at the smiling lover in front of him, Shui Zhan squinted his eyes and vowed to take good care of this sesame stuffed monk!

Shui Zhan hugged Yucun horizontally, kicked open the half-closed door, the thin and soft clothes were completely peeled off, stuffed the man in his arms into the quilt, squinted his eyes, and slowly slipped off his body Half-hanging robes.

Yucun smiled lightly and watched the honey-colored chest gradually reveal, hugged the hot body covering the body, raised his neck to suck the man's chin, followed the Adam's apple, inch by inch, lick/ Lick/suck.

Bursts of numbness extended from the neck to the whole body, making Shui Zhan's body tremble slightly, with his arms supported by Yucun's side, Shui Zhan squinted his eyes to enjoy Yucun's rare active service, and let out a comfortable sigh.

The body screaming became more and more serious, Shui Zhan finally couldn't help but push down Yucun, whose head was half upturned, his eyes were stained with blood, he gnawed/bitten that dishonest lip, and his palms slowly slid down the waistline.

"Hmm!" Yucun let out a muffled groan from his blocked lips, opened his eyes sharply, and his perfectly trimmed fingertips slid a deep red mark on Shui Zhan's back...

……

"Does it hurt?" Shui Zhan frowned, staring at the little red plums between the mattresses.

"What do you think?" Yucun lay on the bed, covered up the blood without any trace, and smiled.

"Drink some water!" Listening to Yucun's voice hoarse, Shui Zhan brought a glass of white water from the table and said.

Yucun smiled gently, took the teacup in Shui Zhan's hand, drank the water in one gulp, and suddenly threw the teacup towards the bedside, the teacup shattered in response, and the fragments bounced across Yucun Ruyu An inch-long wound was drawn on the like arm.

"What are you doing!" Shui Zhan said in surprise when he saw this, grabbed Yucun's arm, the scarlet color in front of his eyes hurt his eyes, he had vowed not to let Yucun suffer any more harm, but now he keeps doing it again and again The one who hurt Yucun was himself.

Slowly pulling his arm out of Shui Zhan's hand, Yucun said: "Ignore it, it's just a skin injury, I have a sense of proportion, there is wound medicine in the cabinet next to it, go and get it for me."

Shui Zhan went to look for it as he said, and there was indeed a small celadon medicine bottle next to the full Buddhist scriptures.

Carefully applying the ointment on Yucun's wound, Shui Zhan said, "How effective is this ointment? Will it leave scars?"

Ever since Yucun ruined his face in order to survive, Shui Zhan has been particularly concerned about the scars on Yucun's body, not because of Yucun's beauty or ugliness, but purely distressed.

"Brother Abbot's unique recipe is specially used for removing scars." Yucun heard that Shui Zhan cared so much about his scars, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart for no reason.

No.30 nine times

Shui Zhan was overjoyed when he heard the words, and turned his gaze to the right side of Yucun's face. As expected, there were only faint red marks left on the hideous scars, and no obvious traces could be seen without careful inspection.

"Your face is healed?" Shui Zhan said excitedly when he saw this, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the scar on Yucun's face.

"You care?" Yucun was displeased, and the expression on his face became indifferent.

"You're upset, why?" Shui Zhan asked with a frown, puzzled when he saw that Yucun's smile was gone.

"No." Yucun turned his face away, facing Shui Zhan with the unscarred side of his face, and said flatly.

Shui Zhan is such a transparent person, he changed his mind slightly, and he already understood the reason why Yucun was unhappy. He thought that the knot in Yucun's heart had been untied, so he gently took Yucun into his arms and sighed: "I just feel sorry for you. You, don't underestimate yourself."

Yucun dilated his pupils slightly when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "It turns out that I violated the precept of anger. It seems that I haven't worked hard enough in the past three years."

Seeing Yucun showing his face, the arc of Shui Zhan's mouth stretched a little more, and said: "I like the way you care about me, but I think you've done enough cleaning in the past few years, and a little firework makes me feel at ease. It’s not like a gust of wind comes and flies away.”

Yucun's cheeks were slightly red when he heard this, and said, "Where did you learn these bastard words!"

"You don't need to learn love words." Shui Zhan said, hugging Yucun tightly again, and then let go.

After putting on his clothes, he tidied up the clutter in the house, and said, "I'm leaving. I'll have nothing to do these few days. Take a good rest. Don't get out of bed to chant scriptures and pay respects to the Buddha. As long as your heart is sincere, the Buddha will not blame you."

"Well," Yucun nodded with a chuckle, thought for a while, and then instructed, "Now is not the time, don't act rashly."

"Did Shui Rong startle you again? Ask him to give you a gift and you can't stop sending it!" Shui Zhan raised his eyebrows.

"It's not that child, could it be that I didn't even notice this?" Yucun said.

"You don't need to worry about this, I have my own way." Shui Zhan said.

"That being the case, I will say no more,