Gotta get to-

There was a clear sound of horses' hooves.

It was as if it were calm on the eve of a storm.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and the snow-colored white horses glowed in the moonlight.

A black figure crouched atop a white horse held the reins, its back bowed like a string.

It was too quiet on the long street, and his breathing was heavy and oppressive.

His expression was serious, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the sweat condensed together, and then fell overwhelmingly.

Da!

A hurried and messy sound of horses' hooves rang out.

Behind him there was a blaze in the sky, and the sound of the horseshoe riding was like thunder.

Feathered arrows roared at a man and a horse.

Kill -

That's what he believes.

Seeing Qiyu being rubbed his head, he looked obediently smiling, glanced at each other with Zhiran, and pulled him forward.

A few days ago, I was still curious about why Uncle Seven Delusion and Master Youtan reconciled so quickly, in fact, how could Seven Delusion really get angry with Master Teacher.

In Kong's opinion, it's just that the seven delusions are awkward in his heart, obviously the mage has stopped him from reciting the shaving for so many years, and the explanation is not clear, but he can't get angry at all.

In those few days, Uncle Qiyu's invitation to the young uncle did not fall once, and even the water in the mage's teacup was always hot.

It was a rainy day when he went down the mountain, just like the day he went up the mountain, and the drizzle added a little melancholy.

He had gone down the mountain very early, before dawn, and now it was clear that he was still sleeping.

He didn't want to alarm them, if he let those two little junior brothers know, he would definitely cry.

He put the candy and the copper coins on the table, and if they knew, they would be a little less resentful of him.

The sedan chair man has been waiting at the foot of the mountain, the sedan chair is low-key, only the hanging "An" word is embroidered with gold thread, dancing in the wind.

Seeing the empty out, the subordinate hurriedly moved the pedal, helped the empty sedan chair, and the empty gaze paused for a while on the word "An" and then looked away, he only felt that the blood in the piece of gold was surging, with a fishy smell.

There is a hole in the sedan car, the sedan chair is wide, paved with complete leather, the corner of the place is burned with a small bronze furnace, the carbon is smokeless carbon, and the hot water is rolling. Tea cups and delicate pastries are placed on the small table in the middle. If you let you see it, you will definitely be hungry.

There was also a thick booklet on the coffee table.

I opened the booklet and briefly explained the current situation of Anfu and the income and expenditure of the land under the shop.

"Young master, it's time to get up. ”

After these words, the sedan chair has been lifted, and the road here is not flat, but the sedan chair man walked very steadily, and even the water has not spilled out.

The curtain was lifted in the air, and the hundred-step stone steps behind him gradually moved away.

He probably won't come back, and his eyes are getting wet and blurry.

He went up the mountain at the age of five and became a disciple of the Void Temple, and now he has been twelve years.

There are many reasons to send the child to the temple, but it is clear that he was put outside the gate of the Void Temple one morning, and on a cold day, the baby's face was red from the cold, and the cry was as weak as that of a milk cat.

I went up the mountain by myself, and at that time, I was as thin as a bamboo pole, and my skin was sallow and far less white and fat than it is now. Only a pair of eyes are black and round, born with a smiling face, he laughs when he meets people, he said that he was hungry, and after devouring two steamed buns, he refused to leave.

The flood took away a lot of people, and after searching outside the village for more than a month, he couldn't find his family. When I first came, I still had a fever, and it was rescued by Master Youtan.

And empty himself, he came to take refuge. His hometown is in Lexian, and it takes three days to catch a carriage here.

He is known for his peace and tranquility.

He was five years old that year, and he was sleeping soundly, when he was dragged out of the bed by his aunt, hurriedly put on his clothes, and handed him over to the palanquin man waiting at the back door, and the two did not even have time to say goodbye, so the aunt closed the small door.

A simple sedan chair rode through the night, carrying only a package, some dry food, a suit of clothes and a piece of jade pendant.

He fell asleep while holding the package and crying, and three days later he arrived at the Void Temple, where Master Youtan personally carried him out, at that time his hands and feet were cold, and his face was stained with undried tears, and Master Youtan personally wiped his face with a warm handkerchief.

At that time, he saw him, understood and was able to stay with him all night while he was young and ignorant, but he held the quilt and stayed with him all night.

Later, he was ordained and became one of the little novices, and Venerable Mingde gave him the name of emptiness. Since then, there have been fewer nineteen sons of Anhou Mansion, and there has been a small novice in the Void Temple.

Father is An Bohou, hereditary, wives and concubines, he is Aunt Wen's child, Aunt Wen was born very beautiful, but her temperament is gentle and indisputable, as time goes by, his father's favor fades down, and the life of the two in the house becomes more and more bitter.

With Aunt Wen by her side, her peaceful childhood was also very happy.

But those days were short-lived.

There are quite a lot of concubines in the house, but there are not many who survived, An Ning is nineteen, not the youngest, there is a sister at the bottom, and An Ning has only seen nine during the New Year's holidays, either early death or frailty.

An Ning left the year when his father died, due to the early death of his son-in-law, the men in the house are likely to have a hereditary one, the original undercurrent moved to the front, the house fought fiercely, and the men in the house may just drink tea and died inexplicably.

Even An Ning's food was poisoned, but it happened to be stolen by a wild cat.

Later, Aunt Wen sent someone to secretly send him out, she said that she didn't want peace to be rich and rich, but only asked him to be safe.

As for why it is the Void Temple, Aunt Wen said that this place will be the safest place, because it is the most reassuring cage for those in power.

But who is trapped in this cage?

An Ning flipped through the booklet and gradually fell asleep.

After he came back from Master Mingde that day, he was a little distraught because he sent a letter from Anfu after ten years.

That year's house fight was won by the seventh brother, but the seventh brother also fell into a stubborn disease, lying in bed all the year round, and had no heirs under him, and now he is dying.

Seeing that there was no successor to Anfu, some people remembered the tranquility of the monk in the Void Temple, and the grandmother who lived in a simple house and devoted herself to worshipping the Buddha wrote a letter to inform her that she would come to pick up An Ning and return to her home to inherit Anhou Mansion.

The letter also said that as a descendant of the An family, this is his responsibility.

Jiang Yourou pursed her lips, "Big brother said that drinking milk is good for your body and can grow taller." ”

"Grandpa is not long anymore. Mr. Xi pouted, a rare childishness, waiting for the milk cup.

"Rouge and his grandfather drank milk together. Jiang Youyan coaxed, looked at the half of Xi Qi's face in the video, and blinked, "Big brother drinks milk with us." ”

Xi Qi was stunned.

After Mr. Xi was surprised, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at his grandson, "That's good." ”

The old butler held back a smile, but quietly stepped back and boiled the milk.

The little master doesn't like milk, and it's the same as the old man.

Xi Qi pursed his lips, ignoring his grandfather's mood of watching a good show, and looked at Jiang Youyan's sparkling eyes, without refusing, "Okay." ”

He doesn't actually hate it, it's just that he's emotionally apathetic and rarely likes things in their opinion.

But the appearance of Yan Yan thinking about the way to persuade is very cute.