Zhuo Yirou's eyes skimmed over Gao's, and she also pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, then pulled Zhuo Yijia aside, and said in a low voice: "How did you do it!" How did he get sent to the monk's temple? ”

"What's the matter, the second sister is worried about me?" Zhuo Yijia turned his head to look at Zhuo Yirou. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhuo Yirou didn't bother to pretend in front of Zhuo Yijia for a long time, but she just glanced at her and said disdainfully: "You think too much." I'm worried about myself! What will you do when you're gone? ”

Zhuo Yijia looked at Zhuo Yirou and said unhurriedly: "Didn't the second sister forget what I told you before?" ”

Zhuo Yirou was stunned for a moment, remembering what Zhuo Yijia said that it was easier to move out of Zhuo's house. The psychology is both surprised and worried. She didn't believe that Zhuo Yijia moved to the temple because of her.

"You arranged this yourself?" Zhuo Yirou's voice was incredulous, and she turned her head to look at the carriage on the side.

Zhuo Yijia's ability is so great? Can she still let her family send her to Fanlin Temple?

Zhuo Yijia shook his head: "Naturally not, but it's just pushing the boat along the river." Anyway, they were all sent out of the house, and if it's not good, it's not good for me. It's better for you to come out, isn't it better for you? What do you have to worry about. ”

Zhuo Yirou listened and nodded approvingly. Anyway, it wasn't her who was kicked out of the house, and it wasn't her fault that she was damaged. On the contrary, she can still get benefits. What's so bad about it.

"Yes, then you should hurry up." Zhuo Yirou, who had figured it out, waved her hand at Zhuo Yijia and urged.

Zhihua, who was following behind Zhuo Yijia, couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly. It's rare to be selfish to this extent.

After saying goodbye, Zhuo Yiyu and Zhuo Yijia got into the carriage together. Zhuo Yijia sat in the carriage and took a nap, Zhuo Yiyu sat on the side and lifted the curtain, watching the scenery fade all the way back, and suddenly felt a sense of melancholy.

"Jia'er, when will you be able to come back?" Zhuo Yiyu lowered the curtain and looked at Zhuo Yijia.

Zhuo Yijia didn't have Zhuo Yiyu's melancholy, and he didn't have the heart to open the curtain to see where he once lived. There's nothing to be nostalgic about.

At this time, he smiled and did not answer.

This smile, in Zhuo Yiyu's eyes, became a helpless bitter smile.

He sighed again: "Said to teach me archery, and when I can enter the court and participate in politics, he will tutor me." If this is gone, the future will not be counted. ”

"If you say yes, you still have to count." Zhuo Yijia took Zhuo Yiyu's words and turned his head to look at him: "In the future, if you participate in politics and I will counsel, what is the contradiction between me and going to Fanlin Temple?" Does it have to be in the house to discuss political affairs? Zhuo Yijia said and shook his head.

Zhuo Yiyu thought about it, it was. Fanlin Temple is not far away, just on the outskirts of Beijing, what is the difficulty in talking and discussing?

The sky outside was already bright, and when I arrived at Fanlin Temple, it was already the end of the morning.

Zhihua Hongshan helped Zhuo Yijia down.

Wujing stood at the intersection, with a face of lovelessness, and waved at Zhuo Yijia: "Amitabha." ”

Zhishu dispatched the little guy to move the box in the back.

Zhuo Yijia returned the salute, and the car that picked Zhuo Yijia up the mountain had been parked. Zhuo Yiyu stood beside Zhuo Yijia, and Mama Cao also got out of the car behind. She stood at the intersection and looked at the forest.

Look like I want to walk in a few steps.

Xiao Shami, who was guarding the entrance of the mountain, turned sideways and stopped: "Amitabha, donor, please stay." ”

Mama Cao paused and bowed respectfully to the little novice: "Can't you enter here?" "I only said that I can't come to visit in the future, and I didn't say that I can't go up the mountain today.

Xiao Shami nodded: "This mountain behind the temple is a forbidden place, and idlers can't enter." Normally, pilgrim donors can only enter from the mountain road north of Fan Lin Mountain. ”

Mama Cao nodded, she can't go in today, it seems that she really can't visit in the future. Thinking of this, he looked back at Zhuo Yijia and sighed. It's also a miserable one.

After saying goodbye, Zhuo Yijia and the three maids got into the carriage that came down from the mountain, and Mama Cao and Zhuo Yiyu also took the carriage from Zhuo's house.

Wujing and Zhuo Yijia sat in a carriage, and later a carriage was pulling boxes.

At the entrance of the mountain and forest path, there are two small novices, not like the innocence and compassion of ordinary novices, the two of them are guarding one left and one right, and their eyes are fierce. The newly shaved mountain still has a slightly whitish mark.

As soon as you enter the forest, the temperature suddenly drops a little.

The car is relatively large, but it is slightly crowded with four people. Zhishu sat outside with the novice who was driving the car.

Zhuo Yijia sat aside, lifted the curtain and looked out, the mountains and forests were the same as they had come not long ago. There are three or two thatched huts in the mountains and forests, and there are one or two not far from each other. Those are all the manpower arranged by Sanniang.

In the past, the area of Fanlin Temple on Fanlin Mountain was in the temple. Now that Zhuo Yijia came, Sanniang sent many people to guard this mountain, and this mountain seemed to have become Zhuo Yijia's. Even the Fanlin Temple, which is located on the top of the mountain, seems to be under the control of Sanniang.

Zhuo Yijia lowered the curtain and looked at Wujing, who was sitting on the opposite side and counting the beads. Although Wujing is the younger brother of Master Wuji, it stands to reason that he is smaller, but his hair is pale, and he looks half a nail older than Wuji.

"There is Master Lao Wujing." Zhuo Yijia folded his hands in front of Wuji in front of him and made a reverent gesture.

She is very sincere. Although Wujing was forced by her. But after all, he is a senior monk of Fanlin Temple, and now he is getting off the sedan chair on Fanlin Mountain, and he still needs help.

Moreover, it was what Beisheng came back to tell her yesterday. This murderous catastrophe is not Wuji's casual nonsense. Zhuo Yijia is not a person who believes in ghosts and gods, but she herself was reborn with the power of ghosts and gods. I don't believe it at all, that's a lie.

Knowing more about two eminent monks, there is naturally nothing wrong with it.

Wujing heard Zhuo Yijia's words, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the little daughter sitting in front of him. She probably didn't know that she had been framed to enter the temple. Thinking of Bei Sheng's cold-blooded appearance of drawing his sword at every turn, Wu Jing felt pity for the little girl in front of him from his heart.

She is still so young, who has offended her, and she was sent to this deep mountain and old forest to be imprisoned.

Thinking of this, Wujing looked at the girl in front of him, and his voice couldn't help but soften: "The little donor doesn't need to say thank you, if you need it in the future, you can come to Fanlin Temple to find a poor monk." Saying that, Wujing coughed, turned his head to look around, and didn't feel the coldness on his neck, so he put his heart at ease.

If you say a word of help casually, you won't be killed by those black-hearted people, right?

Zhuo Yijia looked at Wujing and nodded with a smile: "I will go to the temple to visit the master when I have time." "Words are not spoken.

Zhuo Yijia was sent to the Zen monastery in the mountains and forests, and Wujing turned back to Fanlin Temple.

The 'novices' who followed behind carried boxes of things into the courtyard, and then scattered one by one to guard outside the courtyard.

Glancing at the shaved head guards guarding outside, Zhuo Yijia turned around and walked into the house. Now the guards who protect her are dressed as little monks, but they are much more open.

After settling in the courtyard of Fan Lin Mountain, Zhuo Yijia began to plan the time to go to the Northland. There are two days left on the twenty-eighth day of the new year. Zhuo Yijia set to go to the north on that day.

Zhihua has to take care of Zhao Fengyao all the way, and Zhishu must also stay by his side. After this calculation, only Hongshan remains. The unliterate and unarmed Hong Shan only stayed in the deep mountains, and Zhuo Yijia couldn't rest assured. The three maids were all brought along.

In two days, Zhuo Yijia explained to Yan Ruyi and Chen Sanniang. Sanniang always pays attention to the movements in the capital. The affairs of He's account books were fully managed by the shopkeeper Yan when Zhuo Yijia returned.

After explaining, as soon as the two days passed, Zhuo Yijia and his party drove to the house outside the southern city.

Linyi City in the North

Chun'er was in the courtyard of Linyi City, looking at the letters that would be sent from the capital.

The letter explained the affairs of the capital and the affairs of the Sun family. The prince of Huairong was in the Gu, and the master chose a day to go to Linyi City in the north with the prince.

The exam questions for Chunfu have been handed over, and they will be sent over with the master and his party.

Chun Er finished reading the letter and looked out the window calmly. The northern land is colder than the capital, and in winter, even the ground is frozen together. The heavy snow has been blowing day after day, and it has long been impossible to see the original appearance of Linyi City. At first glance, it is a white expanse that cannot be seen.

He placed the letter in a charcoal basin, and the paper quickly turned to ashes. muttered in his mouth; "It's such a cold day, don't freeze when the master comes."