It was another year of Chinese New Year's Eve, but the people of Yancheng were not as happy as before, and the family just hung a red lantern, even if a few children played together in the deep alley, they would be called back and locked in the house.

Han Zhe stood on the Tingfeng Tower, looking at the hustle and bustle of thousands of homes that were brightly lit, but there was no response, and couldn't help but sigh.

When Zhu Yifei stepped on the last wooden ladder, he just heard it, paused, walked up to him and stood side by side, without saluting, and said with a smile, "What is King Han sighing again?" ”

"I don't know when this world will settle down" Han Zhe's eyes were clear and clear, but he suppressed a sadness that was about to erupt.

"Eighteen months, it's almost over" turned his head to look at him in a thin bedclothes, with the window wide open, and he didn't wear the fur of a mink fox, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "You vomited blood just a little better last time, why don't you take care of your body so much"

"Nowadays, the people of the world are suffering from war, and how many people are sleeping in the open air, it is difficult to find a place to shelter, and they can't stand it with a little cold wind, how to be the master" Han Zheyan coughed lightly.

Zhu Yifei picked it lightly, grabbed the black fox fur hanging on the picturesque screen of the red sandalwood inlaid with hundreds of treasures in his hand, and carefully draped it on him, "If you have three long and two short, won't the people of this world never come out?" The fifteenth prince is violent, arrogant and lascivious, and it is difficult to take on a big responsibility, Zhang Hou only knows how to be reckless and self-serving, and he does not know how to govern a side of the land, that Chen, Xu Er will be controlled by the imperial court, and will be exploited by corrupt people all day long, too incompetent, if the world is handed over to these people, it is unimaginable."

"Now the three forces, the number of orphans is the weakest, if it wasn't for the lonely will, the battle of the Yellow River, the 200,000 army suffered heavy losses, and now only one-third is left, trapped in Yancheng, is lonely and sorry for the people of the world" Han Zhe closed his eyes, his face was sad, like a lonely and helpless child.

"In the past two years, you have matured a lot, but don't worry, since Zhang Hou and the imperial court are fighting hotly, we just need to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and at that time, the fisherman will be able to profit" Zhu Yifei comforted.

"If the family members of the two major generals Chen can be rescued from Kyoto, the two of them will definitely be grateful for their deep friendship, fairy, I dare to ask you for help" Han Zhe suddenly turned around and knelt down.

"This can't be helped, Xiaoxian is going to lose his life" Zhu Yifei hurriedly helped him up, frowned and pondered, and sighed half-heartedly, "That's it, I thought you wouldn't ask for me, but now, instead, I have to take a trip, but I did what I promised King Han, but the follow-up result may not be as King Han wanted"

"Lone knows, you have rarely asked about mundane things, if it weren't for your life, you wouldn't have participated, but now, only you can go to heaven and earth, come and go to Kyoto as if you were in a no-man's land, save a few people, you should not be embarrassed fairy" Han Zhe said politely.

"It's really easy, but where does King Han want to save Chen and Xu Erjiang's families? Is it to send back, Chen, Xu Erjia, or to bring Yancheng? ”

"Send it back to Chen, Xu Erjia, just say that you are my person, I think he will definitely miss Lone's kindness," Han Zhe said.

Zhu Yifei was speechless and nodded.

Early the next morning, the little monk was pulled up from the bed, and when he saw that he looked sleepy-eyed, he was a little unbearable, so he pressed him back to the bed, cleaned up briefly, and went out.

Just left the Jialan Pass less than ten miles, the forehead was suddenly hit by something, picked up and looked, it was an unripe winter jujube, looked up, saw a jujube tree not far away is lying on the side of the little monk in white, the wrist is wrapped in a white Bodhi bead like jade, twisted in the hand with a red sandalwood Buddha bead, hanging on the neck of nine relics, is squinting eyes, looking at her with a smile.

Zhu Yifei was so angry that she smashed the dates back, Huitong hurriedly dodged, jumped down from the tree, came to her in two or three steps, hugged her arm and said coquettishly, "Demon girl, where are you going, why don't you call me"

"Go, go, you monk, pull and pull with me, what will it look like" Zhu Yifei pressed his bald head hard, wanting to separate this big man of nearly one meter eight from his body, but after trying for a few seconds, he gave up, the strength of the little monk is not ordinary, when he was three or four years old, he could carry two big buckets in his hand, and his face was not red and he was not panting and hiking up and down the mountain, and now, it is even more amazing.

"Demon girl, when I was a child, you always rushed to hug me and touch my flesh, why do you start to dislike me now" He put on a look of grievance, very naïve and innocent.

"Forget it, I can't tell you, since you're here, let's go together" After saying that, he raised his hand lightly and patted the little monk's left shoulder, and the two escaped into the ground and disappeared.

"Demon girl, why don't you drive the clouds, it's cold and damp underground, it's so uncomfortable" The little monk was pinched in her hand and dragged all the way forward, quite helpless.

"It's easy to be spotted in the clouds, and besides, if you have to go to Kyoto, the land is so vast and crowded that it's not good to be seen by unnecessary mortals."

The little monk pursed his lips and continued to endure it, no longer speaking.

In the land of Kyoto, the scenery and people are all of the top grades, even if the war is rampant and corruption is rampant, it is still full of lights and wine, and the prodigal pride is not gone.

It is just after Chinese New Year's Eve, there is a little green in the pink makeup and jade bricks, there is no lack of red faces and young people in the decadence and sorrow, and the bustle and hustle and bustle of the market always seem particularly authentic compared to the depression of Yancheng.

I'm afraid that if you just look at the appearance, these fifteen princes will definitely be regarded as a Ming monarch and the emperor of the mean.

Zhu Yifei took the little monk out from under the backyard wall of an inn, the snow soaked his clothes, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Enchantress, what are we going to do?" The little monk looked at the desolate backyard, and then looked at the octagonal pavilion standing in front of him, about three stories high, the courtyard inside and outside, it was just after the New Year, there were no guests, a few cold sparrows fell on the kissing cockroach, and the tail was singing.

In the early morning, there was a slight snowfall, and the two of them stood at the root of the wall in a daze, quite a bit stupid, especially the little monk, with a long mouth, and the thin red lips were extremely moist and transparent by the snow water, like a Philippine rubellite.

The sound of Lang Lang's book came from the courtyard next door, Zhu Yifei came back to her senses, and pulled the little monk towards the main hall of the inn.

"Find a place to live first" As he spoke, he walked to the main hall, and a housekeeper was surprised to see the two, and stepped forward and said with bad intentions, "The shop is not open today, and the door is also plugged in, where did you two come in?"

"Oh, just got out of the dirt," the little monk pointed to the root of the backyard wall.

"Yo, a monk and a yellow flower girl, elopement for the New Year, it's really not ashamed" The job saw that there was no trace of excavation at the root of the wall, but a large piece of blood fell on the wall, and seeing that the two of them were clear and beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, they instinctively imagined.

"Hehe, we just eloped and came to settle in the capital" The little monk smiled, took out a certain amount of silver from his pocket, more than ten taels, and handed it to the workman, "Arrange a room to go to the room, to eat, to bathe"

The job frowned, did not take the silver, but said seriously, "We are serious business, not bent by money, like you, an unserious monk, abducting a girl from a good family, I want to tell my lord and arrest you to the government"

"Why, it's too little, I still have it" The little monk took out a certain silver ingot from his pocket again.

Zhu Yifei looked at his deflated pocket hanging on his waist, a little speechless, and said to the young man, "Don't listen to him, this is my junior brother, Master Huitong, there is a little problem with my brain, this girl is also a cultivator, she came to Kyoto to be entrusted by others, to treat diseases and save people, and she got lost for a while, and I hope that the little master Haihan"

The young man changed the hot teapot in his hand a few times, raised his eyebrows and looked at the two of them, and said, "I can't see anything, the New Year, you two are dressed a little thinner, come to the house and sit down first, I'll go and tell my master, what should I do later, I have to listen to my master."

Zhu Yifei nodded, followed the laughter through the two bluestone roads, and came to a long corridor, and saw that there were rows of wings on the left and right, only the one at the end was quite elegant, and the decoration was also very exquisite, so he asked, "This is the main hall for hospitality?" ”

"No, this is our master's study, he rarely meets guests on weekdays, and occasionally his cousin comes, and he is also in the study." As a few people approached, the sound of reading stopped, and the door of the room suddenly opened, and a young man from the Blue Mountains, combing his hair, with thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, was handsome, and his scholarly spirit was a little resolute, looking like a talented man with both civil and military skills.

"Chang Fu? Who are these two? The man in the blue shirt pulled a white fox fur with his hand, draped it over his shoulders, resisted the wind, frost and snow outside the house, and asked with a pleasant face.

"Back to the master, this woman claims to be a person who is on leave, and this master is a senior sister and brother, and she came to stay" After saying this, she turned to the two of them and said, "This is our master of Longfeng Ju"

"Fortunately, I will be lucky" I wish Yi Fei Luo a thin gift, and said with a smile, "I was disturbed by the New Year, but I was entrusted by someone to come to Kyoto to practice medicine and save people, but I got lost"

"It's okay, the girl and this little master are invited" The blue-shirted man smiled slightly and leaned sideways.

The two entered the study and sat down, and after a little look, the room was very simple, only a desk, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, two copper clay stoves were burned, and two or three vases were placed on the Bogu shelf, among which a few futons were placed on both sides of the pear wood carved case, and a thick carpet was spread, and the color was a little old, but there was nothing special.

And the only thing that makes people feel disproportionate is the picture scroll on the wall, all of which are seventeen or eighteen years old women, bathing in incense, stepping on the spring lake, drumming and dancing, writing and playing the piano, all of them are delicate postures, peerless beauty, roughly counted, there are one hundred and thirty-two, hanging all over the house irregularly, smoked by the purple smoke of the incense, there is a kind of realm of a hundred flower fairies.

The little man came to serve tea, then retreated, there were three people left in the house, the little monk drank the tea, sighed twice, and said to the man mysteriously, "I said, Yu family Xiaoerlang, you have a good house."

Knowing that Huitong was going to start making fools again, Zhu Yifei hurriedly slapped his bald head and said with a smile, "My junior brother has a bad brain, and his words are offended, and I hope my son won't care."

The man in the blue shirt smiled faintly, the color in his eyes began to be a little obscure, a pair of fingers were clasped on the table, and he said unhurriedly, "Two, it's not a child of the Buddhist family."