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The thugs in the gold hall are all well-trained, and they have a way to make life worse than death! Ordinary people will tremble as long as they are glared at by these fierce and vicious things, and Ying Fei said that it took more than three hours to pry open that person's mouth, which shows that person is also a hard bone. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Guess whose family that person is?" Ying Fei gritted his teeth and said.

Yue Xi spoke quietly without interrupting. She analyzes problems based on evidence, but does not like to speculate.

"It's you......" Ying Fei closed his mouth again as soon as he opened his mouth, and he waved his hand apologetically: "No, I was wrong."

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"Han Xiang?" Yue Xi took a sip of tea and gently placed the teacup on the table.

Yuexi people can call the eldest brother who asks for food, but he doesn't recognize Han Qi's father, and the reason for this is known. Fang just said the wrong thing for a while, which made him regret it inexplicably!

"Hmm." Seeing Yue Xi, he immediately knew that the result was even more embarrassing, and he almost wanted to slap himself in the mouth!

Yue Xi didn't care what he said.

Not recognizing Han Qi is her own business, in the eyes of the world, Han Qi is her father after all, and she doesn't care what others say or think.

It was Ying Fei's words that reminded her of Ying Su's reaction after hearing this a few days ago, and the clues before and after were connected, and now she finally understood the smile that he had not understood when he said those words, it seems that His Majesty the Emperor was the first to suspect Han Xiang, no wonder since then, he has not mentioned a word in front of himself.

Yue Xi tilted his head and smiled secretly, with a faint happiness in his heart.

When Ying Fei looked at her, Yue Xi's face had already turned into his usual appearance again, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, and he was very peaceful.

Seeing that she didn't get angry, Ying Fei breathed a sigh of relief: "I have already reported the details to Your Majesty." He said, wait and see what happens. ”

"I don't understand the major affairs of the family and the country." Yue Xi lowered his eyes and looked at the mellow tea soup in front of him and said thoughtfully: "Just say one more thing: since you know that you are being targeted, pay more attention and don't send it to the wolf's mouth." ”

"As for Eji's business......"

As soon as Yue Xi mentioned this, Yingfei became nervous, for fear that she would refuse.

"I will mention it to Your Majesty. As for whether he can agree or not, I don't know. Yue Xi had one thing to say, and he didn't hide it in front of him, let alone take care of it.

"That's it!" Ying Fei was waiting for her words, and now he finally heard that Yue Xi was willing to help with this stall, and he immediately reciprocated: "The lame man you raised in your backyard ......"

"How do you speak?" Yue Xi frowned: "What do you call the cripple I raised in my backyard?" I still have this little white face in my backyard that you want to see every day! ”

"I don't dare say that!" Knowing that the little white face in her mouth was His Majesty the Emperor today, Ying Fei immediately admitted it, took out a folding fan with a handle of Xiangfei bamboo as a fan bone from his sleeve cage and opened it with a 'sting' sound, and fanned it 'snoring': "I mean, General Zhaoyi's leg disease is nothing, it is wrapped in me!" ”

Yue Xi wanted to say a few bad words about the stinky problem of his fan fan in winter, but when she heard him say this, she temporarily changed the bad words to good words, but she said too quickly, and it was a little blunt to change it halfway through the words: "Fan fan at this time...... That's you, if others follow you, it will definitely make people think you're sick......"

Win Scarlet moved, and felt that it was a bit abnormal to fan himself with cold wind this season. But that's what he has to do, and he seems to have to have something in his hand to know where to put it.

"If you can treat Han Yangchun's injured leg neatly, that's the best. How can I say that he is still young, and it is inconvenient to drag a lame leg. Yue Xi picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Ying Fei: "My mother doesn't care much about him, when I see him, I don't speak for a long time, and I don't dare to beg her for a long time." ”

"The old lady's medical skills are much higher than mine, if the injury surnamed Han hadn't been treated by the old lady, do you think he would have been able to have a leg ache?" Ying Fei picked up the cup of hot tea and drank it all, then got up: "I'm leaving." While it's still early, go see my mother. ”

Yue Xi got up and sent him out of the courtyard, and before getting into the car, Ying Fei repeated with a solemn expression: "Tell Your Majesty earlier, I don't think my mother wants to spend a day with my father......"

"Your father has been in this life, when did you want to live a good life with your mother?" Yingfei's carriage quickly disappeared at the entrance of the village, and Yue Xi muttered to himself

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Wanshou Temple is located on a hill dozens of miles west of the imperial capital. The temple is built on the mountain, and the main hall, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, is at the highest point of the hill.

At the foot of the mountain, a team of guards escorted a luxurious carriage and stopped in front of the mountain gate of Wanshou Temple. Ying Yao frowned and got out of the carriage, from the imperial capital to here, he was not short when he sat in the carriage, and his legs were a little numb.

"This is it?" He stood in the open space in front of the mountain gate with his hands in his hands, looking up at the temple from low to high, and the thought of climbing it on two legs made him a little worried!

"Yes." The steward hurriedly leaned behind him and replied in a deep voice: "The lady and the county lord are in the reception hall, and I heard that they have invited the master to practice the meeting to surpass Tara, and this festival will take seven days. ”

"Humph!" Ying Yao snorted disapprovingly from his nose: "It's just a girl, tossing like this!" ”

The steward still kept his head down, his eyes flashing to the ground.

"Lead the way." Ying Yao commanded in a low voice.

The steward didn't squeak, and walked directly in front of him, leading Ying Yao through the mountain gate, and up the steps on the west side, and after walking a few steps, a flat place would appear and a courtyard would be built. It was only after lunchtime, and it was quiet everywhere except for one or two sparrow calls.

The monks of Wanshou Temple fasted eight levels and did not eat at noon. At this moment, it was the time for the monks to practice zazen and incense in the Dharma hall, so Ying Yao walked all the way around the temple without seeing a single monk.

Ying Yao walked all the way in a muffled voice, because it has always been an upward trend, so he is already wheezing now, his chest is like a fire, and every time he gasps, he feels pain in his lungs.

The more he gasped, the more it hurt, and when the pain was a little unbearable, he stopped and opened his mouth to speak, but all he was left was the panting of 'Hachi Hachi'.

The steward peeked at him without a trace, and felt that the master at this time was more like a dog if he spit out his tongue and gasp a few times.

"That's it." The steward pointed to a side hall ten feet away from the steps of Yingyao Station.

Ying Yao stood still, and faintly heard the sound of chanting accompanied by the bell chime and wooden fish.

Gritting his teeth and walking up to the platform, he saw the plaque hanging above the gate of the side hall, with gold characters on a blue background, engraved with the words 'Receiving the Palace'.

The sound of Sanskrit sounds and ritual instruments in the closed door was clearer, and Ying Yao even vaguely heard a few verses, but he was never interested in Buddhist scriptures, and naturally he didn't know what scriptures they were.

"Master?" Seeing that he was standing far away and did not move on the steps, the steward asked tentatively, "Do you want to ask Madame to come out?" ”

"Not busy." chased him all the way from the imperial capital here, and now he is only separated from the woman by two door panels, and Ying Yao has no bottom in his heart.

He stood there and let his breath smooth before he continued: "Something is going on inside, don't interrupt." ”

"Yes." The steward lowered his hand, and looked around again to find a place for Ying Yao to sit, when the front of the hall was flat, and there was not even a large stone, he had to give up

Ying Yao stood for a while, and the chanting in the hall of the guide continued to sound unhurriedly, as if it could not be completed for a while and a half. He stood bored, and his heart grew irritable. And this irritability is getting more and more intense, making him scratch his ears and cheeks and want to get angry!

The steward looked at the expression on his face for a while, as if he didn't like anyone, and he quickly stood a few steps to the side, avoiding Ying Fei's sight.

took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the hot sweat on his forehead, Ying Yao was secretly shocked: What's wrong with the old man? Could it be that karma has appeared, and the unjust creditor has come to the door, and he won't even let me listen to the Buddhist scriptures?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he became suspicious of the dark ghost, and finally he became troubled by himself, feeling that Tara's spirit was wandering around him, and wanted to seek revenge for his life......

With hot sweat on his head and chills all over his body, Ying Yao walked forward in a trance, and did not stand still until he reached the gate.

The lattice on the door was empty, and there was no paper on it, so he could see everything in the hall very clearly.

A statue of Amitabha Buddha holding a white lotus stands to greet the door and enshrine the solemn treasure, Ying Yao saw this Buddha statue and quickly bowed outside the door.

After worshipping, he looked at the offering table in front of the Buddha, where a white porcelain columbarium was placed in the center, and in front of the altar stood a tablet, on which he could not see what was written. I only knew that it must be Tara's tablet, because it was Puna who was standing in front of the offering table and offering incense, the woman who kept saying that she wanted to reconcile with herself!

On the futon in the main hall sat three monks with their eyes closed and chanting, all wearing brown robes and beating their respective ritual instruments in their hands.

The three of them cooperated tacitly, and the voices were long and long, always maintaining a continuous posture, as if the heavens and the earth collapsed, the stars fell, and even after everything melted, that wisp of Sanskrit sound would still be there.

After putting on the incense, Princess Xian retreated to the futon in front of the incense table and knelt down, folded her hands and hung her head.

Ying Yao carefully recalled her facial features in her heart, but found that it was in vain. The more he thought about it, the more blurred the woman's face became...... However, her voice was something he could remember, after all, he had been scolded by her for many years!

As if she felt something, Princess Xian slowly straightened her body, looked back at the door, and met Ying Yao's eyes!

Against the light, she immediately recognized those eyes......

"Who's that?" Following his mother's gaze, he asked in a low voice.

"Your father." Princess Xian said lightly.

The chanting in the main hall suddenly became louder, and after a sparse beat of bells and drums, the three monks sang a verse at the same time, and they stopped.

After getting up from the futon and walking lightly to the Buddha statue to worship, the three monks bowed to Princess Xian and then turned around and walked towards the gate together, without saying a word of gossip.

Ying Yao stood at the door of the main hall, watching the monks line up and walk in front of him before stepping in.

"Why did you burn it?" Walking to the table, Ying Yao finally saw the handwriting on the tablet, and he came out with a sentence out of nowhere.

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