Coming out of the back door, the group got into the carriage, Wei Jin and Yu Ene were in a carriage, and the people in the back arranged their own sitting, and finally Mo Yu sat in a carriage alone, in Feng Qianmo's words, "It's better to be interesting yourself, don't be bored everywhere"

The carriage was walking on the street, the originally lively street was too quiet now, Wei Jin opened the sedan curtain and took a look, not to mention people, even the restaurant closed the door.

"What's going on? Everyone's gone? ”

"Jizo Festival, I guess I went to Hongfu Temple" After getting into the carriage, Yuene took off his mask, and the Manzhu Sawa on his face had disappeared, but he had not yet grown his muscles and bones, and his face looked weak and pale.

"Is the Jizo Festival so popular?" For Wei Jin, a non-religious person, she really can't understand what this festival that ruined her sleep was.

"Well, compared to you, the generalissimo, of course, those are not enough to see." You are the only one who can do something that shakes the people of the entire building. Yu Ene looked at Wei Jin with a puzzled expression, and her glass-like eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog because of doubt, and when she was puzzled, she shone again.

Wei Jin always felt that there was something in Yoo's words, but she couldn't feel that there was anything wrong. Wei Jin realized that it seemed that in the past few days in Zexi Palace, he had not asked Qiu Fan to send news to him, and he didn't seem to know what had happened outside in the past few days.

The carriage soon arrived at Hongfu Temple, and after getting off the carriage, Wei Jin knew what it meant to be crowded and crowded. It turned out that the people in the city really came, but it didn't seem that they came to participate in the Jizo Festival, and the people who knelt on the ground knelt from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and there was no incense paper in their hands to worship the Buddha. What's going on?

"Autumn fan!" Attracting the autumn fan who just got off the carriage, what is the big deal?

"What's wrong, sir?"

"What's going on?"

"Oh, it's okay, it's just that a few days ago, the people didn't jointly sign a letter, today's Jizo Festival, the emperor should come to worship, so the people have come to ask for their lives, I heard that there will be more people on the first day of October, and people from all over the country will come." Qiu Fan's understated tone made Wei Jin a little crazy, this girl did it on purpose, right? Definitely on purpose.

"Oh, why didn't I hear you mention such a big thing?" It's just that I want to relax for a few days, why do I feel so strange about the world after a few days? (Are you sure it's a few days?) Isn't it almost a month? ）

"I want to tell you about it, but you said that as long as it's none of your business, you won't let us bother you, although these people jointly wrote a letter and asked for orders to prevent you from becoming a nun, although it has a little bit to do with you, but it doesn't have much to do with it, so it's not a big deal, so I didn't say it!" What is the tone of the autumn fan's slippery conversation? It's almost counting one by one with his fingers, what's going on with those helpless eyes and innocent tone?

"Well, that's right." Wei Jin looked at Qiu Fan with a smile, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be calculating something, and he saw that Qiu Fan's back was cold, "If you want to come to Weinan this time, you won't give up, so let Fufeng go to the side to guard, and pay attention to the movements of Weinan at any time." ”

It was originally a good sentence, and Qiu Fan sounded like it made sense, but who knew that in the end, Qiu Fan was completely dumbfounded, master, what are you going to do? You just let Ling Tianhe die and come back to life last month, and now the wounds haven't healed yet, now you want us to hurt too?

"Master, you are jealous!" Qiu Fan looked at Wei Jin with a frightened expression, and then immediately changed to an aggrieved look and pulled Wei Jin's sleeve, "Master, Qiu Fan knows it's wrong, don't separate Qiu Fan and Fufeng, it will hurt here." He pointed to his chest.

"It's okay, the pain is healthier!" Wei Jin patted Qiu Fan's head, ignoring the tears in Qiu Fan's eyes, "By the way, the women's clothes I wore today, it's time to change your words, and so are you!" "After speaking, I pushed Yuene up the mountain, joke, I don't want to play with my grandfather, I don't want to see what I am playing, my grandfather is playing with you.

A group of people behind him comforted Qiu Fan with their eyes, it seems that the master still can't be provoked, is this lazy in disguise? It's too clever, not only lazy but also punished this person who wants to play with himself, tsk, can't be provoked, can't be provoked, the master said in horror.