As soon as the door curtain was lifted, a fragrant breeze blew in the face, and there was a lingering shadow in the room.

"Ning Gongzi, you're here!" Shiso smiled like a flower.

Are you so happy to see this little white face? Yang Muyun muttered in his heart.

"Mrs. Yang, I heard that Brother Yang was injured and fought with someone yesterday, I can't rest assured, so I came over to take a look." Ning Zuer explained with a smile.

"Do you hear that? There are so many people who care about you. Zi Su glanced at Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun could only smile awkwardly.

"Okay, I won't say more, there is still something in the yali, so I'll go back first." Ning Zuer stood up.

"It's already noon, so don't go, stay and finish your meal before leaving." Zi Su stepped forward and grabbed Ning Zuer's sleeve.

"It's really not going to work today, let's do it another day!" Ning Zuer glanced at Yang Muyun, and a black line had already formed on Yang Muyun's face.

"Ning Gongzi, I'll send you." Yang Muyun walked out the door.

Ning Zuer smiled chicly, and followed him out of the door with a folding fan in his hand.

"Mrs. Zun is just hospitable, nothing else, Brother Yang, don't take it to heart." Before going out, Ning Zuer explained.

"You're thinking too much." Yang Muyun said lightly, "I haven't been back to the government for a few days, I really want to go back and have a look." ”

"Lord Shen has already instructed that when you are healed, you can return to the yagong on duty." Ning Zuer comforted. "Farewell." Turned around and flew away.

Yang Muyun watched him go away and was about to turn around and go back to the room.

Hearing only a plop, Yang Muyun looked at it in surprise, and an old man who was walking on the street not far away suddenly fainted to the ground for some reason.

"Grandpa—" A little boy beside him threw himself on him and wept bitterly.

"Why did this man faint all of a sudden?"

"It can't be evil, right?"

The surrounding pedestrians gathered one after another and talked about it.

......

"Evil?" Yang Muyun's heart was shocked, and he was about to step forward to take a good look. At this time, a young gray-clothed monk came over and separated the crowd and came to the fainting old man, gently picked up the old man, and asked him to lean on his chest. Use your thumb to pinch the old man's Renzhong, Shixuan, and Yintang acupoints in turn, and then put the old man's body straight, sit cross-legged behind the old man, raise his arms high, and stretch his five fingers, and massage the Baihui acupoints on the top of the old man's head, the temples on both sides, the Fengfu and the jade pillow acupoints on the back of the neck. After a long time, fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the gray-clothed monk, exhaled lightly, and gently patted the old man's back with his palm.

"Poof-" The old man spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and woke up slowly.

"Wake up!"

"Little master is very capable!" ......

Everyone was amazed.

"Little Master Xie—" The old man pulled his grandson and was about to bow down to the gray-clothed monk. The gray-clothed monk hurriedly stopped: "Old man, I can't help it, as a disciple of Buddhism, it is my duty to save the dead and help the wounded." As he spoke, he took out a stack of leaflets from his arms: "The little monk's subtle skills are really insignificant. My master, Elder Jin Chan, his old man has great powers, and he is now placing an order in the Great Bao'en Temple, preaching the Dharma every day, and asking all the donors to go to the dojo. As he spoke, he handed the leaflets to everyone onlookers.

"The little master is so capable at a young age, his master must be a living Buddha!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Grandson, go, go with grandpa to thank the living Buddha." The old man took his grandson's hand and walked out of the crowd.

"Brother Ma, let's also go to Dabao'en Temple to see this living Buddha, right?"

......

There was a buzz in the crowd. Immediately, a few more people followed the old man in the direction of the Great Bao'en Temple.

The gray-clothed monk came to Yang Muyun, waved with one hand, pronounced a Buddha name, and handed over a leaflet. Yang Muyun didn't answer, and chuckled: "May I ask the little master's number?" ”

"Poor Monk...... The poor monk is quiet. The gray-clothed monk was slightly stunned.

"Husband-" Shiso gently swung her skirt and pushed the door out. "What's wrong with you, not coming back for so long? Ning Gongzi ......" his beautiful eyes caught a glimpse of the gray-clothed monk, and smiled: "Little master, hello!" ”

"Female benefactor...... Good! Suddenly seeing a beautiful young woman, the gray-clothed monk was stunned for a moment.

Yang Muyun stretched out his hand and pulled the flyer from his hand, swept it slightly, and raised his eyes to look at him: "Master Jingyuan-"

"Huh? Donor. The gray-robed monk came back to his senses and folded his head.

"All appearances are vain. If you see things that are not like each other, you will see them as they are. Yang Muyun groaned: "Master Jingyuan, do you say yes?" ”

"Ah...... What the donor said was very true. "The gray-clothed monk only promised," the poor monk still has something to do, and he said goodbye. He turned around and hurried away.

"Fake monk......" The corners of Yang Muyun's mouth showed a hint of ridicule.

"Husband, do you know this monk?" Shiso asked.

"I don't know, ma'am, let's go back to the house and talk slowly!" Yang Muyun took her hand and turned around to enter.

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“...... All living beings in the world are greedy for money, which is a shortcut to losing one's life; Drinking and eating meat every day is nothing more than planting the deep roots of hell. All beings are foolish, or they ruin their deeds, and their wives and daughters are rewarded; or tarnish his reputation, and his children will be punished...... Therefore, the Buddha was merciful for life, and sent his disciple Jin Cicada to the world, and is now temporarily stationed in Dabao'en Temple, preaching the scriptures and answering questions for the world. Zi Su read the leaflet that Yang Muyun brought, and glanced up at him: "Husband, you see, someone who claims to be a disciple of the Buddha has come to the world to save all living beings in the world. ”

"The old trick of the demon warlock to cheat people can only fool some stupid men and fools." Yang Muyun snorted.

"Husband, I think it's not bad for you to listen to other people's lectures. You see, during this period of time, you have been suffering from bloody disasters, if you go to Da Bao'en Temple, maybe you will really eliminate your karma? Shisu smiled, her beautiful eyes full of ridicule.

"I'm a big killer, and when that monk sees me, I'm afraid that a lifetime of cultivation will be ruined in my hands." Yang Muyun's words changed: "By the way, madam, where did you go in the morning?" Why don't you go out and don't say a word to me? ”

"I saw that my husband was sleeping soundly, so I couldn't bear to disturb you, in fact, it's not a big deal, I have a sister who is about to get married, I went over to talk to her."

"Are you the sisters of the National Color Museum?"

"Hmm." Shiso replied softly.

"Do I know?"

"Well, not only do you know her, but you also know the husband she is going to marry." Zi Su looked into his eyes and said slowly: "She is the Butterfly Rain girl you danced on the painting boat more than a month ago, and the person she wants to marry is your friend Song Ping, the son of the Marquis of Xining." ”

"Is that them?" Yang Muyun remembered the Song Gongzi with a round face and a purple robe, and the first time they met was from his pulling and pulling on him. "Is Miss Dieyu going to be a concubine if she marries him?"

"Could it be that a girl from a Qinglou is only worthy of being a concubine for others?" Zi Su glanced at him: "Song Ping has not married a wife yet, and Miss Dieyu married her as a wife." ”

"How is this possible? Song Gongzi was born in the Marquis Mansion of Xining, can his family agree? ”

"I told him, if you can't do it, don't marry Butterfly Rain." Shisu said proudly. "Our Dieyu girl will not be a concubine."

"And how did he do it?" Yang Muyun felt incredible.

"It's very simple, leaving the Song family and leaving the deep Houmen mansion, Miss Dieyu will be able to marry him as a wife on an equal footing."

"Brother Song is really courageous, but when he breaks away from the Song family, he becomes penniless. Marrying a penniless person, is Miss Butterfly Rain willing? ”

"To be able to meet a man who gave up everything for him, as a woman, it is too late for her to feel happy, so why not be reconciled?" Shisu's beautiful eyes stared at him, as if she wanted to see through his heart: "If you want to be a concubine, Miss Dieyu would have already married someone with a higher status, so why wait to marry him?" ”

Yang Muyun avoided Zisu's gaze, once upon a time, he looked down on this Song Gongzi a little, thinking that these noble sons from noble families would not do anything other than eat, drink, and have fun, cockfights, and lackeys. But at least in this regard, he felt a little ashamed of himself compared to Song Ping, and he never told Zisu that he had a wife named Zhou Mengnan in Huzhou......

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Shiso's voice brought him back from his thoughts.

"Hmm—I'm fine." Yang Muyun felt a little weak: "When will they get married?" ”

"Tomorrow." Zi Su's tone paused slightly, "I have to go out in the evening, and I won't be back until tomorrow." Let Su'er accompany you at home! There was a hint of a playful smile on the corner of her mouth: "She's still young, you can't bully her." ”

"Are you going to officiate at their wedding?" Yang Muyun sighed: "It is indeed a blessing for the girls of the National Color Pavilion to have you as their boss. ”

Shisu's delicate body shook slightly, and her beautiful eyes revealed a touch of surprise: "How are you ...... Did Su'er tell you? ”

"No, since we met in Qinhuai, I have found that you, the Oiran of the Southern Capital, are very free in all your actions, and no one from the National Color Pavilion has ever come out to interfere with you. I was just strange at the time, and you bought things generously, and you were far from being able to be a husband. Until Xu'er inadvertently said that you taught her all kinds of talents, and you would praise her as the new Oiran of Nandu. Yang Muyun's eyelids blinked: "Su'er's appearance is no less than that of Dieyu and Shiyin, but she is still young, so this should not be groundless." Madam, think about what errand your husband does, how can this secret be maintained for so long? Yang Muyun's voice was very flat.

"You know, will it ......" Shiso mantis lowered its head, a mouthful of snow-white braided shellfish bit the tender cherry lips, and the fragrant shoulders shrugged slightly.

"Madame-" Yang Muyun slowly walked to her side, gently holding her pair of soft wattles. "Although you are from a Qinglou, I have always respected you very much, and I don't mean to look down on you in the slightest. Speaking of which, the girls in the National Color Pavilion are also a group of poor people, after all, no one is born willing to live in the dust, and you can arrange for them to marry the person you like in a beautiful manner, and you will already treat them very well. ”

"Husband-" Shiso threw herself into his arms, her jade-like cheeks pressed against his chest, "I treat them well, will you treat me well?" A pair of beautiful eyes were covered with a faint mist.

"Didn't I treat you well?" Yang Muyun smiled: "I feel like I'm abusing you every day." ”

"I don't know, but one day, I'll grow old and ...... then"

"I'll be old by then, so don't dislike me."

"Huh-" Shiso is like a white orchid blooming like jade, "although I know that you are coaxing me, I am still very happy." A pair of beautiful eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"Can I go out for a walk?" Yang Muyun seemed to be pleading: "I've been bored at home, I'm afraid that something will go wrong." ”

"I'll go out with you in the evening, okay?" Shiso is also pleading.

Yang Muyun was dumbfounded, if it comes to buying, how can a man be a woman's opponent?

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The carriage drove on the lively street, Yang Muyun lifted the curtain on the window to look at the scene outside, and then asked Zisu in the car: "Madam, how far is the National Color Museum?" ”

"Come on, husband, don't be anxious, Song Gongzi will be very happy to see you." Zi Su said and sighed: "Since he left the Xining Hou Mansion, a group of his friends have broken off with him, and you are the first and probably the only one to see him." ”

"It's also a blessing for him to be able to break with the messy past." Yang Muyun didn't feel sorry for him.

Located on the bank of the Qinhuai River, the National Color Pavilion is a four-story building. At the gate is a flower archway, which is engraved with three gilt characters of the National Color Pavilion. As soon as night fell, the National Color Pavilion and its surroundings were already lit up. Under the hazy and gorgeous lights, a graceful woman wearing a light veil spoke the lingering and sympathetic Wu Nong's soft language, blowing the pipe flute and playing the pipa, which looked more charming and charming in the phantom of the lights, curling and graceful.

The carriage whizzed past the main entrance of the National Color Pavilion, drove into a side alley, and walked a long way before stopping at a side door.

Under the red lantern, a servant had already come to lead the carriage and lift the curtain. Yang Muyun got out of the carriage and went to help the perilla in the carriage.

"Are these places all from the National Color Museum? It's huge! Yang Muyun sighed and said.

"Do you think the first green building in Nandu is called for nothing?" Shiso's charming eyes glanced at him.

The two entered the side door, and someone had already reported inside. Xia Hongyu cranked the fan in her hand, twisted the waist of the water snake, and greeted her with a smile in her eyebrows.

"Girl, why are you here so early, don't worry, Miss Dieyu's marriage will never fall to the ground...... Yo, Childe is here too, Childe, this is your first time here! ”

Xia Hongyu's voice made people sound tired and panicked.

"Okay, Sister Xia, my husband has never been to this kind of Fengyue place, so don't tease him." Zi Su instructed: "You take him to Song Gongzi, and I will go to find Dieyu." ”

"Yes, girl." Xia Hongyu smiled and blessed herself, covered her red lips with a fan, and looked at Yang Muyun with a pair of charming eyes: "Son, please come with the old body!" ”

"There's Sister Laoxia." Yang Muyun made a gesture.

"Childe is polite, please-" Xia Hongyu twisted the water snake's waist and walked towards a moon gate.