"Buddha Amitayus," Shakya Gyaltsen clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and muttered, "There is a beautiful snow lotus blooming on the high snow-capped mountain, and the jackal covets its beauty and wants to pluck it, how can the world save her?" ”

"I understand," Yang Muyun waved his hand, "Thank you for the instructions of the national teacher." Glancing at the table of Ah Lost Timur, Yuan Qi'er's face turned red, as if he had just argued with his brother about something, but they all spoke Mongolian, and Yang Muyun couldn't help but be a little confused.

Yang Muyun returned to his seat, and Zi Su asked him, "What kind of dumb riddle is he playing with you, and what do you understand?" ”

"The secret of heaven must not be revealed," Yang Muyun said to her seriously, lifted the wine jug, poured a full glass of wine, held it with both hands, and saluted Chen Siyu, "Siyu, you could have stayed out of the matter, but I let you get involved, and I didn't even live with you." ”

"Mu Yun, it's too much for you to say this," Chen Siyu didn't reach out to pick it up, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at him deeply, "Everything is my willingness, it has nothing to do with you, how can you blame yourself so much?" ”

Yang Muyun smiled, drank all the wine in the cup, and poured another glass, but this cup was given to Jing Lian.

"Young Master Yang, what are you doing here?" Jing Lian hurriedly stood up, but she didn't dare to pick it up.

"Jinglian, you have been following Si Yu all along, no matter what the situation is, Yang is very impressed, and now I salute you." Yang Muyun said with a smile on his face.

"I'm just a little girl waiting for Miss," Jing Lian said a little nervously, "No matter what Miss does, I will follow her...... Young Master Yang, I don't know how to drink, please forgive me. ”

Yang Muyun smiled, didn't force her, and drank all the wine in the cup.

"Husband, what are you doing?" Shisu asked a little strangely, "What a decent wedding banquet, how did you make it look like a farewell?" ”

"Madam......" Yang Muyun smiled, poured another glass of wine, and before he could hold it, Zi Su waved his hand again and again: "You are here again, if you don't make it clear, I don't dare to accept this glass of wine." ”

"Buddha Amitayus," Shakya Gyaltsen said a Buddha name, "Lord Yang, do everything according to your ability, if you are injured, even if you don't cherish yourself, I am afraid it will not help." ”

Yang Muyun stared at him for a moment, and smiled indifferently, "Neiko is good friends with the national teacher, please ...... when the time comes." Oops" There was a sharp pain in his waist, and he couldn't help but exhale in pain, and the smile on his face didn't dare to be less than half a point, but he looked extremely embarrassed by squeezing his eyebrows.

"I see you've drunk too much," Shisu glared at him fiercely, "You actually talked nonsense in your mouth, although the national teacher is young, he is also a high-ranking monk, the emperor gave him the Dharma King, and he didn't let your words be tarnished." ”

"Yes, yes, it's me talking nonsense," Yang Muyun made a bitter face and picked up his wine glass, "I'll punish myself first." Raising his head and drinking it all, the rest of his eyes fell, and the familiar petite shadow came into view again, although the little girl's appearance was mediocre, but her eyes were very beautiful and smart. I saw her float out of the hall like a cloud, and walked out briskly as if she were outside the courtyard.

Yang Muyun's heart moved, and he stood up.

"What are you going to do?" Shisu asked with a glance at him.

"I ...... I want to make it easier. Yang Muyun blushed and held back this sentence.

......

"Strange," Yang Muyun stood at the entrance of a village road and looked around, "She was obviously here just now, why did she disappear in the blink of an eye?" He just prevaricated Shisu for a while, and quickly followed the little girl out of the yard, he didn't think too much, he just wondered why she felt so familiar to him, so he followed.

Due to the arrow wound in his shoulder, there were still bursts of pain, and his steps were not as fast as before. It is surrounded by thatched adobe houses with the same pattern, and there are no traces left by people. He shook his head, and was about to turn back, when a sudden cold hit his neck, and his heart froze, and he subconsciously stretched out his foot and stepped out at an oblique angle.

A cold light flashed from the corner of his eye, and Yang Muyun broke out in a cold sweat, "It's so dangerous, I almost got my neck cut." Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the cold light slashed at him and stabbed him in the chest.

He slammed his feet to the ground, and was about to pull up, when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he couldn't help but cry out "Ahh

"Goodong" Yang

Mu Yun rolled down the stone steps made of bluestone slabs, rolled a few times, and supported the ground with his hands in embarrassment, leaning against an adobe wall to stabilize his body.

A burst of heart-piercing pain hit his heart, he frowned, and before he could stand up, the cold light hit his eyes again, his head turned sharply, and with a "ding" sound, the cold light pierced deeply into the wall an inch away from his sideburns.

His heart almost jumped to his throat, and the face of the little girl appeared before him.

She also saw Yang Muyun's appearance clearly, her murderous eyes suddenly became stunned, and the words she blurted out made Yang Muyun also surprised, "It's you?" ”

"She knows me, who could she be?" With a flash of lightning in his mind, Yang Muyun shouted loudly: "You are Cuirou!" ”

When the little girl heard this, her delicate body was shocked, and the dagger she held in her hand to stab fell on the stone steps of the bluestone slab.

Yang Muyun panted and leaned against the wall and slowly straightened up, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

"Why are you with those tartars?" Cui Rou narrowed her eyes and looked at him and asked.

"I chased out of the city last night, but they found out," Yang Muyun covered his injured shoulder, his cheeks trembling in pain, "I was injured, and I was caught by them." ”

"It seems that you have suffered a lot of injuries," Cui Rou frowned slightly, "why can you still move around since you have been restrained by them?" ”

"When they saw that I was injured, they didn't take care of me so strictly," Yang Muyun glanced at her and said slowly: "Why are you here, haven't you always stayed by the princess's side to protect the princess?" ”

Cui Rou looked at him and did not speak.

"Could it be ......" Yang Muyun was excited, "The people in this entire village are your Xuanniaowei's people?" ”

Cui Rou picked up the dagger on the ground, stared at him coldly and said, "You shouldn't know, it's better not to ask." "Look at the princess's face, I believe you once, I won't kill you for the time being," the corners of his lips hooked up a smile, "You go back now, just act as if nothing happened, otherwise......" The dagger was lightly thrown twice in his hand, his smart eyes revealed a hint of fierceness, and the following words were not said again.

"Miss Cuirou's words are self-conscious," Yang Muyun smiled bitterly, "Even if Yang is not injured, he is not the girl's opponent." ”

"Lord Yang's martial arts are strong, so you don't have to be modest." Cui Rou said and smiled, her face was smeared with a thick layer of oil mud, covering her original appearance, but her eyes were very beautiful.

"Miss Cuirou's words, Yang should obey them," Yang Muyun arched his hand, "Yang will go back." He turned around and didn't take a few steps before turning around.

"What else do you want to do?" Cui Rou frowned.

"That bride is so familiar, I don't know who is pretending, can the girl tell me?" Yang Muyun asked.

"She's all too familiar with you," Cui Rou smiled slightly, "but I can't tell you right now." ”

"Is she here to seduce Timur?" Yang Muyun asked again.

"You're talking too much." Cui Rou's face froze, and her fingers lightly brushed the blade of the dagger.

"Yang lost his words." Yang Muyun hurriedly turned around and ran away.

......

Yang Muyun returned to the courtyard in shock, and Yuan Qi'er had returned to her seat. Before he could sit down, he noticed that everyone was looking at him with a strange gaze.

"What's wrong?" Yang Muyun stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, and forced a smile, "Why are you looking at me like this?" ”

"Where have you been?" Yuan Qi'er first smiled and said, "Didn't you meet the robbery, why are you so embarrassed?" ”

"Yuan Gongzi laughed," Yang Muyun said curtly: "Yang is just going out for convenience, it's dark outside and not in the middle of winter, one carelessly, he stepped on the air and fell, which made Yuan Gongzi laugh." ”

"You fell," Shisu hurriedly pulled him to look at him, "but are you hurt?" ”

"No ......," Yang Muyun shrank his sleeves, "Madame doesn't have to worry." ”

"Come," Yuan Qi'er poured a glass of wine and brought it to him, "Lord Yang, drink a glass of wine to suppress the shock." ”

"Young Master Xie Yuan." Yang Muyun was afraid that she would see that something was wrong, so she hurriedly raised the wine and drank it all.

"Yang

Adults are really massive," Yuan Qi'er smiled and poured him another glass of wine, "When you go to the grassland in the future, you will definitely make a lot of friends." ”

"What Yuan Gongzi said is very true," Yang Muyun rolled his eyes, "Yang has not yet arrived at the grassland, hasn't he become friends with Yuan Gongzi?" ”

"Lord Yang is really wonderful," Yuan Qi'er glanced at him, "When did you and I become friends?" ”

"Isn't it?" Yang Muyun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Hearing Yuan Gongzi say this, it seems that Yang is self-inflicted. ”

"No, no," Yuan Qi'er stared at him, the corners of her lips curled slightly, "To Lord Yang, I treat you with sincerity, and I will definitely treat you as a guest when I get to the grassland." But if I arrive in the capital, I wonder if Lord Yang will put me in prison and make me a prisoner? ”

"Hahaha......" Yang Muyun laughed dryly, picked up the wine glass and covered his face with his sleeve, "Yuan Gongzi is really good at telling jokes." He said and laughed, but the tense heartstrings gradually relaxed, originally he thought that Timur coveted the beauty of the bride, and would do something unfavorable to all the villagers because of the robbery of relatives, and then he would have to fight to the end even if he fought for his life. Who knew that the encounter with Cuirou made him suddenly discover that this was a big trap arranged by the mysterious female commander of Xuanniaowei, which was specially used to lure Yuan Qi'er and them into the bait. Let Timur carry the bride into the door and deliberately shake off the red hijab, all of which are deliberate. In this case, you don't have to worry about it, just sit here and watch a good show.

"Am I kidding?" Yuan Qi'er narrowed her eyes and tapped her fingers lightly on the tabletop, "I'm afraid Lord Yang doesn't think so in his heart, right?" ”

Yang Muyun looked up at the sky, there was still no starlight in the pitch black, and changed the topic and said: "It's not early, I don't know how Yuan Gongzi arranges, is it here to stay overnight?" Or is it a starry night? ”

"Since Lord Yang regards me as a friend, how can I bear to let you travel all night?" Yuan Qi'er gently rubbed her fingers and smiled at Yang Muyun, "Lord Yang and his wife are newly married after a long absence, and they live next to the newlyweds, but they have a different style?" I have asked Patriarch Liu to sweep the bed, how can Lord Yang thank me? Glancing at Shiso, Shiso's face turned red and he hurriedly lowered his head.

"This ...... Not very convenient, right? Yang Muyun's eyes looked at the table of Ah Timur, he was drinking with a few of his subordinates, and he seemed to be very happy. Why are there two less? Yang Muyun's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't you go out at night?" Yuan Qi'er's gaze swept towards the people present one by one.

......

"Husband." Shiso sat on the edge of the bed, her face flushed, and she was indescribably charming. The banquet dispersed, and Liu Daquan vacated a room in the courtyard for them and his wife to live in. Although Zisu has a bold posture outside, as soon as she is in the same room with Yang Muyun, she reveals the shyness of a little woman. She glanced timidly at her husband, although he had never had a marital relationship with her, but tonight, would he really come to her...... At the thought of this, her heart pounded, expecting and fearing at the same time.

"Shhhh Then he crept over to her and sat down, "Ma'am," he gently stroked Shiso's hair, and his voice was very low, "something big will happen tonight, let's sleep in our clothes, don't sleep deeply." ”

"If there is a big thing, what will be the big thing?" Shiso looked at him in surprise.

"You'll find out later." Yang Muyun smiled mysteriously and looked at the roof, "Maybe we can go back to Beijing tomorrow." He lay down on the bed.

Shisu felt slightly disappointed, and called softly, "Muyun ......"

Yang Muyun saw her calling her name, and felt a little strange, "Madam, what's wrong?" ”

"In your heart, it's so important to practice advanced martial arts?" Shisu said faintly, and she finally said it bravely.

"Madam," Yang Muyun was silent for a moment, then sat up and hugged Zi Su into his arms, "I know that since you married me, I haven't let you enjoy the joy of being a woman, I'm sorry for you." ”

Shiso stuck to his arms and silently closed his eyes.

"You are the first woman I like," Yang Muyun said emotionally: "Marry Zhou Mengnan, that's not my intention, if I have to choose, I hope the first person to marry will be you......"

"Really?" Shiso's eyes were a little misty.