"True and false, false and false, false and true, false and false, life and death, life and death, life and death, donor, are you true or false, real or false, life or death."

The words of the old monk made Yang Ping'an confused while shocked, and similar words continued, Yang Ping'an didn't understand the crepe words in his mouth, but the general meaning was understood,

That is to say, his physiognomy was originally the appearance of early death, and when he was a child, he had a close relative to ask the master to transfer his longevity to his body by means of transferring flowers and trees, so as to avoid the catastrophe of early death.

Even so, his longevity has not increased much, sad about the year of the crown, but there are variables, approaching the weak crown, there are visions, not only makes him survive the double ten years, but also faces great changes and becomes a ......

The old monk completely ignored Yang Ping'an's consternation, and his mouth gushed endlessly, but suddenly there was a sound of drought and thunder in the sky, the old monk trembled, his face was ugly and sweaty, he hurriedly put his hands together, and recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and his face improved slightly after a while, but his tone did change.

"Amitabha, sins and sins, how can this be revealed, the poor monk almost made a big mistake, and ask the Buddha to forgive, the poor monk will devote himself to the Buddha from now on, in order to atone for his sins, Amitabha."

Yang Yuhuan was stupid, the dissatisfaction of the old monk had long been forgotten, just looked at Yang Ping'an in a daze, how could she not hear, according to what the old monk said, this Yang Ping'an is very big, and it seems to have something to do with the sky, otherwise when the old monk was about to say his life, why did there be thunder, you must know that it is cloudless now, a sunny day,

Yang Cao seemed to be very interested in listening, and kept persuading the old monk to finish speaking, after Yang Ping'an's face changed greatly, what would become of his life, but the old monk had already made up his mind, sat cross-legged on the ground, just kept chanting Buddhist scriptures, and didn't pay attention to anyone.

Yang Ping'an felt that he was a little fluttering, not the kind of excitement and pride, but the illusory and empty fluttering, as if everything around him had become ethereal and unreal, even the solid ground under his feet was like a sponge.

"Divine stick." Throwing down a sentence, he turned around and left, unwilling to talk nonsense to the old monk, the old monk's words did touch the depths of his heart, that was his most secret thing, but he was almost pierced by the old monk on the spot, how could this not make him panic,

"Brother Yang is waiting for me." Yang Cao shouted and hurriedly chased after him, Yang Yuhuan also carried the hem of his skirt to speed up his pace, but before leaving, he glanced at the old monk again,

After the three of them left, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the direction of the three of them, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then quickly got up, took off the monk's clothes, changed into a green shirt, and then quickly disappeared.

On the way back, Yang Ping'an has been thinking about the words of the old monk who borrowed money, and his twenty years of atheist education made him instinctively suspicious of this kind of supernatural thing.

But as he grew older and saw more and more supernatural events that were difficult to explain scientifically, he began to waver about his years of education, especially his own changes.

So the old monk's words made him hesitate, he found it hard to believe that there was really a so-called heavenly machine and a so-called master, but the old monk's words were indeed true,

Even Tian Cewei can't know so much, right?

Yang Cao and Yang Yuhuan both saw that he was in a heavy mood, so the two sat beside him silently, neither of them said a word, but just looked at him with concern, as if the two little wives cared about their husbands.

"His Royal Highness the prince is expensive this year." Finding that the atmosphere in the carriage was different, Yang Yuhuan always felt that Yang Cao made her feel uncomfortable, especially Yang Cao's eyes when she looked at Yang Ping'an, but she didn't know that her eyes looking at Yang Ping'an were even more than Yang Cao.

"In the year of the weak crown."

"Your Highness has passed the weak crown, so why don't you marry, with Your Highness's appearance and family background, as long as you open your mouth, I am afraid that the women who want to serve Your Highness can line up at the gate of the city."

"Ah, haha, hehehe." Yang Cao laughed embarrassedly, "I'm used to being a comfortable person, and I don't look down on those vulgar fans, not even one-tenth of Miss Yang's." ”

Yang Yuhuan ignored his compliments, and said sharply and sharply: "Could it be that His Royal Highness the prince likes men." ”

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" This time Yang Cao's embarrassed smile disappeared, so he could only keep coughing to cover up,

Just when he was embarrassed by Yang Yuhuan's questioning, he only heard a long "call" from the coachman, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the three people in the car almost hit the carriage.

Only Yang Ping'an is still sitting in the carriage, and has not yet woken up from his contemplation.

The carriage was stopped by the life of the people, and there was a person standing in front of the carriage, who was over thirty years old in brocade clothes and rich and compelling, and his nostrils stood proudly towards the sky, and eight men in strong suits lined up behind him, completely blocking the center of the street.

"Your Royal Highness, Second Highness, he ......" The coachman saw Yang Cao coming down, and hurriedly opened his mouth to explain, Yang Cao waved his hand and walked quickly to the middle-aged man: "I have seen the second emperor brother." ”

This middle-aged man is Yang Shuo's second son, the Yanshi Hou Yang Xiong, Yang Ping'an's old acquaintance,

"Third brother, where have you been, my brother hasn't seen you these days, and he sent someone to invite you to the banquet, and you have pushed it again and again." As he spoke, Yang Xiong stretched out his head and sniffed beside Yang Cao, "Do you know that the second brother has been thinking about the third brother." ”

Yang Cao's brows furrowed and spread, he took two steps back to avoid Yang Xiong, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the kindness of the second emperor brother, it's just that my puppets felt cold, and they only recovered today, so let's change it to say that I am free, I will personally set up a banquet to invite the second brother to show reparation." ”

"It's better to choose to say, it's better to say today, the third brother is really getting more and more standard, tsk."

The conversation between the two stimulated Yang Yuhuan a lot, she had already heard it, the middle-aged man who stood in the way was also Yang Shuo's son and Yang Cao's brother, but he was actually interested in his brother...... Although Yang Cao's man is too beautiful, they are brothers after all.

This is also too disgusting, but she didn't expect that this disgusting thing would soon involve her.

The disgusting thing is still to come, Yang Xiong is moving his hands and feet against Yang Cao, wanting to hook his shoulders and put his back on his back to force him to comply, but after inadvertently seeing Yang Yuhuan, his figure was stunned: "What a Peugeot little beauty, third brother, no wonder I haven't seen you these days, it turns out that I learned to hide Jiao in the golden house, and I don't introduce you to my brother." ”

After Yang Cao briefly introduced Yang Yuhuan in a few words, Yang Xiong came straight to Yang Yuhuan and reached out to pick her chin: "Tut-tut, it's really a little beauty like a flower, the more you look at it, the more beautiful it is, can the third brother be willing to cut his love." ”

"Second brother." Yang Cao knew that Yang Xiong had misunderstood, and hurriedly wanted to explain, but Yang Xiong didn't want to listen to him at all, and his face sank: "Third brother, you have to understand your situation, if it weren't for your brother to protect you, you would have died in the hands of Yang Ying's brother.

Ping said that I invited you to the house to go to the banquet and cultivate our brotherly feelings, you always excuse yourself with various excuses, and now your brother is just a maid in your house, and you even push back to the palace, if you don't see your brother in your eyes, come to someone, bring this little beauty back to the palace, and the king wants to enjoy it. ”

"Yes." At that moment, two people grabbed Yang Yuhuan, and the other two stopped Yang Cao, who wanted to dissuade him.

was dodged by Yang Yuhuan just now, and now Yang Yuhuan was captured by his subordinates, Yang Xiong stretched out his hand again, but he went straight to Yang Yuhuan's chest,

Seeing that dirty palm getting closer and closer to herself, Yang Yuhuan was anxious, wanting to dodge but it was difficult to get rid of Yang Xiong's two subordinates because of her weak strength, she could only watch Yang Xiong's big hand that wanted to humiliate her grab her chest, a strong sense of shame and anxiety and powerlessness, making tears roll in her eyes,

How could she have been insulted in such a way?

However, just when she was embarrassed and angry, a big hand stabbed out, grabbed Yang Xiong's wrist, and folded that hand from her chest.

"Lao Tzu's woman is also something that dirty hands like you can touch."

"Ah, it hurts, let go, let go." Yang Xiong screamed, and the sharp pain in his wrist made him almost jump.

"Bold thief, don't let go of His Highness quickly."

"Let go of Your Highness."

Yang Xiong's eight guards shouted angrily, but because Yang Xiong threw a mouse trap in the opponent's hand, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Seeing this, Yang Cao hurriedly shouted: "Brother Yang, stop, he is the elder brother, the current Second Prince's Royal Highness." ”

It was naturally Yang Ping'an who did it, he was contemplating, but he was awakened by a familiar voice, and found that the carriage stopped, the car was empty, and the familiar voice outside the car was particularly harsh, and he heard that his heart was on fire and wanted to hit someone.

When he got out of the carriage, he saw Yang Yuhuan being restrained, and Yang Xiong, the former "old acquaintance", actually used his hand to catch the milk dragon's claws.

Seeing this scene, new hatred and old hatred surged into his heart at the same time, he jumped out of the carriage, quickly rushed to grab Yang Xiong's wrist, his subordinates exerted force, and broke Yang Xiong's arm in the opposite direction, wanting to break it.

Yang Cao's exclamation instantly made Yang Ping'an understand that if it was placed in the north, it would be okay for him to kill Yang Xiong, but now that he was in the capital of the Great Zhou, he couldn't be so impulsive.

"Hmph." With an angry snort, he let go of his hand and pushed hard, pushing Yang Xiong to a stagger, and then knocked over the two guards who grabbed Yang Yuhuan with lightning speed, and then took the frightened Yang Yuhuan into his arms: "Don't be afraid, as long as I am here, no one can bully you, I was late just now, and I frightened you." ”

"Childe." Yang Yuhuan whimpered in a low voice, and then fell into Yang Ping'an's arms and sobbed, for some reason, Yang Ping'an's caring words made her heart extra warm at this moment, lying in Yang Ping'an's arms, feeling Yang Ping'an's broad and warm chest, as well as the breath that she had become accustomed to, made her feel an unprecedented sense of security,

Yang Xiong also relieved himself at this time, with a look of resentment on his face, and scolded: "You group of wastes, if you don't give it to this king, this king will beat this kid to death." ”