Ying Zhichu was stunned, thinking of Princess Xianyue's natural acting skills, as well as her vicious and tricky scheming, and hooked the corners of her lips: "Yes, Yanfu is not shallow." ”

Liao Niangzi tilted her head and approached her, staring at the girl without blinking.

"What are you looking at, do you have something on my face?"

"Girl, you can't be depressed in your heart, otherwise you will be poisoned." Liao Niangzi patted the girl's shoulder and admonished.

"I don't have the things you said, but what is the heartburn?" The girl asked.

Realizing that she had slipped away, Liao Niangzi scratched her head in embarrassment and looked at the bamboo forest, "I remembered that the sweet potatoes I planted in the mountains behind me should be planed, you can bake and eat them at night, the thief is sweet!" ”

Ying Zhichu hooked his toes and tripped over Liao Niangzi who passed in front of him.

"Ouch! I'll you...... It's okay! Liao Niangzi stood staggered, held her left foot, and swallowed what she wanted to say.

"Master, what did you want to say just now, why didn't you say it?" The girl tilted her head slightly, which was the tone of interrogation.

Liao Niangzi kept her face calm and closed her voice.

"When I was in Rao Yun, they did plant poison on me, or the kind that soaked in the poison pool." Ying Zhichu didn't mind mentioning it, and his eyebrows didn't wrinkle.

"When I left Raoyun City, Mr. Mu told me that he had an antidote, and as long as I took it once a month, I would be cured after two years."

Liao Niangzi took a sip, "Phew! You listen to that old miscellaneous nonsense, there is no antidote to heartburning. ”

The girl smiled unmindfully, "I naturally know that what he gave me is not an antidote. ”

Liao Niangzi looked at her in surprise and blurted out: "How do you know?" ”

The girl raised her eyebrows and analyzed lightly: "It took them nearly a year to make me so virtuous, how could they be kind enough to give me any antidote, but at that time, I could only calculate it." ”

Liao Niangzi nodded, and comforted in a thick voice: "It's nothing, the master has given you a pulse, presumably he has adjusted some pills to increase toxicity, and give you a dose to stimulate your seven emotions and six desires, so that it is convenient to kill people for them." ”

Ying Zhichu hummed lightly and didn't ask any more.

After Liao Niangzi left, the little beggar tugged on Ying Zhichu's sleeve and said aggrievedly: "Sister, I'm hungry." ”

It was past lunch, and there was nothing hot to eat in the stove except for the remaining half of the pot of fish soup.

remembered that Liao Niangzi said that the fish soup was too salty, and Ying Zhichu didn't want to harm the little beggar.

He could only look at the sky and proposed: "Xiao Qi, your technique of piercing the fish is really good, otherwise, let's do it again?" ”

Before she could finish speaking, the young man took two steps back with a pale face and waved his hand repeatedly.

"No need, I'll be full with some water."

"Oh."

The little beggar turned around and walked into the stove room, looking at the ingredients he knew, but he didn't know what to do.

If he shows his cooking skills in front of a woman, he may arouse her suspicion of him.

I could only scoop two scoops of well water and drink it.

I think that he is the son of the city lord of the poisonous city, and he actually got mixed up in this field!

And that woman, she can't cook, she doesn't know how to learn!

It's really hard to describe such a lack of pursuit!

……

The Wei family's house - Qingfeng Hall

Abbot Wuyou lived in the Wei Mansion for three days, and for three whole days, he did not step out of the door except for his commencement.

The little guy who came to deliver food and water, every time he came, he could only see the old monk meditating like a rock behind the screen, without one exception.

Tonight, black clouds covered the sky.

On an October night, the wind was cold.

If it rains a little more, it will be like a thin needle scraping on the face.

In the room, there is a lot of good smell of incense, and the tip of the nose is inhaled, giving people a cool and calm feeling, and dispelling a lot of sleepiness.

Wuyou closed his eyes and twisted the Buddha string, and continued to read the scriptures softly on his dry lips.

Soon after, the sound of falling rain could be heard from the windows.

It was just in time for this cold wind.

The old monk's palms are thin and powerful, and the movements of twisting beads are steady and unhurried, even if others just stand there and look at them twice, they can also increase the sense of peace of mind.

Invisibly, it seems to be shrouded in a garden of sincerity.

In the eyes and in the heart, there are no distracting thoughts.

The cold wind was so fierce that it didn't take long to hear the door creak open.

The cool breeze took the opportunity to burrow into the room, and the cool rain also fell to the floor along the boots that had entered the room.

He closed the door again, blocking the muffled sound of the wind and rain.

Then, there was the sound of light footsteps, approaching behind the screen step by step.

The abbot did not move, and the beads on the Buddha string were still passed in an orderly manner.

When the eighteenth was reached, the footsteps stopped.

The old monk closed his eyes and lowered his head, put his hands together and said: "The poor monk has no special knowledge, and he has seen the emperor." ”

Xiu Bai's long fingers untied the cloak rope and threw the cloak that was stained with light rain aside, Ye Chen's extremely good-looking face was a little more surprised.

"Master Wuyou, do you know it's me when you close your eyes?"

Wu You sighed slightly and said, "Amitabha." ”

Ye Chen dragged a chair and sat opposite the old abbot, also with his legs crossed on the chair, but he supported his chin with his arms, which was a little more cynical as a teenager.

"The master hasn't slept so late, is he chanting the scriptures, or is he waiting for me?"

Wuyou nodded and said softly: "Emperor Shengming, the poor monk is indeed waiting for you." ”

"Oh, it seems that I don't just want to see you, you also have something to ask me? Hehe, then I'll let you ask first. ”

Wu You nodded with a faint smile, his voice was a little worried, "The poor monk wants to ask, is Lord Qi's grounding related to the poor monk's stealing of paintings?" ”

"It's nothing, he just doesn't listen to me, I just tease him for two days. If I heard me right, you admit to stealing paintings! Ye Chen patted his thigh and feigned.

Wuyou hung his head, only sighed slightly, as if acquiescing

Ye Chen raised his sword eyebrows and smiled playfully, "Aren't you afraid that I will make your crimes public?" ”

Wu You closed his eyes slightly and stopped talking.

"Or do you obediently hand over the painting, maybe if you hand it over, I will open the net, I heard that they searched all over the Admiralty Temple, but they didn't find the famous painting that Li Jia lost." Ye Chen's eyes were full of temptation, staring at the old monk Dao.

Only then did Wuyou raise his eyes, calmly and calmly looked at this young man who was the son of heaven, and smiled imperceptibly, "Please forgive the emperor, this painting is no longer in the hands of the poor monk." ”

"Oh, where is this painting, you gave it away?"

Wu You smiled gently, and said lightly: "Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, borrow paintings to offer the Lord." Isn't this painting in your hands? ”

Ye Chen was speechless for a while, and only pursed his lips to look at the old monk.

As if he didn't believe it, he tried his best to find the flaw in the old monk's face.

Wuyou's eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and his face was kind.

"How do you know that I sent someone to the Admiralty Temple to steal the painting?" Ye Chen had no choice but to give up and get straight to the point.

Wuyou looked at the young man, his eyes were calm: "You want to keep the secret of more than ten years ago for the Queen Mother, filial piety touched the sky, the poor monk accidentally learned about it, and naturally wanted to do something for His Majesty, so the night he lost the painting, the poor monk drank the bowl of tea with the drug, and woke up the next day, and sure enough, the painting was gone." ”

"Humph! You're pretty clean! Sure enough, this Qi Liangzheng handed over the painting to you because you can understand the meaning of the painting, right? ”

Wuyou nodded and said, "Yes, the poor monk does know. ”

"Then tell me where it is and where is the woman?" Ye Chen showed a solemn look and reprimanded.

Wuyou shook his head, "The poor monk can't say." ”

"Presumptuous! Aren't you afraid of death?! ”

"Alas, the poor monk came here to die, and only when I die, can this secret be buried in the soil forever."

After Wuyou finished speaking, his fingers clenched the Buddha string, as if to insert it into the palm of his hand.