Compared with Han Jingquan's heart-to-heartedness, Zhao Yan and Huaiyu on the other side are much more leisurely.

Without Pei Ling, there was no chatter on the side, Zhao Yan was deeply pleased, although there was a Ah Wei behind him, but with Ah Wei here, there were more topics.

Like now.

Ah Wei suddenly smiled and said, "The son took Ah Zezhi away just to stay alone with the girl."

Some words are not spoken, and the nerd next to him is always an afterthought, and when Ah Wei said this wittily, Zhao Yan looked at Huaiyu with a smile, and saw that she really had a shocked expression.

"What? Don't? ”

"Xu ......," Huaiyu said stunned.

"Poor Aze."

Poor man, am I good?

Zhao Yan touched his nose, he had such a big-hearted "lady", he could only use more small schemes, otherwise, with Pei Lingze's temperament, his "aunt" who pestered him every day asked where to put him, "uncle"?

"With Han Jingquan's scheming, he will never do anything to Ah Ze, he will only serve him with good food and drink, I let him go back to the city with Han Jingquan for his good."

Ah Wei had an evil expression on his face, I believe you.

In the past few days, as long as Pei Ling is not asleep, he will pester the girl and ask the girl to tell him all kinds of things in Yundu.

The girl is kind-hearted and does not shirk, and Pei Lingze is kind and sweet, so people really can't bear to refuse his request, so the girl always tells him very patiently.

Speaking of later, Ah Wei was anxious for his son, although Pei Xiaogongzi called him "aunt and aunt", but the age was there, a marriageable man pestered his sweetheart every day, and anyone who saw it would be displeased.

The son was good-tempered, and he waited until Anqing before he took Pei Lingze away.

However, Huaiyu felt that Zhao Yan was right, and he didn't think about it at all, they went to Haitingju all the way, the mountains were high and the roads were dangerous, with Pei Lingze's temperament, they couldn't stand it, if they wanted to go back to their homes halfway, it would be troublesome.

Zhao Yan placed him in Anqing, but it was the best.

Huaiyu thought so, looked up at the starry sky, but the steps under his feet did not stop, constantly climbing up.

Haitingju is located on the Anshan Mountain in the east of Anqing 20 miles, this is the highest mountain in the eastern suburbs of Anqing, the mountain is towering into the clouds, more than 3,000 layers of bluestone stairs are beside the cliff and valley, bypassing the ninety-nine nights, the top of the phase peak winds up.

The trees on the mountain are luxuriant, evergreen all year round, and the shrubs and flowers all over the mountain are gorgeous and colorful, and they are always undefeated. There is a spring on the north peak of the mountain, the spring is bubbling in the clear spring, it does not dry up all the year round, and the water is clear and clear.

It is said that Mr. Haiting lives in a rock wall grass house next to the mountain spring where the wind does not blow and the rain cannot hit, and this grass house is called Hai Tingju.

After a few people washed up and had a full meal in Anqing Xunyan Building during the day, Zhao Yan didn't know where he knew that there was such a Haiting residence on this mountain, so he insisted on taking Huaiyu to visit Mr. Haiting.

"Mr. Su Wenhai heard that his medical skills are unparalleled, Sister Shen has mentioned this person to me many times, but she has never seen him, how did you know that he lived in seclusion in Anqing?"

Zhao Yan said: "I saw him several times in the palace when I was a child, and he once told me that his hometown is in Anqing."

"Huh?" Huaiyu wondered, "I can say that I know everything about you when you were a child, why don't you know that you still know Mr. Haiting?" ”

Zhao Yan was silent.

After a while, he replied, "Huaiyu, in fact, you don't know anything about me."

That's a heart-wrenching statement.

Huaiyu only felt that something was stabbed in his heart in a hurry, and he wanted to grasp it carefully, but he couldn't grasp it.

Zhao Yan then smiled again: "But it's not too late to start understanding now."

"So, tell me first, how did you know Mr. Haiting?"

"When I was four or five years old, Pei Ji'an couldn't enter and leave the palace at any time, Mr. Haiting may have looked at me pitiful and threw me a roast chicken, and then he often came and went without a trace to bring me many ancient books, and I treated him as a master."

"You've had such an opportunity." Huaiyu said with a smile, "If Sister Shen listens, I don't know what kind of sour it will become, she respects Mr. Haiting's medical skills the most, and wants to worship him as a teacher, but she has never even seen Mr. Haiting's face." ”

"Speaking of which, I haven't met Mr. Haiting many times."

Zhao Yan sighed.

"Mr. Haiting is very slight, every time he enters the mansion, it is like the wind, and I can often only see a corner of his clothes."

As he spoke, he gradually climbed higher.

The further up he went, the wind gradually became stronger, blowing the fire in Ah Wei and Zhao Yan's hands flickering brightly and darkly, almost extinguished.

After climbing thousands of steps, the three of them finally reached the top of the mountain, the wind on the top of the mountain became more and more fierce, and the fire in the hands of several people was finally blown out.

After a short walk, I vaguely heard the gusts of wind chimes drifting in the wind, ding ding dong dong, which was very good.

After walking for a while, I saw a swarthy ancient nunnery standing in the gray sky, and a faint lamp on the left side of the ancient nunnery was covered with light, swaying left and right in the wind, but it was never extinguished.

A few people bypassed the ancient nunnery and continued to walk towards the lights, and gradually the wind became less.

An ordinary grass house comes into view, a very ordinary lighting yarn lamp hangs leisurely on the top of the door of the grass house, and on the light, you can vaguely see the word "Hai Tingju" on the plaque on the firewood door.

There was silence in the grass house, at this hour, Mr. Haiting was probably already asleep, but Zhao Yan couldn't care much about it, he stepped forward and knocked lightly on the firewood door.

There was a knock on the door, and footsteps were heard inside the door.

They squeaked.

Where the lights were on, the door was opened by a young man who was three or two years older than Huaiyu, holding a gauze lamp in his hand, his eyebrows were clear, like a universal Bodhisattva.

Because I have seen too much suffering in the world, I have returned to peace.

It seemed that nothing could stir up a wave in his heart.

Seeing the appearance of the young man clearly, Huaiyu was stunned in place, his hands and feet were cold, and tears fell down in large pieces.

The young man was also stunned, the gauze lamp in his hand flickered slightly, and the coldness on his face also disintegrated for a moment.

Zhao Yan and Ah Wei were also puzzled when they saw the two of them, Zhao Yan took Huaiyu in his arms and held her tightly clenched hand worriedly.

"A few people have come from afar, please come in."

The young man's cold voice came, Huaiyu cried and laughed, and walked in front of Zhao Yan, his eyes kept looking at the young man who was walking in front of him with a yarn lamp, for fear that he would disappear in the next moment.

Silently came to the front of the main room of the grass house, an old man who was over the age of sixtieth year, sitting under the lamp and writing something.

"Sir, there's a guest coming."

The young man's voice was still cold, but with a hint of love and respect.

Huaiyu wiped her tears, with a gentle smile on her face, and didn't look at Mr. Haiting under the lamp, but only at the young man who put the lamp in an orderly manner.