Yuan Yu's father disappeared mysteriously a month before the death of the first emperor, leaving no clues, and Yuan Qi was exhausted for checking the whereabouts of his father.

Murong Zhao said that he had already fallen, referring to the whereabouts of Yuan Yu's father.

Yuan Qi was seriously ill some time ago, so he entrusted this matter to Murong Zhao.

Early the next morning, I rode to the temple.

On the way, I met a lot of young girls, and the poems of the scene came as soon as they opened their mouths, which made the young girls blush.

The World Tsk sighed twice, "It's like a hooligan." ”

Yuan Yu disagreed, humming a minor tune and continuing forward.

The sound of horses' hooves came from behind, and when he looked back, Murong Zhao was wearing a crescent-colored robe.

The living jade tree is in the wind, and the son is handsome.

"As far as the eye can see, they are all beautiful women who admire Zhao." Yuan Qi teased softly.

Murong Zhao glanced lightly and wrote lightly, "In terms of style, Brother Qi is far better than me, and in terms of admiration, it is naturally all Brother Qi's." ”

Yuan Qi smiled and didn't speak.

Walking towards the place where the sun was rising, his whole face was reflected red, Yuan Qi suddenly turned his head to look at Murong Zhao, "Does it look like a girl's shyness?" ”

Murong Zhao was slightly stunned, although he was used to Yuan Qi's character, he was still a little unexpected, "Brother Qi is a man, how can he compare himself to a girl's family?" ”

"It's just a metaphor, and there is no need to be more true." Yuan Qi's eyebrows and eyes were sparse, his legs were clamped between the horse's belly, and he rushed forward like an arrow from the string, "If you go to Kongshan Temple first, Brother Zhao will be full of guests." ”

Murong Zhao was already a long way behind.

Arriving at Kongshan Temple one after the other, there was no doubt that Murong Zhao was full of guests.

Seeing Master Jinghui, the abbot of Kongshan Temple, Master Jinghui told the story of that day, as for where Yuan's father and mother went after leaving Kongshan Temple, Master Jinghui did not know.

It can only be said that he has seen Yuan Yu's father and mother.

"Thank you, Master Jinghui." Yuan Qi clasped his hands together and thanked him sincerely.

At this time, Master Jinghui suddenly remembered something and ordered the little master to go to the meditation room to get the object.

"Please wait for Lord Yuan for a moment."

After Master Jinghui finished speaking, he led Yuan Yu to the small room next to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The little master had already taken the object, and a black cloth was covered on it, and Master Jinghui withdrew the little master, and only then did he lift a corner of the black cloth.

Luster, it's the best thing.

The embroidery is exquisite, and it can be vaguely identified as a dragon's tail.

For the rest of the words, Master Jinghui stopped, "This is an object that the two donors have ordered me to keep, and now that I have seen their son, I should hand it over." ”

Yuan Qi took it and took it into his arms, "Thank you, Master Jinghui." ”

Neck and neck, Murong Zhao did not ask Master Jinghui what he gave or said, but repeatedly asked Yuan Yu what he wanted to eat.

"The dishes in the wind are all delicious, and you can make your stomach full with any one of them."

When the words fell, Murong Zhao smiled, "I'm really curious what Master Jinghui said, which made Brother Qi so absent-minded." ”

In the past, Yuanzhen's answer must have been a detailed dish name.

"Brother Zhao wants to hear it?"

Murong Zhao waved his hand, "That's it, it's inconvenient for Zhao to know about the affairs of my brother's family." ”

It just so happened that he didn't want to say it, Yuan Yu picked a leaf and put it in his mouth to blow it, so it was not chic.

The girl passing by quietly cast her gaze.

Young and promising, knowledgeable son, who doesn't like it?

Murong Zhao looked ahead and asked softly, "When does Brother Yu plan to get married and continue the incense?" ”

Yuan Qi's eyebrows raised slightly, "When is Brother Zhao going to get married and continue the incense?" ”