“…… Unless I die, otherwise, I won't allow the Yang family daughter to enter the door......"

The words are still in my ears.

The words that A-Niang said to Princess Lu that day suddenly burst out of her heart and echoed in her ears.

"Ji'er."

"Hey."

Zhang Xin had the word sure in his expression, and even the last trace of luck was gone, and the moment Yang Zhaorong raised his head in response, his face was full of surprise, he glanced at each other, and then turned away.

"It was my gaffe that day."

"That's my nickname."

The two spoke almost in unison, Zhang Xin was slightly stunned, nicknames have always been only called by people close to him, and seeing Yang Zhaorong's face, he faded from joy to pale inch by inch.

At last he opened his mouth, but said nothing, and lowered his head.

Zhang Xin stiffly twisted his head, the first sentence came out, and the rest of the words were not so difficult, "That one-year appointment, I lost my words, I can't count, you just treat me as never said." ”

"You're fine, but I can't marry the daughter of the Yang family."

"I see,"

Tears filled his eyelashes, and he still cried for three minutes, but the person stood up from the couch, "It's Ji'er who has caused you trouble." The whole person seemed to be running away, walked quickly to the door, pushed the door panel, and didn't even look at the person at the door, hid his face and ran out.

Zhang Xin's right hand tightly grasped the thin volume of merit on the case, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, jumping and rolling, his eyes were slightly closed, his face was pale, and he knelt like a clay wood carving, without moving.

Until the sound of footsteps came from far and near.

Zhang Xin opened his eyes quickly, his eyes were cold, and he no longer had the same emotions as before, his expression was complicated, and he turned his head to see Master He Cheng walking in, with the ingredients of watching a play on his face.

I saw Master Hecheng walk up to the top and kneel down and sit down, "It's the poor monk who underestimates it, Lang Jun is actually a decisive person." ”

Then he joked: "It's just that the eldest lady of the Yang family ran out of the Zen courtyard crying today, and I don't know how it will spread outside, and the reputation of the poor monk ......."

"Shut up."

Zhang Xin snorted lightly, squinted his eyes at Master Hecheng, "Rongjue Temple is your territory, if you can't even control this little thing, and you take the Yang family's offerings in vain, you should think about how to explain to the Yang family, instead of fooling around in front of me." ”

When He Cheng heard this, he suddenly felt that his mood was not smooth, and the excitement of watching a play just now ran away, and he stretched out his hand and pointed directly at Zhang Xin, "You ......"

"Am I wrong?"

Zhang Xin raised his head and asked rhetorically, and didn't give He Cheng a chance to speak, and drove people away, "Your Zen room, borrow me to sit for a while, I'll leave later, you can go." ”

This time, he was so angry that he was upside down.

If you don't leave, Zhang Xin's cold gaze is three points colder than the snow and ice outside, as if annoying a leopard who is on the verge of rage, and his scalp is numb and uncomfortable.

It seems that there are nails under the buttocks and bubbles under the feet, and I can't wait to leave quickly, so I can stay away from this squatting god.

Thinking so in his heart, Kazukoto did the same.

It wasn't until he got out of the meditation room, closed the door of the meditation room, and then let the cold wind blow outside, and he was excited, and the person also woke up, that he suddenly realized that the young man inside had not yet reached the crown.

He was frightened by a yellow-mouthed boy again.

It happened for the second time today.

He has been experienced for a long time, and now that he has calmed down, the righteous indignation in his heart has long dissipated without a trace and disappeared, but more of it has made him fall in his heart.

He has always been good at faces, and he also has the ability to face faces.

Zhang Xin's physiognomy is excellent in his opinion, the heavenly court is full, the earth pavilion is round, the sun horn dragon court, and he is not a long-term resident.

He cannot offend such a person.

The character is resolute and decisive, and uninhibited, not bound by the constraints and fetters of the world.

Most of these people cannot be inferred by common sense.

He could not be offended.