Uncle has a fever.

Rushing into Uncle Mei's arms, Qu Qiyue, who had already put his paws into the Shaxing pajamas and pressed them on his shoulders, heard a warm and soft voice from the top of his head, and the first thought was that the uncle had a fever and burned out his brain, so he was talking nonsense.

The second thought is that the uncle is guilty of snake spirit disease, the uncle is unreliable, and occasionally he is out of tune like Uncle He, and today's thinking has gone off the rails.

She felt that it was because of the villain's tricks that caused the uncle's brain circuit to be abnormal, so that he said such shocking words.

Thinking so in his heart, he reluctantly abandoned the warm place, and leaned out a little devil's claw to check the body temperature between Hu Shaxing's full forehead, the temperature was not hot, and he couldn't help muttering: "I don't have a fever." ”

Shi Huarong wrapped himself and the little guy tightly in the quilt, only then did he grasp the corner of the quilt, waiting for the little girl's reaction, never thought that the little girl was not shocked, nor frightened, but reached out to cover his forehead, his heart was full of helplessness, why did the little girl never believe his truth?

The little girl's little palm is soft and delicate, the palm is warm, and pressing it on the forehead is like sticking a hot towel just taken out of the oven, which makes people feel comfortable.

It's warm to the touch.

The cold-faced god's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed the little girl's little hand with a free hand, and stuffed her little arm that climbed out of the quilt back into the quilt and rested it on his chest to warm up.

"It's cold outside, don't move. He was not satisfied that the little one was a little far away, so he took the opportunity to put the little man close to his chest.

The two of them were close to each other, smelling the light smell of the little guy, and the heart was settled, and the heart was also filled with satisfaction.

The iceberg god is a rough man, greedy for the beautiful feeling of hugging a little girl, and never cares about small details, he holds the soft and fragrant little things in his arms, and doesn't care about the posture at all.

The posture of the two people in the quilt is definitely not very beautiful, the little girl sits on the legs of the evil star with her legs crossed, her slender and shapely legs arched, and her knees are clamped on the man's waist.

The two parties were unaware, one slightly lowered his head to look at the villain in his arms, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and the other looked up at the handsome face close at hand, his eyebrows furrowed.

He is handsome and unpretentious, his eyes are like a pool of immovable autumn water, there is a little expectation hidden in the depths of his eyes, a little urgency, his pupils are like a mirror imprinted with the delicate shadow of a villain, and there is only one her in his heart;

Her face was confused, her eyebrows were close and she was contemplative, her eyes were precipitated like winter water, and her eyes seemed to peek into his soul through his appearance, serious and detached from things.

One is observing, the other is thinking, one is one big and one is small, one man and one woman ignore everything outside of them, and only see each other.

For a long time, the little man who only showed his head outside the quilt blinked, and his face was entangled: "Strange, there is no sign of evil." ”

Uncle Evil was definitely not touched by the evil spirit, in the middle of the month, the two stars on the top of the evil star's head were blazing, enough to resist the yin qi; after solving the ghost queen mother, the little witch girl was worried that the uncle was going out on a business trip to recruit villains, and before returning to school this morning, she kindly lent him the dzi to wear it temporarily, just in case, even if the evil star was insufficient, the dzi also saved the soul from the influence of bad luck.

Twisting his eyebrows, Qu Qiyue was entangled, the two picturesque and delicate eyebrows were twisted into twists, there was no evil, it was not the evil spirit that shook the body and mind, why did the uncle react so quickly today, what was wrong?

Staring at the little girl's face, Shi Huarong took in all her facial expressions, suspicious, depressed, tangled, contemplative, and confused, each expression was like a movie lens flashing on the screen, vivid and interesting, rich and varied.

It turns out that a person's facial expressions can be so wonderful and so varied.

He didn't want to interrupt the little girl's train of thought, and he was worried that she would think about some messy things endlessly, so he had to say something to prevent her from continuing to ponder: "Girl, what are you thinking?"

The voice of the evil star is as clear as an ice spring, sweet as wine, seductive, and pleasant, and he is used to suppressing it, making his voice cold and hard, cold, and rarely really showing his true voice.

At this moment, he shows his true nature, his voice is wonderful, each word seems to be a musical note, soft and moving, a few simple words strung into a sentence, such as music, jingling, sweet and magnetic, sensual.

His voice brings people extreme auditory enjoyment, and the beauty of the spring breeze blowing willows and the melting snow in spring is incomparable to the touch of sound across the earstrings.

Qu Qiyue's heartstrings seemed to be plucked, and a tingling sensation flowed to the limbs, and the bones were as soft as pork ribs steamed and fried in ghee.

Her breathing was short, and her pretty face didn't know when two red glows sprung up, but she didn't last for ten seconds, her small waist could no longer stand the weight of her upper body, and her whole little body was lying softly in Uncle Sha's arms, panting slightly, and she was shy.

"Uncle, why don't you look so handsome? "The face hit the muscles as strong as iron, and the mind was finally clear, annoyed and angry, pouting fiercely, the uncle couldn't use the beautiful man trick to confuse her, let her get out of the way, wipe it, who gave him the bad idea?

Best...... It's best not to let her catch the guy who is making random moves, otherwise, I will teach him why the flowers are so red.

Hmph, the stinky uncle who always uses beautiful men is waiting, and when the little witch grows up to be a country and a city, he must use a beauty trick to retaliate back, so confused that he is dizzy, and he can't tell the difference between southeast and west.

Beauty Trick ...... Alas, think about it, it's tragic again, the little witch is stunted, no breasts and no ass, face, feel good about herself, and the chance of growing into the appearance of a country is only about 1 in 1,000, and 999 out of 1,000 is likely to be a small bean sprout.

Sister, go for his bean sprouts

Clenched her fists, the little witch was full of resentment, because Mao was not as beautiful as Jiuchen, because Mao was not as big as Xiang Erxiang, whew, because Mao and others had no proud advantages?

grinding her teeth, cursing the thief God, cursing the God of Creation, and cursing Lao Yan, they all complained that those old guys didn't pick a suitable body for her, and didn't give the little witch a unique figure.

Qu Xiaowunu's sad heart burst into tears, a handful of snot and tears, crying a little, sad and sad.

"Innate. Hearing the humming sound escaping from his arms, the heart of the cold-faced god was about to soften, and the head of the little thing with a light smile and a smile thanked God for sending him such a cute and lively little girl, this is his angel, the warmth of his life, and it will also be the most cherished in his life...... Little daughter-in-law

Perhaps, there is still a long, long way to make the little girl his little daughter-in-law, but he is not afraid;

Perhaps, the little girl is not yet an adult, and she needs to wait at least four years before she can really become his little daughter-in-law, but he is not afraid of waiting, and he is willing to wait, don't say wait for four years, even if he waits for ten or twenty years, he is willing to wait.

The little girl is his lucky star, and the only person who can solve his life, whether he is selfish or dark, the little girl can only be his little daughter-in-law in this life

He, Shi Huarong, gambled his life, his personality, and everything, and he will protect his future daughter-in-law, and no one will be allowed to rob him, and no one will be allowed to rob him

The cold-faced god hugged the small body overflowing with light fragrance, his determination was as firm as a mountain, and there was a strong affection hidden in his eyes, and his heart throbbed, and he returned to the scene of going to the Lingquan Treasure Temple......

The temperature in the morning was not too cold, and after sending the little girl to Yan University for class, Di Chaohai Humvee returned to the military headquarters building, and went to the office with the chief to deal with the rest of the work, so as to fly to Wuyang City in the afternoon.

When the two of them worked for less than an hour to complete two-thirds of the workload, the phone rang frequently, and after answering the phone, the guard Di went to the door to greet him, and soon received two boxes from the guard, and carried them back to the office.

After taking it apart and looking at it a few times, the cold face had a faint expression: "Chaohai, what do the professors say?"

"The professors can't conclude that these two things are very strange, and there are no objects similar to them in the artifacts that have been unearthed in the past, and they may be prehistoric artifacts. ”

Di Chaohai carefully relayed the research results of the archaeology professors, these two documents were obtained from the hands of cultural relics smugglers, thus involving a possible theft of the imperial tomb of the Liu Han Dynasty, which has been traced for three months.

This kind of case was originally the responsibility of the Ministry of Internal Security, and it had little to do with the troops, however, the captured smuggling of cultural relics was a large gang, and it was also implicated in the border and some secrets, and was sent to the Sky Wolf Regiment as a special incident, and the instructor had to take over the hot potato.

"It seems that we can't go to Wuyang City for the time being, notify the secretary's office to change the ticket the day after tomorrow, I will take these two things to Lingquan Baosha and call if I have something. ”

"Yes, Chief. ”

Leaving the work to the assistant, the cold-faced god twisted two boxes and went downstairs, drove the Hummer and went straight to the Lingquan Treasure Temple, fortunately, he missed the rush hour of commuting, stopped and stopped, and arrived at the goal in less than forty minutes.

It is not a holiday, although the tourists of Lingquan Treasure Temple are no longer unprecedentedly lively, there are still pilgrims and believers coming and going, in and out of twos and threes, and it is not deserted.

Winter is coming, every time the wind comes, the leaves of the deciduous trees are colorful like rain, one after another, stepping on the pine needles, Shi Huarong twisted the box in the plastic bag with one hand and walked slowly on the cobblestone road in the temple, the army green military uniform was vibrant, warming the lonely and cold season, and also amazed the eyes of many pilgrims.

The man walked vigorously, and soon arrived outside the small courtyard where Master Zhiyuan lived, and the little monk in the brown robe stood outside the door, his palms folded: "Shi Tanyue, the master has been respectful for a long time, please come in"

The little monk led the guests into the courtyard, covered the door, closed a courtyard autumn scene, the courtyard was lonely, a sandalwood fragrance of longevity incense and the smell of flames lingered in the air, and the small courtyard became more and more profound.

Master Zhiyuan knelt on one side of the Buddha hall and sat on the Tuanpu, set up a coffee table in front of him, boiling water on a small red clay stove on one side, and saw the god-killing officer coming, standing up, and his eyes were wise: "I haven't seen him for nearly a month, Shi Tan's face has gathered the divine light, and his merits have increased, and it can be seen that he has made great merits for the benefit of all beings, Amitabha."

"Don't dare to be. Shi Huarong's eyebrows widened, he sat down cross-legged in front of the master, moved the box out, took out the ancient relics and put them on the small table for the master to watch.

He had learned the master before he came, and everyone didn't have to be polite, just to the point.

The little monk kept the fire and boiled water.

Master Zhiyuan sat and looked at the objects brought by the iceberg military god, and held the jade carving that looked like a lampstand and not like a lamp, and the jade carving that looked like a mountain but not a mountain in his hand and touched it, and sang a Buddha horn, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, without the slightest discoloration: "Shi Tanyue, the old man can't recognize this thing, this is not all the items of the Buddhist family, one thing can be confirmed, the tentacles of the thing are peaceful and unlucky, not a murder weapon." The other piece of jade is a spiritual weapon, which has a deeper bad luck. Please forgive the old man for asking, can you please Qu Xiaotan more and see?"

"Not yet. "The cold-faced god calmly accepted the ancient understanding, and the master of Zhiyuan couldn't see the reason, thinking that the age should be relatively old.

He put away two antiques that were not murder weapons, put the jade pendant that the master had not touched in the corner of the box, and put it back in a plastic bag.

Mutter-

The water boiled and a burst of white gas rose.

The little monk makes tea, first in front of the Buddha's throne, and then to the master and guests.

The master drank tea slowly, the whole body was auspicious, like a Buddha, and the cold-faced god drank a lamp, the voice was like a breeze, soft, and peaceful: "Master, if you have something to ask for, please also ask the master to be merciful and give me some advice." ”

"Please. "Master Zhiyuan's eyes full of wisdom became more and more kind.

"May I ask the master, how is the face of the little girl I brought last time......? "Thinking of the little girl, the hardest corner of Shi Huarong's heart became soft, and he lowered his voice for no reason, and his magnetic voice was like light smoke, melodious, and smart.

The little girl is his life-saving star, even if she is not the person in Beigong's prophecy, he will take care of her for the rest of her life like his own little girl, protect her from bullying, and keep her safe.

However, the little girl is not only his savior, but also the future national teacher, not only he will protect her, but the national leaders will also try their best to protect her, how much attention the little girl is, how dangerous it is, he doesn't want the little girl to follow in the footsteps of the North Palace, and he can't accept such a cruel reality.

Perhaps, it is better not to know the blessings and misfortunes, follow the rules of the world, and move towards the future step by step, but he is still not at ease, hoping to mention that he can get some omens, even if it is ...... The ultimate fate cannot be changed, at least we can do our best to take precautions.

He is reluctant to let the little girl be hurt a little, his little girl should grow up healthy, stay by his side all her life, stay intact, see the prosperity of the world, and enjoy the years of stability.

Master Zhiyuan glanced at the instructor sitting opposite, and his eyebrows were peaceful: "Shi Tanyue, how about accompanying the old man to have a plate?"

Play chess?

The cold-faced god pondered for a second, and nodded lightly: "Very good." ”

Once, the two often sat against each other, with cigarettes lingering next to them, and the tea was light, and they were relaxed in that atmosphere.

The little monk went to fetch a chessboard and spread the table, and set up a chess bowl.

As in the past, the instructor holds the sunspot, the master holds the white, and the jade chess pieces fall on the same jade chessboard, making a crisp and beautiful light sound, and the sandalwood, tea fragrance, there is a unique scene.

You come and go, the black and white chess pieces rise and fall in an orderly manner, and the chess pieces on the chessboard are scattered.

"Life is like chess. "Halfway down, Master Zhiyuan left a son, kind words and meaningful.

The handsome man raised his eyes to look, fell, and listened.

"It's like a chess game. The master fell, added a sentence, and his tone was far away, like the clouds in the mountains after the rain, which made people uncatchable.

The American officer's eyebrows were raised slightly, and the tips of his eyebrows were like butterfly wings flapping, drawing a hint of faint contemplation.

When it was time to fall by himself, Master Zhiyuan pointed to the chess pieces and went down, the white pieces did not fall, the palm stroked the chessboard, and with a slight rotation, the chess game was suddenly chaotic, and the black and white pieces were chaotic into scattered sand.

The cold-faced god was suddenly shocked, what does the master mean to say that the little girl will finally be in war in the future?

A touch of thought crossed the brain, the heartstrings were stretched into a straight line, tense, breathing to death, sitting like a stone statue, the bottom of the heart, the pain, flooded.

Junjun's military god was as stunned as a wood carving, and his mind was still.

Master Zhiyuan raised his hand indifferently, and the old man's voice was unhurried: "Shi Tanyue, this game is chaotic, if you want to have another game, what should you do?"

Shi Huarong's thoughts were pulled back, his gaze was fixed on the chess game, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Regroup." ”

"Shi Tanyue's former life is a general dead chess, the moment Xiao Tanyue appeared next to Shi Tanyue, it was just like the hand of Lao Qu just now, breaking the situation of dead chess, what will happen in the future, Lao Kan can't reveal too much, Lao Kan's meaning must be able to understand the mystery with Shi Tanyue's wisdom, but please Shi Tanyue must cherish Xiao Tanyue, Amitabha, the origin of fate is destined, the three life stones are determined to be in the previous life, don't ask where to go in the future, and the karma will be clear when it is clear. Amitabha-"

The master lowered his eyes and twisted the Buddha beads, and the little monk made another cup of tea.

The American officer stared at the chessboard mixed with black and white, motionless like an old monk, for a long time, the beautiful fèng's eyes blinked gently, and the divine light in his eyes surged and was brilliant.

Happy, raised his eyebrows, put his palms together, and recited a Buddha name devoutly: "I understand, once the fate of the Heavenly Evil Lone Star was a dead end, the little girl fell from the sky to break the deadlock, the little girl by her side can bring the dead back to life, if the person is not there, it is still a dead end." The little girl is the unexpected solution in my life, and she will also be my only wife. Thank you for your advice."

"Good, good, good"

The master of Zhiyuan twisted the beads like flying, Shi Tanyue was loyal to the country, blocked thousands of little ghosts, and benefited the common people, how could he let Shi Tanyue be lonely and old for a lifetime, I only hope that Xiao Tanyue has the common people in his heart, and can accompany Shi Tanyue left and right, protect Longhua from the scourge of war and war, and compose a song of piano and song

Xiao Tanyue, Lao Qu kept his promise, did not reveal that you are a lifeless person, nor did he say that you are the solution of Shi Tanyue's fate, everything is the result of Shi Tan's teaching himself to realize the Buddha, Amitabha

Shi Huarong was overjoyed, hugged the box and said goodbye, stepped out of the small courtyard, and walked straight to the parking lot......

The drifting thoughts returned, Shi Huarong hugged the little girl's waist, the love in her eyes was as thick as the sea, from the moment she met the little girl, fate was doomed, she was his solution, and she was his little daughter-in-law.

From not knowing each other to becoming his little daughter, it is a process, from a little girl to a little daughter-in-law, it just takes a process, four years may be a bit difficult, what does it matter?