Chapter 100: Ping Ming wants to teach Ling Yun a lesson and vent his anger for Lian Nanchun
said that Lian Nanchun was difficult to send Lingyun lovesickness, and washed his face with tears; Lian Xuanzhong looked at her unyielding look, and couldn't help sighing: "Chun'er, why are you so bothered, is it worth it to shed tears for such a person who is unfortunate in her heart?" β
Lian Nanchun Muran said: "Auntie, you don't understand ......"
The sadness in Lian Xuanzhong's eyes spread slightly, and he said softly: "What, I don't understand?" There is a saying, 'The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear,' my aunt is a person from the past, and she is always more familiar with the world than you. Now that Ling Yun has returned to the capital and the official has been reinstated, it is now the time for infinite scenery and soaring, how can you care about you, a frustrated former lover? β
Lian Nanchun slowly lowered his eyes, the persistence on his face condensed in his eyes, and said quietly: "No, he is not such a person, I believe he really likes me." β
Lian Xuanzhong sighed: "Chun'er, you are too naΓ―ve. What if you really like it? is still the same sentence, in the face of fame and love, men always choose fame and abandon love, and Lingyun is no exception! The world is as black as a crow, how can a man in the world have a good thing? It's not worth it to practice yourself for the sake of these stinky men. Chun'er, don't be stupid, forget him! β
"Auntie......" Lian Nanchun couldn't control his feelings anymore, and threw herself into Lian Xuan's arms and cried, "I want to forget him, I also know that this kind of unrequited love is stupid, but I can't control myself." Dreams at night are all his shadows; When I woke up, it was all his voice and smile that were harassing me; As soon as I calmed down, the scenes I used to be with him came back to my eyesβwhat do you think I should do? I think he's going to die, but I'm afraid to see him......"
She whimpered and cried, crying until she was short of breath and her bowels were broken; Lian Xuanzhong also cried with him.
Monk Pingming looked at the heartbroken appearance of his aunt and nephew, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, and sighed again and again: "Sin, sin!" Bodhi is not a tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing in the heart, where to stir up dust. Miss, if you want to get rid of the pain, you might as well be like my great monk, abandon the three thousand troubles and ...... with me."
Lian Xuanzhong took over the conversation and said, "Isn't it possible to become a nun with you?" You great monk, how can you make a bad idea? β
Monk Pingming gave Lian Xuanzhong a snatch, and he was speechless for a while; After a while, he said stupidly: "Then what do you say to do?" β
Lian Xuanzhong's eyes suddenly became ruthless, covered with a layer of terrifying frost, and said hatefully: "What should I do? Now I just want to grab that stinky boy from Ling Yun, strip him naked, whip him a hundred times, and beat him to the ground......"
Lian Nanchun couldn't listen anymore, "Auntie! β¦β¦β
Lian Xuan glanced at her with some hatred and said, "Look, you're distressed again, aren't you?" β
Monk Pingming suddenly slapped his head and said: "But your words just reminded me - I should go to the capital in person, arrest that stinky boy, question him face to face, teach him a good lesson, and let out this grievance in your heart!" β
This great monk really does things neatly, and once he decides on something, he will do it immediately, and he will never procrastinate. With these words, he turned and walked out.
Lian Nanchun knows that this Pingming master is straightforward and willful, and even some of his own ways; But if he really went to the capital to find Ling Yun recklessly, it would be too unreliable! After thinking about it, she only felt that it was very inappropriate, so she hurriedly stepped forward to stop it.
Monk Pingming's face sank, and he said unhappily: "What's the matter, eldest miss, don't you think he wants to die?" I want to see with my own eyes who is this Ling Yunling Commander who has made our eldest lady Lian fascinated all day long? β
After that, he no longer paid attention to Lian Nanchun's efforts to obstruct him, and insisted on walking out.
Lian Nanchun saw that he really couldn't stop him, so he had to turn his face and turn his eyes on his aunt Lian Xuanzhong for help.
Lian Xuanzhong spread his hands to her, and he also looked helpless.
Lian Nanchun watched the back of Monk Pingming go away, and couldn't help but sigh softly and said: "Alas, this master, he really does his own thing, and he runs all the way; And it's still like this outside......"
Outside, the wind was still blowing and the rain was still falling.
But he said that he was a monk of Pingming, and he didn't care about the wind and rain and the bad weather; Leaving the Hidden Mountain Villa in a huff, he hired a carriage along the way, and traveled all night to the capital.
When he arrived in the capital, the genius was bright. At this time, the wind and rain stopped, the weather was clear, and a round of red sun was rising.
Monk Pingming found a small restaurant along the way to have breakfast, and when he left, he asked the guys in the store about the path to the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department; Then he traveled all the way, and soon came to the legendary Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department.
Looking up, I saw that the famous Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department was indeed worthy of its name: the golden glazed tiles reflected the dazzling light under the bath of the morning sun after the wind and rain, and it seemed that the entire mansion was tall and majestic, and the momentum was magnificent.
At the top of the vermilion lacquer gate in the middle, there is a plaque with gold characters on a black background, on which five golden characters are inscribed in solemn and elegant Song style: "Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department"!
Two big stone lions at the entrance of the house opened their teeth and danced their claws; There are many soldiers and armor on both sides of the gate, so it is not majestic.
Monk Pingming dragged his shoes and staggered to the front of the yamen. When the guard guarding the door saw his hanging-like appearance, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, with a look of contempt, and said coldly: "Great monk, go somewhere else!" β
Monk Pingming folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk is not here to turn into fate, but to find someone." β
The guard looked at him a little strangely and said, "Oh? Get? β¦β¦ Who are you looking for? β
Monk Pingming said: "Lingyun of your mansion." β
The guard's eyes widened, "What, the name of Commander Ling is also what you stinky monk can call casually, get out of here!" As he spoke, he blasted him out.
Monk Pingming couldn't help but secretly slander himself: These guys who judge people by their appearance are really dog-eyed and low-looking! However, he has practiced for many years, his Taoism is profound, and his mind is calm, and he has long been familiar with the current situation, and he is accustomed to it; So he wasn't angry, he just laughed it off.
Seeing the light can't do it, so I have to come to the dark. At night, he changed into a black night suit and quietly sneaked into the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department.
From the front yard to the back yard, from the east courtyard to the west courtyard, I searched the entire Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department, and I didn't see the slightest shadow of Ling Yun!
Monk Pingming scratched his head and couldn't help but wonder: What the hell, where did this stinky boy go? How can I meet him?
Monk Pingming secretly calculated countermeasures in his heart; After thinking about it for a long time, I finally frowned and thought about it.
He infiltrated the treasury and found a set of clothes for the servants in the palace to change into. The brim of the suit was a little large, and the tongue protruded just enough to cover his bald head; And with such a dress, I can't see any flaws.
Besides, there are many adults in the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department, and there are hundreds of people in total, so it is not surprising that the people who see him don't know him. So, he fished in troubled waters and stayed in the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department for several days, but no one saw through it.
Since Monk Pingming had made up his mind to stay in the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department, no matter how busy Ling Yun was, there would always be a time to see him.
At noon that day, Ling Yun returned to the mansion after finishing his official business, and the monk Pingming listened to the guards and servants around him, and hurried over, but all he saw was a back of Ling Yun.
But he was very happy in his heart, good boy, as long as I let me see you, I can't run away from you! He followed all the way down, watching Ling Yun enter Lu Wenzheng's study.
said that Ling Yun, after seeing Lu Wenzheng and reporting to him on some official business in recent days, saw that there was nothing else to do, so he withdrew.
Ling Yun went out the door, paced slowly, and came to the back garden alone.
It was winter, the garden was cold and windy, the clouds were bleak, the remnants were withered, the garden was frosty, and it was bleak and indifferent; Everywhere it is haggard and desolate.
Ling Yun silently looked at the gloomy and desolate eyes in front of him, gently raised his face, looked at the dark sky above his head, and couldn't help but feel an awe-inspiring chill in his heart.
At this time, his little servant Yuzhu came to him, "Commander Ling, lunch has been prepared, and we are waiting for you to come over!" β
Ling Yun waved his hand and told him to go over in a moment.
He was gone, and he was still sitting alone on the cold stone steps, facing the chill of the winter wind, sitting dumbfounded, and his heart was at a loss.
The wind blew on him, dancing with his lapels, and from a distance, it was really like a jade tree in the wind, very chic.
Monk Pingming peeked at him from behind the flower branch not far away, and secretly said: No wonder our eldest lady Lian is in love with him unswervingly, it turns out that this stinky boy is indeed a first-class character, rich and handsome, and fascinated by women in the world.
I don't know if it's "gold and jade, ruined in it", although this kid has a good appearance, he is a sanctimonious hypocrite. Stinky boy, you won't be chic for a while, I'll let you sweep away the floor right away!
With a glance of his eyes, he saw the guard commander token that Ling Yun was wearing on his waist, and he couldn't help but feel moved.
He glided in shape, and in a blink of an eye, he was behind Ling Yun, and a light swallow scooped the water, and had already fished the token in his hand; Then he smiled smugly at Ling Yun and floated away.
When Ling Yun was sleepwalking and thinking about thousands of miles, he suddenly felt that the wind behind him was not good, and he hurriedly turned around, his sword eyebrows were upside down, his starry eyes were wide, and he shouted angrily: "Who is it?" β¦β¦β
When he looked up, he saw a man in servant costume standing in the open space a few feet away from him, holding his token in his hand, and smiling defiantly at him.
Looking at the other party's somewhat mocking smile, Ling Yun couldn't help but be angry, and said in a deep voice: "Give me back!" β
Monk Pingming smiled leisurely: "Okay, if you have the ability, you can get it yourself!" As he spoke, the light figure flew away.
In a hurry, Ling Yun didn't have time to think about it, so he used light skills to chase down.
Because that token is a very important thing that I wear closely, I will never allow the slightest mistake. Just imagine, if this token is really lost, then wouldn't it be too dereliction of duty for him as the commander of the guards of the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department?
Moreover, he absolutely couldn't bear the humiliation of his personal belongings being snatched away by others.
The artist was bold, so he chased after him without hesitation.