Thinking of this, Zi'an looked at An Ning's eyes with concern and reciprocated with his usual gentle smile, "Grandpa, I know what I'm doing, don't persuade me!"

"The gods sit on the lotus platform and see all living beings, the saints sit on the dragon chair and see the world is hot and cold, and the people sit on the ground and see the warm fireworks. The ass determines everyone's vision, but what you see must be the best, right?

The Buddha is high up and overlooks the world, so it is empty, the saint is indifferent because of the state of affairs, and the little guy can be tired although he understands the warmth and cold. Therefore, the Buddha aspires to become an ordinary person, the saint wants to be a god or an immortal forever, and the little man aspires to be a king and a nobleman. But is it really all good?" An Ning said.

Zi'an waved his hand and begged for mercy, "Grandpa, you can spare me! Over there—the flowers over there are very beautiful!" Zi'an ran away after speaking, and An Ning looked at his back with a hateful expression.

Si Qing walked up to him and whispered: "Your Highness can't let it go, you can't put it down!"

"What do you mean?"

"Sometimes paying too much for one thing is not necessarily happiness, or it may be like a chain wrapped around one's own obsession, and the key is placed hundreds of meters away. It's not very far, but there is an extra chain every ten meters between 100 meters, and if you want to get the key, you have to keep going. Before you get the key, you either die of being exhausted by the heavy chains, or you can get the key and be free.

Your Highness is in such a situation now. In such a situation, how could it be so easy for him to give up!" After Si Qing finished speaking, he hurriedly went to find Zi'an.

An Ning was silent and then sighed unconsciously.

The next few days were quiet and tranquil—

One day, the gongs and drums sounded outside the door, Si Qing came in from outside the door and handed a piece of paper to Zi'an, Zi'an unfolded the paper ball with a surprised face and then a happy face.

"Find someone to keep an eye on the Fang Mansion, if someone sneaks out of the Fang Mansion and come to report to me!"

"Yes!"

About half a pillar of incense passed, and when the little girl came to deliver the news again, Zi'an led Si Qing out in a hurry. Turn left and turn right and walk into a small alley, where a woman with a good figure in the distance is talking to a young man who leads the way.

Seeing the two of them walk in, Zi'an said, "Si Qing! I heard that the young son of the Fang family married a prostitute. After the woman, she took in a prostitute named Rouge. Female?" Zi'an said, "Prostitute." The words 'female' and 'little son of the Fang family' were bitten very hard, as if they were deliberately said to someone.

Si Qing narrowed his eyes and replied loudly very cooperatively, "Yes! Why is it just a concubine, that magnificence, no less than marrying a wife, I heard that today's acceptance! The road where Meng Yueju lived to Fangfu blocked the crowd again! If we go fast, maybe we can even get some reward!"

Meng Gu's eyes widened, looking at the two people with disbelief on their faces: "Two sons, who are you talking about just now?"

"Well, what, girl, you don't know yet!" Zi'an said with a rare good temper.

Meng Gu nodded, and the smile on her face was a little bitter.

Zi'an smiled and said, "That son-in-law married another prostitute." Girl, I heard that this scene seems to be a little better than when you were married!If the girl finds it interesting, she can go to the front street and be happy!" he said, pointing to the street in the distance.

"Thank you, Childe!" Meng Gu said with a trembling voice, and after she finished speaking, she ran towards the street.

Zi'an in the back looked at her back and pulled out a joke full of jokes, playing with taste: "Look! This is my Ying'er, I won't be tempted by anyone! It's really pleasing-" said with a slight squint of eyes with a fox-like cunning, like a naughty child who took revenge after being robbed of his beloved toy.

"I never thought that Gongzi would be as bad as he is today!" Si Qing looked at him with some surprise.

Zi'an's face turned red in an instant, and he said with some embarrassment, "That's because you don't know Lao Tzu!" he said, waving his fist and dancing his teeth and claws, like a young tiger grinning and revealing teeth that flashed with a soft and cold light, which was very cute in Si Qing's eyes.

Just wanted to reply, but heard Zi'an say, "Go and help!"

followed Zi'an's gaze and looked over, and happened to find that it was a small guy blocking the woman in front of her and not letting the woman go.

"Yes!" Gao Zi finished speaking, picked up a few stones on the side and threw them at the steamed bun.

Mantou only felt a surge of pain in his wrists and ankles, and involuntarily took two steps back, and Meng Gu rushed out directly with this gap.

Looking at the girl's back, Zi'an suddenly smiled, with a childlike naughty and narrow smile; "She has been occupying my family for so long, Ying'er will always make her suffer a little! Okay, let's go back! The chaos after that, whether it is good or bad, is not what I want to see." ”

After that, they returned to Anfu—

On this day, An Ning moved out of the chessboard to play chess with Zi'an.

Although the black and white chess pieces staggered and fought without using the knife, the murderous aura rushed out from the chess surface, pouring down the face of the person stabbed in front of him and causing pain.

"Those who know know that you are playing chess, and those who don't know still think that the two of you are enemies looking at each other!

An Ning glared at him and didn't speak.

Zi'an smiled.

Si Qing shook his head a little boredly, and then suddenly grinned.

As soon as he grinned, Zi'an understood, he took out a free hand and patted Si Qing, and said very firmly, "What bad idea are you thinking!"

"Your Highness!" Si Qing sat cross-legged on the ground and said with great interest, "After the son of the Fang family married a concubine, he didn't care about his wife, and because the two were from the same background, no one could help him when he spoiled the concubine and killed his wife!

The neighbors all knew about it, but the Fang family didn't know if it was - that Fang Gongzi didn't know anything or was it just a stupid thing. In short, I have already sent someone to tell the news to the favorite concubine again, and the appearance of that prince Fang must be extremely good-looking at that time. ”

"Who told you to do the bastard thing!" Although Zi'an verbally reprimanded, there was indeed a happy smile on his face.

Luozi was more kind, and the two sons pushed the chessboard and said a little scoundrelly, "Grandpa, I don't want to play!

An Ning smiled helplessly, "Bastard, you know you're going to lose, you say that, right?" said that his hand tapped lightly on Zi'an's head.

Zi'an covered his head and looked at An Ning with a sad face, and his words trembled a little, "Lightly, if you knock me stupid in a while, I won't give you the letter that Grandpa Luoying gave me!"

"Oh! Luoying has a letter?" An Ning's hand was so that Zi'an, a bastard boy, found an opportunity, he grabbed An Ning's hand and stuffed a letter into his hand.

After Zi'an's series of actions last night, he stared at An Ning with one arm and his brain in a daze.

An Ning unfolded the envelope, and after a while tears flowed down his face, he said in a trembling voice, "Why didn't he send me the letter himself?"

"Grandpa!" Zi'an said, handing him a handkerchief, "I don't know if it's a disgrace from that old man's mouth!

"He didn't send this letter, right?!, but there is no person who wrote the letter on this letter, so you think it was given to me by Luoying!" An Ning wiped away her tears and shook off the piece of paper in her hand, there were two big characters on the paper: "Gan Tang." ”

Zi'an didn't care about his words, and asked curiously, "Grandpa, is there anything touching about the word Gantang?"

Hearing this, An Ning's face changed, and then happiness smeared on his face, "I once served as an official in a remote village far away. Where children can't afford to go to school or eat. I taught them to read and write, and I taught them to grow rice. Then their lives were better, and my reputation was ruined, and the Holy One promoted me to a higher rank. This letter was sent by my student.

Although it has not been signed, the word Gantang is clearly written. ”

"But what do these two words mean?"

"Gan Tang's last love comes from the Book of Songs—okay, I'm leaving! I'm going to find someone to frame this piece of paper. Haha

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The days passed slowly.

After that, Zi'an saw Pingcheng again in a dream, and the night smudged the sky like thick ink. Zi'an and Heping City nested in a bush at the door of Mengyue's house.

Not far in front stood Heijo and a man in a Taoist robe, and they didn't know what they were talking about. As soon as Zi'an was about to go out to see Pingcheng, he was held down by Si Qing.

Si Qing stretched out his finger to his mouth, and then turned his finger around and pointed in the direction of Meng Yueju's door.

Zi'an lowered his eyes and waited obediently on the side.

After a while, a beautiful girl walked out of the door with a dragon floating behind her, and when Si Qing saw it, he stared at the dragon with straight eyes, his lips opened and closed, and he said two words silently;

Zi'an grinned, his body shook slightly, and Si Qing had to hold him harder.

I saw that the candle dragon talked to Pingcheng's side for a long time, and then his tail waved at the dark place on the side, sweeping out the two people.

Si Qing protected Zi'an in his arms and smashed the whole person backwards, breaking a few trees behind him.

A mouthful of blood vomited, Si Qing opened his eyes and looked at Zi'an in his arms with a concerned face, the person in his arms opened his eyes, looked around in a daze, and his empty eyes focused on the blood on Si Qing's mouth. Horror crept up on Zi'an's handsome face, and then anger surged over him, making the expression on his face become hideous and terrifying, like a demon.

"Bastard!" Zi'an stood up and shouted at the candle dragon.

The candle dragon just glared at Zi'an, and the latter was pressed by the invisible air pressure and couldn't stand up.

Si Qing struggled to get up, knelt down at the candle dragon and pleaded, "Please let my son-in-law go." My son-in-law is such a temperament that he offends the immortals. I apologize to the immortals on behalf of my son-in-law. He kowtowed three times.

The candle dragon snorted coldly, and Zi'an immediately felt the pressure on his body drop sharply, and then sat on the ground and gasped.

Then I heard the candle dragon talking to the Taoist priest for a long time, and then the woman next to the candle dragon used a spell to condense a bottle and handed it to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest thanked him and fed the contents of the bottle to Pingcheng, and then a burst of white mist enveloped Pingcheng.

Zi'an's heart calmed down when he watched this scene, and then he was overwhelmed by the chaos of his mind, for no reason, but everything in front of him was too shocking.

After that, the woman disappeared with the candle dragon, and the Taoist priest came to treat Si Qing first, and then entered the Dream Leap House.

After waiting for a long time, the priest came out of the house.