Shangguan Yuqing opened the paper, and at a glance, he found that this portrait was really similar to Zhuo Yifan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She clearly remembered that at that time, because she was not wearing clothes all over her body, the prodigal son of the prodigal son had been looking greedily with straight eyes.

"Yun'er, it seems to be him, the prodigal son of the disciple!" Shangguan Yuqing said in surprise.

But in order not to be mistaken, she handed the portrait to Yun'er again and asked her to confirm it too.

After Yun'er saw it, she also nodded and said that it was indeed the prodigal son of the disciple, which made Shangguan Yuqing's heart surge.

"Okay, I've been looking for so long and finally found it, see how I clean you up!" After speaking, she hurriedly shouted: "Yun'er, let's go back quickly, don't let that kid run away again." ”

Shangguan Yuqing shook off the horse rope and rushed to the horse farm just now.

"Yes, County Lord!"

The maid also quickly chased after her, and she seemed to be very skillful. Shangguan Yuqing likes to dance with guns and sticks, as her maid, she will naturally not be too inferior.

"Crackling ......"

The galloping horses' hooves trampled on the dirt road, the sound was like thunder, as fast as raindrops, accompanied by smoke and dust, and the two horses were like arrows and feathers from the Xuan.

Soon the two returned to the racecourse, but instead of dismounting, they drove their horses in.

In an instant, there was a burst of neighing in the horse farm, and many horses were frightened and jumped around in the stable.

"Who is so bold as to dare to ride a horse in!" the horse dealer boss hurriedly ran out.

At this time, I saw Shangguan Yuqing, who was sitting on horseback, looking inside with a frosty face.

"Oh my God! Why is this little aunt back again!" quickly turned his head and wanted to run back.

Shangguan Yuqing snorted coldly and said, "You stop me!"

When the owner of the horse dealer heard this, he quickly stopped, mistakenly thinking that the horse had a problem again, and this time he came to settle accounts with himself.

He turned around and said with a smile on his face, "Miss, it's you! I thought the horse thief was coming!"

"What horse thief? Come over to me, I have something to ask you!"

The owner of the horse dealer stood there and smiled stupidly, and did not dare to move, if this was the past, she would use her horse to hit herself again, what would it be.

"Miss, don't worry, can't I change it for you?"

"Change what?" Shangguan Yuqing frowned.

"Didn't you come to me to change horses?" said the horse dealer boss with a bitter face.

"I just want to ask you something!"

When the owner of the horse dealer heard that it was not about horses, he instantly felt more at ease.

He stepped forward and asked uneasily, "What do you want to ask?"

"What about the prodigal son just now?"

"Which prodigal son? Oh, you mean the boy who bought the horse with you just now? He, he's gone...... Let's go!" said the horse dealer owner nervously.

"When did you leave?"

"It just now, it didn't take long!"

When Shangguan Yuqing heard this, he pulled the horse rope, turned the horse's head, and ran out.

Looking at the backs of the two of them, the horse dealer boss touched the sweat oozing from his forehead, and sighed: "Finally left, why are you so unlucky today!"

He stroked the heartbeat of "Dong Dong" and muttered to himself: "It seems that today's luck is not good, let's close down!"

With shouting to the guys inside: "Business is not done today, close the door quickly!"

Then, a wooden sign hung at the door of the racecourse with the words "Closed today!"

Zhuo Yifan and Huya bought some food in the city for eating on the road, and while the sky was still good, they didn't stay in the city for a long time, and the two slowly walked out of the city gate.

The two rode horses and ran quickly down the avenue, all the way to the south. The farther and farther away from the city gate, the avenue is getting narrower and narrower, but it is still better than the sheep's intestine path.

Zhuo Yifan's mood was affected a lot by buying a horse, but when he thought of going home, he gradually got better.

"Senior Brother Huya, have you ever been to Liangcheng?"

Huya, sitting on horseback, shook his head at him.

"Yes, you are a monk, you are young, of course you have never been to Liangcheng, you look at my brain!" Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.

After a pause, he asked again, "Senior Brother Huya, have you ever eaten osmanthus cake?"

Huya shook his head.

As soon as he talked about eating, Huya was also very interested, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious, crystal clear, sweet and soft, take a bite of it, your mouth is full of the fragrance of osmanthus, this osmanthus ......" Zhuo Yifan didn't finish speaking, but sighed.

This made Huya, who could hear the drooling of Huya, anxious for a while, and urged: "Brother Yifan, you say it quickly, you say it quickly!"

"It's a pity, August is over, the osmanthus has withered, and without the osmanthus, you can't eat the osmanthus cake!"

Hearing Zhuo Yifan's words, Huya also sighed slowly, "Hey, Brother Yifan, you have seduced out all the gluttonous worms in my stomach, and now you say that you can't eat it." ”

"I forgot too!" he said happily with a twinkle in his eyes, "My mother may be able to save some dry goods." ”

"What's the dry stuff?" Huya wondered.

"It's air-dried osmanthus, as long as you have these, you can still eat it. ”

"That's great!" Huya was also excited.

"Huya, we Liangcheng, there is more than one kind of delicious food!

The more Huya listened, the more impatient he became, and he hurriedly shouted: "Brother Yifan, isn't it a bit slow to go like this, let's speed up!"

Zhuo Yifan also felt the same way when he saw Huya's impatience, under the temptation of food, no matter who he was, he would feel like a year.

He smiled and nodded, and the two of them twitched their hips, and the two horses galloped up in an instant.

Not long after the two of them were speeding up, two men suddenly stood in front of them, both of them covering their faces and riding in the middle of the road.

Zhuo Yifan and Huya suddenly saw this scene, and hurriedly grabbed the galloping horse and looked at each other cautiously.

Zhuo Yifan turned his head and whispered to the little monk: "Senior Brother Huya, these two people are not good, you must be careful." ”

Huya glanced at him and nodded cautiously.

Zhuo Yifan turned his head, smiled on his face, and shouted to the two: "I don't know why these two friends are blocking our way?"

The two men remained sitting on their horses, neither moving nor speaking, as if two stakes were tied to their horses. It stands to reason that blocking the middle of the avenue and covering his face is either a robbery or a revenge-seeking killer, but these two people are silent, which makes Zhuo Yifan instantly confused.

Seeing this, the little monk turned his head and whispered, "Brother Yifan, will they know about the Zen staff?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "It's not impossible, this Zen staff is a Buddhist holy relic after all." ”

"Then we just have to fight with them, and we can't lose the Zen stick!" Huya was afraid that the Zen stick would be missed, and it would be difficult to explain it to Master Huiyuan, so he said eagerly.

"Senior Brother Huya, don't worry, the enemy hasn't moved and we move first, this is a taboo for soldiers, let's take a look first. Zhuo Yifan said. (To be continued.) )