Chapter 406 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 25
Chapter 406 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 25
A gentleman enters the house without restraint.
Before entering the palace in the morning, the servants had already cleaned the floor.
It only took an hour, and the ground was covered with broken petals again. The bright orange color teased the simple blue bricks. The wind blew, and the leaves fluttered and rotated, dancing like a play, and finally swayed into a painting.
The gentleman stepped on the green bricks, looked at the orange color, and thought about the little monsters in the house. The green grass will finally usher in the happy spring.
Before that, he should spend it with her through the snowy and cold winter.
Turning into the courtyard, I saw Fuchen playing on the table.
The taste of the soup in the house has not changed.
"Floating dust." Junzi Wuxiao looked at the still turbid potion and asked, "Why not use medicine?"
"I don't want it." Fuchen was playful and slapped Ye Ye on the desk. "That medicine makes me uncomfortable. I just don't want it."
"Fuchen, do you want to go see the lantern festival?" Zi Wu asked with a smile, and his soft voice was charming, "The lantern festival here is world-famous, and the scene is so lively."
Fuchen was immediately attracted, "Is there anything to eat?"
"have."
"Fun and pretty?"
"have."
Fuchen thought about it and immediately decided to jump off the table, jump up and down, and jump into the pool.
Fuchen tried hard to hold back the potion.
There is a piece of grass floating in the barrel, and there is a wine spoon floating on the water. I drink while soaking, and then lick two black beads.
Unable to hold on, I just listened to Ah Wu’s lies.
Finally, the day of the Lantern Festival arrived. Fuchen had been shouting excitedly since the morning. He soaked in the potion and kept asking what was there, what was there, what he wanted to do, and what he had to do.
It's not dark yet.
Fuchen was already urging Ah Wu, "Hurry, hurry. Get ready to go out!"
Ah Wu knew it was still early, so he didn't raise his head, "Just a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour. Just finish it here."
The dust roots dispersed, and he sat on the table, trying to hold back his silence. His eyes were fixed on the pen and ink written by Ah Wu.
After writing a word, I look forward to it. When the pen and ink touches the next word, my eyes become slightly fainter. When I stop writing and put down the book, my eyes become light.
Seeing this, Ah Wu burst out laughing. He immediately put down his writing and stood up to put on his clothes. He was dressed in silver and white brocade clothes with light green trimmings and decorations. He also picked a light green hairband. He walked out and asked Fuchen, but he was unsure and asked, "Are you okay?
?Match it with you."
"Hehehehe," Fuchen rolled on the table with laughter while holding Heizhu in his arms. The person in front of him was a handsome gentleman with a shy smile, completely lacking the solemnity and solemnity of the past.
"Don't laugh, I have never gone out on the street." Ziwu himself was also smiling. He straightened his sleeves and stretched out his hand towards Fuchen.
Fuchen ran up to his shoulder holding the beads.
As the sun sets, the night market is already crowded with people.
Candles have been lit in the streets.
After a while, the setting sun passed by quickly, and the red street lights became even more dazzling.
The gray night, the shouting crowd, the red lanterns, and the sound of feet tapping on the bluestone.
The grass sits on the human body, with two leaves holding the black beads. Occasionally, it swallows it and spits it out immediately.
Ah Wu, who was walking with a smile on his face and wearing green leaves, pointed at a new gadget on the street and asked Xiao Cao for his opinion. He was paying attention to Fu Chen's every move from the corner of his eye.
Fuchen's hands moved subconsciously, stuffing the leaves into his mouth and waiting to spit them out.
The wait was longer this time.
"Fuchen, do you want a candy man?" Junzi Wu asked.
"I want it, I want it," Fuchen shouted. She wanted everything.
Jun Ziwu chose a small golden dragon among the many sugar figures. Fu Chen hugged the little golden dragon and licked it nonstop.
Licking from bottom to top, all the way to the bottom.
The two leaves seemed to be picked up and touched by the candy man.
As I walked, the grass on my shoulders unconsciously condensed into a white mist.
"Over there, look at how many people there are," Fuchen muttered, "There must be something interesting to see. Let's go and see it too!"
"good."
Jun Ziwu took Fuchen to a nearby building and asked for a private room on the second floor. When he went upstairs, he saw surprised looks around him. He looked around him. There was a small shadow on the grass sitting on his shoulder, which looked like a little girl.
, holding the little golden dragon and licking it carefully.
Transformed.
Soon.
All that's left is the final solidification.
A gentleman would not block Fu Chen's sight with his hands, nor would he remind Fu Chen so as not to disturb Fu Chen.
Outside the window on the second floor, several people were spinning torches and breathing fire.
"Okay! Okay!" Fuchen unconsciously shouted along with the crowd.
Ah Wu's eyes were soft.
The final moments are just as simple as this.
The two walked from the street to the end of the street, watched the lanterns, guessed word puzzles, and rowed a boat on the quiet and dim river with floating lanterns to see the gorgeous lights and prosperous street scene.
Walking quietly through the bustling street market.
There was a lively voice and a hint of reluctance in the joyful mood. Ah Wu listened to the chirping on his shoulder and played along with all the games.
Watching the movement in silence, and also being deep in the excitement, until the little man on the shoulder fell asleep unconsciously and shrank into the grass.
I still smell of wine.
A gentleman has no dumb smile, he ranks first in the drinking competition.
The prize was ten bottles of wine, and I finished it.
Late at night, Junziwu walked on the crisp bluestone, listening to his own footsteps.
There are only one or two vendors on the street selling liqueur lees, and pedestrians can't see one or two.
Jun Ziwu bought himself wine grains for a night, walked slowly with a low-quality blue and white bowl, took a sip from time to time, and poured two drops on the grass on his body.
He never thought that at this stage, there would still be something he couldn't protect.
He thought that as long as he wanted to, there was nothing that could stop him. But it wasn't possible yet. It wasn't possible yet.
"Boom, boom."
"Boom, boom."
The sound of banging clappers and copper was heard.
One update.
Jun Ziwu walked into the palace and put grass on the quilt.
The bed is covered with quilts, and there are no corners or gaps.
The dust rolls around while sleeping, always kicking off the quilt, and getting stuck in the seams of the bed for no apparent reason, and then there is no bed to sleep on.
After they settled down, they went to wash themselves. When they were about to blow out the lamp, they felt uneasy and went into another courtyard again to see if there was any dust stuck in the cracks.
As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned. I walked to the window and looked at the girl floating in the air, emitting light. She was surrounded by green vines and protected by brocade clothes.
Grow up.
This is all he can do.
All that's left is to look at Fuchen's own opportunities.
Junzi Wu stretched out his hand, patted the girl's smooth forehead, and blessed her, "I want to be an adult."
The final step of solidification depends entirely on whether you can realize your true identity.
Junzi Wu put a quilt on the girl and left quietly.
June sixteenth.
When Fuchen wakes up, he habitually jumps to find Ah Wu.
The sun has risen.
Ah Wu did not review the excerpts today, but looked at the bamboo with his hands behind his hands.
Fuchen jumped onto his shoulder, "Ah Wu, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing happened, it's just that the time has come to say goodbye." Zi Wu said lightly.
"Separate?" Fuchen didn't understand.
"Fuchen," Zi Wu tilted his head and said seriously, "I can't protect you, but when you come next time, be sure to play for as long as you like. This is wine cake, you can take it with you to eat on the road."
Fuchen went out in a daze, dragging a small cloth bag in his hand. The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved.
Was she kicked out?
There was no one to see him off.
She was the only one walking slowly on the stone street, unable to see the way ahead.
On the stone road, a cry of "wuwu" sounded.
Fuchen opened the door alone. Outside, the monk was waiting.
When he saw an acquaintance, Fuchen's uncontrollable emotions burst out, he shouted "monk" and burst into tears.
The monk patted the grass gently and waited quietly.
Fuchen stopped crying. He glanced at the plaque "Honored Prince's Mansion" and knew in his heart: she would be his burden.
"Monk, let's go." Fuchen said. There were no more drops of water on the stems and leaves.
"Let's go."
The two set out on the road and left the imperial city.
On the city wall, the emperor's ministers saw him off.
If Fuchen didn't look back, she knew he wouldn't be there.
The first friend in life experienced separation like this.
Fuchen feels that he has grown up a little, and he understands that life is not easy, and he can be happy when he is happy, and there is no sadness when he is separated.
Enjoy life, enjoy the present.
"Monk, where are we going?" Fuchen asked, quickly regaining his liveliness.
"Donor, let's go find the dragon vein." the monk said.
"have."
"Then I'll go."
Ziwu looked at the medicine bucket and said, "Try the medicine for ten days. I promise to hold a grand lantern party for you on the fifteenth day of this month."
Fuchen hesitated and looked at the medicine bucket struggling.
"Okay, I'll try the medicine with you. Is that okay?"
"Deal." Fuchen agreed happily.
There are two barrels in the main room.
In one bucket is Junzi Wu. He is sitting in the bucket with his clothes on. He picks up the book in his hand and reads it. After reading it, he throws it to the steward. He reads it and the steward writes it.
One bucket is made of floating grass, and there is a wine spoon floating on the water. I drink while soaking it, and then lick two black beads.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and take a bath?" Fuchen asked.
Zi Wu didn't even look up, "Aren't you wearing clothes for bathing too?"
"My color is natural, it's like running naked."
"I am shy and must wear clothes."
The two of them held back their bath at home for ten days. On the night of the 15th, Fuchen finally didn't have to take a bath anymore. He jumped up and down holding his own black beads, feeling excited.
"Are you okay?" Fuchen shouted.
The gentleman in the back room didn't respond, "Okay, okay. I'm here." He straightened up his clothes, wearing a silver brocade dress with light green trimmings and decorations. He also picked a light green hairband. He walked out and asked Fuchen, "How are you doing?"
You deserve it."
"Uh hehe hehe," Fuchen hugged Heizhu and rolled on the table with laughter, "You are not a fool, so what does it have to do with whether you are worthy of me or not?"
"Okay, don't laugh. I've never been out on the streets. There's nothing wrong with being more dignified and decent." Zi ignored his sleeves and stretched out his hand towards Fuchen.
Fuchen ran up to his shoulder holding the beads.
The night had just turned dark, and candles were already lit on the streets.
The gray night, the shouting crowd, the red lanterns, and the sound of feet tapping on the bluestone.
The grass sits on the human body, with two leaves holding the black beads. Occasionally, it swallows it and spits it out immediately.
The man walking with the grass, dressed in green leaves, pointed at a new gadget on the street and asked the grass for his opinion.
Fuchen's hands moved subconsciously, stuffing the leaves into his mouth and waiting to spit them out.
The wait was longer this time.
Hmm...I haven't vomited yet.
"Fuchen, do you want that little golden dragon candy man?" Jun Ziwu asked again.
"I want it, I want it." Fuchen confirmed immediately and ignored the black beads. He hugged the little golden dragon and kept licking it.
Licking from bottom to top, all the way to the bottom.
tasty.
The grass on the shoulders unconsciously condensed into a white mist.
"Over there, there are so many people there," Fuchen muttered, "There must be something good to see. Let's go and see it too."
"good."
Jun Ziwu took Fuchen to a nearby building and asked for a private room on the second floor. When he went upstairs, he saw surprised looks around him. He looked around him. There was a small shadow on the grass sitting on his shoulder, which looked like a little girl.
, holding the little golden dragon and licking it carefully.
Transformed.
Soon, soon.
All that's left is the final solidification.
A gentleman does not block Fuchen's sight with his hands, nor does he disturb Fuchen.
Outside the window on the second floor, several people were spinning torches and breathing fire.
"Okay! Okay!" Fuchen unconsciously shouted along with the crowd.
A gentleman never smiles.
It would be better to keep the final moments simple.
The two walked from the street to the end of the street, watched the lanterns, guessed word puzzles, and rowed a boat on the quiet and dim river with floating lanterns to see the gorgeous lights and prosperous street scene.
Watching the movement in silence, and also being deep in the excitement, until the little man on the shoulder fell asleep unconsciously and shrank into the grass.
I still smell of wine.
A gentleman has no dumb smile, he ranks first in the drinking competition.
The prize was ten bottles of wine, and I finished it.
Late at night, Junziwu walked on the crisp bluestone, listening to his own footsteps.
There are only one or two vendors on the street selling liqueur lees, and pedestrians can't see one or two.
Jun Ziwu bought himself wine grains for a night, walked slowly with a low-quality blue and white bowl, took a sip from time to time, and poured two drops on the grass on his body.
He never thought that at this stage, there would still be something he couldn't protect.
"Boom, boom."
"Boom, boom."
The sound of banging clappers and copper was heard.
One update.
Jun Ziwu walked into the palace and put grass on the quilt.
The bed is full of quilts, with no corners or gaps.
The dust rolls around while sleeping, always kicking off the quilt, and getting stuck in the seams of the bed for no apparent reason, and then there is no bed to sleep on.
After they settled down, they went to wash themselves. When they were about to blow out the lamp, they felt uneasy and went into another courtyard again to see if there was any dust stuck in the cracks.
As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned. I walked to the window and looked at the girl on the bed floating in the air, emitting light. She was surrounded by green vines and protected by brocade clothes.
Grow up.
A gentleman never understands that the real parting has come.
This is all he can do.
All that's left is to look at Fuchen's own opportunities.
Jun Ziwu walked into the room and looked at Fu Chen with reluctance in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, patted the girl's smooth forehead, and blessed her, "You're going to be an adult."
The final step of solidification depends entirely on whether you can realize your true identity.
Junzi Wu put a quilt on the girl and left quietly.
September sixteenth.
When Fuchen wakes up, he habitually jumps to find Ah Wu.
The sun has risen.
Ah Wu did not review the excerpts today, but looked at the bamboo with his hands behind his hands. His mood seemed different.
Fuchen jumped onto his shoulder and asked concernedly, "Awu, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing happened, it's just that the time has come to say goodbye." Zi Wu said lightly.
"Separate?" Fuchen didn't understand.
"Fuchen," Zi Wu tilted his head and said seriously, "I can't protect you, but when you come next time, be sure to play for as long as you like. This is wine cake, you can take it with you to eat on the road."
