"Unexpectedly, someone actually solved one of my three corpses? Okay, great!" He also felt that his body was quickly becoming younger, about ten years younger in an instant. The Taoist immediately raised the hand with blood stains and looked at it.
Take a look.
Sure enough, of the three blood stains on his hand, only two were left.
The removal of one of the three corpses is something that I have not solved for all these years. Who is so "kind" that he can accomplish this?
The Taoist thought for a long time and then laughed dumbly: "Send someone to check immediately. I want to thank you very much!"
"Yes, thank you Master!" The Taoist boy saw that the sky was getting brighter. Since the Master had given such instructions, he must have done it immediately, so he left in response.
Although the Taoist boy does not have the ability to attack a real person, he has a talent for escaping and delivering messages.
Obviously, due to some reasons, Zhenren Xie did not want to contact the person himself, so Tao Tong played the role of an intermediary.
Beijing·Qingyuan Temple·Jushiyuan
In the early morning, Ye Buhui was packing things alone in a small courtyard with only one person. The candlelight was swaying and the charcoal brazier was burning, which dispelled the severe cold. However, no matter how warm the room was, Ye Buhui still felt empty in his heart.
She looked at the snow outside the window and sighed for a long time.
This time, not only was Su Ziji not by her side, but the little fox who also accompanied her through difficult days also left.
The departure of one person and one fox made Ye Buhui realize that he was actually such a person who was afraid of being alone.
In fact, although they were childhood sweethearts, she only had a vague fondness for him. Some time before his father passed away, she was still angry with him for not fighting, and felt that he was in a hurry to do everything.
Since when did the relationship between the two change?
Is it since his father died?
She actually couldn't tell the specific day it started, but it had changed.
When her father passed away, she only had Su Ziji and Little Fox by her side. Dependence and affection gradually became mixed together, and she couldn't tell what kind of emotion she had towards Su Ziji.
It will be so inseparable.
She took out a hanging scroll and slowly unfolded it. Inside was a woman with picturesque features. She looked at it and saw that it was her father's relic, but he had never shown it to her.
"Dad, is this mother or your confidante?"
"Dad, if you are alive in heaven, please bless Su Ziji and Xiaobai for their safe return."
Like every day, when I am alone, I will secretly say a few words to my late father in my heart. Knowing that my father is no longer here and can no longer be heard, the sadness that is so intense that it is painful is slowly fading away, and I also know that figure.
A fat man will no longer cough up blood and still think about her... But, talking about her like this every day, it is as if dad is not far away and is really looking at her.
"Dad, when dawn comes, your daughter will sign up for the chess master competition. You have always hoped that your daughter can go far on the chess track and become a chess master. Your daughter will not let you down."
After muttering a few words to himself like this, Ye Buhui became a little sleepy. Seeing that it was still early, he curled up on the couch and fell asleep again.
Fangfu
"What time is it now?" Fang Zhen had something on his mind and suddenly woke up. He looked outside and found that it was still dark, so he asked directly.
The boy who was staying outside immediately replied: "Little Marquis, it should be Mao hour now."
In the early dynasty of the Wei Dynasty, Wei Shizu declared that going to court at the Yinmao hour was meaningless and was just a toss-up. He stipulated that the palace gate would be opened on time as soon as the hour came, and all officials would enter in order, cross the Jinshui Bridge and form a team in the square, and formally go to court a moment later.
Of course, officials have to get up early and travel across the entire capital. Therefore, officials have to get up and set out at Mao hour. There is one morning for three days and one morning for five days. Officials of the fifth rank and above in the capital must get up early at least once every three days.
But compared to before, they were actually much happier, went to bed earlier, and were not intolerable.
When we arrived in Dazheng, this tradition was continued, and it was also at this time.
But today was not the day to go to court, so Fang Zhen didn't have to get up so early. The young man thought of the young marquis's instructions yesterday and immediately guessed why Fang Zhen woke up.
"Little Marquis, are you worried about Su Ye's affairs?"
Fang Zhen said "hmm", stood up, and said calmly: "Su Juren entrusted his family to me, of course I have to take it seriously... Today is the day when she goes to register for the chess tournament. She originally just went to the chess hall in the city.
Nothing should go wrong, but I suddenly had a nightmare..."
Although the nightmare has nothing to do with Su Ye or even Su Ziji, having a nightmare on this day and being awakened makes me feel awkward no matter how I think about it.
Is something going to happen?
Fang Zhen had always been cautious, so he was naturally worried that something might happen to Su Ziji's wife.
However, it is too simple to protect a woman and child in the city. If something really happened, even if he would not be punished for it, it would not matter in the eyes of Su Ziji or the person on the dragon throne.
, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to get rid of the impression of being an incompetent waste.
This was not the result that Fang Zhen wanted to see. Thinking of this, he ordered: "Send my guards from the Hou Mansion!"
After a pause, he added, "Just don't wear armor."
Wearing armor is too ostentatious. Although according to the Dazheng system, the guards of the Marquis Mansion have the right to wear armor.
"Please, please"
It was just dawn, and the ox cart Ye Buhui was riding in had already left Qingyuan Temple.
Driving in front, followed by four tough men on both sides, armed with knives and scanning the surroundings with eerie and vigilant eyes, they were sent by Fang Mansion to protect her and accompany her to the chess hall.
Ye Buhui opened the corner of the car curtain and looked outside. He saw some pedestrians on the road, not many. He knew that his husband had asked Mr. Fang Xiaohou for such protection before leaving, so he did not refuse.
At this time, an ox cart occasionally passed by, but everyone avoided the guarded ox cart.
There was only an oxcart pulled by two white oxen. As it passed by, the people sitting in the car actually opened the curtains and looked outside. Just as they met Ye Buhui's eyes, both of them were startled.
"Mr. Du?"
"Ye Buhui?"
This old friend, who was more of a master than a disciple, met by chance on the road. In order not to cause trouble to others and hinder traffic, they only said hello and got off the ox cart at the chess hall before talking.
"Mr. Du, long time no see, where have you been? When I arrived in the capital, I went to the address you left to look for you, but the guy there said that I haven't heard from you for a while." Ye Buhui got off the bus.
Car, I asked.
Although Du Chenglin has several houses in the capital, he does not always live in one place because of his romantic personality. Sometimes he lives in some elegant gardens.
The only place where he could be contacted was a shop belonging to Du Chenglin's property.
"Are you sick? You look so thin." Ye Buhui looked at Du Chenglin and asked.
Du Chenglin was originally wearing a cotton cloak. He untied it after entering the chess hall and handed it to the servant.
He was only wearing a green shirt underneath, and he looked even more emaciated.
Although Ye Buhui could not accept him as his teacher due to his father's instructions, Ye Buhui did have respect for Du Chenglin. At this time, seeing Du Chenglin looking like he was recovering from a serious illness, he couldn't help but become worried.
Du Chenglin coughed twice, with a smile on his face, and reassured the girl: "I was just infected with the cold some time ago, and I have recovered now."