Volume 1: Red Moon Rising Chapter 41: Reasonable Requirements
Yang Yu cried out pitifully: "Lord Buddha is merciful, I will definitely change my ways and never give away anyone to the God Emperor again..."
Fa Yuan cut his neck with a palm, and there was a soft "click" sound. Yang Yu fell to the ground with his head on his head. His hands and feet were twitching in a strange posture, and feces and urine flowed out of his pants. If you let this beast go,
Even the compassionate Buddha will not forgive the Dharma fate.
Fayuan did not kill Yang Yu, but cut off his neck with this palm. From then on, even if he was rescued, he would still be a real idiot and could only live in bed.
Fa Yuan looked at the other people on the ground and pronounced a Buddha's name: "Although you are not the chief culprit, you are the accomplices. The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. I will first collect some of the debts from you for the more than twenty wronged souls."
In a flash, everyone had their arms and legs broken.
Except for not finding out the whereabouts of the God Emperor, the bad guys basically received the punishment they deserved. Fayuan thought about it, and when he returned to Chuyang City, he wrote to the emperor to punish Yang Qingsong, the lord of Fancheng City, and to track down the liar God Emperor.
He finally defined the God-Emperor as a folk liar. A guy who pretends to be a god and a ghost will probably not make any waves.
He took Zhao Xiangyi out of the courtyard and placed a pair of shoes in front of her feet.
Zhao Xiangyi kicked off her shoes and said in a mosquito-like voice: "I don't want to wear those stinky men's shoes."
Fayuan returned to the yard and came out soon, holding several large pieces of rags in his hands. He squatted in front of Zhao Xiangyi, preparing to wrap the strips of cloth around her feet.
Zhao Xiangyi took two steps back and retracted her feet. Fa Yuan looked at her in confusion. She blushed and said, "I don't want to use the strips of cloth torn off those stinky men."
It was already early in the morning. Fayuan looked around and chuckled helplessly: "Where can I find a sweet man at this time? Miss Zhao doesn't want me to be a thief in the middle of the night and steal a pair of shoes for you, right?"
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Zhao Xiangyi whispered: "You, can you carry me back?"
This request was not too much. Fayuan had already carried her and hugged her once. But this time the situation was different, the atmosphere was a bit charming. Fayuan thought about it and finally squatted down in front of her. Zhao Xiangyi was like a little bird, fluttering
On the back of Fayuan.
Fayuan jumped up to the roof, launched his Qinggong and swept towards the north of the city. Zhao Xiangyi pressed her face against Fayuan's back and took several deep breaths on his neck. However, she felt a little regretful in her heart because this layer of black clothes blocked his scent.
, blocking his hard and elastic muscles.
Dharma Yuan's body shape is like electricity, in the room
Suddenly, Zhao Xiangyi let out an exclamation and let go of her hands, leaning back. Her hands that were clinging to Fa Yuan's neck had lost strength after a long time, and finally couldn't help but let go.
It's hard for her, a delicate young lady, to stay dry for several hours. She has been tortured by fright, death, and betrayal, and endured such great setbacks. The fact that she was still able to climb for such a long time is the result of her hard work and perseverance.
Fa Yuan reacted very quickly and hugged Zhao Xiangyi in his arms in one movement. He looked around nervously, and Zhao Xiangyi said embarrassedly: "My hands are numb and I can't support myself anymore."
Fayuan raised his hands and carried Zhao Xiangyi forward. This kind of hugging method is euphemistically called a princess hug. Zhao Xiangyi is the daughter of a prince and a real princess. Being held by him like this is worthy of the name.
Staring at Fa Yuan's handsome face, Zhao Xiangyi felt as if a deer had entered her heart. In a moment of forgetfulness, she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Fa Yuan's neck.
Fayuan traveled very fast, and under the guidance of Zhao Xiangyi, she quickly arrived at Yin Shifu. Her uncle was the Yin of Fancheng, and his status was second only to Yang Qingsong. Fayuan did not go through the main entrance, but directly crossed the high wall and sent Zhao Xiangyi to her residence.
upstairs.
Two pretty maids in the attic were sitting in front of the lamp, holding their chins in their hands, looking worried, obviously worried.
Fayuan put down Zhao Xiangyi and said to Heshi: "Goodbye, poor monk," and disappeared in a flash.
Zhao Xiangyi originally wanted to invite Fa Yuan in for a cup of tea and rest for a while before leaving. Before she could say anything, Fa Yuan disappeared. She stared blankly at the direction where Fa Yuan disappeared, with mixed feelings in her heart and couldn't help but cry.
Speak up.
When the two little maids heard her crying, they rushed out of the attic and saw Zhao Xiangyi standing on the balcony. They screamed: "Oh my God! The lady is back."
A maid walked around Zhao Xiangyi, looking at her and asking: "Miss, are you okay? Why did you suddenly appear on the balcony?"
Another maid rushed downstairs quickly, shouting as she ran: "Madam, the lady is back."
Zhao Xiangyi looked far into the distance. Under the bright moonlight, she could no longer see the figure of that person. She was so annoying, wasn't it worth him staying for a moment longer?
The little maid said: "Miss, what's wrong with you? You haven't come back so late, and there is no news. The master and his wife are so anxious that they sent many people out to look for you."
Zhao Xiangyi ignored her, slowly walked into the bedroom, and threw herself on the bed. At this time, her body and mind were completely relaxed, boundless fatigue came over her, and she fainted.
He fell into a deep sleep.
People were coming and going in Yin Shi's house. Zhao Qiongying rushed upstairs in a few steps and asked urgently: "Where is the lady?"
The maid pointed to the inner room and said, "Miss is in a bad mood and crying."
Zhao Qiongying pushed open the door like a gust of wind, and saw Zhao Xiangyi crawling on the bed. She screamed and pushed, and finally woke up Zhao Xiangyi, but before asking, Zhao Xiangyi called her sister-in-law sadly and threw herself into her arms.
The more she cried, the sadder she became, and her voice became louder and louder. Zhao Qiongying gradually felt uncertain, wondering what kind of injustice Zhao Xiangyi had suffered outside. She nervously patted Zhao Xiangyi on the back and said: "Yier, what's going on? What are you doing to my sister-in-law?
"My sister-in-law will make the decision for you." But she found that Zhao Xiangyi was wearing monk's robes.
Zhao Xiangyi had vented enough, and her eyes were already red and swollen. She shed more tears that night than she had in eighteen years combined.
She choked and said: "Aunt, that Yang Yu is not a human, he is a beast..."
Before Zhao Qiongying finished listening, she called the maid and said: "Go and call the master quickly. Yi'er is being bullied outside. Later we will question Yang Qingsong about the good son he raised."
When she saw Xiangyi come back, her heart dropped, and she thought she had a conflict with Yang Yu. Even if Xiangyi was bullied by Yang Yu, their wedding would be in a month anyway, and it was normal for young people to be unable to control themselves.
Only her legs were bare and she was wearing a monk's robe, which was hard to explain.
Zhao Xiangyi had cried enough, so she recounted what happened that night. Zhao Qiongying's face gradually turned pale, and she said fearfully: "Yang Qingsonghe has always been on good terms with your uncle. His son Yang Yu grew up under our eyes. I thought I would give you a choice.
I found a perfect husband. I didn’t expect that I knew the person but not the heart. We almost hurt you.” After saying this, she started crying with Zhao Xiangyi.
The two cried for a while. The maid came to report that the master was here.
Zhao Qiongying said: "Yi'er, your late father made an unintentional mistake. Don't bear any grudge against him. He didn't know that Yang Yu was worse than a beast. You didn't come back at night, but he was very anxious."
Zhao Xiangyi said softly: "Sister-in-law, I'm tired and want to take a rest."
Zhao Qiongying sighed, walked out of the attic and stopped her husband who was rushing over. The two murmured for a while, and her husband left quickly. Zhao Qiongying quietly went up to the attic again. The two little maids were about to salute when she spoke
He made a silent gesture.
In the bedroom, Zhao Xiangyi did not sleep. Instead, she stood in front of the window, looking at the night sky in trance.