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Chapter 831 Compassionate All Beings Buddha (3)

With big red eyes, Xiaoyuan nodded heavily, almost begging: "Xiaoyuan will be obedient here, big brother, you must find my father, okay?"

Jing Shijialan looked at Xiaoyuan, and felt that she was so sensible that it made people feel distressed. He patted Xiaoyuan's head lightly, and said gently:

"Even if you are not obedient, brother will find your father.

You can rest assured here, play happily, live happily, and sometimes you can be a little bit petty, but you must have kind thoughts and gratitude in your heart.

For the rest, don't think about anything, don't care about anything, don't have any pressure and burden.

Then, one day when you were having fun, my brother brought your dad here, okay? "

Xiaoyuan nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes, Jing Shijialan patted Xiaoyuan's head again, and handed the little hand holding her to Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang bowed and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, this maid will definitely take good care of this child."

Jing Shijialan nodded, "Of course I believe it. It's just that you have more and more children here. Are there enough people?"

"If you go back to the Lord, that's enough!" Aunt Wang smiled and said, "There are more than a dozen children here, and you divided them into five people to take care of them. Usually, Lord Hebo, Lord Yueyu, Lord Flower God, Lord Frost God, and Lord Snow God Adults will also come to see it when they have time, and play with the children, there are enough people.”

As she said that, Aunt Wang smiled more warmly, "I just don't know when Empress Zhun will come. The children have heard the news of your wedding from somewhere, and they are always clamoring, saying they want to see Empress Zhun."

At that moment, Wanyan felt that she must be blind.

She actually smiled when she saw Jing Shijialan.

"After we get married, she will come."

Aunt Wang said comfortingly: "Your Majesty will be very happy to see that child."

"...?"

Wanyan in the corner was confused, what kind of child?
Wanyan's ears perked up, waiting for Jing Shijialan's next words, but Jing Shijialan didn't say anything, just said:
"I'll go see him."

After saying that, Aunt Wang led Jing Shijialan into the house.

Wanyan hastily tiptoed around and changed the base of the wall.

In the room, on a wooden crib, Jing Shijialan stood by the bed, looked at the infant child softly, and reached out to gently stroke the child's little face.

Jing Shijialan's gentle gaze made Wanyan's scalp tingle, feeling extremely strange in her heart.

Is this also the recovered child?Why does it feel that the hypocrite treats him so differently?

Wanyan stepped on her feet to look, and saw a little boy about half a year old on the bed.

Wanyan looked at it for a long time, but she didn't see any information. She just felt that the baby in her infancy had a face, so she had to give up.

When Jing Shijialan left, the sky was already bright, and almost all the children in the courtyard woke up. They ran out one after another, surrounded Jing Shijialan, and chatted with him.

Wanyan looked at the group of children, the older ones were in their teens, and the younger ones couldn't even speak.

They are all called Jingshijialan—Big Brother Kitazawa.

Kitazawa...

Wanyan mumbled several times in her mouth, feeling that the name was both familiar and unfamiliar.

On the third night, Jing Shijialan left the temple again late at night.

This time, Wanyan was a little too lazy to follow her out.

He doesn't go out every night, does he...

Wanyan lay on the bed, watched Jing Shijialan leave through the gauze curtain, dragged a long shadow, hesitated for a while, got up from the bed, and followed.

What if he is not going to provide disaster relief today, but to engage in conspiracy...

This time, Jing Shijialan went to Shuzhou.

The flood in the Lingjiang River in Shuzhou came out only during the day, and Jing Shijialan came at night.

Really dedicated...

Wanyan lay on the branch of a tree, looking down at Jing Shijialan who was suffering from flood, thinking lazily.

Jing Shijialan quickly calmed the flood, and no suspicious person appeared.

Hey...it came out in vain again tonight...

Wanyan was a little disappointed, and was about to wait for Jing Shijialan to leave, so she went back herself.

However, Jing Shijialan stood by the river for a long time without moving.

"..."

Do you want to go or not...

Wanyan became impatient to stay in the tree, thinking in her heart that if she sneaked away, there was a chance of being discovered.

At this time, Jing Shijialan suddenly said loudly:

"Aren't you coming down yet?"

"!!!"

Wanyan was taken aback, and quickly looked left and right, not to mention people, not even a dog.

This forced Wanyan to accept the reality that Jing Shijialan was talking to her.

At this time, Wanyan knew that it was useless for her to pretend, so she could only jump down the tree, releasing her sealed breath, and reluctantly walked behind Jing Shijialan.

Jing Shijialan turned his head, glanced at Wanyan lightly, and said coldly:
"You have been following me for three days, but you are quite patient."

It turned out that he knew it from the beginning.

Wanyan was not angry, but just shrugged and said indifferently:

"Whatever you say, I am inferior to others."

"You are quite right."

Jing Shijialan said coldly, turned around after finishing speaking, looked at the galloping Lingjiang River, and stopped looking at Wanyan.

Wanyan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking:
"Why didn't you expose me earlier and wait for me to follow you for the third time?"

A brief silence.

"Because, I want to see Lingjiang with you again."

Xuan Wanyan, the owner of Northwest No Man's Land, who is scheming and has a purpose in every move, almost makes me forget what Yan'er, a bright and warm-hearted peasant girl, looks like.

Jing Shijialan's voice was very soft, almost completely submerged in the sound of Lingjiang's waves.

Wanyan didn't hear clearly, she took a step forward, "What did you say?"

Jing Shijialan glanced at her sideways, then turned his head away again.

"It's nothing."

"Tch..." Wanyan dissatisfied: "Speak if you can, don't say if you can't, if you say it and don't let others hear it, it's really contrived."

Jing Shijialan turned around and glared at Wanyan, then turned her head away again without saying anything.

Just like this, the two remained silent facing the galloping Lingjiang River.

Wanyan was really bored and was about to leave when Jing Shijialan suddenly asked:
"Looking at Lingjiang, do you think of anything?"

Wanyan frowned, and asked impatiently, "What do you think of?"

Yeah, remember something.

For example, we lived in Jiangling Village on this mountain for two weeks. We picked peaches together, went to the market, sheltered from the rain under a quilt in a collapsed house, and...were married.

Jing Shijialan turned his head to look at Wanyan, tightly hiding the look of expectation in his eyes.

Wanyan thought about it for a while, and her dark color sank.

Yes, this is Lingjiang.

Sheng Lang fell off the cliff here, and together with the setting sun, it makes one glance at the thousand-year-old, extremely beautiful loneliness.

The expectation in Jing Shijialan's eyes dimmed a little.

He knew Wanyan remembered.

It's just that it wasn't the memories with him that came to mind.

Jing Shijialan turned his head away, and when he spoke again, his voice was much cooler.

(End of this chapter)