Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 33 Agreed Answers

Su Rao kowtowed three times respectfully, and stood up against the mountain wind, her rolled up sleeves brushed away the mist in the morning, she stood with her hands behind her back, and when she raised her eyes, she could see the faint outline of the green hills in the distance.

The peaks and ridges are scattered, interspersed with each other to reveal the sparse human settlements scattered on the mountain depressions like chess pieces. The smoke rises against the morning sun.

Such a beautiful view will be hard to see in the future.

After thinking about it, she withdrew her gaze, looked at the lonely grave for the last time, and turned around quickly. The movement was so swift and sharp that the wind on her sleeves even stirred up grass clippings all over the ground, floating on the road behind her lingeringly and gently, as if Farewell seems to be a retention.

Su Rao never looked back.

Shili Pavilion is located in the shade of the barren hills, without the light of dawn, it is still dark and cold, and the dew condenses on the rotten wood railings that have been in disrepair for a long time, leaving a frosty white.

In the middle of the pavilion, tea is being boiled on a charcoal stove. The steam is steaming, and the boiling water covers the purple clay pot with a "clang clang clang" sound. The clouds and mist are half-covered, and no emotion can be seen.

"My lord, this tea has been boiled and there is no one there. I'm afraid I will be released as a pigeon?"

Zhu Yan leaned against the pillar with his sword in his arms, grinding the gravel with his toes in boredom, seeing that no one paid attention to him, he couldn't help sighing, "Hey, I thought I would have many beauties to accompany me on this journey, Looking at it now, it’s really a joy for nothing.”

"Young Master invites Miss Su to accompany you for a serious business."

On a carriage outside the pavilion, Qi Chi leaned on the door and closed his eyes to rest his mind, and said indifferently: "Otherwise, do you think the young master will bring a woman by his side?"

"Yes, yes, our young master eats vegetarian food and recites the Buddha's name. He cultivates the ruthless way. He was born without such things as emotions and desires. How can he be moved by female sex? Only ordinary people like me fall in love with the world of mortals, and we can't bear the temptation of this appearance..."

The bamboo feast chick nodded in agreement, and said nonsense, "Whenever the young master sees through the world of mortals and escapes into Buddhism, you and I can only shave or become monks, and then go to the Buddha to do our duty faithfully."

"Bamboo Banquet!"

Qi Chi opened his eyes suddenly, and shot at him like a cold knife, "What nonsense are you talking about with your mouth full, can you say the word "monk monk" casually?"

It is commonplace for him to be angry with bamboo feasts, so he dismissed a strand of hair hanging from his temples disapprovingly, glanced at his normal-looking elder son from the corner of his eye, and teased: "It is said that the son of the Buddha was reincarnated in the north and the south. The lotus was born, and the treasure was solemn, and many people even painted small statues at home to enshrine, sticking incense three times a day, and even saved money on the temple's sesame oil."

The corner of Xichi's mouth couldn't help twitching, "Is it really so absurd?"

"Otherwise what do you think?"

Zhu Yan smiled coldly, "The ladies in our mansion stopped going to the temple to burn incense a few years ago, probably because they thought of this when they saw the golden body of the Buddha statue, and panicked from the bottom of their hearts."

Then turn around and start to make arrangements, enjoy flowers in the mansion today, fight poems tomorrow, and drink tea the next day...

The aristocratic daughters of the capital were like leeks one crop after another, as if they were going to grow in the palace, forcing the eldest son to have no choice but to find an opportunity to hand over the booklet directly and ask himself to go out of Beijing for refuge.

It has to be said that Zhu Yan's words successfully alarmed the eldest son of the 'Bao Xiangzhuang'.

"You like to chat so much, why don't I call Yaohuan back and chat with you enough?"

Yan Yun's expression was dull, his ink-stained eyebrows were raised slightly, and even his autumn-like eyes were soaked in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.

Hearing the word 'Yao Huan', Zhu Yan suddenly shivered, rubbed the goose bumps on his arms with aversion to the cold, and bowed knowingly: "I know my mistake, I beg you to show your respect."

Seeing this, Xichi sneered, calling you a cheapskate, you deserve it!

"Let's get down to business, my lord, what if Miss Su doesn't come? Are we just waiting here?"

Zhu Yan hurriedly changed the subject, and didn't dare to entangle him too much. Obviously, the name Yaohuan was very intimidating to him.

Yan Yun brushed the folds of his robe, and said softly, "She will come."

"What if?"

Knowing martial arts and daring to kill are two different things. The road they are going to take is full of thorns. There are many open and dark arrows, conspiracy and tricks, and it is almost impossible to guard against. Does she really have that kind of courage?

Bamboo Banquet is deeply suspicious of this.

"In case she gives up..."

Yan Yun's indifferent tone contained a hint of turmoil, "Gu Cheng will send someone to send her to Beijing, and she will spend this life safely and smoothly under the protection of Xie's family."

The strong wind and rain in the court hall, the waves were so violent that they couldn't blow into the high-walled courtyard with the closed gate.

The Xie family will protect her and raise this flower well.

Xichi was not very emotional, for him, people only divided into useful and useless, there was no difference between men and women, while Zhu Yan was looking forward to Su Rao's arrival, after all, there were three people present, except him, one of whom was silent and regretful. Words are like gold, another...

Forget it, don't mention it!
Time passed quietly, the tea in the purple sand pot gradually dried up from boiling, and the charcoal fire gradually cooled down. A ray of sunlight crossed the hill and saw the Chinese tallow tree burning red.

As the morning chill gradually dissipated, a figure slowly appeared at the end of the mountain path.

"coming!"

Zhu Yan always kept an eye on that side, and was the first to see it, and quickly greeted him with a smiling face. Sitting upright, Yan Yun gently placed the tea bowl on the plate, and made a crisp sound. He rolled up his sleeves and got up, and ordered: " Take it all."

"Yes!"

Xichi jumped off the shaft of the carriage, skillfully put away the tea sets and others one by one, and put them back into the dark box under the carriage.

"Su girl!"

Before Su Rao reached the pavilion, she saw Zhu Yan coming up to her with a smile, as if she saw something rare, and walked around her twice, took the package over, and weighed it in her hand, "You Just bring something like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he asked himself and answered: "But it is enough. If there is something missing on the road, just go buy it."

After speaking, he took the package to the carriage.

Su Rao saw the figure standing silently in front of the pavilion, stepped forward slowly, and said hello, "Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time."

"The appointed time has not passed, just come."

They tacitly avoided the previous question. Her coming was the best answer. After a simple two-sentence conversation, the atmosphere cooled down.

Since he was a child, Yan Shizi was rich and precious, and others had always racked his brains to talk to him. In addition, he was cold-tempered and used to being alone. He didn't think there was any problem right now, so he pursed his thin lips slightly and remained silent.

During this period of time, Su Rao was exhausted, and naturally she was not in the mood to talk.

Then the two stood opposite each other, silent for a while.

Zhu Yan leaned against the carriage, lightly poked Qi Chi's elbow, and sighed bitterly: "Why do you think these two people don't say a word like boring gourds, and the young master's face is so cold that he doesn't know?" Smile, those who don’t know think he has found a subordinate!”

Qi Chi sneered, solving cases and inquiring about prisons, inspecting the southern border, she was doing the errands that were originally left for Master Su, but she was just a hired subordinate!
Thinking this way in his heart, he did not forget to remind him: "I warn you, you'd better not move those crooked thoughts, don't meddle in your son's affairs!"

"I know, I know!"

Zhu Yan waved his hand nonchalantly, as to whether he remembered it in his heart, that is another matter...

(End of this chapter)