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Mei Niang was silent for a long time before asking: "Since that's the case, why did they hold back for so long?"

Chu Huan didn't answer immediately, but fell into deep thought. After a while, he said: "The fierce tiger will not go down the mountain easily. Once it goes down the mountain, it will eat people. The cunning fox will not act rashly. If it doesn't move, it will kill the enemy. They It’s not not moving, but waiting for the best opportunity...Of course, only they know what they really think.” Looking at Meiniang very seriously, “Meiniang, no matter what, Qingtian King, you can’t go back."

Mei Niang sighed quietly: "If I don't go back to Hebei, where can I go?"

Chu Huan said without hesitation, "Go to Shuoquan!"

"Shuoquan?" Meiniang stared at Chu Huan, smiled charmingly, and said, "So what can you do if you let me go to Shuoquan? Could it be... you want to support me?"

"I'll support you!" Chu Huan immediately said, "As long as I have a stutter, you will never die of hunger."

Meiniang was startled, staring at Chu Huan, and after a long time, she lowered her head and said: "I am the four seasons of the blue sky. As early as many years ago, the imperial court has been looking for Meiniang. Know……!"

Chu Huan shook his head and said: "You don't have to worry about these things, I will handle everything. You have no future when you go back to Hebei, and... one day you will be implicated by King Qingtian...!"

Mei Niang raised her head and said softly: "I'm not afraid of being implicated by him, I'm just afraid... that I won't see you!"

She got up suddenly, wrapped her arms around Chu Huan's neck, her body was trembling slightly, Chu Huan was taken aback for a moment, then wrapped her arms around Mei Niang's waist, and said softly, "Don't leave, you can see me all the time."

A day is neither short nor long, and when the sky darkened, lights were lit everywhere in the Gushui Temple, except for the rooms in the corner, which were completely dark, except for the occasional sound of the sick monk's heart-rending voice. Lung cracking cough.

Chu Huan wanted to find medicine for Meiniang, and the three of them hadn't eaten all the time, but they wanted to find something to eat in the temple.

He was like a ghost, wandering around the temple, although monks appeared from time to time, but he easily dodged it. It was not too difficult for Chu Huan to find the medicine storehouse of Gushui Temple.

The medicinal materials he was looking for did not need any rare medicinal materials, but only medicines to disinfect and heal skin wounds. He found the medicine storehouse and sneaked in quietly. The names of the medicinal materials were marked on the medicine cabinets in the medicine storehouse. He is not proficient, but he knows that those medicinal materials can heal flesh and blood wounds, so he wrapped some medicinal materials on his body, and then quietly left the medicine storehouse like a ghost.

He passed a yard now, smelled the smell of food coming from it, knew it must be the dining hall kitchen of Gushui Temple, turned in from the backyard, leaned to the window, but saw five or six monks in the kitchen There is a big table in the middle, and many dishes have been placed on it. A fat monk in gray clothes said loudly: "Every dish must be carefully prepared, but if there is even a slight mistake, it cannot be sent over. The host said, If the nobleman has the slightest dissatisfaction, the people in the dining hall will beat you with thirty sticks."

Chu Huan remembered that monk Zhiliang told the sick monk that a distinguished guest came to Gushui Temple today. He worshiped Buddha in the morning and listened to Zen in the afternoon.

It's just that I don't know which noble person came back to worship Buddha in this remote ancient water temple.

He knew that there would be no chance to go in for a while, so he thought he could only come back later, and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a soldier in armor entering the dining hall with a saber, he was slightly surprised , but saw that all the monks had stopped their work one after another, and were about to put their palms together to salute, the soldier waved his hands and said: "Keep busy, don't let go of your work, I'll pass on a message, don't prepare too many dishes, Pick up a few things that you are good at and make them carefully, if Madam is satisfied, you must donate more sesame oil money to your temple."

All the monks clasped together and sang in unison: "Amitabha, so good!"

Chu Huan frowned, thinking to himself that the person who came to worship the Buddha was a lady, and the soldier was obviously a guard. From this point of view, the person who came to worship the Buddha was naturally an official wife.

For officials' wives, praying to gods and worshiping Buddha is also a common thing, Chu Huan doesn't think it's unusual.

Thinking that there were too many people in the dining hall, it would be difficult to start for now, so he turned out from the backyard and was about to leave along a small path, when he saw a figure appearing not far in front, Chu Huan dodged and hid behind a big tree next to him , looking from behind the tree, his face suddenly changed color, and he saw a noble young man in brocade clothes coming from the path.

The man was 25 or [-] years old, handsome in appearance, rich in brocade clothes and jade belt, wearing a hat on his head, and a sword at his waist.

It's just that Chu Huan recognized this person at a glance, and suddenly he was Xiao Heng, the nephew of Xiao Huanzhang, the governor of Beishan Road.

Chu Huan never imagined that he would meet Xiao Heng in this remote Gushui Temple.

Xiao Heng walked briskly. Although he walked over alone, he had a faint smile on his face. He seemed to be in a good mood, and he didn't notice Chu Huan who was hiding behind a tree not far away.

Chu Huan frowned, watching Xiao Heng pass by, but saw Xiao Heng also walking towards the dining hall.

Seeing Xiao Heng entered the dining hall, Chu Huan was thoughtful, and did not follow, hid behind a tree and did not leave. Not long after, he saw Xiao Heng walking out with a lunch box. Chu Huan was very surprised. He thought to himself that as Xiao Heng, even if he wanted to eat something, he could just send someone over and take it away, so why come in person.

He was puzzled. Seeing that Xiao Heng was about to pass by the big tree, he saw Xiao Heng suddenly stopped and looked around. Chu Huan only thought that Xiao Heng had found him, and reached out to touch his waist. Only then did he realize that he hadn't brought his Blood Drinking Knife with him, so he immediately put his five fingers together like a knife, and waited for Xiao Heng, but when there was a change, he shot immediately.

But seeing Xiao Heng looking around, walking to the side lightly, and gently opening the lunch box, Chu Huan frowned, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in Xiao Heng's gourd.

I saw Xiao Heng looked around again, then sneakily took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, opened the bottle, and poured the powder inside into the food in the lunch box.

Chu Huan was taken aback, thinking to himself that this kid is poisoning, and who is he going to harm?

After Xiao Heng was ready, he put the lid on the lunch box again, carried the box, and continued walking along the trail. Chu Huan was curious about what this guy was up to, and immediately followed Xiao Heng like a ghost.

Chu Huan's martial arts are naturally not comparable to Xiao Heng's. Chu Huan followed behind, Xiao Heng didn't notice, and turned to the west side, but Chu Huan saw more than ten armored warriors guarding both sides of the road ahead. It was a secluded courtyard, and it was already difficult to follow. Seeing Xiao Heng walking to the gate, he waved to a guard next to him. He didn't know what to say. The guard bowed his hands and nodded. Xiao Heng Only then did he push the door into the courtyard, and then closed the courtyard door.

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This is a secluded courtyard without too many decorations, simple and elegant.

The lights were on inside the house, but the door was ajar. Xiao Heng walked lightly to the door, hesitated for a moment, looked down at the lunch box in his hand, took a deep breath, and finally raised a hand, There was a light knock on the door, and he said softly, "Aunt, it's my nephew Xiao Heng!"

A gentle voice came from inside the room: "It's Heng'er? The door is open, come in!"

Xiao Heng gently opened the door and entered the house. The oil lamps were lit inside the house, just like in a courtyard, the house is also very simple and elegant. A round ancient wooden table is placed in the hall, and on the left is a wing room with the door closed , a glamorous mature woman over [-] years old is sitting at the table at this time, with a book on the table, the glamorous mature woman is holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, as if she was chanting sutras just now.

Although she is over [-] years old, her clothes are gorgeous, well-dressed, plump, and her appearance is very glamorous. Although she has been baptized by the years, her glamor has not faded, but has added a kind of maturity. The charm that women can only have, there is a small bright red mole in the inner corner of her left eyebrow, which adds a bit of enchantment to her already beautiful appearance.

"Auntie, my nephew went to the dining hall to have a look, and I have already prepared some meals. My nephew knows that my aunt doesn't like extravagance, so I didn't ask them to do more." Xiao Heng said respectfully: "My nephew chose A few ingredients that my aunt likes to eat, I personally brought them to my aunt, from noon until now, my aunt has been listening to the host's Zen lectures, the water and rice are not exhausted, she must be hungry."

This beautiful mature woman is Mrs. Xiao, the wife of the governor of Beishan Road.

Mrs. Xiao looked at Xiao Heng with hopeful eyes, and said with a smile, "Heng'er, you have worked hard these days." She was well-dressed and dignified, but her smile was charming and charming. The introverted and mature charm of a mature woman has been fully displayed with a smile.

"Auntie, what are you talking about?" Xiao Heng hurriedly said: "I can do my best for my aunt, nephew...nephew is what I wish for, and I am very happy." He stepped forward lightly, put the lunch box on the table, and looked around , then said: "Auntie is still satisfied with this room? The former aunt said that she would come to Gushui Temple to worship Buddha for peace, so my nephew notified the local yamen here in advance, and they had already made preparations here. The furnishings and objects in the house are all my aunt's favorite."

"Heng'er and you too, you just came here to pray to the Buddha for peace, why bother to go to war?" Mrs. Xiao sighed softly, "If your uncle finds out about this, I'm afraid you will blame him again."

Xiao Heng immediately said: "This is my nephew's heart for my aunt. My aunt came to Gushui Temple and worked hard all the way. If even this place is very simple, my nephew will not bear it. If my uncle really wants to blame me, my nephew will not complain." No regrets."

Mrs. Xiao saw Xiao Heng lowered his head respectfully, and his beautiful eyes looked Xiao Heng up and down. Xiao Heng lowered his head, but secretly glanced at Mrs. Xiao, who happened to meet Mrs. Xiao's eyes, and hurriedly hid After looking at her, Mrs. Xiao smiled, and said softly: "Since it is already like this, there is no need to say more. But how do you know that I will stay here overnight? I originally wanted to set off overnight to Yu Chang hurried back, and if it wasn't for your persuasion, he wouldn't have stayed." Seemingly thinking of something, he said, "Sit down and talk."

Xiao Heng clapped his hands and said yes, sat down opposite Mrs. Xiao, then looked up at Mrs. Xiao's glamorous face full of mature charm, and explained: "From Yuchang to here, my aunt has been driving for four days in a row, and on the way The local government is not allowed to be disturbed, the journey is very hard, and today I am here to pray to Buddha and listen to Zen. My nephew said nothing to let my aunt leave when she is so tired... I hope my aunt will be sympathetic to my nephew's painstaking efforts. "

"Your painstaking efforts, my aunt naturally knows." Mrs. Xiao's beautiful eyes flickered, she looked at Xiao Heng, and said softly: "Auntie doesn't blame you, resting in this pure Buddhist place for one night is also what my aunt wishes for!"