Song Yuanhuanzhi

As night falls, the sky is full of stars, the quiet and deep forests, and the winding official roads are covered with the silver light of the moon.

Only the candlelight at the entrance of the inn swayed in the night wind.

Overlooking this land, there is only that faint light in the whole night.

on the roof of the inn

Fu Yuanzhi grasped the tiles beside him nervously, tilted his head slightly forward, and could see nothing in his eyes except the tiles and the forest in the distance.

Song Huan beside him looked at this scene and smiled.

"You don't have to be so reluctant." Song Huan looked at the nervous Fu Yuanzhi and said.

Fu Yuanzhi swallowed, his throat rolling, "No, just get used to it."

Song Huan said meaningfully, "Here".

Song Huan handed over the fried peanuts, "Here you are".

Fu Yuanzhi shook his head, "Wait a minute first."

Wait for him to take it easy.

Song Huan threw one into his mouth, looked at the sky full of stars, "Is this the first birthday you have spent with me?"

Hearing Song Huan's question, Fu Yuanzhi thought for a while and said, "Except for the year of drought, there must have been six times."

Song Huan sighed, "So it's only been seven years. Why do I feel like it's been a long time..."

It's been so long that I can hardly remember what happened in my previous life.

At that time, how did she celebrate her birthday?

Oh, alone.

In the rental house.

Fu Yuanzhi smiled when he remembered the time they met, "It's been a long time."

If he didn't have that experience back then, he wouldn't know what he was doing right now.

Fu Yuanzhi took out a purse from his pocket and handed it to Song Huan.

Song Huan took it in surprise, "Birthday gift?"

Fu Yuanzhi nodded, temporarily throwing away the tension caused by fear of heights, his eyes were full of doting, "Happy birthday."

Song Huan thought it was just a purse, but he didn't expect there was something inside, so he opened it.

It is a delicate walnut boat, and there is a handkerchief.

Song Huan took out the walnut boat and said in surprise, "You actually bought it?"

She saw it in Yangjiang Mansion back then.

This one is more delicate than what she saw that time.

Song Huan carefully poked the small window with his finger, "!"

It can really be opened!
This thing costs two taels of silver each!

Seeing Song Huan's happy expression, Fu Yuanzhi said, "Do you like it?"

The walnut boats in Qiancheng are more exquisite.

He originally wanted to buy it in Yangjiang Mansion, but the two days were too late, and Miss Song was always by his side, so he couldn't spare time to buy it. Fortunately, it was sold in Qiancheng, and the workmanship was even more exquisite than that of Yangjiang Mansion.

Song Huan couldn't put it down, "Of course, I've been greedy for a long time."

I think she missed it when she first went to Yangjiang Mansion.

I thought it would take several years to have it, but I didn't expect it...

Yan Liu, who was waiting downstairs and was about to stare at him, "..."

He really didn't expect that two men could watch the stars together for so long?

Not drinking and composing poetry.

That's right, Yan Liu still doesn't know that Song Huan is a woman.

However, after a long time, you will naturally know.

Yan Liu thought about the words he had heard before, and suddenly shivered.

It shouldn't be his business here.

Of course, Song Huan and the others didn't know that there was another person downstairs who was waiting for them to go down, and they didn't know that their such a normal date gradually extended to him in an unspeakable direction.

On the way back, the food that I planned to buy was not enough, so I needed to go to the city to make up for it.

And the nearest city is Fucheng.

I don't know if Uncle Xu is still in Fucheng.

Seen from a distance from the official road, Fucheng is no less lively than Yangjiang Mansion, or even worse, but weaker than Qiancheng, somewhere in between.

The officers and men checked the road guide and released him after confirming that there was no problem.

Not long after entering, everyone was led into the alley by the flow of people.

I saw a lot of people gathered outside a family, discussing something with their mouths, and heard scattered words like "monk", "three days", "flame" and so on.

From these few words alone, it's hard to know what's going on inside.

At this time, Yan Liu volunteered and said, "I'll go in and inquire about it."

Before Fu Yuanzhi and Song Huan could speak, he jumped off the carriage and followed the crowd into the core area.

Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi looked at each other.

Song Huan worried, "Is this all right?"

Fu Yuanzhi looked at the crowded alley, "Probably."

Song Huan was afraid of a stampede.

She has seen the scene that is so crowded that people can't pull it out.

She vaguely remembered that more than 100 people died.

Yan Liu is skinny, is it really okay to go in like this?

Song Huan remained skeptical.

Because of this, she was even more curious, what happened to make everyone keep digging in like bees looking for nectar?

The mule cart cannot stop at the entrance of the alley, and there will be a traffic jam.

Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi could only take the mule cart to a tea shop not far away, and give the mule brother a meal by the way.

There is a large family in Fucheng, surnamed Zhou, who is kind and charitable, known as Zhou Dashan.

Three days ago, a monk raised his voice at the gate of the Zhou Mansion and made a call. Although everyone didn't know what it was, the essence was summed up by everyone.

The monk asked Zhou Dashan to give him 200 taels of silver.

Zhou Dashan was called out by his servants, looked at the monk and said, "For no reason, why should I give you 200 taels of silver?"

The monk sat cross-legged in front of the gate and said, "I won't leave unless you give it to me."

Mr. Zhou Dashan thought about what was going on with a monk sitting at the door all the time, so he said, "If it's not convenient for you, you can go to the mansion to tell."

The monk didn't move, closed his eyes and said, "No no no."

It is obviously impossible for Zhou Dashan to give the monk 200 taels of silver to send him away.

If he gave it, wouldn't everyone learn from him, knowing that if he sat at the gate of Zhou Mansion, he could easily get the money! ?
Never dreamed so fast.

Although Zhou Dashan is willing to do good, he is not willing to be taken advantage of.

The two broke up so unhappy.

The monk sat like this for three days and three nights, and those who had nothing to do would come to visit often, and found that the other party hadn't moved at all, and the water and rice hadn't entered.

Everyone thought that the monk was probably dead, but when they went up to look, they were still angry.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, everyone thinks that this person is an eminent monk.

If the water and rice do not enter, you can still breathe evenly and remain motionless. This is not dead, what is it if it is not an eminent monk?
Those who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal made a fuss and asked Zhou Dashan to give the money to the monk.

How can an eminent monk and a great virtue ignore his presence.

After coming and going, public opinion is soaring.

The image of a good person that Zhou Dashan had managed for many years was completely wiped out by this monk in just three days.

Zhou Dashan ignored the public opinion, but he was just a bunch of ignorant people who said that the wind is the rain, and the public opinion would naturally be suppressed in two days.

The monk saw that this matter could not threaten Zhou Dashan, so he had another plan.

"I have been cultivating for many years, and I have cultivated a spell called Giant Buddha's Palm. If you don't give it, do you believe that I will use it to slap you to death?" the monk said without changing his expression.

Zhou Dashan laughed, "We'll wait and see."

The monk glanced at Zhou Dashan, "I'll let you see it today!"

As soon as the words fell, the monk clasped his hands together and rubbed them violently.

His hands were immediately wrapped in a blue-green flame.

The people present exclaimed.

A few unbelievers went up to observe, and they couldn't help being amazed to see that the monk didn't feel the slightest pain.

It really is an eminent monk!

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