Morbid pet

Chapter 11

It's night time.

The governor's mansion is peaceful and peaceful, mainly because the two masters who caused trouble have left.

The old butler held his head and wanted to swear swear words crazily. It is no problem for Zhong Kui to sing.

Here, Chang Le sat on the carriage and laughed lightly: "Oh? Xie Zhao copied all the Wei family?"

The guard at the side reported the situation in the palace in a low voice today, "Yes, all the men of the Wei family died in the imperial prison, and the death conditions were cruel. I heard from the emperor that the governor is all for you."

Chang Le burst out laughing loudly, hahahaha laughter spread throughout the quiet mountain road, it sounded a little weird, this master is good at everything, but his temper and brain are not very good.

"For me? It's so funny, Die Shi, did you hear that? Xie Zhao said that he ransacked the entire Wei family because of me."

Chang Le laughed so hard that the flowers trembled wildly, her beautiful phoenix eyes suddenly became clear, and the eyes were shining brightly, "Then I have to go and see him carefully, after all, Dabaoen Temple is located in the deep mountains, and there is heavy frost at night, so I'm afraid he will catch a cold."

Changle: "Coachman, go to the Dabaoen Temple!"

Die Shi was still thinking about a few words of persuasion, but seeing that His Highness was in a good mood when he came out of the North Tower today, he silently swallowed the words before he opened his mouth.

Two hours later.

Changle slept beautifully on the phoenix chariot. Her driver was very skilled. Even on the bumpy mountain road like Laojun Mountain, she basically didn't feel any bumps. She nodded to the coachman with satisfaction: "Yes, I will reward you with ten taels." gold."

The coachman took the gold that Die Shi took out from the bag in trepidation, and saw Chang Le, like a fluttering butterfly, trotting into the Dabaoen Temple with her skirt on her back.

Dabaoen Temple is the royal temple of Ming Dynasty. The incense inside is burned all night, and there are special monks in charge of the incense, so that the place will always be in a state of prosperity. 880 Eight long-burning lamps hold the light in all directions in the temple, and add a strong sense of thickness to this world for no reason.

Anyone who comes to this temple will be more or less affected by the environment, giving birth to a trace of piety.

And Xie Zhao was dressed in black and sat lazily on the patriarch's chair behind the main hall, just below the lowered eyebrows of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, with incense ash under his feet, his face hidden in the darkness, his expression was gloomy. bright.

Beside him was a dark guard in black who bowed his head and reported something to him. When he heard something, he would occasionally nod his head slightly, or tap his fingers together on the armrest of the seat, making a muffled sound.

There was a sound of fragmented footsteps outside, and there was a trace of a silver bell when you listened carefully.

It was Xie Zhao who reacted faster than the man in black.

He had an instinctive intuition about danger, and immediately took the sword beside him in his hand, and then a dozen or so masked men in black slowly walked out from the four corners of the temple.

The voice of Changle humming came from the front of the hall.

Xie Zhao turned his head and gestured to the men in black behind him, signaling them to retreat first, and in that moment, Xie Zhao was the only one left in the hall.

He was playing with a string of sandalwood beads in his hand, and was smiling lowly there.

Chang Le originally thought that when he came over, he would bump into Xie Zhao kneeling piously in front of the Buddha, thinking seriously, or sitting on the futon, silently knocking on the wooden fish, or copying scriptures or something.

did not expect.

People come as soon as they come, and they still sit in the position of the patriarch.

With sacred incense ash under his feet, he raised his chin and smiled at her like a little boy.

Changle: "Brother Huang asked you to reflect in Dabaoen Temple, is that how you reflect?" Damn it, this idiot pretended to do it again.

Xie Zhao stood up, and the shadow stretched his long legs even longer, "The merits and demerits of later generations will be judged by others, so there is no need to be so harsh on yourself."

He walked up to Changle, as if very happy, with a smile on his face, "I haven't seen you for a while, miss me?"

Chang Le pushed Xie Zhao away, then sat on the old pear flower wood patriarch chair, and slumped on it. She closed her eyes and didn't want to see Xie Zhao.

"It hurts me to see you have no remorse, really." It hurts even more to see you alive.

Xie Zhao sneered, "Are you really just here to see me knock the wooden fish?"

Chang Le raised his head, suddenly met a pair of smiling eyes, and sneered in his heart: Of course I came to see your joke, idiot.

Changle: "Hehe, the governor is used to joking, it's cold in the mountains, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I'll stop by to have a look at you."

Xie Zhao nodded as a matter of course, "Holding you to sleep at night won't be cold." He turned his eyes and grasped the key word: By the way, "Aren't you at the house? How could you stop by?"

Changle dangled her little feet leisurely. Today she was wearing damask bell shoes that were tribute from the Western Regions. The pink damask shoes had an upturned design on the toe, and bells were dotted on both sides of the shoes. When she dangled her legs, There are rustling wind chimes, which is very pleasant to hear.

"The troupe you invited today disturbed Bengong's interest. After dinner, Bengong went out to watch a play again, and then came over when the guard reported that you had come to Dabaoen Temple."

Xie Zhao does not doubt that there is him. Sometimes he really has a strong self-confidence. For example, Changle does everything for his own good. If you look at him more than once, you will fall in love with him. When you look at Changle, the tight steel wire in your heart will be It was broken, and then the showman possessed him.

How touching, the pampered princess came all the way at night just to warm his bed.

The smile in Xie Zhao's eyes deepened, he walked behind Chang Le, squeezed Chang Le's thin shoulders, "Are you sleepy? Let's go to sleep."

Chang Le put away his hand in disgust, "No, I plan to go back after sitting for a while, the bed in this temple is too hard, I'm not used to sleeping on it."

Xie Zhao said nothing, turned around and walked out of the hall, Changle thought he was angry, just stared at the direction he left silently, then turned his eyes back to the hall, wandering over the golden Buddha statues.

Soon, Xie Zhao came back, and he stretched out his hand to Changle: "Let's go, my princess, the bed is ready, and a total of [-] layers of brand new quilts have been laid for you, let alone hard, there is a pea under it for you." I can't even feel it!"

Chang Le looked at him inexplicably, the irritability in his eyes couldn't be wiped away, "I want to go back, who wants to sleep with you."

"If you don't sleep, you have to sleep. The mountain is heavy with dew, the shaft will slip, and the driver's vision is not good."

Xie Zhao straightly lifted Changle from the chair of the patriarch, his arms were very strong, and he held the little man in his arms firmly, "I don't worry about you, let you be safe in the middle of the night At this point, I am already very grateful, if something happens to you when you go back now, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life."

Chang Le struggled desperately in Xie Zhao's arms, "Let go, Xie Zhao, you bastard!"

Xie Zhao bowed his head to Chang Le in his arms and said, "Just treat me like a dog, I will never disturb you when I sleep at night."

Pass through three main halls, turn a small alley, and arrive at the meditation room of Dabaoen Temple. The meditation room here is a single three-story building. The monks do not live here. They live in the small building on the east side. , During this period of time, there are no noble people living in the imperial city, so there are only Xie Zhao and Changle here tonight.

Xie Zhao walked to the innermost room on the first floor with ease, knocked open the door with his thick back, walked two steps, then threw Chang Le in his arms on the bed, and locked the door with his backhand.

After all this was done, he did not light the candle, but hugged Changle and collapsed on the bed. To Xie Zhao, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves from Changle was the most beautiful alpine qin sound, and a hundred birds and phoenixes were also powerful hypnotic shots for him. agent.

The ghost knows what he survived when he was in hell a few years ago.

He just held Chang Le in his arms and gradually fell into a deep sleep, and Chang Le in his arms was tired after a day of tossing, and slowly fell asleep leaning on Xie Zhao's arm.

The Xuanyue was shining brightly, and the midnight bell suddenly sounded in the Dabaoen Temple.

Suddenly, a group of assassins in night clothes appeared at the gate of Dabaoen Temple, walking towards the guest room against the wall
　Xie Zhao: I really don’t want to knock wooden fish
　　
　
(End of this chapter)