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Chapter 35: The Scumbag Duan Zhengchun; Under the Bodhi Tree, Guanyin Has Long Hair (Please Read!)

After entering the city, he opened an inn.

Inside the house, Zhou Yi looked at Wang Yuyan and said, "I will go to Duan Zhengchun's mansion first. Don't worry."

"Yeah, I'll listen to Brother Yi."

Wuqing said lightly: "Go quickly and come back quickly!"

After leaving the inn, Zhou Yi looked for Duan Zhengchun's palace and went straight in.

It was broad daylight and although there was a risk of being exposed, he wanted to leave and no one in Dali could stop him.

There were many patrolling soldiers in the palace, and the time between patrols was not long.

"It seems that Duan Yu is quite favored by the emperor."

With a mutter, Zhou Yi's figure flashed and disappeared from behind the rockery in an instant. He kept jumping on the roof without making any sound.

However, after entering the central courtyard, I sensed several masters with strong auras, who should be the retainers of the royal palace.

In the backyard, through the corridor is the garden, and behind it is a pond with arch bridges and rockery, and many koi swimming in the pond.

Suddenly, Zhou Yi's ears moved and he heard a whisper.

He immediately went to the house on the left, jumped down from the roof, squatted in the corner and looked through the window.

Tsk, a middle-aged man, quite handsome, next to him is a handsome scholar with bright eyebrows and eyes, but a hint of childishness on his face.

"Yu'er, go to the Buddhist temple to see your mother tomorrow. The weather has been cold recently, so bring some food and clothes over."

Duan Yu looked at his father, put down the book in his hand, and said helplessly: "Dad, if you want to go see mother, just go directly. Why do you have to ask me to go?"

Duan Zhengchun was suddenly embarrassed and coughed twice: "As a son, you should go and see your mother. I'm sure your mother doesn't want to see me."

"Alas, I really don't understand what happened between you and your mother. You didn't tell me for so many years. It must be very uncomfortable for your son to be caught in the middle."

Outside the window, Zhou Yi smiled.

"It's all good as long as they are all here."

The figure disappeared on the spot like a gust of wind.

Not long after, someone came to report.

"Your Majesty, there is a man outside who claims to be from the Divine Marquisate of the Great Song Dynasty and wants to pay his respects to you!"

Duan Zhengchun was stunned: "The Great Song Dynasty Divine Marquisate?"

"Is it the Divine Marquis Mansion that hosted the Murong Fu rebellion case?"

I was shocked. Why did he come to Dali? Could it be that Murong Fu escaped to Dali?

"Please come quickly."

After a while, Zhou Yi entered the mansion and came to the backyard. He saw Duan Zhengchun, followed by Duan Yu who was looking at him curiously.

He bowed and smiled, "I am Zhou Yi from the Divine Marquis Mansion, nice to meet Prince Duan."

"No problem, no problem. Brother Zhou, please come in."

After entering the room, Duan Zhengchun served tea and asked, "Brother Zhou, are you here in Dali for Murong Fu's rebellion case?"

"Could it be that Murong Fu has fled to Dali?"

Zhou Yi shook his head: "It's not the Murong Fu case, but another case."

"A month and a half ago, in Lianshan County of the Song Dynasty, a flower thief raped three young women in one night. One of them couldn't bear the shame and committed suicide."

"We investigated and found that this person has some relationship with Yun Zhonghe, so we came to Dali to arrest him."

"I came to visit the prince rashly this time, hoping to get his help."

"Damn you flower thief!"

Duan Zhengchun slammed the table, indignant: "Such a beautiful young woman has died just like that. How despicable this flower thief is."

"Duan has no choice but to do this!"

Duan Yu also showed a look of pity, and whispered: "I hope that sister can rest in peace."

Zhou Yiqing said: "You are right, that flower thief is extremely hateful!"

"What I hate most in my life is those who flirt with women and then take no responsibility. Such people should be treated like flower thieves!"

After hearing this, Duan Zhengchun suddenly felt embarrassed and laughed dryly.

"That's not the case. How can those romantic people be treated the same as flower thieves?"

"It's okay to be romantic, I am romantic too, but you have to give those women a proper status, not just deceive others with sweet words. This kind of person relies on a sweet mouth to deceive people's bodies, and still claims to love them. How is he different from a flower thief?"

"Um, Brother Zhou, I think..."

Duan Zhengchun felt that every word seemed to be scolding him.
He is not such a person. He loves every woman deeply and truly. What kind of person is a flower thief?
Zhou Yi waved his hand, interrupting Duan Zhengchun.

"Your Highness, there is no need to defend these people." "I came here this time in the hope that Your Highness will help me spread a message in Dali."

Duan Zhengchun exhaled a breath of foul air and nodded, "Please speak."

"Outside the Tianlong Temple, under the Bodhi tree, the monk is slovenly and Guanyin has long hair."

Duan Zhengchun frowned: "What does this mean?"

"Your Highness, just spread this message. I have my own intentions. In addition, add one more sentence at the end: outside the Tianlong Temple."

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, stood up and bowed.

"I'll take my leave now. Your Majesty, I'll have to handle this matter as soon as possible."

Duan Zhengchun nodded and said, "I will do my best. I wonder if Mr. Zhou has a place to stay?"

"Yes, it's at the Yuelai Inn in the city. Your Majesty can inform me when you have any news."

"Easy to say."

Zhou Yi left, and Duan Zhengchun started to wonder, "What does this mean? It involves Tianlong Temple."

"Yu'er, stay at home. I'll go take care of some things."

……

After returning to the inn, Zhou Yi called the two girls. Wang Yuyan seemed to have something to ask, and Zhou Yi knew what she wanted to ask without listening.

"Yuyan, I saw Duan Zhengchun."

"I compared irresponsible playboys to flower thieves, but this prince disagreed."

"You're still arguing with me..."

When Wang Yuyan heard this, her face turned cold, but her eyes turned red.

"Such behavior is really no different from that flower thief!"

"Why did my mother have an affair with this man? She was so blind!"

Wuqing also said coldly: "Humph, I didn't expect the King of Dali to be so shameless. It's a disgrace to our family!"

Zhou Yi sneered, "What family tradition? Duan Zhengming stole the throne. In order to accumulate strength, Duan Zhengchun married into the Dao family and used the power of the Dao clan to successfully usurp the throne. That's why he is in his current situation."

"But after the incident, he abandoned Dao Baifeng and lingered among many women. Dao Baifeng was so angry that he shaved his head and became a monk, and dressed up as an ancient Buddha."

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Let me ask you, Yuyan, do you still want to see Duan Zhengchun?"

Wang Yuyan wiped away her tears, hatred in her eyes.

"Why not? Now that I'm here, I must expose this man's true identity. His whole family must be bad people, and they deserve to be cursed!"

Zhou Yi muttered in his heart: "Duan Yu is indeed not a good guy. He falls in love with every girl he meets, but in the end, he only loves my younger sister..."

"Well, since you want to meet him, then go meet him after you catch that flower thief."

"Rest well these few days and wait for the thief to come to your door."

"Hmm."

Suddenly, Zhou Yi looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "Well, let's sleep together tonight?"

The two of them blushed, and with a ruthless wave of their hands, dozens of steel needles flew up.

"roll!"

"Ahahaha, rest early, rest early..."

Walking out of the room, Zhou Yi muttered, "It's only a matter of time..."

Hey, as if afraid that the other party couldn't hear her, Wang Yuyan looked into Wuqing's eyes, her face flushed and very hot.

"Sister Yayu, your face is so red."

"You are almost the same!"

"He has no shame!"

"Um……"

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That afternoon, inside the royal city of Dali, a five-line poem suddenly rose with the wind.

In less than a day, it spread throughout the city!
"Outside the Tianlong Temple, under the Bodhi tree, the monk is slovenly, Guanyin has long hair, outside the Tianlong Temple."

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