Yan all over the world

Chapter 45: Not the Flower of Fortune (6)
In the crowd, Dao Yan'an and I were the only ones sitting as usual, I looked at the crazy monk, this kind of pretense probably was taught by him to my father, heh heh, a real master is a great disciple.

It was finally easy for everyone to calm down, and Dao Yan said unhurriedly: "There is something embarrassing right now."

Father frowned slightly: "The anniversary of the late emperor's death, according to the etiquette system, I have to go to the capital to worship."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was silent, everyone knew that going to the capital at this time would be tantamount to looking for a dead end.

My thoughts turned, and my eyes flicked over Dao Yan's face. The monk didn't show any embarrassment at all. He lowered his head slightly, his face slanted towards me, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Ten fingers... With a movement in my heart, I immediately understood what he meant, and sneered in my heart, such a treacherous monk, he dared to think that I would become a villain in the first place.

If Lao Tzu can't go, he can sacrifice his son.

However, although I am not afraid of being hated by people, I have never liked being used by people. If you want to use me, you have to pay a price.

So he smiled slowly.

Seeing me smiling, my father said happily, "Huai Su has a good plan?"

I squinted at him, not believing that he really didn't think of that at all, but I didn't want to bring it up myself, and get the reputation of being a tiger poison eater, just like Dao Yan and others thought the same way, fearing that they would suffer from the princes in the future revenge.

So they all turned their attention to me. I am a member of King Yan's family, but I am not a serious family member. I am hostile to the people in King Yan's mansion, but my status is enough to make such a proposal. If not me, who else?
I flicked my sleeves, and said slowly: "What good idea can I have? But I just saw Master Daoyan gesturing to me, and I suddenly understood what he meant."

My father was taken aback for a moment, Dao Yan's face turned pale, and he smiled wryly without saying a word, and I said calmly, "Master's ten fingers are clasped together, and it's not about joining hands or holding flowers, but I just want to tell my father that if you want to be perfect, you have to cut off your fingers." .”

Dao Yan's wry smile deepened, but his father gradually showed his understanding, and asked me, "What do you mean?"

I said, "Son."

There was an uproar in the room immediately.

I looked at Dao Yan reverently: "Master's clear wisdom sees one's nature, Huai Su received your guidance, consciously has a clear mind, and has enlightened a lot."

Dao Yan's cough was stuck in his throat, making him hoarse.

The father was already frowning and pondering: "Let the descendants go on behalf of the king? This..."

I shook my head: "Father, the master is holding ten fingers, and only the dead son is alone. How can he win the trust of the court and show that his father values ​​him and shows his unwavering loyalty to the court?"

Father was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Dao Yan: "Gao Xu, Gao Sui also has to go?"

Forced to this point, Dao Yan couldn't pretend anymore, so he had to put his palms together and said: "Yes, I think the meaning of the princess' realization is very good, and it is more comprehensive than what I think."

I looked at him with a smile. I didn't have any objection to his anti-general's first army. I just thought it was interesting. Presumably what I'm going to do next is a big scene where the father doesn't give up his beloved son, and the military teacher hurts his son. Maybe he will also add angry kicks. , begging, begging, expressing loyalty, grabbing land with the head, etc., must be very exciting.

Poor brothers who are destined to be taken hostage.

A little chilling, a little ironic, and a little relieved, it turns out that my noble father was only mediocre about orthodox blood.

I lost the interest in playing with me any longer, and the water is bottomless, so why do I have to take this trip?I waved my sleeves and said goodbye to my father with a smile. Before going out, I took a look at Dao Yan. He was looking at me deeply with a gloomy expression.

When Mu Xin was found, he was being entangled by princesses.

It's a bit too much to say that it's pestering, it's just that Zhu Ximin invited him to go to the Bibo Pavilion to appreciate the lotus, Zhu Xiqing proudly took a picture of her own and asked him to comment, the young Zhu Xiyin couldn't get in the way, and sat with her mouth pursed. On one side, with his eyes down on the ground, a pair of small hands twisted and twisted, almost breaking the lace hanging from the skirt.

that is it.

The princesses of Yanwang Mansion still remember their identities very much, and they remember showing off their ladylike demeanor at any time.

I looked at Mu Xin in his fragrant clothes and sideburns with a half-smile. It was rare that he was surrounded by beauty and still had a calm expression. He insisted that he was not used to smelling the fragrance of lotus flowers and knew nothing about ink paintings. It's like living with the princesses.

As soon as he moved his footsteps, he went out of the encirclement, leaving only the sisters of the Zhu family stomping secretly.

This is probably a skill that he has cultivated since he was a child, but I remember that he has attracted bees and butterflies since he was a child.

As soon as Mu Xin looked up and saw me, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes: "Huai Su, it's so early today."

I smiled slightly: "Everything that should be done is up, but what shouldn't be is here."

Mu Xin raised her eyebrows lightly: "You're making fun of me? Huai Su, you like to go to the theater, so you can't ignore your old love."

I laughed: "Speaking of which, this play is very interesting. There are countless Fengshui Pavilions and green lotuses in the Xiping Hou Mansion. I heard that they were all planted by people who can't smell the fragrance of lotus. The company hanging in the main hall of the Hou Mansion is known as the three masterpieces of poetry, calligraphy and painting The ink and wash Danqing that even Jin Wending admired was actually painted by a person who knows nothing about calligraphy and painting."

I squinted at him: "Tell me, should I cry because of Na Lian's painting?"

Mu Xin smiled lightly, and the clear smile was reflected in the charming light and shadow of early summer, becoming more and more clear like the wind: "Whether it's a lotus appreciation or painting, you can't be with anyone, you have to be with your confidant. The lotus square is beautiful, and the painting is elegant."

I carefully tasted his words, tasted a bit of hidden deep meaning, couldn't help being silent for a moment, a little dazed, the scene of that year suddenly approached, and I suddenly remembered the day when the accident happened, the fair-skinned boy with narrow eyebrows and me What was Mu Xin doing when she leaned on the railing of Fengshui Pavilion and bowed her head to admire the lotus?And the moment those two jade pendants were shining with crystal light facing the sunlight, why did he suddenly rush forward with a face full of resentment?

Something moved in my heart like breaking ground, and I pushed it slowly, and some moist heart buds came out. I coughed to cover up the sudden chaotic breath, and was about to speak when I suddenly heard the jingle of the ring behind me, Someone sneered and said, "It turns out that Mr. Mu has a strange vision. He doesn't like the lotus on the water, but he pays attention to the mud at the bottom of the lotus."

I sighed from the bottom of my heart: Zhu Xiqing, haven't you suffered enough from me?Want to provoke the little ancestor of the Mu family again?This person looks cold and detached, and he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, but in fact, he is more poisonous than you when he scolds others.

(End of this chapter)