Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Fireflies are flying and the wind is blowing in the mountains.

At the end of spring, the wind here faded the cold and moistened every inch of the land.

Yunxi retreated quickly. In the night, he looked at the people in front of him. He couldn't even pull his lips. He could only say, "it's getting cold, and the forbidden army is coming. What else do you want to say? If there's nothing, leave."

The light at the bottom of Yan Ming's eyes went out.

At this moment, the oil lamp mentioned by the little monk has been annihilated. The East is white and the red clothes are flying in the warm color. Yan Ming lowered his head, looked at the rising sun and whispered, "I won't give up you."

Then Yan Ming turned away.

At this moment, Yunxi dared to look at his back.

Yan Ming never looked back. He put his sword lightly in the hands of a corpse before he walked away at dawn.

……

Those forbidden troops came here before they had a incense. They didn't clean up until they saw the bodies on the ground.

The little monk stood at the side of the forbidden army and said, "these people came to destroy the corpses at night. It must be the assassins who killed the two princes. Fortunately, the girl killed these people quickly. Take these 23 corpses to the palace."

After saluting Yunxi, the forbidden army withdrew most of them.

Yunxi followed the little monk into Yanguang temple and entered a meditation room. The little monk brought some breakfast up and Yunxi went to eat. Just half eaten, Yunxi nodded and saw the little monk's smile.

Yunxi said, "what's the matter?"

The little monk put down the steamed bread, tilted his bald head and said with a smile: "the sword put down by the eighth Lord is painted cool. That sword should be the culprit who killed his highness. The palace will compare the wound, and the case can be settled. Fortunately, most of the painted cool swords were bought at random on the street, and nothing can be found. At most, they hang the bodies of those assassins at the gate for a few days."

Although he knew that the little monk knew everything, Yunxi was still slightly surprised: "you even know where to get the cool sword, and your dark lines are well placed."

When the little monk heard Yunxi's praise, he didn't feel happy. He just smiled and said, "I won't tell Donggong about today's dialogue, so you can rest assured."

Yunxi raised his eyebrows, and the red in his eyes had already disappeared. He just felt very embarrassed.

After thinking for a long time, she said, "don't you work for the east palace?"

The little monk sat on the wooden stool, folded the clean dishes and chopsticks together, and then patted the chopsticks: "when I'm happy, I work for the east palace. When I'm unhappy, the East Palace works for me."

Yunxi laughed because of the little monk's words.

Yan Ming said that the little monk was the lifeblood of Beiyuan. Now his way of speaking is out of touch with the word "lifeblood". Long Ziqing has always been calm. All the major civil and military officials in Beiyuan are stable. Yin is heavy and prosperous. If we say that his lifeline should be a thick man. Or an old man with white beard, or a fierce man like his father, let Yunxi think, but he can't think of a little monk

The little monk looked at Yunxi's smile and was slightly unhappy: "your expression is a little disdainful."

Yunxi was stunned: "what?"

Bang

The little monk struck out with one palm, and Yunxi was blown away, and holes were broken in the walls of the meditation room!

The forbidden army outside the Yanguang Temple listened to this, but no one entered the Yanguang temple.

Yunxi fell on the sunken wall and looked at the little monk's miniature hand back. He endured the pain in his back, but he was happy in his heart!

Yunxi would never have imagined that there would be a third person in the world who is better than her martial arts unless she went out of Xizhou! Besides Ning Xiluo and Yan Ming, this little monk is definitely not simple!

Yunxi stumbled and whispered, "I want to compete with you!"

Bang

As soon as the voice fell, the little monk hit Yunxi with his palm, and the hole in the wall of the meditation room was concave again.

The little monk looked at the painful Yunxi on the corner of his lips and whispered, "Ning Xiluo's fight makes you, Yan Ming doesn't give up beating you, and spoil you... Wash the dishes and chopsticks on this table, and then don't disturb me. Go to sleep."

After that, the little monk turned and walked out of the meditation room.

Only the leftover dishes and chopsticks on the table

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The imperial edict in the palace came down two days later. Hundreds of bodies in Yanguang temple were removed and buried. The bodies of those "assassins" were hung under the city tower.

Beiyuan, people panic.

All the forbidden troops outside the Yanguang temple have been withdrawn, but according to the will of the palace, Yunxi cannot leave the Yanguang temple. You can't return to the East Palace until seven days.

These two days are really not easy, but they are also easy. There is no hot water in the mountain, so you can't take a bath. If you want to carry water, you have to go down the mountain to pick it, but the will of the palace can't be reached. There is a well in the temple, but the little monk said that the well had soaked corpses in the water and could not be used.

Eat food every day. The East Palace occasionally sends some, but it won't starve to death.

Thinking about it, Yunxi stopped the moment before knocking on the door of the little Shami's Zen room.

Yunxi swept out directly from the back wall of the temple, covered his face, and found an inn in the downtown of Yindu. It was easy to bathe and change clothes, but something went wrong when he left the inn——

She met a man who made her don't know how to avoid.

The inn is full of wine and people.

Yunxi dropped her purse and bent down to pick it up. At the moment, the slender white hand touched her. Yunxi raised her eyes and matched the gentle water cutting pupils.

"Sister?"

The very beautiful woman gently opened her mouth, but she was also a little surprised. Even though Yunxi wore a veil, the woman recognized her.

Yunxi picked up the money bag and staggered back. Looking at the light blue and clean dress painted by Lanfeng, he was very nervous. She looked around and didn't see ningxiluo's figure, and the stone in her heart fell slightly.

Painting Lanfeng still smiled gently: "has your sister been driven out by the east palace?"

As soon as the voice of painted Lanfeng fell, Yunxi directly covered painted Lanfeng's mouth and took her directly to the Inn room. Yunxi didn't let go until he closed the door.

Painting Lanfeng looked at the closed door and her beautiful eyes trembled: "sister?"

Yunxi's clear eyes were cold and said, "where's ningxiluo?"

Painted Lanfeng chuckled and said, "Anning..." she paused, looked at Yunxi's nervous eyes, and then kept silent.

Yunxi frowned, "why don't you say it?"

Painting Lanfeng looked at Yunxi's leg with a low eyebrow and a shallow voice: "before my sister left Xizhou, I heard that this leg was hurt... It seems that Anning hurt it?"

Yunxi's eyebrows were cold: "it's been a long time."

Painting Lanfeng suddenly bent down and gently touched Yunxi's legs with her fingers: "but... Can you let Fenger have a look?"

This sound surprised Yunxi.

The moment Lanfeng recognized her, there were some changes with the past, and those changes made Yunxi afraid to contact her too much. Painted Lanfeng squatting, while Yunxi just looked down at her: "what are you going to do?"

The painting Lanfeng got up and the faint smell of medicine came to her face.

This medicine fragrance is different from the past. Even his internal power can't be released. Yunxi just feels weak and sits directly on the stool with a pale face: "you --"