Water Recovery System

Shen Jiayan lived unfettered in the Tingchan Temple, but after hearing Su Yun's experience over there, Yan cried loudly and cursed Su Yichen incessantly.

Yan Shi and Yan Yu are both a kind of person in their bones-Ning to teach me to take the world, and not to teach the world to take me. It can only be that they frame others, and others cannot fight back; it can only be that they insult others, and others can step on their heads.

Yan looked at Su Yun, whose temperament had changed overnight, and his resentment towards Su Yichen reached its peak.

If it weren't for that **** ran away, how could his son suffer such a shame?

Yan cried out of breath while holding Su Yun, but after calming down, he gritted his teeth and said, "Jun'er, you must never tell your father about this! Otherwise, depending on your father's temperament, this will happen in the future. Su Mansion is either the third or fourth, and we can't make wedding dresses for others."

Su Yun aroused a sneer in Yan's arms: "Mother, don't worry, the child knows what is at stake, and he can't talk nonsense! It's just that the child has one thing and needs help from the mother."

"Jun'er you say, you say! Even if my mother gave up this life, she will definitely help you." Yan Shi embraced Su Yun and agreed without hesitation.

"Tomorrow will be the Flower God Festival. The emperor invites the officials, and the Master of Sanskrit and Su Yichen will definitely go." Su Yun handed the powder made from the pill to Yan's hand. "Mother, you also have a hand in the palace. Tomorrow If you can seal this powder in the candle above the altar, it will be a favor for your son."

This pill, but when he was working as a cowherd back then, he stole the best pill in the space.

Don't say it is the effect of the powder ground from the whole pill. Ordinary people can't bear it even if they inhale a little of this powder.

Su Yun's eyes are full of mockery: Not to be shaken by money and beauty? Heh, he wanted to see how the Sanskrit Master, who was not shaken by beauty, would make a fool of himself in the eyes of everyone tomorrow.

The Flower God Festival is the birthday of the Flower God. And because of the saying that "Kaoh is in charge of human fertility", the folks have the custom of admiring flowers and cutting five-color paper on flower branches that day.

In the palace, the emperor would entertain his officials on that day. At the same time, ministers can also bring their family members to participate. If the young lady of any family sees it right, he can also ask the emperor to give him a marriage and make a good story.

As a national teacher, Fanyin will offer sacrificial dances to worship the Flower God every time on the Flower God Festival.

Yan received the powder, and did not ask what the effect of the powder was. A vicious color flashed in his eyes: "Jun'er, don't worry, my mother will do it for you. I will never let it go. People find any handle."

Su Yun nodded slightly and looked very satisfied.

Flower festival. Inside the palace.

It was night, the moon crooked like a hook, and the clear moonlight poured down in the imperial garden.

The overlapping white lotuses in the pool became more shy and beautiful against the backdrop of the green leaves, and the faint lotus fragrance floated in the air, refreshing. Both sides of the path paved by white jade are filled with crystal orchids, crystal clear, like jade handles, luminous and warm.

The exquisitely crafted lantern is engraved with pictures of stunning beauties, and the candlelight inside illuminates the delicacies on the desk.

A full set of famille rose longevity meal set on the table, accompanied by silverware wine glasses, is magnificent. Bird's nest chicken soup, braised bear paw in fish house, steamed deer tail, hibiscus egg...flies in the sky, runs on land, swims in the sea, everything, can be said to be extravagant.

The officials were all praising the seven prince Wei Chi Yan's errand for a beautiful job! Even the emperor blushed and looked quite satisfied.

The prince and the sixth prince congratulated Yuchi Yan with a smile, and the two sang together as if they were singing.

"Brother, you said this dog that bites, doesn't it never bark?" The sixth prince raised his glass and raised it to the seventh prince, pointing to Sang and cursing Huai.

"Yes, sixth." The prince snorted coldly. "You said that we have been fighting over the years, but it has made the most inactive people take advantage of it."

"Who makes some people have no ability at all, just play tricks and pretend to be pitiful. Isn't it just the same as his mother and concubine back then?" The six prince squinted at Wei Chi Yan, disdainful.

"It's a pity, it's useless even if you try your best." The prince sneered, "I wrestled deliberately in the past to arouse the pity of my father, but it is a pity that the child born is a sick child, and he was denounced After a meal, break into the cold palace. Tsk tsk, the organs are really too clever to count, and Qing Qing's life has been missed!"

Having said this, the prince turned his head and asked Yuchiyan: "Seventh brother, don't you think?"

The smile on Yuchiyan's face was still gentle, neither humble nor overbearing, and said, "Big Brother said yes, that's it." But the hands hidden in the sleeves burst out with veins, and blood was pinched out of the palms.

The Sixth Prince wanted to say something to humiliate Yu Chi Yan, and the dull drums on the altar had already sounded.

Everyone looked up at the sacrificial platform, Sanskrit was dressed in a complicated and noble sacrificial robe, with Sanskrit embroidered with gold silk on it. Just in harmony with the rhythm of the drums, dancing the sacrificial dance.

Sacrifice, one sacrifice to the sky, two sacrifices to the earth, and three sacrifices to the flower god.

Sanskrit's eyes were slightly closed, and words of prayer were murmured in his mouth, and the candlelight flickered, giving him a faint brilliance, like a banished immortal coming from the moon, with a holy expression.

When Su Yun saw the Sanskrit sound, she was shocked.

People are always attracted to things that are completely different from themselves. The more you fumble in the mud and darkness, the easier it is to yearn for a sunny place.

How attractive would it be to pull such a lofty, ruthless and unloving person off the altar, and let him infect himself little by little with the love and love of the world?

Su Yun almost changed his mind the moment he was watching the Sanskrit—he didn’t intend to destroy the Sanskrit. He wanted this person to belong to him, completely to him!

So, when Fanyin finished the sacrifice dance, Su Yun immediately greeted him and stretched out his hand to help him: "Guo Shi, your face is not very good, if I help you to rest, okay?"

Fanyin's eyes were blurred, he only felt that he was very hot, and he couldn't even see who was supporting him. He only remembered that he just smelled a strange fragrance on the altar, so someone should have poisoned him.

What kind of poison is this weird? Except for the whole body is hot and the limbs are weak, there are no other abnormalities?

Fan Yin's eyebrows were slightly folded, with a forbearing expression, and he reached out and refused: "Don't touch the poor monk." For some reason, when he touched the skin of the man, he felt cold and very comfortable. It's just that this person's touch is too slippery, he doesn't like it.

Su Yun also stretched out his hand to help Sanskrit. Shen Jiayan had already ran over from a short distance: "Master, what's the matter with you?" He also carried two lanterns in his hands, one hibiscus and one lotus.

Hearing Shen Jiayan's familiar "Master", the Sanskrit sound barely awakened a little.

Fanyin pushed Su Yun away, his slender fingers tightly grabbed Shen Jiayan’s sleeves, like a drowning man finally caught a piece of driftwood: “Yunchen, it’s a little uncomfortable to be a teacher, you help you take a rest as a teacher ."

"Okay." Shen Jiayan hesitated, threw away the hibiscus lantern in his left hand, and put the whole body of Sanskrit on his body, with his fingers clasped tightly.

Van Yin's sleeve slipped down, exposing the Buddha string inside. The dark buddha beads are lined with the vermilion red beans, which is really beautiful.

It's just that Su Yun's eyes deepened when he saw the Buddha string. He had an impression of the red beans on the Buddha string. He had seen it in Su Yichen's room.

It is said that it was the relic left to him by Su Yichen and his mother, and it was also a token of love between his mother and Prime Minister Su. Now it's in the hands of Fanyin...

Su Yun's expression was a bit ugly: "I can't tell Su Yichen how much you still have to do."

Shen Jiayan was too lazy to talk to Su Yun, dragged the Sanskrit and walked towards Yuchiyan's inner hall. But in the middle of the journey, he was stopped by Su Yun again: "Second brother, don't you really want to know what happened to this Sanskrit Master?"

When Su Yun was talking, Sanskrit's hot nose spit out between Shen Jiayan's neck, and there was a numbness, and Shen Jiayan almost fell to the ground with a weak leg.

Shen Jiayan thought of something subconsciously, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Su Yun with anger, and asked: "What did you do?"

Su Yun smiled softly and stretched out his tongue to lick his lips: "I didn't do anything, I just did what you wanted to do but didn't dare to do."

Shen Jiayan suddenly remembered the plot in the material he had read: "You have drugged him!"

It's just that it says "Sanskrit has been involved in the tricks of an evil man, so I have a relationship with Su Yun". It now seems that whether this "traitor" is Su Yun himself is really open to question.

Su Yun's eyes widened in surprise: "I can't tell, Su Yichen, you are not too stupid."

Shen Jiayan couldn't help but cursed Su Yun: "Despicable."

"Su Yichen, the medicine I gave him has no solution." Su Yun smiled in his chest: "If you don't give me people, you have to use yourself as an antidote. Are you not afraid of him waking up? In the future, I hate you and hate you, thinking that you have ruined his heart toward the Buddha. In the end, he won’t even be regarded as a teacher and a student?"

"But I am different." Su Yun stretched out his hand to pick up the Sanskrit, "Anyway, you also said that I am despicable, I am not afraid of these."

Shen Jiayan took a few steps back and did not hand him over as Su Yun had imagined. Instead, he pushed Sanskrit on his body again: "Su Yun, if this medicine is really unsolvable. Then I would rather destroy him with my own hands, it is me, not you."

After saying these words, Shen Jiayan ignored Su Yun's ugly face, and left with his help.