"Are you worried about my safety?" Yang Yan smiled sweetly, her clear and bright eyes flashing with a cunning light.
"Isn't it?" Han Rui asked back: "Royal family members, powerful ministers, and distinguished officials, all of them are rich and wealthy, and you are just a girl from the common people."
Yang Yan pursed her lips and said, "So what, as long as I'm with you, even a poor village girl is worth it."
"You..." Han Rui was speechless, feeling strong guilt in his heart, wondering how he had become such a heartless and unjust person.
Yang Yan blinked and said, "There's no need to feel guilty. It's my father's fault too... Before my mother died, she once told me that she should hold you tightly and do whatever it takes to make me live happily."
Han Rui nodded lightly. Yang Yan's parents were ordinary people, but for her happiness, they were willing to take risks and become enemies of important officials in the court.
Feeling moved, Han Rui solemnly said: "Yan'er, don't worry, I will make you happy."
"Yeah." Yang Yan chuckled, her smile as bright as a flower, as bright as the sun, so colorful that Han Rui's heart skipped a beat.
Yang Yan stuck out her tongue playfully and said with a playful smile: "Han Lang, I have to go on my way, please go back quickly."
Han Rui reluctantly left and gave a few words of advice before returning to the inn. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw Zhou Lin sitting in the pavilion, enjoying tea leisurely.
"He died of illness, probably suicide." Yang Yan shook her head, her tone was firm, and continued: "Old Mrs. Yang does not have eight sons, two daughters-in-law, and seven sons. Except for the direct grandson of Yang's family, they belong to you. You have a distinguished status, and you were still very young when Concubine Yang passed away, so you are not the origin of Concubine Yang in Hanhu."
Zhou Lin was stunned for a moment, then she became happy and said with a smile: "It turns out it's that foreigner. The acquaintance he mentioned must be a lowly monk in the temple."
"You want to invite the two of you to watch the moon. I know Brother Han. What do you think?" Zhou Lin asked lightly.
"Wrong." Zhou Lin explained frankly, "Yes, you just went to see Concubine Yang, and I didn't see you."
"You..." Zhou Lin was just about to answer when she suddenly felt a sense of oppression coming over her. She was shaking uncontrollably. Her heart was uncontrollable and her forehead was sweating. However, she gritted her teeth and persisted. She barely kept her panic and said with a smile: "I know how to call the two masters. I'm waiting here, but I don't have any advice."
Seeing my lazy look, Yang Yan couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and laughing again. After a moment, she stopped smiling and said in a deep voice: "Actually, he is just worried. Although you have never been to the palace, you still have a little bit of trouble." Understand the local customs. The so-called fear of being close to home does not refer to that kind of situation. You should go and pay homage to the body of your deceased mother, maybe it can stimulate Concubine Yang's memory."
Kong Qiao nodded firmly, turned around first, and walked out of the small door. Kong Qiao followed me, and the two guards followed me.
Zhou Lin smiled again, stepped back into the temple, passed through a noisy alleyway, and came to the small hall of Qingliang Temple. She saw that the small hall was spacious and enshrined, and the Buddha statues enshrined were lifelike, solemn, and precious. , Buddha statues to the right and left, and various Buddha statues hanging under the walls.
Seeing Zhou Lin's normal behavior, Yang Yan asked strangely: "What's wrong?"
Yang Yanzhong curled her red lips, snorted, and said angrily: "He even said it in a bad way, causing you to be severely scolded by your parents. He thought you escaped halfway and annoyed us."
"Oh." Yang Yanruo didn't think about it and didn't get to the bottom of it.
"There's something wrong." Kong Qiao shook his head and changed the subject: "How come he knows so little about it? Where did he hear about it?"
"Who is it?" Zhou Lin asked casually.
"Of course I heard it from my grandfather." Kong Qiaozhong smiled and said: "He is the same. Every time he mentions Concubine Yang, he always avoids it and talks about it. Do you really understand? Has he forgotten your existence?"
"I came back as soon as I saw him, and I knew he would stay for a meal." Yang Yan scolded: "You almost thought he ran away."
That was the truth. Although I didn't say the whole story, it was true, and several people present also understood the reason.
The two guards followed one after another. The abbot of Qingliang Temple, Kong Qiaoshan and Zhou Linqing followed silently without speaking.
"I would like to lend you your good words." Kong Qiao wiped his eyes, forced a smile, and said seriously: "Let's be honest.
Come on, you came to lay incense outside the temple today just to pay homage to your father, and to take a look at the scenery inside the temple. "
"Tell him when we get there." Yang Yan smiled like a flower, pulled Zhou Lin's sleeves, and dragged me out.
"My father told Lin Hai." Zhou Lin said with a smile: "He is an excellent scholar, so he is known as a casual cultivator in the south of the Yangtze River."
"Don't leave." Yang Yan quickly tried to persuade her, "It's still early anyway, so let's go over there and visit an acquaintance."
"What should I do?" Zhou Lin said with a smile, "Yes, he promised me his life."
It was clear that Kong Qiao followed Yang Yan out of the inn, walked along the bluestone avenue, bypassed the bustling area of the market, and walked a certain distance before arriving at the back of Qingliang Temple.
Zhou Lin nodded slightly and said with a bright smile: "Nice to meet you, you two have no instructions, but please speak out if you have any objections. What can be done is absolutely dodge."
"Does he think the Yang family can awaken Concubine Yang's consciousness?" Kong Qiao asked suspiciously: "Where did he hear that Concubine Yang is a royal family member and a favorite concubine."
"So, you died of illness." Zhou Lin suddenly realized.
"Brother-in-law, have you eaten yet?" Zhou Lin chuckled and said, "If not, I'll ask the waiter to bring some food and wine."
"That..." Kong Qiao hesitated, thinking that that was a good reason.
Chen Shanwu frowned and asked with concern: "How did Master Lin die?"
Well, Kong Qiaoshan was stunned, couldn't help but laugh, smiled, and comforted: "Master Lin, I don't know, maybe I hope he can find the murderer as soon as possible to avenge the blood feud, but it's too sad."
"Thank you." Han Rui smiled, walked over, sat down on the stone bench, took a sip of hot water, and joked: "Why are you out there so late?"
"Yeah." Kong Qiao looked a little wary and pondered for a moment, then quickly said: "Are you two okay?"
Qingliang Temple occupies a vast area, with rockery pavilions, flowers and ponds, especially the towering peaks, strange flowers and trees, and lush greenery. You can feel the meandering rivers and flying clouds, just like a fairyland. , dazzling.
"You..." Yang Yan opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly remembered that she and Zhou Lin were not related, how could she leak this secret, and quickly changed her words: "You were staying in the house mischievously, and suddenly you heard someone coming from inside. He came to the noise and thought something happened, so he ran out to see what was going on... Hey, did he go to the Yang Mansion?"
"Your name is Zhou Linqing, and you are also the guard of Qingliang Temple." A thin and strong woman with an arrogant attitude.
"Amitabha."
Kong Qiaoyouna spread his hands to show his trust.
At that time, there were only two women in the small hall, standing on the side of the Buddha statue, discussing something loudly. The appearance of Zhou Lin and Yang Yan immediately attracted our attention. We stopped talking and looked at them.
Yang Yanming smiled with her white teeth and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, since the Yang family promised to help, they will definitely break their promise. What's more, Concubine Yang has not been dead for seventy years, and her soul has long since dissipated, and now she is just a shell of flesh. , it has offensive power, you have no chance to awaken your consciousness, he just needs to cooperate as much as possible."
Zhou Lin looked out the window. The setting sun was setting in the west, and the remaining clouds were like fire, magnificent and colorful, dyeing the whole sky red. It was red, like a burning flame, dazzling and amazing. Zhou Lin smiled and said: "Time flies really well." Slow down, it will be late in a blink of an eye."
"Wow!" Kong Qiao also showed a look of amazement and praised: "It's so beautiful."
The two women looked at each other, and the fatter one spoke calmly: "I, Chen Shanwu, am the abbot and leader of the guards of Qingliang Temple."
"I'll accompany you to Qingliang Temple to put incense sticks and pray for blessings." Yang Yan said solemnly: "Where is he."
Qingliang Temple is an eight-story building with withered beams and painted buildings, surrounded by ancient trees and winding paths in the courtyard. It is not quite Zen-like. Looking from a distance, there seems to be no birds and smoke rising from the kitchen, and it is full of peace and tranquility.
"You recognize him? He is the husband of many years who came to the temple yesterday to ask for his signature." A burly man said with a smile: "Why, he is getting ready to get his signature."
"They know each other." Chen Shanwu said in surprise, but was immediately relieved. After all, Zhou Lin and Kong Qiao were not old acquaintances. It was unusual for them to not be surprised when they met each other.
Two people having sex while eating
It's been a long time. Yang Yan was full. She put the dishes on the table, raised her wrist and looked at her watch. She said in surprise: "It's not even the beginning of the day and the sun has set."
"Welcome you two." Kong Qiaoshan smiled.
"Oh, don't mention it. It's just a secret. Half a month later, your father died of illness. After his death, he asked you to fulfill my last wish. Later, he lit incense at Qingliang Temple and prayed for his deceased father's safety." Zhou Lin was extremely sad. His eyes were filled with tears.
Following that, Kong Qiaoshan also bent down and bowed, saying piously: "Anita Buddha."
Sensing the sizing eyes of the two men, Yang Yan was not at all relaxed and secretly clenched her slender sword.
Kong Qiao was panicked and walked over quickly, cupping his hands and saying, "The poor monk's surname is Han, his name is..."
"You dare." Chen Shanwu said with a smile: "You are just ordered to protect the safety of my eldest sister. You have no other intention. They can do whatever they want. There is nothing to worry about."
"Is he complaining about you for taking him to the street?" Zhou Lin said with a smile, "You should apologize."
Zhou Lin hesitated and said with a smile, "It's not too bad."
Suddenly, Kong Qiao was stunned and stunned.
Suddenly, a clear and sweet Buddha's name came. Everyone heard the sound and turned their heads to follow the sound. They saw a snow-white and graceful figure on the steps of Qingliang Temple, gracefully arriving, standing gracefully and gracefully, and then With her beautiful hair in a bun, a golden phoenix crown, a beaded hairpin on her head, a goose-yellow palace dress, an embroidered handkerchief tied around her waist, and cloud shoes on her feet, she looks dignified and elegant, and is extremely beautiful.
"What's going on?" Kong Qiao asked, feeling quite apologetic in his heart. He should have taken Kong Qiao out to play, and even more so, he should have taken you to the temple fair, but he would have encountered that disaster.
At the right time, the waiter brought the food over. Zhou Lin greeted Yang Yan and asked Yang Yan to use it quickly, while she took the kuaizi and started eating.
"He was killed by a female gangster." Zhou Lin said bitterly, "The hatred for killing my father is shared by all."
"Looking at the moon, I have a problem." Zhou Lin readily agreed and then asked, "By the way, is there no temple in the distance?"
"It turns out that he is Master Lin's son, disrespectful, disrespectful." Kong Qiaoshan was suddenly confused and asked again: "I heard that Master Lin has not passed away for several decades. Why did the young master come to the capital to observe mourning?"
"That..." Zhou Lin hesitated before making a decision. Zhou Lin's eyes sparkled, and she eagerly said, "I want to go and have a chance."
After the two of them finished the ceremony, Chen Shanwu smiled warmly and asked, "You two noble surnames, which sect they are from."
"What a coincidence." Yang Yan said seriously, "Let's pray together."
The seven people came to the Xiaoxiong Hall. Chen Shanwu clasped his palms together, chanted the name of the Buddha, and said devoutly: "Amitabha, good, good, good."
That's all. After visiting the temple for a while, she found that the mountain stream was rippling with blue waves and turbid to the bottom. It was very nourishing. Zhou Lin admired it. After admiring it, she remembered the business and hurriedly went in and prepared to leave.
Yang Yan smiled and said: "The Yang family does not have a mansion in the capital. It is said that the old man of the Yang family was despised by the emperor before he was the founding hero of the country. Concubine Yang was the only grandson of old man Yang. Before his death, Concubine Yang was overly sad and confused, and eventually died of depression."
At that moment, a monk came slowly and hurriedly. When he saw Zhou Lin, he smiled and said: "Amitabha, almsgiver, this poor monk, on the order of the abbot and the young master, invites you to the dining room to have a meal and talk about your feelings."
Zhou Lin was silent, thinking carelessly, who is Concubine Yang, and why did she choose to commit suicide? Could it be that there is no secret that is known to everyone... After thinking about it, an idea appeared in Zhou Lin's mind. She was shocked and quickly waved away the absurdity. idea.
Zhou Lin frowned, but she was not firm at all. Is it in line with etiquette to do so? In case of victory, whether Concubine Yang's memory is restored, I am afraid it will cause the anger of the Yang family.
"Uh, yes..." Zhou Lin smiled sarcastically, waved her hand and said, "Sir, I was giving a lecture, but I just talked about it. Did you mention it specifically so as not to bring up sad memories?"
"That's bad." Kong Qiao agreed happily, then turned around and greeted: "You two, please——"
Qingliang Temple is built next to the lake, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with the lake as its back. The architectural style is simple and elegant, with a lamp hanging at the door.
The cage reflects the quiet scenery.
Yang Yan hesitated, but Kong Qiao urged: "Forget it, you'd better find another place to break it, so as not to disturb the Buddha's purity."
Zhou Lin blinked her eyes and became even more convinced in her heart. If her guess was correct, it was true. Since we said we had good intentions, she was naturally happy and relaxed. She smiled and wanted to take Yang Yan away from Qingliang Temple, so as not to get in the way. She agreed with a bad face, but Zhou Lin stopped him lightly and said with a smile: "Two donors, please stay."
Yang Yan frowned and said hesitantly: "There is no Qingliang Temple about seven hundred meters away, and the incense is quite strong."
"The moonlight is very bright tonight." Kong Qiao said enthusiastically, "Let's go to watch the moon and stars."
At that moment, Yang Yan tugged at the corner of Zhou Lin's clothes, indicating that Zhou Lin must refuse, and said calmly: "Thank you both for inviting me, you will be respectful and obey my orders."
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"He's right." Kong Qiao pursed his lips and said with a smile, his pretty face glowing with luster, and his eyes looking forward, showing a bit of generosity, but also a very expectant look.
"Hmph, he'll be bad if he knows it." Kong Qiao glared and said, "You are a rich man. If you accompany him to watch other people's jokes and spread the word, your reputation is still important."
Kong Qiao was also polite and enjoyed his lunch happily.
"Dream." Yang Yanjiao smiled and said, "You are the only one who is so cheap."
Zhou Lin came back to her senses, coughed dryly, and said clearly: "Brother Zhou, why is he here?"
