When the dim light of the morning sun fell on Lan Yin's eyelids, the first morning drum gradually spread from Chengtian Gate. The street drums on the north and south streets also began to respond, and the drums in the temple also sounded.
Lan Yin was woken up, turned around impatiently, and immediately lost her balance. Only then did she realize that she was sleeping in a tree, and hurriedly opened her eyes to control her balance.
Hey, where is Cui Yuanzao?
Lan Yin stood at the top of the tree and looked around, only to see Cui Yuanzao walking around Dongchanyuan, not knowing what he was doing.
Lan Yin floated down.
"What are you doing?"
Cui Yuanzao did not stop, walking around and tapping, "There is no secret room or secret passage."
"Would you like to catch a young novice and ask?" Lan Yin rolled up her sleeves and started gearing up.
Cui Yuanzao glanced at her and said calmly: "Pay attention to your manners."
Lan Yin snorted. She actually thought she was embarrassed?
"Then what do you think we should do next?" Lan Yin said angrily.
"Langjun, Langjun, the documents are here."
She saw a beautiful young boy running over from a distance. Lan Yin took a closer look and saw that it was Ling Cong.
Lingcong held up the paperwork in his hand and ran out of breath, "No, bad guys are here too."
"Have you surrounded Zhao Jinggong Temple?"
"We can only guard the front and back doors. Li Shaoqing said there are not enough manpower, so we can only send you these few people. Even Jailer Sun has been sent here."
Cui Yuanzao frowned and was noncommittal.
"With just a few people, I'm afraid that person would have run away long ago. It's not like we can only walk through the door." Lan Yin mocked.
She actually thought about it last night. She and Cui Yuanzao were just two people. If the person last night could jump over the wall, he would have jumped over the wall and left. Why wait until now?
"If you were like a certain person, sleeping soundly, the thieves would have run away long ago." Cui Yuanzao said.
Lan Yin was a little ashamed, but this husband was too petty.
"Before last night, I had already said hello to Wuhou in the village and helped patrol around Zhao Jinggong Temple at night. If there was any movement, they would naturally report it back and forth." Cui Yuanzao looked at the door and said, "What's the sound?"
"It's probably bad people driving away the pilgrims!" Lingcong replied.
"There are pilgrims so early?" Lan Yin couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Isn't it said that there are only a few pilgrims in Zhao Jinggong Temple?"
"Today is the fifteenth day. On every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, pilgrims want to come here to grab the first incense. As soon as the temple door opens, many people pour in. When we arrived, there were already quite a few people." Lingcong replied.
"Oops." Cui Yuanzao walked out quickly.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Cui Yuanzao's anxious look, Lan Yin couldn't help but feel worried. Since she met this man, he has always been calm and leisurely, and she has never seen him in a hurry. What's wrong?
"You are fast, run over and stop the people who are leaving?" Cui Yuanzao shouted to Lan Yin.
"Which door?" Lan Yin was about to jump up, but didn't know which direction to go, so she turned around and asked.
Unexpectedly, Cui Yuanzao stopped, leaned against the corridor wall, closed his eyes and remained silent.
"What's wrong?" Lan Yin stepped back and asked.
Lingcong, who was following behind, quickly opened the silk bag Cui Yuanzao carried, took out a sugar pill, and put it into his mouth.
"Mr. Lang, please take a rest."
Lingcong helped Cui Yuanzao sit on the corridor. Lan Yin couldn't move forward or retreat, so she could only follow him, "Are you okay?"
Lingcong shook his head, took Lan Yin aside, and said in a tearful tone: "My wife, I would like to advise you, don't eat meat and fish for the sake of cultivating Taoism. It's not worth the waste on your body."
"Is he fainting from hunger?" Lan Yin almost laughed out loud.
"Langjun has been weak since he was a child, but when he got older, he devoted himself to practicing Taoism. The doctor said that Langjun's energy and blood are insufficient, so he should carry some snacks with him on weekdays. From now on, he will have to ask my wife." Lingcong said worriedly.
"Okay, okay, leave it to me." Lan Yin took the silk bag and agreed, but she wanted to laugh out loud in her heart to see if he would starve to death in the future.
Lan Yin didn't understand at all what was wrong with Cui Yuanzao, a noble man from a noble family. He couldn't sleep on the high bed and had a soft pillow, so Baba had to go to Taoism and seek suffering.
"What is Jiligulu talking about?"
Lan Yin turned her head, and Cui Yuanzao looked particularly thin in the morning light, looking lonely and pitiful.
Lan Yin unconsciously lowered her voice a little, "Are you feeling better?"
"Why are you still here?" Cui Yuanzao frowned, with a look of disapproval.
"Huh?" Is it wrong to care about his body?
Lan Yin was so angry that she threw the silk bag back to Cui Yuanzao.
"Forget it, it's too late now. Those who should have escaped have already escaped. I blame me for forgetting that today is the fifteenth and not giving the instructions from the beginning." Cui Yuanzao lowered his head, his expression still pale.
"You mean that man escaped last night among the pilgrims?" Lan Yin also wanted to understand at this time, "What should we do now? Are we going to let him get away with it like this?"
Cui Yuanzao closed his eyes and opened them again, calmly, "Try your best to remedy the situation. Ling Cong quickly went to the nearby vendors to inquire, especially those doing the morning market, to see if there are any strange people, especially unfamiliar ones, with signs of suspicious."
"yes."
Lingcong ran away quickly, and Lan Yin looked at Cui Yuanzao, "Then what should I do?"
Cui Yuanzao glanced at Lan Yin. Logically speaking, Lan Yin was a more suitable person than Ling Cong. After all, she had seen the man's back, but after she showed off her superb Qinggong, he was worried about leaving her alone again. Take action.
You and I will go find Zen Master Wu Xin.
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Lan Yin thought Cui Yuanzao was looking for Master Wuxin for some big deal, but she didn't expect that he just asked Master Wuxin to arrange a private room while he wanted to rest.
Cui Yuanzao didn't arrange anything for Lan Yin to do, so she had nothing to do for a while.
Thinking of all the things I have encountered since I left the school and came down the mountain, I felt sad. Now she is even more deprived of freedom, and she still doesn’t know when she will be able to find the person who knew the story and clear her grandfather’s name.
Lan Yin felt miserable in her heart, so she simply untied the sword from her waist, jumped up, and danced with the sword.
She wore a silver-red gauze dress, her very black hair was tied up, and she held a soft sword in her hand. Her steps were light and her figure was slender. As she moved, the petals of the crabapples rotated with the sword wind, making her skin white as white as snow. , it seems that only black, white and red are left in the world.
Cui Yuanzao happened to wake up at this time, and when he pushed open the window grille, he saw such a scene.
He felt frightened for a moment. Was this the Aunt Gongsun that Du Zimei had seen back then?
"Good swordsmanship!"
Suddenly, a male voice sounded. Lan Yin stopped and looked, hey, why is it him?
"Sun Jiucheng." Lan Yin gathered her turban as a gift.
That night, it was Sun Jiucheng who handed her the jade pendant.
"Ms. Yang, you are really good at swordsmanship. I don't know where you learned it? Can you give me some guidance?"
Sun Mao had his own plan when he took the risk to deliver the jade pendant that night. He wanted to stand out in Dali Temple and hoped for a normal promotion. He didn't know how many years it would take. But if he could catch up with Cui Pingshi, it would be much easier.
In fact, in terms of grade, Sun Mao and Cui Yuanzao are comparable, but no one would regard them as the same kind of people.
Cui Yuanzao was born in the Cui family of Qinghe, and had an uncle who was a prime minister. To Sun Mao, he was a figure in the clouds.
When he learned that Cui Pingshi was short of manpower, Sun Mao took the initiative to find Li Shaoqing and got the job.
However, what Sun Mao didn't know was that he really went too far this time.
When Lan Yin saw him, she was a little panicked for a moment. How on earth should she explain that a noble lady knew swordsmanship? She didn't know how to answer.
However, in Cui Yuanzao's eyes, this scene was a different situation.
The woman is delicate and shy, while the man is tall and mighty. They look like a beautiful spring scene.
Cui Yuanzao frowned. He didn't want Sun Mao to see Lan Yin. As soon as Lan Yin confronted Sun Mao, the lie of "soul-locking fragrance" would be exposed.
Cui Yuanzao stepped out of the house and took over the conversation, "Her grandfather asked her to teach her, but it was just a show. It's not surprising."
"I've seen Cui Pingshi." Sun Mao bowed his hands and said, "The temple has been emptied. Do you want to go take a look?"
Cui Yuanzao glanced at Lan Yin who was hiding behind him.
Fortunately, for now, she is afraid of exposing her identity and keeps a distance from Sun Mao, so she doesn't have to worry about them getting too close for the time being.
"Well, let's go to Dongchanyuan and have a look." Cui Yuanzao replied.
