Shengshichun

Chapter 357 My Yulang
In response to Xie Yu's question, Xie Zhang hesitated and was speechless, his old face turned red.

"What nonsense are you talking about? As a father, I respect Mrs. Ning very much. How can I have these unreasonable thoughts about her?"

"This is not an unreasonable thought. My master lives alone, and my mother has passed away many years ago. The two parties are talking about marriage, which is reasonable and legal. You are not a pedantic person, why are you so stubborn?"

Xie Zhang became more serious: "I am dating Mrs. Ning because she is your mentor. 'Once a teacher, always a mother.' Naturally, I cannot alienate myself from her.

"She is willing to spend time and energy cultivating you, which has given our Xie family face. If you are randomly pulling strings here, isn't it blasphemy to her?"

Xie Yu glanced at him: "My master is not like you."

After saying that, she folded her hands and said, "Forget it, since you don't mean it, just pretend I didn't say it.

"Anyway, my master is not short of people to appreciate him. I think the gentleman who lives in Wanbin Building is very suave and charming. Master has repeatedly told Shopkeeper Su to receive him well. It seems that she is probably satisfied."

After saying that, she turned around and stepped up the steps into the mansion.

"stop!"

After hearing this, Xie Zhang paused and immediately took a step forward: "What did you mean when you said there was a gentleman living in Wanbin Building? Isn't that Shopkeeper Feng who came from Huizhou?"

"It's not Shopkeeper Feng. How can I not recognize Shopkeeper Feng?" Very handsome.

"Although he wears common clothes and has rough skin, he is very polite and polite. He looks about the same age as my master, but he calls my master my eldest sister. It seems that we are very close to each other!"

Xie Zhang frowned: "Is there such a thing?"

"Of course!" Xie Yu's voice became louder, "When we were drinking tea just now, didn't you hear Shopkeeper Su talking about the guy in the east courtyard? That's it!
"Father," Xie Yu walked down the steps and came to him, "Since you don't have that intention, why do you still care about this? When my master has good news in the future, let's just remember to give him a generous gift!"

After saying that, she floated briskly to the inner courtyard like a butterfly, leaving Xie Zhang standing there blankly.

……

When Pei Zhan came back from Dali Temple, Fu Zhen was already competing in archery with Liang Xuan in the back garden.

In the hundred-meter-long arrow path, neither of these two people was convinced by the other.

Pei Zhan walked over and picked up a big bow, and shot three arrows from the bow, all of which hit the bull's-eye. He also split an arrow that Liang Xuan finally shot near the bull's-eye.

Liang Xuan was so angry that she started to cheat: "You two ganged up to bully me! Fifth uncle, just wait. When you give birth to a son in the future, I will bully him in the same way!"

Pei Zhan turned around and saw Fu Zhen smiling and not showing any concern. He couldn't close his mouth anymore. He grabbed Liang Xuan's arms and taught him how to draw the bow: "You bastard, you are planning on my son." ! I can’t afford to offend you!”

Fu Zhen sat on the steps behind them, looking at the two of them with his hands on his chin, and gradually the corners of his lips raised.

"What are you laughing at, young lady?"

Guo Song arrived holding several bowls of tea.

Fu Zhen put down his hand, stretched it and said, "I'm looking at you general, you can fight the war and take care of your children."

Guo Song turned his head and glanced, then brought a cup of tea and handed it to her: "The young lady must be discerning and see the benefits of our general."

Fu Zhen glanced at him: "You are so smooth-tongued, how could you work under his clumsy-tongued person?"

Guo Song chuckled: "This subordinate was specially allocated to the general by our master. The master thought that the general talked too little. He thought that people like us who talk a lot should follow him."

"That's right." Fu Zhen turned the cup and looked at the two men in front of them who were shooting arrows seriously. "It would be great if your general could talk like you."

Guo Song frowned: "As long as the young lady is willing to give the general a chance, the general will definitely be transformed and impress you! It must be like an old house on fire, and it will be out of control!"

Fu Zhen glanced at him, took two sips of tea, and said smoothly: "Why are you here to deliver tea? Where are Zi Yan and Tour Xi?"

"It was indeed Bixi who brought tea just now, but my subordinate just happened to come back from Wanbin Tower to reply, so he brought it to her along the way."

"I asked you to protect Mr. Yang in Wanbin Building, why are you back again?" Fu Zhen. I actually remembered this.

"Mr. Yang is preparing to go out at night, and his subordinate is coming back to ask the general for instructions. Do you want to bring someone with you? How many people should you bring with you?"

"Oh? Where are they going?"

"That guard He bought a lot of money for incense candles and paper. It is said that he is going to pay homage to two old friends at night."

Fu Zhen stopped eating tea when she heard this. She nodded silently for a moment and said, "I understand. Today, August 12, he is going to pay homage to the father and son. Seven years ago today, it was the day when the Baiyu Hutong case occurred. day."

At this point, he added: "Then if you just follow me, won't it be over?"

"But Mr. Yang said not to let us follow."

Fu Zhen pondered again.

Yang Yi is used to traveling all over the world, so he really won't be too used to this kind of pomp and circumstance. What's more, he made it clear that he didn't want to be the eldest son of the emperor, so being able to accept Guo Song and the others' protection in Wanbin Tower was already a great honor.

Thinking of this, she raised her head, put her hands to her mouth, and shouted to Pei Zhan: "Yulang!"

Pei Zhan had just finished drawing the bow when he suddenly heard these two words. He lost control of his hands and the arrows on the string flew around, flying to the eaves diagonally opposite!
Guo Song was already choking and coughing.

Liang Xuan's eyes flashed everywhere: "Who is Yulang?"

Guo Song quickly put down the tray, trotted forward and dragged the little ancestor away.

Pei Zhan had an unclear expression on his face. He looked at Fuzhen, who was sitting calmly in the distance: "Where did you hear the name?!"

Fu Zhen shrugged: "I asked my mother, and she said that when you were still in your infancy, you looked like a white dough. That pink-haired girl, who looked like a little girl, gave you a nickname. Yulang.”

Pei Zhan's face was as serious as a coffin board: "Don't listen to her nonsense! Who looks like a little girl? I don't!"

"Yes, it doesn't look like you. You are a great hero. But Yulang, Guo Song just said that Mr. Yang is going to pay homage to his old friend at night, and he doesn't want Guo Song and the others to follow him. What do you think?"

Pei Zhan didn't know which part of her words to pick. In the end, Yang Yi's side is more important: "Where will he go to worship?"

"That's what I want to know too. But they didn't say anything."

Liang Ning also had a relationship with the father and son who fell in a pool of blood in Baiyun Hutong, but he never knew where their bodies went.

Pei Zhan put his hands on his hips and thought for a moment, then said: "He won't let Guo Song and the others follow him, but we can't seriously not protect him. I'll go there myself."

Fu Zhen nodded: "Yu Lang is very considerate. But to avoid misunderstanding, we have to offer to go with them openly."

Pei Zhan's scalp was numb as she kept saying "Yulang" again and again. He hesitated and said, "Can you stop calling me that?"

Fu Zhen spread his hands: "You don't let me call you Zhan'er, and you don't let me call you Yulang, then what should I call you? You choose one."

Pei Zhan was speechless.

He raised his hand and touched the back of his head a few times. Seeing her relaxed expression, he reluctantly said, "Whatever you want!"

After saying that, he walked out the door.

Fu Zhen followed with a smile: "Then we have to hurry up, it's getting dark soon, Yulang, you haven't showered or changed yet!"

Before she could finish her words, Pei Zhan had already run away.

……

After autumn, it gets dark early. Just after dinner, dusk had already enveloped the earth.

Fortunately, the autumn weather is crisp and the bright moon hangs high in the sky, which does not affect travel.

Yang Yi asked He Zhao to take the incense candle paper money and wait for him at the side door. He walked to the front hall and found Mrs. Ning.

"The old father and son who died in Baiyue Hutong have no relatives alive anymore. I happened to be in the capital, so I went to pay homage to them. Sister, there is no need to hold a door for me. When I come back, I can just go in through the side door of my yard."

Mrs. Ning was worried about him: "Is it far away? Where are they buried?"

"It's at Longquan Temple inside the North City Gate."

"Longquan Temple is full of warrior monks, so how do you get in?"

Yang Yi took out a piece of simple jade from his waist: "I still have the jade that my mother left for me. It has the emblem of Zhou Jun engraved on it. I think many yamen in the court still use it. I want to come to the monks there." It won’t embarrass me.”

Mrs. Ning nodded: "Then go and come back quickly."

Yang Yi nodded.

After saying hello here, he met He Zhao and went out.

……

Pei Zhan said that he would follow Yang Yi out alone. How could Fu Zhen not participate in such a thing?
Pei Zhan couldn't defeat her anyway, just her calling Yulang all the time was enough for him.

The two of them were still halfway through when they met the guard who had followed Guo Song to Wanbin Tower:

"Mrs. Ning sent her subordinates to send a message to the general and the young lady. Mr. Yang left the house a quarter of an hour ago without any guards. Please make a decision quickly, general."

Pei Zhan asked directly: "Where are they going?"

"Longquan Temple inside the North City Gate."

Fu Zhen immediately said: "It's easier to handle in the city."

Pei Zhan nodded: "Go directly to Longquan Temple."

……

The previous dynasty advocated Buddhism and built many temples in the capital over the past few hundred years. Longquan Temple has a history and is said to be a branch of the famous Songshan Temple.

Therefore, this temple occupies a large area, with four main halls at the front and back, and a small hillside at the end.

Yang Yi opened the temple door, showed the jade sign, and successfully reached the hillside behind.

The hillside is covered with four-season fruit trees. There are also two small monasteries where pilgrims usually live, so the monks were not surprised by their purpose.

The two walked up the mountain along the path, and using the trees as a guide, they came to an inconspicuous piece of land on the mountainside.

He Zhao knelt down, compared the nearby trees left and right, then calculated the exact position, and used his sword to dig open the soil in one of them.

There was a stone tablet three inches below the soil surface. He Zhao turned around and said, "This is it."

After saying that, he restored the soil layer to its original state, then lit incense candles and paper money.

Pei Zhan and Fu Zhen hurriedly arrived at Longquan Temple. The monks under his disciples pointed the direction, and then they went straight towards the hillside behind the temple.

But before he reached the courtyard wall leading to the hillside, Fu Zhen turned to look at the Zen courtyard on the other side of the temple.

"what happened?"

Pei Zhan noticed something strange.

Fu Zhen held his hand and pointed in the direction of the Zen Temple with the other hand: "It seems that a big shot lives in this temple tonight."

The monastery over there was now brightly lit. Although the bright moonlight was still not enough for them to see the specific scene clearly from such a distance, the figures coming and going under the veranda could still be seen no matter what.

Pei Zhan pulled him down the hillside: "It's just a high official in the court. It's important that we find the eldest son of the emperor first."

Fu Zhen agreed, so he crossed the courtyard wall shoulder to shoulder.

The evening wind blew through the forest, rustling above the head.

The burning incense was densely covered by the dense branches.

After Yang Yi burned the last piece of paper, he knelt down on one knee and stared at the mound in front of him.

The burned paper changed from shiny to dim, and gradually reduced to a wisp of smoke.

In the end, even this wisp of smoke disappeared in the wind.

He Zhao accompanied him silently. The master and servant looked like two stone sculptures.

Suddenly He Zhao glanced sideways and forward, and then said: "Lord..."

Yang Yi also raised his head and saw a lantern lighting up in front of him. It looked like a master and a servant, walking slowly towards him.

The master who was walking in front was wearing loose robes. When the evening breeze blew by, one could tell at a glance that the clothes were of excellent quality and floated gently, thus outlining his thin figure. The view is unobstructed, as light as a paper kite falling in the forest.

Their chances of walking were slow, but getting closer.

Yang Yi slowly straightened up and stared at them.

It wasn't until they finally came in front of them that he took a step forward.

The man stopped, couldn't control his breath, covered his lips and coughed a few times, then stopped breathing, raised his head and said with a smile: "Brother."

……

Pei Zhan pulled Fu Zhen out of the courtyard wall and onto the stone road leading to the hillside monastery.

However, just as he stepped onto the first step, a flickering light in the middle of the forest also fell into his eyes.

He stopped suddenly. Now it was Fu Zhen's turn to be confused: "What's wrong?"

Pei Zhan frowned: "There are lanterns in the forest."

Fu Zhen paused and looked intently, and sure enough he saw that the flickering light was not like the firelight produced by burning paper, but indeed the light of a lantern.

But before he could think further, Pei Zhan had already grabbed her waist and quickly led her to the shadows.

"Someone."

Pei Zhan spoke in his ear angrily. He stared at the foot of the mountain ahead with burning eyes: "And there's more than one person."

Fu Zhen touched his hand that was still around her waist, and then said sweetly, "My Yulang is really responsive."

A sudden burst of blood rushed to Pei Zhan's face, making him blush.

He suddenly felt weak and said like a mosquito: "Look at the front first... That's not He Zhao, nor His Highness. Who are they? Why are they guarding here?"