imperial coddle

Chapter 173
When Yan Qingjun came out, he looked at Nangong Lingchen who was waiting for him not far away, walked up a few steps, looked around and was a little puzzled if he didn't see Tu Xiangxiang.

"Where's my mother?"

"She's gone to draw lots."

Yan Qingjun knew that she probably went to draw lots for Yan Feiyun. Although she didn't say anything, Yan Qingjun knew that the two old people actually missed him very much.

It suddenly occurred to him that he asked his father to resign today, and he didn't know if he was right.

Nangong Lingchen knew what she was thinking just by looking at her probing eyes.

He leaned sideways and whispered to her: "Don't look, I won't allow the Grand Master to resign, you, don't worry about it."

……

Yan Qingjun rolled his eyes speechlessly, how did he know what he was thinking in his heart, if he didn't allow it, he wouldn't allow it, his tone was so domineering, and he even slapped others on the head, it was extremely annoying.

"Humph."

Yan Qingjun snorted, ignored Nangong Lingchen, and turned his face away.

At this time a little monk stepped forward.

"Amitabha, is the surname of the benefactor Yan?"

Yan Qingjun came back to his senses and looked at the little monk in front of him, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, this is calling himself, it should be like this, it is not impolite for others to respect her so much.

"I am, what's the matter?"

The little monk looked very polite, bent over and continued, "Uncle Puhui has asked Master Yan to go to the uncle's meditation room to have a talk."

Yan Qingjun raised his eyebrows, he didn't say that he came to offer incense today, mother is still drawing lots, so how does this master know himself, but she is here anyway, why don't we just see what the old monk is doing Things are just fine.

"Okay, thank you little master."

Naturally, Nangong Lingchen didn't let her go alone, so Nangong Lingchen followed along. The little monk just glanced at Nangong Lingchen, but didn't say anything. He led the way seriously, and they arrived soon. It is a very quiet yard, and there are many bamboos planted at the gate of the yard.

Yan Qingjun always prefers bamboos, so when he saw this large area of ​​purple bamboos, he naturally took a second look. These bamboos grow very regularly, and it is obvious that they are usually carefully taken care of. It means that a monk actually likes those things that literati like.

"Little master, are these purple bamboos planted by Master Puhui?"

"Yes, Uncle Master cherishes these bamboos very much, and no one can touch them except himself..."

Yan Qingjun raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. He followed the little monk all the way to the courtyard. Yan Qingjun glanced at it. The courtyard really doesn't look very good, but the decoration inside is very particular. Now, Yan Qingjun is more and more curious about what kind of person this Master Puhui is.

Soon the little monk stopped and stood at the door of a room. The little monk turned his head and bowed to the two of them, and said to Yan Qingjun:

"Benefactor Yan, please come in. This benefactor please wait outside. The uncle only called Master Yan."

As soon as the little monk finished speaking, Nangong Lingchen's hunting eyes narrowed slightly, with a dangerous light shining, and a cold aura continued to emanate from his body.

The little monk looked unshakable, and was not afraid of Nangong Lingchen at all.

Yan Qingjun looked at Nangong Lingchen, who was rarely deflated, and was immediately happy, but she naturally couldn't show it on the surface.

"Chen, you are waiting for me here. You are just a monk. Don't worry about what you can do to me."

Hearing Yan Qingjun's words, Nangong Lingchen withdrew a little cold air, but his face was still dark and ugly, and he said in a deep voice, "It doesn't look so normal here, you have to be careful."

"Well, I know, I went in."

Yan Qingjun only knew that he was worried about himself. In fact, Yan Qingjun himself had no background. This Master Puhui was indeed a little weird, and he blamed himself. If he was not so curious today, these things would not have happened. Yan Qingjun just left At the door, the door opened automatically. Yan Qingjun looked back at Nangong Lingchen, and walked in with a reassuring look.

The room was very dark, this was Yan Qingjun's first impression. As soon as Yan Qingjun stood firm in the room, the door closed automatically. The moment the door closed, all the lights in the room turned on, and Yan Qingjun Qing Jun looked around carefully, the furnishings in the house were very simple, except for the necessary things, there was almost nothing else to see.

But they are surprisingly neat. It can be seen that their owner loves them very much. There is an unfinished chess game on the table on one side. Yan Qingjun took a closer look and found that it was a dead chess game. Yan Qingjun was a little curious about who Will put a dead end here, there should be no way to force it.

"Do you think this is a game of dead chess and you can't win at all?"

Hearing the voice, Yan Qingjun came back to his senses, turned around and saw a man standing behind him, at a glance, Yan Qingjun took a breath, this man, except for the black hair, he was similar to the fog It is almost the same, except that the aura exuding from his body is different from that of the mist. The mist is the kind of person exuding a dangerous aura, and the man in front of him is more suitable for a fairy. His purple eyes give people a kind of inlaid Feeling like gemstones, the air exuding from the whole body is spotless, and it is matched with a fresh and noble temperament.

"Have you seen him?"

Puhui's sudden utterance startled Yan Qingjun. Yan Qingjun looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression. Just for a moment, a voice in the back of his mind told him that she knew this man, but that The sound came and went too fast, and it disappeared before I could feel it.

"Who are you? What's the purpose of calling me here? What's the matter with you fog?"

The man who was bombarded with questions one after another by Yan Qingjun was stunned for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Yan Qingjun looked at this smile and was a little stunned. The man's smile covered up all the light in the room For a moment, Yan Qingjun felt that there was only this man in the world.

Yan Qingjun thought that he had been in front of a strange man twice, he was a little embarrassed, tried his best to recover, and glared at the man in front of him angrily.

"Who the hell are you? What do you pretend to do?" Yan Qingjun stabilized his mind, pursed his cherry lips, and looked at the man in front of him defensively.

"Although the personality is indeed a little more lively than before, it's just that this quick temper has not changed at all, Xiao Xueer." The man's voice came casually.

It’s this name again, these two days I’ve been driven crazy by this name, especially after having a dream like last night, I’m desperate to figure out what’s going on.

"Tell me what the hell is going on with all this? Who am I, who am I?"

"You are you, now is not the time to know everything, one day, you will know everything, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, don't kill too much, otherwise you will be lost forever, remember, all this is yours One's own choice, that is, the choice should be made to go on,
You should have thought that this road is not an easy one, and the road ahead will be even more difficult. Believe in what you think in your heart, and you will eventually achieve what you want. If one day you make a big mistake, this game of chess will be your result. "

Then the sound just disappeared, and when Yan Qingjun realized that he was already at the door, the door opened automatically, all the lights in the room were turned off, and the person just now didn't know where he went, just in front of Yan Qing The moment Jun stepped out the door, the voice sounded again.

"Remember my words, take one step at a time, and you will eventually achieve what you want, return to the right position, don't add more killings."

Back to normal?What the hell is that?

Yan Qingjun has been in a fog until now, he doesn't seem to have killed anyone, does he mean the future?
Why would he say that all of this is his own choice, who is he, what does he know, and what is the connection with everything in your dream.

"Qing'er, are you alright?"

Nangong Lingchen strode forward, held Yan Qingjun's hand, and asked softly.

Yan Qingjun came back to his senses, and looked at Nangong Lingchen in front of him blankly. Obviously, he hadn't recovered yet. Nangong Lingchen's heart tightened. Did she encounter something inside?Otherwise, why is it like this!
"Qing'er, tell me something, what's wrong with you?"

This time, Nangong Lingchen's voice was raised a bit, and he used some strength to hold Yan Qingjun's hand. Yan Qingjun came back to his senses, saw Nangong Lingchen in front of him, and threw himself directly into Nangong Lingchen's arms in the next second Here, hugging Nangong Lingchen tightly, this is the only thing she can think of at this moment, only by hugging him can she feel less unreal.

Nangong Lingchen naturally felt Yan Qingjun's uneasiness, and he was a little worried, and also a little curious about what she heard in it, was it something bad, and why she was so uneasy.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The short four words gave Yan Qingjun invisible strength, and slowly melted her anxiety, yes, no matter when he is with her, this man is always by her side.

"Chen, if one day I become a murderous demon with blood on my hands and full of killings, will you still be with me?"

What that person said just now, Yan Qingjun was a little uneasy after all, with such a tone, so sure, as if she would definitely become that kind of person in the future, this feeling made her dislike, very dislike, and that dish The unfinished chess game, will one day my path become that chess game, will it, the answer is uncertain now, isn't it?

"Why do you ask such a question? If there is such a day, I will definitely have as many hands as you. No matter whether it is going up the mountain of swords or down into the sea of ​​fire, Nangong Lingchen is already tightly connected with Yan Qingjun. "

Nangong Lingchen's words are no different than the best sedative medicine. What is more reassuring than a lover's guarantee? Yan Qingjun's arms around Nangong Lingchen did not loosen, but his tense body slowly relaxed. relax.

Nangong Lingchen felt that Yan Qingjun slowly regained his composure, and felt a lot more at ease. Knowing that she might not have much strength to walk at this time, he directly hugged Yan Qingjun, regardless of whether this place is a place of pure Buddhism or not. Hey, as long as his little girl is safe and sound,
"Ah, Chen, what are you doing? This is a monastery."

"Good, don't move."

Nangong Lingchen only gave her three words and there was no more words. Yan Qingjun also knew that his appearance just now might have scared him. Besides his temperament, even if he resisted him, he would not let go , instead of making everyone aware of the trouble, it’s better to be obedient, so that fewer people will see it. The two people walking away slowly did not see a certain place behind them, with a pair of eyes fixed on them. back view.

(End of this chapter)