God's plan to save

Chapter 53

Everyone present knew the reason for the spring banquet. It was approaching evening, and the evening breeze from the riverside was blowing slowly. That little desire is infinitely magnified.

Choose me, choose me, I must be the most suitable.

In the presence, countless girls had such a thought in their hearts at the same time.

The murderous aura that seemed to be real suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Yan Xiaoqi's trembling hands could finally be gradually loosened, with wet hands, silently reminding her that it was not an illusion just now.

She looked at Zhang Yu who was wrapped in the afterglow of the setting sun in a daze. It seemed that in the previous life, she appeared in his home for the last time. Before she left, his figure imprinted in her heart also carried this golden light.

The eighth prince standing beside the prince looked at Zhang Yu's face, his eyes shrunk. Why is this man there?
"Is Miss Seven of Yong'an Hou Mansion here?" The little disciple beside Zhang Yu stepped forward and asked loudly under his signal.

Everyone's eyes first fell on Zhao Shu, and then followed his eyes on that touch of red, Yan Xiaoqi was thinking about how to build relationships in such a scene where everyone gathered, and he didn't hear anyone shouting at all. her name.

"Xiaoqi, the temple master is calling for you." Zhao Shu pulled Yan Xiaoqi's sleeve indiscriminately.

Did he still choose himself?
Yan Xiaoqi came back to his senses, suppressed the joy of regaining what had been lost, and slowly walked out of the crowd, step by step, stepping on the steps.

The sparkling lake surface carried the last madness of the setting sun, and the dazzling golden light made it impossible for her to see Zhang Yu's face and expression clearly.

"Zhao Nuan," the violin-like voice plucked at the heartstrings, with a deep and mellow reassuring tone: "Would you like to come to Baiyun Temple and be my disciple?"

The voice was like musical notes, hitting her heart one by one, she closed her eyes slightly, to block the sourness that suddenly rushed into her eyes, lightly lifted the hem of her clothes, lowered her body, and slowly knelt down on the ground.

Although the official apprenticeship ceremony will be held in Baiyun Temple, the girl's prostration has already established the relationship between master and apprentice.

At sunset, on the banks of the Qujiang River, a man in black clothes smiled in his eyes, looking tenderly at the girl in red clothes who prostrated herself on the ground, the afterglow of the setting sun seemed to only cast a never-fading halo on this scene, as if The most magnificent heavy-color picture scroll silently engraved into the hearts of everyone in the arena.

Countless years later, when they are old and look back on the past, they can still recall the light and shadow at this moment.

Before the spring banquet was over, the news that the unknown seventh lady of Yong'an Hou Mansion had been selected as a closed disciple by the temple master had already flown into the high-walled courtyards in the city.

The garden is full of spring, not as good as the girl's charming smile.

Yan Xiaoqi couldn't help laughing silently at Zhang Yu as soon as she got up, her long eyelashes fluttered like cattail fans, like a dragonfly with wings, unscrupulously getting into the center of Xi Yu's eyes. In an unconscious way, the traces in someone's heart are deepened bit by bit.

"Are you going to observe Zhong as a teacher, or go back to the mansion first?"

It was only for a moment of being absent-minded, and when he came back to his senses, he was still the most willful and free-spirited one among the thousands of gods in the nine heavens, and there were still very few people in the world who could make him stay.

"Can I go to Guanli tomorrow?" Yan Xiaoqi didn't have the self-consciousness as a disciple yet, talking to Zhang Yu, he was still as casual as he was in Qushui Village.

Xi Yu didn't correct him either, the so-called master-student status was just nonsense, he didn't take it seriously so how could he ask Yan Xiaoqi seriously.

The most important thing is over, and the spring banquet is really coming to an end, the prince walked over with the eighth prince: "Congratulations to the temple master, I am so happy to close the disciples."

While speaking, his gaze swept over Yan Xiaoqi intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to see what charm she had so that he could win favor.

Zhang Yu only smiled lightly, but his eyes fell on the Eighth Prince, sweeping across with sharp eyes, making the other party tremble.

With his fists behind his back clenched in his sleeves, the Eighth Prince kept his expression on his face, and just smiled at Zhang Yu like a prince: "Congratulations, Master."

"Well, I have a chance to come to Guanli for a short stay."

There's no need to leave once you're here, Xi Yu looked up again, and snorted coldly in his heart, the Devil Emperor is really willing to part with it!
The cold sweat on the Eighth Prince's back had penetrated his underwear, and his knuckles were abnormally pale due to the exertion. He forced himself to nod: "Thank you, Guanzhu."

When Zhao Shu walked over, he felt that the atmosphere on the steps was a bit weird. As Yan Xiaoqi's biological father, he was elected by the ministers at the bottom of the steps. I don't think it's interesting, and I already want to go back.

"Xiaoqi?" None of the temple master, the crown prince, and the prince could be directly confronted by him as a fourth-rank official, so he wisely pulled Yan Xiaoqi first.

"Father." Yan Xiaoqi was in a good mood at the moment, and smiled brightly at Zhao Shu.

If possible, Xi Yu would not want to pay attention to these ignorant mortals at all!
He nodded indifferently to Zhao Shu, then turned around and walked out of the garden with the two disciples.

Xu, who stayed at home, had already received the news that Yan Xiaoqi had been selected as a closed disciple before they entered the door. She had nothing to break in her hand, so she could only sit there alone and sulking for a long time .

When the old lady heard the news, she was teasing her brother with a cloth tiger, and continued to tease the fatter little guy after a slight pause.

Aunt Song's handkerchief embroidery needle pierced her finger directly, and the bright red blood spots smeared on the snow-white silk handkerchief.

. . . . .

Yan Xiaoqi couldn't care about the whirling thoughts of the people in the mansion. She returned to her yard, looked at the maidservant who was full of excitement, and smirked along with her.

She doesn't ask others to change their opinion of her, she only hopes that this life will have a good ending.

In the early morning of the second day, after bidding farewell to the old lady who had a lot of real smiles and Mrs. Xu with an even more distorted face, Yan Xiaoqi led the two maids into the carriage to Baiyun Temple. There was a change in identity. Drive along the mountain road all the way to the back door of Baiyun Temple.

It is not that Xi Yu, the master of the temple, has no disciples. He needs a glamorous and respectable identity, and he is impatient to deal with the royal family, so as soon as he came to this world, he picked a few talented children to be his disciples. Come on, he doesn't need to be involved in those trivial matters of the royal family, these few disciples are enough to deal with them.

The world-renowned Daoist Yingyang is one of them. Whenever he comes forward, it is enough for Xi Yu to show up in the temple.

Yan Xiaoqi followed and guided the young disciples along the path, all the way to another small courtyard next to Xiyu's courtyard.

"Uncle, this is the residence chosen by the temple master for you."

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