Guizhen

Chapter 62

When Song Yan entered the main hall, Song Yi had already gone to rest in the bedroom.

Song Chen frowned, and said to Song Yan: "It's strange to say that my father doesn't feel tired when he comes back from Qiuying Mountain. He seems to have endless words with his grandfather."

Emperor Yuanhe tapped his finger on the desk, "Achen! Don't say anything unlucky. Your father is very good."

Ominous?Song Yan lowered his eyes, covering his puzzled eyes.But soon his eyes became clear.

Could it be... a flashback?
Song Yan clenched his fists, and soon returned to normal, smiling at Emperor Yuanhe.Ever since Guozijian made a fuss about Yasha, his relationship with Yuan Hedi seems to have become much closer.Yuan Hedi did not reject him as before.As long as he came to pay his respects, Yuan and Emperor would meet him and patiently ask him about his homework.

"The Director of Divine Mechanisms hasn't figured out how Yasha got into the Imperial College?" Emperor Yuanhe said with a cold face, very dissatisfied: "So many magical mechanisms make Bai use the imperial salary to do nothing."

Song Chen hesitated for a moment, then reminded softly, "Yasha is in Miss Lu Wu's hands."

Yuan Hedi was extremely depressed, and his voice was extremely low, "Zhen Ri was worried about your father, so he forgot the business."

"Grandfather..." Song Chen hesitated to speak, as if he was afraid of Song Yan and couldn't speak clearly.

Emperor Yuanhe understood it, and changed the topic, "Yasha is terrifying, but our Dazhou warlocks are not weak. Miss Lu Wu has such virtues at such a young age, which is really gratifying. When she asks about Yasha's origin, I will She must be rewarded heavily."

Song Chen glanced towards the bedroom from time to time, as if he was worried about Song Yi, and seemed a little absent-minded.Seeing that Song Chen was silent, Song Yan asked Yuan Hedi with a smile, "What treasure do you want to reward her?"

Yuan Hedi thought for a moment, then smiled meaningfully.

……

On the way back to the mansion, Yuan Hedi's meaningful smile seemed to be engraved in Song Yan's mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

He repeatedly thought about whether there was a mistake in his response in Changchun Palace.After making sure everything was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Back in the mansion, Song Yan went straight to the Small Buddha Hall.The fragrance of sandalwood gradually calmed Song Yan's restless mood.He sat cross-legged on the futon, looked at the old monk opposite, "Did the prince meet anyone in Qiuying Mountain?"

The old monk shook his head slowly, "My hand can't be stretched that long."

Song Yan suppressed the anxiety that surged up in his heart, and softly reprimanded: "You can't manage the things you should take care of, and you can't take care of the things you shouldn't take care of. Father didn't keep you in the capital for you to eat fast and chant Buddha! "

The old monk raised his eyelids, his cloudy eyes paused slightly on Song Yan's face, his expression was calm, but his eyes were dark and deep, "Your Majesty, don't get angry. The prince has his own plans."

Song Yan left King Liang when he was young, without Cheng Huan at his knees, the bond between father and son has never been as deep as his younger brothers.If he died in the capital, maybe King Liang would not shed a single tear.Song Yan firmly believed in this.

Bearing the name of the son of the world, but he is an out-and-out abandoned son.Song Yan sneered, the corners of his lips curled into a single word, and he remained silent.Only one pair of eyes stared angrily at the old monk.This appearance was completely different from the gentle and jade-like appearance he showed in front of others.

The one sitting in front of him, the so-called counselor of the King of Liang, is afraid that he is also an outcast who is not valued by the King of Liang.

The old monk clasped his hands together, "Monks don't tell lies."

After the words fell, Song Yan laughed wildly until tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.He gently wiped it off with his fingertips, "What kind of monk are you?" With his hands on the ground, his body left the futon, his handsome face leaned over, and he whispered through gritted teeth, "You are a monster who raises a yaksha!"

The old monk twitched the corners of his lips, as if he was smiling, but he was more disdainful towards Song Yan.

"The old monk's yaksha is kept in the world." The old monk met Song Yan's eyes, "but the prince keeps the yaksha in his heart."

Song Yan's eyes condensed fiercely, "What can you do to me?"

"The son is the master, and the old man is the servant. How dare the old man do anything to the son?"

Song Yan stared at the old monk for a while, then returned to the futon and sat down again, "That Yaksha is in Lu Wu's hands. I don't care what method you use, but you can't let Lu Wushun find the Liang Palace. You bear it alone."

"I'm afraid my son has forgotten. Yasha's true form is not due to the old monk's omissions. It is due to the selection of the master of the gods." The old monk looked straight into Song Yan's eyes, "The old monk has already reported it to the prince. The prince will definitely meet. On the one hand, the son does not need to worry."

"You actually sent a letter to father behind my back?" Song Yan's pupils shrank, and his facial features became grim due to anger, "Are you a slave bullying the master?"

"The old monk is a servant, not a slave." The old monk stood up slowly, and gave Song Yan a condescending look. "My son is impatient, and needs to read more Buddhist scriptures. If you want to discuss Zen with the old monk, please move to Shou'an Temple."

After all, push the door and go out.

Song Yan grabbed the warm futon and threw it on the wooden door.After the muffled sound of the collision of the two phases, Song Yan drooped his shoulders dejectedly.Looking at the bright sunlight shining through the door, he laughed at himself, and murmured, "Who cares about being the son of this world?"

……

"The Golden Eunuch has gone to the Lu Mansion." Sang Jing carried the nail rake and circled back and forth in the open space behind the Sancai Hall.

Sun Ke and Zhang Wen jointly carried a huge bamboo basket.They put the basket on the corner of the wall, squatted down together, and looked at Sang Jing with their hands on their chins.

"Just go. Why are you so jealous?" Zhang Wen took off the ghost bone rosary hanging around her neck and coiled it up. "I said, Lao Sang, aren't you tired of walking around with a rake on your shoulders?"

"Not tired." Sang Jing smiled brightly at the two of them.

Sun Ke pestered Zhang Min with his elbow, and lowered his voice, "Don't worry about it. Lao Sang should be busy. Otherwise, he will have to hide in the quilt and cry again at night."

Zhang Wen stared at Sun Ke in surprise, "You sleep with him in the same room at night?"

"Old Zhang, why are you learning so much from Lao Yu now?" Sun Ke gave Zhang Min a hard look, "They are all brothers who have been tortured by Lu Wu, can't they get along well?"

Sweating profusely, Sang Jing ran over with a rake on his shoulders, "What are you two talking about? Why get along well?"

"It's none of your business!" Zhang Min moved to the side to make room for Sang Jing, "Squat next to me, in the shade."

"Look, how good this is." Sun Ke also leaned to the side, "Lao Sang, what are you going to plant?"

"Loosen the soil first, then pick up the gravel. Let's talk about it after the New Year." Sang Jing put the rake on the ground, "Eh? Have you heard that Princess Qixia and her son-in-law have reconciled."

Sun Ke didn't even raise his eyelids, and his tone was flat, "It's time to return to the capital after reconciliation."

Zhang Wen continued: "Old Guo is expected to be promoted."

The three of them sighed in unison.

Sang Jing pinched his sleeves and wiped his face, "If it wasn't for the trouble with Yasha, the story of Princess Qixia would have been publicized long ago."

"It's not too late now." Zhang Wei wrapped the ghost bone rosary around her wrist, "The timing is just right. Lao Guo must have spent a lot of effort."

(End of this chapter)