In front of the gate of Shenxing Temple, Hong Qiniang squeezed out all her smiles, and even didn't care about the old monk's unruly hands and feet, and said with a smile: "In this way, please ask Master Aneng." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Hey, what a bullshit master, it's just a little longer. You want to be a son, and I understand. It's just that your son is quite used in the temple, so don't worry. See you this time...... A quarter of an hour at most, and if you think about it more, something will happen. Hold on! After the monk who was called An Neng finished speaking, he reluctantly withdrew the salty pig hand, although Hong Qi Niang looked old, in fact, he was only thirty, and his body was plump, which made An Neng, who had been a monk in the temple for decades, ready to move.

Of course, the more important thing is that Hong Qiniang has signed now. An Neng weighed the broken silver in his hand and showed a somewhat smug smile.

Hong Qiniang thanked her for her kindness and waited for more than ten breaths.

Suddenly, a weak young man looked at Hong Qiniang's back and shouted, "Is it Mother?" Mother, Xian'er is having a hard time here, when can I take Xian'er back...... Xian'er, I miss my mother......"

Hong Qiniang's body stiffened, turned around, and looked at Xiao Shami fixedly, it was her son Hong Wenxian, tears rained down, and rushed over to hug her: "Son...... I'm finally going to see you again, and I'm going to see you again. Don't worry, my mother has the ability over the years. Mother will definitely bring you home! ”

Hearing Hong Qi Niang say this, Xiao Shami's mood was suddenly like a flood opening the floodgates, leaning out, out of control.

He took off his monk's robes, revealing the terrible scars inside, and cried and tearfully talked about the tragic encounter in the Shenxing Temple.

The inside of Shenxing Temple is not a famous temple like the outside, it is a place for monks to practice. Not only are the rules inside scary, the punishments are harsh, and they are often beaten and scolded. What's more, there are often friends who are suddenly killed, and it is said that they just see something that should not be seen.

Hong Wenxian was betrayed here since he was a child, and life and death were in the hands of the temple, but he had to be trusted for a while.

However, Hong Wenxian saw the strangeness in the temple and whispered a lot, but he didn't dare to stay here.

Hong Qiniang listened, and her heart was dripping blood. She was both distressed and powerless. I was thinking hard about the way, but I couldn't think of a proper way.

The temple in these years is far less than it seems, and it is a place for eminent monks to practice.

Every temple was a powerful landlord, and it was also an organized landlord. Just like the Shaolin Temple, is it really just to practice martial arts in captivity? Of course, there is a realistic need for that. In order to defend huge interests, such as usury, such as huge farmland.

That's right, the temple is a land. They did not survive only on the offerings of pilgrims. Temples with tax-free privileges have been parasitic at all times.

If you offend them, even ordinary gentry may not be able to bear it, let alone a commoner with orphans and widows?

It's just that Hong Qiniang looked at her son's frightened eyes and bruised body, how could she retreat? The thought of being killed in obscurity and never again, how could she endure it?

Hong Qiniang looked at Hong Wenxian's uneasy gaze in a daze, stroked her son's head, gradually made up her mind, and said softly: "Don't worry, don't worry, my mother will take you away...... Take you away, fight for your mother's life, and give up all your net worth...... I'm going to take you with me too. It's just that I want you to wait for me to arrange the method in seven days, and it will be seven days! ”

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Li Yan entered the Seoul store of Miaoqu Bookstore, took out the silver, bought more than a dozen books in a row, and filled a backpack before ending his mind of continuing to choose.

He looked left and right, and saw that no acquaintance found him, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and carried the bag to the counter, took out the silver, blushed and watched the teller open the bag, looked at the price of the book one by one, and said: "A total of 7.6 yuan, this is a small receipt for our store." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Li Yan quite carefully.

Li Yan laughed, hurriedly gave the silver, quickly put the book metal into the backpack, and turned to leave. After all, it's normal to buy "The Story of the Stone", but romance novels such as "Peach Blossom Fan" and "The Story of the West Chamber" are ...... It's obviously a bit strange for a boy to buy it.

Under the incomprehensible comments of the clerk, Li Yan arrived in Dongcheng, took the nameplate, and entered a compound with a plaque of Zhengfu. In front of the courtyard gate, the carriages and horses kept coming, and many people were looking forward to it, but they couldn't get a word from the door to allow them to enter.

Here, it is the home of Zheng Yongwen, the official of the North Korean government Cao Zhongxiang Mansion. This function is particularly crucial, just like the Ming Officials Department's Wenxuan Qing Officials Division, which is the envy of all officials in the world. Just as the Central Organization Department was naturally higher than a layer of golden light in later generations, Chung Xiang Fu Masaro Chung Yong-moon was also a key figure in the North Korean power map.

But......

Li Yan just took his own plate, but he entered it leisurely, and everyone was envious.

"Who is this man, he actually reported his name and went in......"

"I didn't listen carefully just now, it seems to be called Li Yan."

"Li Yan? So, this is a Ming person? ”

"I heard that Mr. Zheng has insisted on not looking for Mr. Xixi, who is learning Chinese. Three days ago, Wang Shang announced that he would join the Chinese Alliance, but Zheng immediately changed his mind. This Li Yan ...... It's Mr. Xixi, who taught Chinese......"

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Everyone was talking, but Li Yan couldn't hear it. He just took the new book he bought into the inner courtyard, inside, a little girl with a beautiful face looked at Li Yan with burning eyes, and when she saw Li Yan open her backpack, she was overjoyed: "It's finally here!" It's finally written, this Mr. Cao, it's really anxious. ”

Li Yan praised: "Mr. Cao's writing is extraordinary, and it is rumored that he is a saint today. Leisure writing is not the right way. It's also common sense that updates have been slower these days. ”

"Oops...... Li Lang, why are you still occupying, so that you don't know how to be polite when people laugh at us...... How is it, Li Lang, my Chinese dialect, is it okay? The little girl's eyes were shining.

Li Yan looked a little stunned, fixed his mind, and said, "You should call me sir......"

"The masters of other families are all seventy or eighty. Where is it as ...... as you," the little girl said, but her face was flushed, and she walked over, trying to lift the schoolbag, but she didn't expect it to be so heavy, and immediately shook her body.

Li Yan hurriedly leaned over to support him, and the little girl fell directly into Li Yan's arms. At this moment, a man who had just stepped into the courtyard paused, looked at the scene in front of him with a gloomy face, gritted his teeth, and said, "Go, find out the root of this Li Yan for me!" Eighteen generations of ancestors, all found out! ”

After Li Yan left, the man called his daughter, and looked at her daughter's happy expression, and her heart was dripping blood. There is a feeling of a good cabbage that makes the wild boar arch: "Grounded here, wait for the father to find out, and then deal with it!" ”