Somewhere in Yanqin, the little thief who shouted grievances and grievances in the day probed the surrounding situation with his eyebrows and eyes, and gently knocked on the door of "He Mansion".

The door opened a crack, revealing one eye and checking up and down the door for a long time, and then the door was opened just enough for one person to squeeze in, inviting Xiaosheng in.

Xiao Sheng looked around as soon as he stepped into the house, and when he found that the hall was still lit with candles, he longed to have two more legs, and couldn't wait to go straight to the past like a hungry dog.

"Master, the little one has already taken a few brothers to do things according to your instructions, and the surnamed Yang estimated that he would not have thought that even the few bastards he hired to play the board were bought by us, just waiting for him to be embarrassed. Xiao Sheng's face was full of flattery, and he couldn't wait to stick it to the shoes of the person in front of him, "Master, didn't you see it, the dog official couldn't even raise his head this morning, and it was the first time in so many years that the little one was so majestic to the official, chirping..."

"Well, you can go down to the treasury with Steward Bai to get some reward. The man who had been facing away from Xiao Sheng turned around, and the bright hall suddenly illuminated his cold face, this man stroked his black sheep's beard under his mouth, one hand on his waist, and two sharp eyes on his shriveled and wrinkled face narrowed slightly, staring at the night sky outside the courtyard - that direction was the place where the county magistrate lived.

The reason why Yanqin is called the mansion is because most of the Miao people in the entire country live here, and the imperial court is just a good gift to the Miao people, in fact, the place is so big, so why Yanqin Mansion only has a county order, and there are no higher officials - there is no need at all.

That is, because the imperial court has greatly weakened its power here, and the local squires and tyrants have their own local prestige and power, they are not afraid of the people appointed by the imperial court to serve at all: what kind of waves can a county order make?

But Yang Qinglian went too far, just refused the banquet in person, and gave him a shameless face to let the people he sent to eat behind closed doors! Since you have the guts, I will let you not step forward!

As for the little student who was sent down, he regretted in his heart while walking behind the old butler: It's a pity that the girl, alas, just by virtue of her delicate white and tender hands and soul-stealing eyes, I knew that she must have dressed up for precautions and covered up her original appearance.

Here, Jiekong grabbed Yang Qinglian and ran for a long time, and then he chose an eaves, panted and threw Yang Qinglian to the side casually, and sat on the ground.

"You monk can't be lighter!" Yang Qinglian was stumbled and yelled at Jiekong.

It didn't matter, but it woke up the people in the house, and someone immediately took the lamp in the paper window behind him to check the situation: "Who is outside the house?"

I didn't expect it to be a woman's voice, huh? No, it looks like I've heard it somewhere... Yang Qinglian squeezed his brows, supported his chin with his thumb and closed his eyes to recall. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, stared at the almonds, and opened his mouth with his index finger to the monk: "She's not ......"

Before he could blurt out the words, his mouth was covered by a large, rough hand.

"Girl, don't panic, it's the monk me. Jiekong glanced at Yang Qinglian and asked him to be silent, and answered the window at the same time.

"Why did the little master run to the little girl's house in the middle of the night. There was a clear sense of alarm in the woman's tone.

"Don't be afraid, the little monk is just worried that those gangsters will try to kill the girl in the middle of the night, so he is here to keep vigil for the girl. ”

The room fell silent, Yang Qinglian was blocked and had difficulty breathing, grabbed the palm of the empty and tried to break free, the monk thought that he was not honest and wanted to show the temper of the old man, and in a blink of an eye, he glared at the angry King Kong in the temple, but Yang Qinglian was so frightened that he felt that he was going to be rough again, and immediately stopped.

"The little master is very hard, and the little girl is grateful, but this night is cold and heavy, you might as well go back and rest first, those wicked people should not come to trouble so late. "There was a sound coming from the room.

Jiekong scratched the back of his head and grinned at the window: "It's okay, the girl will sleep, I'll leave at dawn." ”

There was a sigh in the room, and the girl of the Su family probably felt that she couldn't persuade him, so she replied: "Then the little master take care, it's really inconvenient for the little girl to live alone, if you feel cold, find a place to warm up, don't worry too much." ”

"Got it, got it. "Quit the sky and smile at this stone wall.

Yang Qinglian on the side really couldn't stand it, so he finally pushed his hand away with all his strength, swallowed the fresh air happily, and said to the monk breathlessly: "You care so much about people, isn't it that the monk has a spring heart?"

"Alas, you can't talk nonsense, it will stain the innocence of other girls. Jiekong found a flat place, sat on it without cleaning it, and then took out a gourd from his waist, "Besides, monks are also mortals, what's wrong with being moved? Ouch, don't you say it's really cold, I'll take a sip of wine first." ”

"How can a monk drink?" Yang Qinglian frowned and looked at this monk with disdain.

"Alas, I said, why are you so dull and pedantic, an official? Jiekong sipped the spout of the pot, and after putting down the wine jug, he stared at Yang Qinglian with a look of indignation and said with a smile: "Hey, that's right, if you don't say that you can bully Yan Qin like this." ”

Yang Qinglian gritted his teeth and hated, but what people said was true and couldn't refute it, he looked at the head of his head and preached, with the posture of a monk: "You can listen well, this wine is a good thing, people want it when they are happy, when they are aggrieved, when they want it, when the weather is good, when they shiver when they are cold, when someone comes to see you, when someone wants to leave, when someone wants to leave, they want it......"

"Then when don't you want it?" Yang Qinglian asked coldly.

The monk was interrupted by Cha's words and was stunned for a while, looked at Yang Qinglian, who was full of seriousness, for a long time, and laughed unscrupulously: "I said that you are an official who has been bullied so much that you have lost your temper, but I didn't expect to be so serious about such trivial matters." ”

After laughing, he contentedly put the wine jug to his ear and shook it, and when he heard the sound inside, he was so happy that he tied the wine jug around his waist several times like a three-year-old child: "When don't you want it? I'm afraid I have to take a sip before I go to see the Bodhisattva, after all, isn't death also a major event in life." ”

"With your virtue, how can you see a Bodhisattva, and it can be considered luck not to be pulled down by the imples~" Yang Qinglian finally seized the opportunity to be sarcastic and quit empty.

"So you don't have a good brain, this taboo of alcohol and sex is the rule set by the ancestors of the Buddhist family, because they rely on this enlightenment to achieve Zen. But in fact, it doesn't matter if you chant the scriptures or not, knock on the wooden fish or not, after all, Zen is in the world, each has its own enlightenment, and the holy monks are also famous for their first enlightenment, and the world is vying to imitate their way. Quit empty hand spread: "Think about it yourself, if these methods are so effective, why are there so many people who need to be tempered." ”

Yang Qinglian listened to the words and was in a daze at Jiekong, he scratched his head and couldn't guess where this monk came from so many twists and turns that sounded a little reasonable, and gradually he also felt that the temperature dropped at night, and he had already broken out in a cold sweat, and now his whole body felt cold, and finally he couldn't stand the cold, and reached out to Jiekong to ask: "Let me take a sip too." ”

"With your bamboo pole body, how can you stand it?"

"Don't look down on people, if I drink it, what will you do!" Yang Qinglian was suddenly enraged, and boldly snatched the gourd from the waist of the ring, pulled out the cork for fear that someone would stop him, and poured a big gulp into his mouth.

It wasn't long before that impassioned energy was replaced by a burning sensation in his neck, and he felt a fire in his stomach and a smoky throat that was hoarse, and he clutched his neck, his chest against his thighs, and he bent over and coughed violently.

On the side, he quit empty, but he was amused and laughed, and actually grabbed the clothes on Yang Qinglian's back, straightened his waist, and poured the wine gourd in his hand into his mouth, and kept chanting:

"Drink, drink hard, haha......"

The East is white, but the woman of the Su family has not slept all night, firstly, because she was worried that the monk had told a lie, so she broke in the window in the middle of the night; secondly, this stinky monk went crazy all night last night with someone who was so noisy that people couldn't sleep!

She leaned against the window and listened to the noise outside for about two hours, and mustered up the courage to open the window to inspect the situation, but when she poked her head out, she was really surprised:

The monk and the county commander were lying on the ground and sleeping.

(ps: hahaha, it's late again, sorry, sorry, sorry, but you still have to collect more)