Mei Niang was silent for a long time before asking, "Since that's the case, why did they hold back their troops?"

Chu Huan did not answer immediately, but fell into deep thought. After a moment, he said: "The tiger will not go down the mountain easily. Once it goes down, it will be a stolen person. The cunning fox will not act rashly. If it doesn't move, it will kill the enemy. They are not moving, but waiting for the best opportunity... Of course, only they know the real thoughts in their hearts." Looking at Mei Niang very seriously, "Mei Niang, no matter what, you can't go back with the King of Blue Heaven."

Mei Niang sighed quietly: "Where can I go if I don't go back to Hebei?"

Chu Huan said without hesitation: "Go to Shuoquan!"

"Shuoquan?" Mei Niang stared at Chu Huan, smiled charmingly, and said, "What can you do if you ask me to go to Shuoquan? Could it be...will you support me?"

"I will raise you!" Chu Huan immediately said: "As long as I have stuttering, you will never starve to death."

Mei Niang was stunned and stared at Chu Huan. After a long time, she lowered her head and said, "I am the Fourth Era of Qingtian. As early as many years ago, the court had been wanting Mei Niang. You are the chief official of Qin. If someone knows...!"

Chu Huan shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry about these things. Just let me deal with them. If you go back to Hebei, there will be no future, and... one day you will be implicated by the Qingtian King..."

Mei Niang raised her head and whispered: "I'm not afraid of being implicated by him, I'm just afraid...I won't see you!"

She suddenly got up, hugged Chu Huan's neck with her arms, and her body was trembling slightly. Chu Huan was stunned for a moment, then wrapped her hands around Mei Niang's waist and said softly: "Don't leave, you can see me at all times."

A day is not short, but not long. When it was dark, lights had already been lit in the Gushui Temple, but the rooms in the corners were pitch black, and only the heart-wrenching coughs of the sick monk occasionally sounded.

Chu Huan wanted to find medicine for Mei Niang, and the three of them had not eaten, but they were thinking about finding something to eat in the temple.

His body was like a ghost, wandering around the temple. Although monks appeared from time to time, they easily avoided it. It was not too difficult for Chu Huan to find the medicine depot of Gushui Temple.

The medicinal materials he was looking for did not use any rare medicinal materials, but just wanted to disinfect and heal the skin and flesh wounds. He found the location of the medicine warehouse and sneaked in quietly. The names of the medicinal materials were marked on the medicine cabinets in the medicine warehouse. Although Chu Huan was not proficient in medical skills, he knew that those medicinal materials could heal skin and flesh wounds. After wrapping some medicinal materials on his body, he quietly left the medicine warehouse like a ghost.

He passed by a yard and smelled the smell of food inside. He knew that it must be the kitchen kitchen of Gushui Temple. He turned in from the backyard and approached the window. He saw that there were five or six monks busy in the kitchen. There was a large table in the middle, with many dishes on it. A fat monk in gray yelled loudly: "Every dish must be very careful, but there is a trace of mistake and cannot be sent over. The host said that if the noble man has a slight dissatisfaction, the people in the kitchen must be beaten with thirty stalks."

Chu Huan remembered that he had heard from the monk Zhiliang tell the sick monk before that it seemed that a distinguished guest came to Gushui Temple today. He worshiped Buddha in the morning and listened to Zen in the afternoon. The dining hall was busy, so naturally he prepared meals for the distinguished guest.

I just don’t know which noble man came back to this remote Gushui Temple to worship Buddha.

He knew that he would not find a chance to go in for a while, and thought that he could only wait to come back later. He was about to leave, but suddenly saw a soldier wearing armored sword entering the kitchen hall. He was slightly surprised, but he saw a group of monks who had stopped their work and were about to salute together, the soldier had waved his hand and said, "You can keep busy, don't put down your work. I'll come and pass on a message. Don't prepare too many dishes. Pick up a few carefully and make them carefully. If the lady is satisfied, she will have to donate more money for sesame oil to your temple."

The monks put together and sang in unison: "Amitabha, how good is good!"

Chu Huan frowned and thought to himself that the one who came to worship Buddha was a wife, and the soldier was obviously a guard. From this point of view, the one who came to worship Buddha was naturally an official wife.

It is common for the wife of the official family to pray to gods and Buddhas, and Chu Huan doesn't think it is strange.

Thinking that there were too many people in the kitchen hall and it was difficult to start for the time being, he flipped out of the backyard and was about to leave the path when he saw a figure appearing not far away in front of him. Chu Huan flashed and hid behind a big tree next to him. He looked behind the tree, but his face suddenly changed color. He saw a noble young man wearing brocade clothes coming from the path.

The man was twenty-five or six years old, handsome, with a brocade dress and jade belt, a crown and a hat on his head, and a sword on his waist. He was really handsome.

However, Chu Huan recognized this person at a glance, and suddenly he was Xiao Heng, the nephew of Xiao Huanzhang, the governor of Beishan Road.

Chu Huan really never expected that he would meet Xiao Heng in this remote Gushui Temple.

Xiao Heng walked lightly. Although he walked over alone, he had a faint smile on his face. He seemed to be in a good mood. He did not find Chu Huan hiding behind the tree not far away.

Chu Huan frowned and watched Xiao Heng pass by, but saw Xiao Heng walking towards the dining hall as well.

Seeing Xiao Heng entering the kitchen hall, Chu Huan was thinking, and did not follow him, hiding behind the tree, and did not leave. Not long after, he saw Xiao Heng walking out with a lunch box. Chu Huan was very surprised and thought that even if he wanted to eat, he could send someone to take it away, so why should he come in person?

He was puzzled. He saw Xiao Heng passing by the big tree, but saw Xiao Heng suddenly stopped and looked around. Chu Huan thought Xiao Heng had discovered him and reached out to touch his waist. He realized that his blood-drinking knife had not been brought over. He immediately closed his five fingers together and formed a knife-shaped knife. He waited for Xiao Heng to move abnormally and immediately took action.

But when he saw Xiao Heng look around, walked to the side with a slight finger, he gently opened the lunch box. Chu Huan frowned, wondering what Xiao Heng sold in the gourd.

I saw Xiao Heng look around again, then sneakily took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, opened the bottle, and poured the powder therein into the food in the lunch box.

Chu Huan was surprised and wondered if this kid was poisoning and who was going to harm him?

Xiao Heng was ready, and then he closed the lunch box again, carried the box and continued along the path. Chu Huan was curious about what the hell was doing, and he followed Xiao Heng like a ghost.

Chu Huan's martial arts are naturally not comparable to Xiao Heng. Chu Huan followed behind him without any notice and turned to the west. Chu Huan saw that there were more than a dozen armored warriors guarding both sides of the road ahead. At the end of the path was a quiet courtyard. It was hard to follow him at this time. Seeing Xiao Heng walking to the front gate and waved to a guard next to him, he didn't know what to give in. The guard bowed and nodded. Then Xiao Heng pushed the door into the courtyard and closed the gate.

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This is a quiet yard without much decoration, simple and elegant.

The lights were lit in the house, and the door was covered with silence. Xiao Heng walked to the door lightly, hesitated for a moment, looked down at the lunch box in his hand, took a deep breath, and finally raised one hand, knocked on the door lightly, and said softly: "Uncle, it's my nephew Xiao Heng!"

A gentle voice came from the room: "It's Heng'er? The door is not closed, come in!"

Xiao Heng gently pushed open the door and entered the house. There was an oil lamp in the house. It was as simple as the courtyard. The house was very elegant. A round ancient wooden table was placed in the hall. On the left was a wing room with the door closed. A beautiful mature woman in her thirties was sitting next to the table, with a book on the table. The beautiful mature woman was holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, as if she was reciting scriptures just now.

Although she was over thirty years old, she had gorgeous clothes, decent dress, plump figure, and very beautiful appearance. Although she had been baptized by time, time did not fade her beauty, but instead added a charm that mature women could only have. There was a small red mole on the inner corner of her left eyebrow, which made her already beautiful appearance even more enchanting and charming.

"Uncle, my nephew went to the kitchen hall to look at it. Some food had been prepared. My nephew knew that my uncle didn't like extravagance, so I didn't ask them to make more." Xiao Heng said respectfully: "My nephew chose a few ingredients that my uncle liked to eat and personally brought it to my uncle. From noon to now, my uncle has been listening to the host's Zen talk. If the water and rice are not finished, he must be hungry."

This beautiful mature woman is Mrs. Xiao, the wife of the Governor of Beishan Road.

Mrs. Xiao looked at Xiao Heng with her eyes looking at her and smiled and said, "Heng'er, thank you for your hard work these days." She dressed up appropriately and dignifiedly, but this smile was charming and without any trace, but she had already fully displayed the restrained and mature charm of a mature woman in a smile.

"What is my uncle saying?" Xiao Heng hurriedly said, "I can do my best for my uncle, my nephew... I can't ask for it, and I feel so happy." He stepped forward, put the lunch box on the table, looked around, and said, "Is my aunt still satisfied with this room? My uncle said that he would come to Gushui Temple to worship Buddha and seek peace, so my nephew notified the local government office here in advance. They had prepared here early. The decorations and objects in this room were all my favorites."

"Yeng'er, too, you are just coming to worship Buddha and seek peace. Why do you have to fight so much?" Mrs. Xiao sighed: "If your uncle knew about this, I'm afraid I'll blame you again."

Xiao Heng immediately said: "This is my nephew's heart for my uncle. My uncle came to Gushui Temple and worked hard all the way. If even this place is very simple, my nephew couldn't bear it. If my uncle really wanted to blame him, my nephew would have no regrets."

Seeing Xiao Heng lowering his head and respectfully, Mrs. Xiao looked up and down with his beautiful eyes. Xiao Heng lowered his head, but secretly looked at Mrs. Xiao, and happened to meet Mrs. Xiao's eyes and hurriedly avoided her gaze. Mrs. Xiao smiled on her lips and said softly: "Since you are already like this, there is no need to say more. But how do you know I will stay here? I originally wanted to set off overnight and rush back to Yu Chang. If you didn't persuade me, you wouldn't stay." As if I thought of something, I said: "Sit down and talk."

Xiao Heng bowed and sat down opposite Mrs. Xiao, then looked up at Mrs. Xiao's beautiful face full of mature charm and explained: "From Yu Chang here, my uncle rushed for four consecutive days, and he was not allowed to disturb the local government on the way. He worked very hard along the way. Today, I was here to worship Buddha and listen to Zen. My nephew said that no matter what, my uncle could not let my uncle set off at such a tired time... I hope my uncle would be sympathetic to my nephew's painstaking efforts."
Chapter completed!