Chapter 68:

Chapter 68:

It was getting hotter, and after bathing, she wore a light and soft smoked gauze singlet. The lake blue color makes the skin as white as snow jade. Endless beautiful scenery along the loose skirt, every inch is a fatal temptation. The full place is pressed, and the warm and fragrant nephrite hits the bosom. Endlessly, the beautiful scenery dazzles the eyes, and the fragrance is charming.

Wen Yu's eyes were dark, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

What is going on with this little liar?

"Not afraid of death?"

Ye Ping froze.

The scenery was so terrible that it lost interest in an instant. She rolled her eyes inwardly, such a confused person deserved to be an old bachelor in her previous life.

"It's natural to be afraid." She stepped back a little, but her hand was still held. "In our place, the doctors are skilled in medicine. If a woman is really difficult to give birth, she can perform caesarean section, and the mother and child will be safe."

There is such a miraculous medical skill.

Wen Yu lived two lifetimes, and in his last life he didn't believe in the theory of gods and ghosts the most. People like him who are being interrogated have seen too many wicked people who are more terrifying than ghosts.

The evil in the human heart is more terrifying than ghosts.

He has been exposed to too many dark things, and he has little curiosity about worldly affairs. A place where flowers bloom in full bloom, or a place where the unjustly deceased are buried. The more resplendent and resplendent the house is, the more blood it has washed.

What kind of world was the place she lived in? If it is possible, will she leave without regret?

And mother, did she really go back?

"Your Majesty, it hurts, it hurts."

The hand was pinched so painfully.

What kind of nerves does this person have?

If you don't give birth, you won't give birth.

Ye Ping felt annoyed in her heart, she was also out of her mind, the days of eating delicious food and being able to pat her **** and leave at any time were not enough, why couldn't she think about giving birth to this man.

With a strong twitch, she withdrew her hand from his grasp.

With a straight face, she went straight to the bed with her head held high.

He didn't speak, just lay on his side wrapped in brocade quilt. Didn't the **** named Wen not want to have a baby with her? If you can, don't touch her.

She actually forgot that she was the one who raised the idea of ​​not having children in the first place.

The brocade quilt with red background and gold embroidery is embroidered with dragons and phoenixes showing auspiciousness, and the place where the golden phoenix spreads its wings is the bulge. Fengwei went down the slope, even through the quilt, she could see the graceful figure under the quilt.

After a while, the side of the bed sank slightly.

She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

A slender hand reached out and embraced her. She opened her mouth just as she was about to say something, when a pill with a familiar medicinal smell slid down her mouth and into her throat, making her so angry that she cursed several times in her heart.

The disparity between the enemy and us is too great, she will not make unnecessary resistance. Stretch out the hand that was hurt by holding it before, and cry out weakly, "You just pinched me, blow it."

Blow it?

Wen Yu had never heard such words in his two lifetimes, it was like a feather passing through his heart, causing ripples. That itchy and crispy feeling is unstoppable.

He turned over and pinned the person under him.

When the love was strong, Ye Ping bit the troublemaker's shoulder as if venting her anger.

Wen Yu was in pain, his eyes were frighteningly dark.

This little liar has learned to bite. It's really like those little wild cats in the palace back then, being held in his arms and struggling desperately, stretching out their paws to scratch people when he was not prepared.

He has completely fallen into the secular world, how can he not want to know the worldly pleasure that makes people love and hate the most.

If it is really possible, this little liar will not be tired in the future.

…

Ye Ping woke up with a backache and a hungry stomach growling. Although she wasn't the one who did the hard work, she was more tired than the one who did the hard work.

After barely eating the morning meal, she went on to catch up on sleep.

Sanxi, Mrs. Zeng and others guarded carefully, everyone was honored. When the master is favored, their faces will be honored as servants. The king of the county loves the concubine of the county, and he ordered water three times last night, thinking that the concubine of the county must sleep until almost noon, but Ye Ping woke up just after the hour.

She is the mistress, and there are few masters in the Princess Mansion, so no one knows that she is a lazy person except those around her. She also didn't remember who made her make an appointment with Jin Gongren.

Wen Ruqin's marriage is tight and there are too many things to do. But with the help of Jin Gong, she is actually just going through the motions. When Jin Gong came over this time, he brought two maids with him.

One is called Yundan and the other is called Qingfeng. The clouds are light and delicate, and her temperament is more outstanding than that of ordinary young ladies. She has a beautiful demeanor and beauty, and when she talks and behaves, she is believed to be a lady of every family.

Jin Gong said that these two people were raised by her since she was a child. They are not only literate, but also good at reading accounts. Last time Ye Ping mentioned that she could recommend someone who could be used, and she brought someone along this time.

The two saluted, and their attitudes were extremely respectful.

Employers do not suspect, suspects do not.

Ye Ping didn't ask anything, and directly asked Jin Gong to take full responsibility.

Jin Gong is a careful person, even if Ye Ping completely delegates power, she should do the same. Not only did he tell everything in detail, but he also kept the points that should be mentioned.

Ye Ping didn't feel it was wrong, she really didn't know much about this. The fact that Jin Gong can not shy away from mentioning something shows that he is an upright person. Thinking about it, how could the most trusted person of the princess, who is also a time traveler, be the kind of villain who can only play tricks.

About an hour later, Jin Gong took Yun Dan and Feng Qing to leave.

After passing the ancient tung tree, Feng Qing turned his head and glanced at this courtyard, except for the pear garden, which is the most forbidden courtyard for servants to enter. This courtyard has always been nameless, and the servants call it Nameless Residence.

The unknown hostess turned out to be more beautiful than the rumors said. It's just that her background is too low, she has no beauty and is not proficient in inner house affairs.

Why would such a woman be married to the county prince by His Majesty?

"Mr. Gong, Princess Jun doesn't understand anything. Wouldn't it be useless for you to tell her that?"

When Jin Gong heard this, his rigid face became more serious.

"You really don't understand anything when you are a county princess?"

"Isn't it? What you said just now, Mr. Caigong, the Princess of the County didn't ask too much. It can be seen that she doesn't want to ask, but she doesn't understand anything, and she doesn't know where to ask?"

"The county princess doesn't ask, it doesn't mean she doesn't understand. She has clear eyes, maybe she already understands everything. It took a few days for her to send someone back the account book last time, and she didn't ask me during that time. If it wasn't for her Familiar with the algorithm of the use of the account book, that means she asked the county king for advice."

Qingfeng's heart trembled, no matter what the possibility is, this county princess is not an ordinary person. The former is hidden, while the latter is enough to be favored.

Yun Dan had an epiphany, and Gongren could understand his heart.

She glanced vaguely at the sisters who had grown up since she was a child, and sighed in her heart.

…

Huguo Temple.

Under the gazebo next to the bamboo forest, the two played chess. Master Kong sees the white stones, and Wen Yu holds the black stones. The photographic memory on the chessboard, the shadow of swords and swords between black and white.

After a quarter of an hour, Master Kongming laughed.

"It's a draw again, it's wonderful."

"Concession."

The other side of the gazebo faces the water, which is the release pool in the temple. The koi in the pond swim freely, the red ones, the white ones and the black ones look very happy. Several tortoises on the boulder in the middle lay down together to bask in the sun, stacked together from time to time, and from time to time one or two would be squeezed and fell into the water.

The sun shines from the eaves of the Buddhist hall, like the light of Buddha.

"Is Benefactor Wen confused?" Master Kongjian asked.

"I'm really confused." Wen Yu said: "Last time, the master said that the green dragon breaks through the clouds and meets the white tiger on a narrow road. It is a karmic fate, and they may be able to prostrate together. Dare I ask the master that once the green dragon and the white tiger meet, maybe there will be a succession from generation to generation?"

Seeing Master Kong, he smiled and said nothing, pointing to the corner of the eaves that seemed to be coated with Buddha's light. "The sea of ​​Buddha is boundless, and it can save the world. If it can't be inherited from generation to generation, how can there be blessings?"

When Wen Yu heard the words, there was a storm in his eyes.

"Then, can Master Song's fate really not be changed?"

Seeing Master Kong concentrating on his eyes for a while, he opened his eyes full of compassion.

"Fate is hard to break, but if you don't break it, you can't stand it."

Wen Yu stood up, and made a deep Buddhist salute to Master Chao Kongjian.

When he was about to leave the Huguo Temple and was about to get on the sedan chair, he suddenly looked to the left. But I saw a man in Tsing Yi leaning against a high corner of the wall.

Song Jinyuan smiled, with dimples looming, "I wandered here today with nothing to do, and I didn't want to see your sedan chair. I thought you should be in the temple, so I just waited for you to come out."

The two have known each other for many years, and they have never been so separated as recently.

Wen Yu is as usual, and the one who is uncomfortable is Song Jinyuan.

His marriage was frustrated, and he was unlikely to take it to heart. He is hard-hearted, and he doesn't have the affection of those children. For him, the matter of marriage is to carry on the family line and fulfill filial piety.

However, the words of a friend, Master Kong Jian's order, linger like two shadows. The more he told himself not to care, the more often he remembered it.

"You kid can embrace a beauty, and you still find Master Kong to see the master, isn't it because you want to ask about the fate of your descendants?"

Wen Yu was noncommittal.

Song Jinyuan's heart is full of shit, he can't even find a wife with him, Cheng Tian is going to be a father? This can't be done, he can't be left behind.

"You kid is still a human being. You disturbed my marriage, and I felt awkward. You are good. You can be married and have children. Is there anyone like you who is a brother? I was still thinking about the second girl from the Ye family. , is most suitable for a rough person like me. I only want to become a brother-in-law with you, but you secretly make a stumbling block and ruin my marriage time and time again. Are you still human?"

While speaking, he walked up to Wen Yu.

"A few months ago, I had a dream." Wen Yu said.

Song Jinyuan was dumbfounded when he heard that, what's the matter with this kid? He talked about dreaming in a good manner, but who cares to listen to those **** broken dreams he had.

Wait, this kid never talks nonsense.

Is this dream extremely important?

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that many years later, I have never been married, but you have been married three times but have no wife and no children. The world says that you and I have killed too much, and your hands are bloody, which is the fate of the gods. This dream is very real, as if I experienced it myself. "

"No way, aren't you married?" Song Jinyuan opened his mouth and murmured. What he actually wanted to say was just a dream, and it deserves to be taken seriously by this kid.

"Yes." Wen Yu looked at him, "That's why I'm uneasy."

Song Jinyuan realized it, so this kid came to Master Kongjian because he was uneasy.

It's just that this kid is also uneasy?

What do they do?

One is the world's number one criminal division, and one is the commander of the Jingwu Guard. One of them is in the business of skinning and cramping but also to find out the truth, and the other is in the business of killing a thousand by mistake rather than letting one go. How can people like them believe in ghosts and gods? Ghosts and gods are not taboo, let alone a dream?

A dream would actually make Wen Chengtian uneasy, no one would believe it. But at this moment, Song Jinyuan believed it. Because the Wen Chengtian he knows is by no means a person who scares people and plays mysteries.

"What did the master say?"

"The master said that my fate has changed."

"What about me, can I change my life too?" Song Jinyuan looked hopefully at Wen Yu. This kid's fate can be changed, so should his.

"I asked for you. The master said that your fate is hard to break, but if you can't break it, you can't stand it."

It's as if he said it, but he didn't say anything. Fate is indeed difficult to break, and of course it is broken and then established again. Song Jinyuan had a complex expression, and he glanced at the high wall of Huguo Temple without saying a word.

"These monks talk half and hide half, and they like to talk nonsense."

"Jinyuan, I didn't believe in fate before, but now I can't help but not believe it."

"Chengtian, why are you talking so old-fashioned, boy?"

Wen Yu turned around and was about to get into the sedan chair, but was stopped by Song Jinyuan. "I'm not on duty today, why don't we go have a drink?"

"I am on duty."

"Then I'll wait for you to order."

"No, I'm going back home after I'm on duty."

"Aren't you? Are you in a hurry to go back to accompany the princess?"

Wen Yu glanced at him and got on the sedan chair.

Song Jinyuan scratched his head in place, this kid really changed a lot. Who would have imagined that the county prince, who is known as the **** of jade face, would love his family so much after marriage.

Crazy guy!

He shook his head in disgust, all the awkwardness that had plagued his heart for many days was gone. At that moment, he put his head on his hips and let out a deep breath. Then he glanced thoughtfully at the Huguo Temple behind him, and slowly tightened his brows.

Can't break or stand?

Did he break it himself, or did he want to find the person who broke his life?

What a hassle.

But he didn't know that after Wen Yu's sedan chair left, he didn't go to Tongtian Terrace, but went straight back to the Princess Mansion.

At three quarters in the afternoon, most of the servants in the mansion were taking a lunch break. The time of the lunch break is mostly different for the great aristocratic families. For those who are more generous, they can rest from noon to midnight. No matter how mean people are, they can take a quarter of an hour to rest. The Princess Mansion has always been generous, and the servants can rest for an hour.

Sanxi and the others didn't want Wen Yuhui to come back at this hour, so they all retreated without ordering.

Wen Yu looked at the lump in the bed curtain, and the brow softened a lot.

Ye Ping fell asleep after lunch, really sleepy. When she was hugging the quilt and sleeping in the dark, a familiar feeling of oppression came from behind her. Even in a sound sleep, this feeling seemed to pass through her dreams and be clearly conveyed to her brain.

"Ayu, don't come... Tired..."

The soft ravings made one's heart shudder.

It was obviously a refusal, but it was even more violent than an invitation.

Wen Yu's deep eyes were full of undercurrents, and there was a gentle look on his usually indifferent face. He leaned close to the sleeping woman, his voice low and depressed.

"I also want to experience the most love-hate thing in the secular world."