As the wind and rain were falling, Xu Jun's whole body was soaked. Seeing that Chen Sanlang was still closing his eyes tightly and his face was quite bad, she was extremely anxious. Suddenly, she heard a snoring sound, which came from Chen Sanlang, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Bent over and listen carefully, isn’t Chen Sanlang snoring?

Xu Jun felt angry and funny, and his heart was finally let go - this guy could sleep peacefully, at least it proved that he had overcome the most difficult hurdle. Looking up at the sky, he saw that although the wind and rain were getting heavier, the thrilling thunder and lightning slowly stopped.

He let out a breath, carried Chen Sanlang on his back, and soon found an inn. He stepped in and threw out a silver ingot: "Shopkeeper, one room; and, immediately boil a bowl of ginger soup, it must be thick."

The shopkeeper glanced at it: "Girl, your clothes are soaked, and they are dripping with water..."

Bang!

Another ingot of silver was smashed down.

The shopkeeper immediately smiled and replied quickly: "I know."

Immediately instructed the waiter to take her upstairs to settle the house.

After the waiter went out, Xu Jun glanced at Chen Sanlang, who was like a chicken, frowned, and hesitated for a moment, then started to take action, peeling him to a pair of shorts, then throwing him into the quilt and covering him tightly. After thinking about it, he still felt uneasy, so he simply took out the piece of warm jade that was close to his body and hung it on Chen Sanlang's neck.

The warm jade has a rippling blush like water waves, but it can emit warmth and feel extremely comfortable.

This is a treasure that is hard to buy. If you take it out, even many powerful people will be moved by it.

Xu Jun has worn this jade since she was a child. Xu Nianniang said that it was the only thing left by Xu Jun's mother. For her, the significance of commemoration is greater than the value of the treasure itself.

After doing these things, Xu Jun sat cross-legged and worked his way. After about half a quarter of an hour, there was a scorching breath all over his body and he steamed his wet clothes dry.

There was a knock on the door, and the waiter brought ginger soup.

After taking the ginger soup, Xu Jun sat by the bed and fed Chen Sanlang with a spoon. Since Chen Sanlang was sleeping soundly, he had to squeeze his mouth open before feeding it in.

Pinching his cheek, I remembered the body I saw when I was peeling off my clothes just now: I didn’t expect this man to be gentle and quite muscular…

Thinking of this, my face couldn't help but feel a little shy and charming. It's a pity that no one saw it and let down such a moving expression.

No, someone...

Xu Jun spooned another spoonful of soup and fed it to her. She suddenly saw a pair of bright eyes staring at her, her eyes were as bright as a thief. She was startled:

"When did you wake up?"

Chen Sanlang touched his chin: "It should be since you fed the first ginger soup."

As he said that, he struggled to sit up, and the quilt slipped down, revealing his bare arms, and exaggeratedly exaggeratedly: "Why am I not wearing clothes? What did you do to me? You have to be responsible for me."

When Xu Jun heard this, his eyebrows stood up: "What a good Chen Sanlang who is so good at being cheap!"

He could hardly help but use Xu's flying foot and kicked him out of bed, but then he thought about it and laughed.

This smile. All the worries and anxiety before disappeared.

With this smile, she felt as happy as spring!

...

"This day is really a bit long..."

In Kunlun Temple, there were seven peach blossoms planted in the backyard. A Taoist priest was standing under a peach blossom, breaking a branch in his hand to play with it.

It was already evening, because it was raining, the weather was gloomy and dark. If you looked farther away, you would be indistinguishable.

Wangji's true gaze seemed to penetrate the gloom and see the scene of the sky high above.

At this moment, his eyelids fell, covered the light of his eyes, and sighed: "The time is indeed irreversible. So what if the fellow Taoist is persistent, it's worth it to have only endure the whole life of his life."

There is a lot of regret in the words.

"But who is that person who can survive this disaster? Thinking about it, I still have some entanglement with him..."

What happened in the mountain temple, Chen Sanlang broke his paper-cutting technique, and then based on the assassin's return, and afterwards, Wangji Zhenren had already found Chen Sanlang's background, but he did not move and had other plans.

He stepped out of the peach tree and returned to the observation. He did not wear rain gear throughout the whole process, but he did not touch a drop of water on his body.

When I approached the door, I suddenly stood still and looked back.

The place where he stood was not high, but as his eyes turned, he seemed to have taken the entire Chang'an under his eyes and understood it clearly.

Chang'an hides dragons and lies in the tiger. How could Taoist Zhengyang hide his actions before? However, those who are both open and secret choose to sit idly by, stand by and not interfere because of various positions and reasons. It is understandable that the target target that Taoist Zhengyang wants to deal with is too small, so small that people have no interest in taking action.

However, when the results are revealed, I wonder what kind of disturbances will cause?

in particular……

Wangji's real person's eyes fell in the direction of the inner city and the Forbidden City.

"Hey, his expression must be very exciting at this moment."

A smile popped up at the corner of his mouth, and he walked inside without stopping.

The two wooden doors slowly closed, locking the night outside.

...

Inner city, Forbidden City.

This is the most core area in the world, this is the place that only belongs to the emperor, and this is the inner city.

The palaces of the Forbidden City are luxurious, magnificent, and extremely solid, and can be regarded as solid. Even if Chang'an is captured, it will take a lot of troops to capture the Forbidden City.

At this time, the gates in the city have been closed and no one is allowed to enter and exit. Under normal circumstances, in the Forbidden City at night, the only real men are the current emperors. Others are either palace maids, concubines and queens, or eunuchs.

All the guard armors are displayed on the exterior walls and must not be entered half a step.

As for the prince who becomes an adult, he will also move out of the Forbidden City and live in the mansion in the inner city.

But today is exceptional. On a tower in the Forbidden City, there was a monk sitting. He was not tall, but very fat, with a big belly, and a round face full of red face. It looked like he was the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha.

The evening breeze blew up the bright red plaid robe on his body, making a sound, very vivid and eye-catching.

"Why is this happening?"

Murmursing.

If others hear this sentence, they will definitely be surprised, because in the minds of many people, he is like a Buddha, with great supernatural powers and omnipotence.

Such characters should not be confused. In other words, even if there is, they will not be easily revealed.

"It seems that there is a misunderstanding in Yangzhou... Amitabha, sin!"

While reciting the Buddha's name, the monk stood up and went down the pagoda, walking in the Forbidden City as if he was walking in his own Zen Temple.

Here, he is actually free.

Because he is the current French protector: Master Jingsun! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!