Shi Yong stood still.

The man in front of him was very calm and looked at her motionlessly. His tepid eyes were like an immortal sitting on a high dome looking down at all living beings. He was handsome, cold and quiet, but he gave people invisible pressure.

After a stalemate for a while, Shi Yong calmed down, walked over with anger, and sat heavily on his lap.

"Mr. Marquis, I beg you to help me."

Zhao Yin said lightly: "Gentle."

Shi Yong held his neck with his hand, sneered sinisterly, and softened his voice: "I beg you..."

Zhao Yin glanced at her: "Xiaoyi."

Shi Yong took a deep breath, resisted the anger that was about to explode, smiled and blinked, his body became softer, and he snuggled up to him.

"I beg you, my sir..."

Zhao Yin frowned: "It's too fake."

Shi Yong gritted his teeth and smiled again: "I beg you, the kind and just Master Qingtian!"

Zhao Yin hummed: "Are you insulting me?"

Shi Yong stood up suddenly, and supported his shoulders with his hands: "I'll go, your uncle, do you like to help me? Anyway, I've said that I'll hand over the medicine I've refined. Then others are asking you for trouble, so don't ask me for help..."

Zhao Yin's face did not change, as if he didn't care about her threats at all, and said lightly: "I can't control such a arrogant woman."

Shi Yong whispered in his heart and glared at him, "What the hell are you going to do?"

Zhao Yin casually pulled her back, continued to sit on his legs, wrapped his arms around her waist, looked at her for a while, and said slowly: "At this point, you still don't know where you are wrong?"

Shi Yong frowned: "What does it mean?"

Zhao Yin said: "It is clearly a relief to the world, but it ends up like this. Shi Yong, do you still don't know how to reflect on it?"

Shi Yong looked at him silently, understanding what he meant, but not understanding why he came to teach her at this time. What's the use of saying this? She is such a person. Although she knows that "it's not necessarily pleasing to you" most of the time, she still can't help but do it.

"I am so honest. If the marquis is not happy, I will divorce my wife and marry again."

"well!"

Zhao Yin sighed softly, gently brushed the veil of her hat, fiddled it aside, and then lowered his head and kissed Shi Yong's forehead gently.

"I wanted you to learn a lesson, but I never thought-"

He dragged his voice and shook his head helplessly.

"It was me who was taught the lesson."

At this time, the Zen temple was surrounded by people, who asked to see the Grand Governor and Princess Mingguang, shouting, crying, asking for it, noisy, and even hysterical.

The epidemic lasted for so long, and with the appearance of spiritual medicine, people's mood can be imagined.

Shi Yong was sitting on Zhao Yin's lap at this moment, his mood had calmed down and no longer as anxious as he had just now.

"Mr. Marquis, don't struggle. Now you and I are just grasshoppers on a boat. You can't run away from you or me. In my opinion, let's not talk about who begs for anyone. Let's deal with the things in front of you first."

Zhao Yin looked at her expression and suddenly turned his head.

"Thank you."

"I'm here." Xie Fang stood quietly and walked over from the side after hearing this.

Zhao Yin said slowly, "If you send the order, anyone who does not follow the epidemic prevention regulations and surrounds the Qingshou Temple Zen Temple will follow the law. Yi Xiaotong, the commander of the Jinyiwei, supervises this matter and guards it with heavy troops. If someone is unmoved, hinders Princess Mingguang from refining elixirs and prevents the imperial court from epidemic prevention, and gives the evil people an opportunity to take advantage of it, then he will not do it and kill it on the spot."

He said it lightly, but when he heard Shi Yong's ears, every word was like a blade, as if he was hitting a bone, sharp and indifferent.

"Marty, everyone has their own selfishness, so there is no need to be so cruel..."

Zhao Yin looked coldly and cut back the remaining words of Shi Yong.

Xie Fang glanced at Shi Yong, lowered his head and bowed, "I will do it immediately."

The door opened, and the noise amplified several times and came in.

Obviously, the crowd that had not received a response for a long time was even more excited than just now, and was almost overwhelming.

Shi Yong slowly put down his hand that wanted to convince Zhao Yin, sighed, and sat on his lap, and accidentally brushed his fingers on his shoulders.

"You are too fierce."

Zhao Yin looked at her indifferently, "I am carrying soldiers."

Shi Yong raised his eyebrows and said "Oh" lazily.

Zhao Yin said: "What do you think is the soldier?"

Shi Yongshun said, "Soldiers are meant to be a devil?"

Zhao Yin was stunned and laughed angry at her again, "You know that the soldiers are weird, but you should not be weird when you should be weird, and you should not be weird when you should be weird, you are weirder than anyone else."

Shi Yong looked at him squintly, "Can I treat it as a compliment?"

Zhao Yin said: "I didn't praise you."

Too straightforward and won't give people face.

Shi Yong didn't say a word. Under Zhao Yin's stern and cold eyes, she felt as if she was one of his juniors or students.

Suddenly, there was a sense of pressure in the room.

Pressure from Zhao Yin.

Shi Yong did not speak, but sat obediently on his lap, holding his arm, shrinking like a little quail with hair tied up, his head against his chest, revealing a piece of white neck.

Zhao Yin looked at her for a moment, his gaze became a little softer for no reason. He slowly raised his hand, landed on her head, and rubbed it.

"Children, Guanyin Bodhisattva has never taught you. Is it not enough to have kindness alone?"

The child screamed Shi Yong out of control. Zhao Yin's breath passed through his ears, hot and warm, sounding like criticism and education, and there was some indescribable Pang Ni and ambiguity.

"A weapon is a weapon, stopping sorrow, stopping trouble, stopping killing, stopping all unfair things."

Shi Yong raised his head and silently looked at the man.

"you are right."

She understands all the truth,

It’s just that we cannot achieve the unity of knowledge and action.

Shi Yong suddenly sighed quietly, lowered his head and played with Zhao Yin's sleeves, speaking slowly and helplessly: "But where are such perfect people in this world? God has rewarded me with so many skills, so I have to leave some shortcomings for me, right? Otherwise, how can I live for ordinary people? Where can I use your ability? I am leaving a way out for you. I don't thank me!"

Zhao Yin's eyes narrowed.

It seems like being choked by Shi Yong,

I haven't spoken for a long time.

A cold face gradually blurred in the night light.

...

The night is getting deeper.

The noise outside became calm not long after it became quiet.

Shi Yong thought that the people would be dissatisfied with such strict requirements. Unexpectedly, by the time she left Zhao Yin's room, Qingshou Temple had already quieted down. Not only the people outside the temple, but even the monks in the temple were more cautious than before, wearing their masks in a regular manner, and walking silently...

When Yong went to the medical shed for inspection, the patients saw her like mice and cats, and they dared not mention the elixir.

The effect is significant when using troops to stop trouble.

According to Zhu Jiu's statement, "If you don't have spiritual medicine, you won't die immediately. If you annoy the Grand Commander, I can't save you. If you don't, how can you choose?"

Shi Yong thought it made sense, but she asked herself that she was not the kind of Virgin Mary who didn't ask about it. So the question arises, how did the Governor see that she was "kind and can be bullied"?

For some reason, when he thought that in Zhao Yin's heart, she was actually a "kind person who could be bullied", Shi Yong was inexplicably relieved.

At least, you are not a female devil, be kind, just be kind.

...

...

At dawn, a fast horse ran into Beijing and reported to Emperor Guangqi.

On the official road leading to the capital of Qingshou Temple, a group of carriages and horses slowly walked in the morning glow. In the sound of horse hooves, the golden light was scattered obliquely, soaking the black painted carriage into a magnificent state. A red cloud floated in the sky like a streamer, and the sky stripped away the darkness, high and bright.

On both sides of the road, people burned cold clothes to worship ancestors and kowtowed the paper money and sacrifices of Guanyin Bodhisattva. There were still some residues. When the wind blew, the paper money flew into the air like a black butterfly...

Shi Yong narrowed his eyes and looked at the beautiful auspicious clouds in the sky, and sighed.

"One day in the temple, a hundred years of life. Why do I feel like I have come out of the mountain again, as if I have changed into the world?"

Zhao Yin did not answer her.

He glanced at her for a moment and said, "Before leaving, what did Jueyuan say to you?"

Shi Yong looked at him slantedly, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Speaking of this, Master Jueyuan may be the most sober person in the temple. It turns out that people who do things don't believe in anything. This old monk pretends to be a god and fools people, so he doesn't believe in Guanyin's appearance at all. He asked me directly, how did it do it?"

She smiled at ease, but Zhao Yin frowned.

"Where did you learn that?"

Shi Yong Yangmei: "Which set?"

Zhao Yin said: "Guanyin appears."

Shi Yong: "Well, I will tell you only if I have to pay the tuition fee."

Zhao Yin snorted, "What do I want to know? Who can hide it?"

After all, it was all his people who helped Shi Yong do things. When Shi Yong thought that this was indeed the case, he lazily stretched out his waist and told him the whole set of tricks.

"Makeup, props, and venue selection are all very important. Of course, the most important thing is how to fly. We call this a hanging wire..."
Chapter completed!