Jiang Tianqi left the palace in depression. As soon as he stepped into Jiang's mansion, the housekeeper came up to greet him: "General, just now the guest from Penglai Inn came to pass the message, saying that a Buddhist practitioner and Taoist nun were waiting for you in the inn."
Buddha practice and Taoist nun?
Jiang Tianqi thought for two seconds, immediately reacted, and immediately turned over and galloped towards Penglai Inn with joy.
In Penglai Inn, on the balcony of the good Tianzi room on the second floor, a handsome Buddhist monk and a stunning Taoist nun leaned against the railing.
The two seemed to be talking about something, and the Taoist nun seemed to have a little temper. The Buddhist cultivator next to him hurriedly went up to comfort him, his eyes full of pampering.
What a handsome couple, she attracted the attention of the people on the street.
In the capital, monks are rare, because after all, the capital is at the foot of the imperial city, and they are protected by the true dragon energy. Ordinary monks with insufficient cultivation are naturally unwilling to approach.
So it is already unusual to see monks, let alone such a pair of shocking monks.
Youtanhua sat down bored, took a sip of tea, and complained: "Jiang Tianqi is so slow. He has been circulating this for a long time and has not seen anyone come."
Mu Fusheng folded his hands together and said calmly: "I'm afraid that something has been delayed, so he won't deliberately let his senior wait."
He wished to regard your affairs as the most important task in the world, and Mu Fusheng thought.
At this time, from a distance, several fast horses were seen galloping towards them.
The four people in front were riding horses and driving people, and they were actually opening the way for the person behind.
The last group of people followed were actually compensating the vendors who had been smashed in the stalls one by one. The vendors seemed to have become accustomed to it, and they were happy to receive the money and were full of gratitude.
"Uh," said Utanhua incredibly, "Are these people coming to us? Are Jiang Tianqi's people?"
Mu Fusheng shook his head helplessly and said, "Senior guessed wrong."
He hoped that Jiang Tianqi's people would come.
Unfortunately, it's not.
While talking, several fast horses surrounded him and had already arrived at the Penglai Inn. A noble young man was waving happily to the second floor.
"Honor... Taoist sister, Taoist sister."
Youtanhua laughed and said, "Who am I supposed to be? It turns out it's you."
She almost forgot that Song Lan was also from the capital.
Song Lan went up the second floor in two steps, and when he saw Youtanhua, he was about to pounce on him.
Mu Fusheng naturally stepped forward and separated the two. He stood in front of Song Lan, folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Mr. Song is so good."
Song Lan gave Mu Fusheng a angrily glance. Although Mu Fusheng almost lost his life for Youtanhua, he was just unhappy with Mu Fusheng.
He is obviously a jealous, petty and possessive person, but he insists on pretending to be calm and elegant, but Utanhua likes to use his trick.
Song Lan sat down in front of Youtanhua and said, "Hehe, Emperor, this capital is my eyeliner. I will know as soon as you two come in."
Youtanhua smiled and said, "After leaving the Demon Mountain, don't call me that, just call me... Ahua."
"…Ah…Hua….” Song Lan murmured, and after saying that, her face immediately turned red.
Mu Fusheng suddenly recalled the "Mu Fusheng" who was transformed with his spiritual sense in the illusion, and this was the senior he called on on the night of marriage.
He suddenly said, "Don't call it that way."
Youtanhua glanced at Mu Fusheng with a serious face in a daze and said, "What's wrong?"
"No one knows the name of senior. Since you want to give a pseudonym, it's better to be more obscure. Since senior is a Taoist nun, and Young Master Song is dozens of years younger than senior, just call him aunt." Mu Fusheng took one
Put his hand on Youtanhua's shoulder and said with a smile.
"Ah?" Song Lan was confused. When she realized her reaction, she immediately protested, "No, I don't want it."
Didn’t this directly subvert him for a lifetime?
This Mu Fusheng did it on purpose!
Although Youtanhua also felt that Mu Fusheng was a little worried, even if he told the world that she had come to the capital, who would dare to stop her?
However, the little monk was able to consider her in this way, and the hands on her shoulders were still sending her true energy to massage her, which made her feel happy.
So, Utanhua said: "It's so good, that's what it's decided."
Song Lan looked at Mu Fusheng hatefully, and squeezed out two words like an ostrich; "Aunt."
Mu Fusheng put his hands together and said calmly: "Amitabha, how good is it."
At this moment, the door of the second floor private room was pushed open again, and Jiang Tianqi rushed in.
"Emperor..." Jiang Tianqi had not finished speaking.
Song Lan stood up from the side and Liangliang said, "Go out of the Demon Mountain and call him aunt."
"Ah?" Jiang Tianqi looked confused.
Why? He doesn't want it! Jiang Tianqi roared in his heart.
But Youtanhua nodded seriously, and Mu Fusheng stood aside and seemed to be smiling.
Jiang Tianqi had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Aunt... I've been waiting for a long time, and I've been delayed by something in the palace."