MTL - Water Recovery System-Chapter 43

The man came in a moon-white brocade robe spotlessly clean, with long silk-like hair **** at will, slightly raised by the wind.

His complexion was as pale as jade, and his eyes seemed to have collected the aura of heaven and earth, and when he looked back inadvertently, the brilliance flowed. Long body jade, unparalleled elegance.

"The subordinate Wei Chi Yan is a close friend of Sanskrit." Yu Chi Yan said, he coughed a few times, and the cold smell of medicine lingered all over his body. "It happened that the king came to him to get the medicine, so he will take you in."

Shen Jia said: "Thank you, Lord."

"Since you can have this Buddha string on your body, you must be someone who is extremely important in Sanskrit. In this way, you can call my son inkstone just like him." Yuchi Yan's body seems extremely poor, and he has to stop like this after walking two steps. He coughed a few times, and a sickly flush appeared on his face.

Shen Jiayan hurriedly pushed back: "Back to the prince, this string of Buddha was only picked up by me, and I didn't dare to take it for myself, and naturally I didn't dare to match the prince's peers."

Yuchi Yan paused for a while, and said "It's okay" after a long while. It just didn't mention that Shen Jiayan called him "Ziyan" again.

In the temple, the ancient cypresses are green, sandalwood curls, but they hear the sound of birds.

Yuchi Yan took Shen Jiayan around the temple in a familiar way. The winding path leads to the quiet place, which is the Buddhist monastery of Sanskrit.

Pushing open the door gently to go in, Sanskrit was lying in front of the case. Rice paper is spread on the Lihua desk, and on it is an unfinished painting. The painting is only halfway through, and the peach blossoms of a tree are colorfully fallen on the ground. There was a teenager who slept leisurely on the peach petals. His sleep was fresh and natural. He should have a good dream.

The only pity is that the boy has not yet added his eyebrows. Otherwise, you can see how stunning it is.

Looking at the painting, Yuchi Yan's heart sank inexplicably, but he pretended to smile and joked: "Sanskrit, there is a finishing touch in ancient times. If you don't draw your eyebrows, maybe you are also afraid that this young man will come out of the painting and disappear. Nothing?"

"No." Fanyin didn't want this painting to be seen by others. After the ink was dried, he put the painting away and asked, "You have finished your medicine again?"

"Ahem, the situation in North Korea has been treacherous these days, and I have such a broken body. It is inevitable that I will take the medicine faster." Yuchiyan laughed at himself, "Isn't the Flower Festival coming soon? The prince and Lao Liu are fighting like a raging fire, and they both think. Fighting this errand. After all, like this, there are not many opportunities to win over the officials in a fair manner, and to dispatch the six departments to take advantage of the opportunity to fill their own pockets. The snipe and clam fight, but I have suffered a fisherman who does not want to profit."

Fanyin poured the snow water into the purple sand pot and boiled. Pieces of green tea slowly floated to the surface of the water and then slowly sank, fluttering up and down, and the fragrance of the tea overflowed.

"The emperor is old after all, and he doesn't want to see them fighting each other again. This is a reminder." Fanyin shook his head, "It's a pity that the prince and the sixth prince still don't understand."

"Yeah, the emperor is old after all." Yu Chiyan sipped the tea in the cup cleanly, and the sadness between his brows seemed to disappear completely. "I can only come to you. I have stolen a floating life for half a day. Now I have stolen the Xian, so I have to go back. There are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with in the Ministry of Rites!"

Fanyin handed the medicine in his hand to Yuchi Yan, and said "Treasure".

Yu Chi Yan looked at Sanskrit, then glanced at Shen Jiayan, there seemed to be some worries between his eyebrows, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He believed that if even he could see that this young man might be the robbery of Sanskrit, then it would be impossible for him to be overwhelmed by Sanskrit's intelligence. Then there is no need for him to say more.

Yuchi Yan covered his lips and coughed a few times.

After Yu Chi Yan left, Fan Yin asked Shen Jiayan, "How can I make myself so embarrassed?"

Shen Jiayan touched his face casually, and the blood and mud marks on his face were immediately mixed, and even the original white and tender complexion was invisible.

Shen Jiayan described how Yan originally planned to frame him and how he escaped. In the end, I mysteriously took out the Buddha string from my arms, and handed it to Sanskrit like a treasure: "Master, look, fortunately I brought it out."

Fanyin looked over at the same time, the Buddha string was scattered in Su Mansion that day. Never thought that Su Yichen would find them one by one.

Shen Jiayan put the Buddha string into the palm of Sanskrit's hand, and pointed to the end to show him: "I haven't found a few beads, so I made up some red beans for the master. You look at the black Buddha beads lined with scarlet red. Red beans are also pretty, right?"

Red beans are the most acacia since ancient times.

Sanskrit subconsciously threw the Buddha string out: "What a fool! How can the Buddha beads be stringed with red beans?"

"Why not?" Shen Jiayan looked at Fanyin, his eyes were clear and clean, and he was even more innocent than the innocent child. "Does the master dislike red beans?"

Only then did Fanyin remember that Su Yichen's biological mother had gone too early, and the Yan family would definitely not teach him these things about love. So he didn't know what it meant to give red beans to someone, and it was excusable. I'm afraid he really just thinks this red bean looks good, right?

Fanyin thought about the reason for Su Yichen, and now he secretly felt guilty for his attitude.

Shen Jiayan lowered his head, and there was a faint cry in his voice: "Master, do you dislike the Buddha string or me?"

San Yin stood with his hands down, did not speak or move a bit. But when he looked closely, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, obviously feeling helpless.

Sanskrit wanted to comfort Su Yichen with a few words, but he had never had any comforting experience, and he didn't know what to say for a while. I just feel that even the deepest Buddhism has no difficulty in coaxing people.

It was Shen Jiayan who moved first.

He slowly leaned down and picked up the Buddha string, and wiped the dust on his clothes. His nose was red, and tears flickered faintly in his eyes: "Master, do you want it?" There was a posture of a Sanskrit voice saying "no", and tears immediately rolled down.

Fanyin had no choice but to stretch out his hand, letting Shen Jiayan help him put the Buddha on.

While wearing it, Shen Jiayan thought secretly: The original employer said he liked Sanskrit, but Sanskrit kept avoiding him; what if he didn't say he liked it, but imperceptibly?

Shen Jiayan looked at the Buddha string in Fanyin's hand, pursed his lips and smiled, and it seemed that it was not useless. At least, this is a good start.

Man Yin covered the string of Buddha in his hand with his wide sleeves. Maybe he didn't even notice that when he faced Su Yichen, he had already begun to indulge a lot more than others.

When a person is willing to take a step back willingly for another person, it already indicates that he will take countless steps back for him in the future.

In the following days, Shen Jiayan stayed in Tingchan Temple logically.

first day.

"Master, this is the fast food I made for you by myself. Can you taste it?"

"Being a teacher is not..." Hungry.

"Master, I have cooked this vegetarian food for an hour and a half."

"Okay." Fanyin said helplessly, "Bring it over and let me have a taste."

the next day.

"Master, shall I wait for you to take a bath? I can also help you wipe your back."

"You can wash it yourself as a teacher."

"Master, you see, I burned my hand just now when I boiled hot water for you, there is still a blister here."

"If you don't find it difficult..."

"No!"

The third day.

"Master, let me comb your hair. I made a new comb."

"I don't need to be a teacher."

"Master, I cut my hand when I made a comb."

"Yunchen." Fanyin cried out Shen Jiayan in a tolerant voice, "I don't have hair as a teacher."

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