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Chapter 13

Yan Zhaohe didn't allow Xun Zhui to leave him half a step away. If it had been a few days ago, Xun Zhui would not have heeded his warning, but after Yingge Xiaozhu's incident happened, he had to reconsider whether it was safe for him to go out alone.When he was abducted, he was not very afraid, and to be more specific, he didn't care at all. Sooner or later, Yan Zhaohe would find that he was missing, and he would return to the palace after sleeping.

This is when he is still alive, what if he becomes a dead bone buried in Xiaozhu's backyard?

Flesh and flesh rotted into the soil and mixed with the bones of strangers. No one can confirm who the dead is by relying on the bones.

Xun Zhui doesn't really like to come to this kind of place, he doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, every time he feels that the people who practice here are talking like crazy.He didn't like monks chanting scriptures even more, like countless bees bursting out at the same time, and the irritability rushed straight to his forehead.He waited in the room for a long time but did not see Yan Zhaohe, guessing what Yan Zhaohe was up to, the two of them were separated by a wall, sitting on a stool with curled legs and knocking on the wall.He was so close, he was too lazy to walk a few steps to find it.

Being used to being served by others, he is full of lazy bones.

The little monk just said that the meal will be served in half an hour, and Xun guessed that it was time, but no one came to deliver it. Did you pick up the fast food here or someone delivered it?Unfamiliar with the place of life, no matter how many doubts Xun Zhui had in his heart, he could only turn to Yan Zhaohe. The door of Yan Zhaohe's room was closed, so he opened it carefully and walked in.He had already planned that Yan Zhaohe would not be in the room, if Yan Zhaohe was not there, he would continue to wait, since he was not going anywhere anyway.

King Zhao was in the meditation room, lying flat on the bed and resting, with his hands on his abdomen.

Xun Zhui walked lightly to avoid disturbing Yan Zhaohe. Yan Zhaohe slept deeply, his breathing was steady and long. All the things he brought were placed on the table without being taken out of the box, as if he fell asleep just after entering the meditation room.Half an hour is enough for a person to fall into a deep sleep, let alone a person like Yan Zhaohe who seems to have no time to rest at all.

Yan Zhaohe can watch Xunzhui fall asleep almost every day, but Xunzhui hardly sees Yan Zhaohe resting. Whenever he can't sleep at night and looks for him, Yan Zhaohe sits in front of the case and reviews the memorial.

Yan Zhaohe's appearance is relatively aggressive, because he usually behaves mildly in the world, which weakens the strength of his appearance.But when he fell asleep, he restrained the superficial illusions, and the aggressive strength followed his heaving chest, steady breathing, sharp jaw, straight nose bridge, and the cocoon that could not be removed from the mouth of a tiger holding a sword all year round. They all rushed towards the people who came.

Xun Zhui suddenly noticed that Yan Zhaohe had a tiny scar on the tip of his brow, which he couldn't see unless he looked carefully.The scar runs along the tip of the brow and enters the peak of the brow, ending abruptly at the highest point of the brow.

He couldn't help holding his breath, and got closer to Yan Zhaohe, wanting to see if there were any other blemishes on Yan Zhaohe's face.

Yan Zhaohe never told him how many scars he had on his body.What Xun Zhui knew was related to him, and most of them blocked the assassins, and some of them were caused by Xun Zhui's own mischief when he was a child, accidentally hurting Yan Zhaohe.

A person is obviously good at martial arts, why protect a person subconsciously or use his body to block it?

If you really want to use your body, you can drag a palace official to block it for you.

He never understood Yan Zhaohe, but Yan Zhaohe was familiar with all his habits, but not including when he could speak.

that's enough.

Xun Zhui said softly: "You don't have to."

You don't have to pretend to be so perfect, and you don't have to stay by Li Xunzhui's side every day.

There needs to be a distance between the monarch and his ministers. Once the relationship is too close, suspicion will arise.

Xun Zhui walked out of the meditation room, and a young monk came to meet him, and he asked for an umbrella from the young monk to shade him from the sun.

The boy held an umbrella and went to the back mountain from the path in the backyard. If he remembered correctly, there should be a pavilion in the back mountain to cool off. He had seen the blueprint when Lingshu Temple was expanded.After walking along the path, he suddenly remembered that he should not have left the backyard without authorization, since he still had the fear of Yingge Xiaozhu just now.

But it's all here, if it's too bad to turn around and go back, Xun Zhui hesitated again and again to continue walking towards the mountains.

This pavilion is very ingeniously built. A small stream is drawn down from the depths of the mountain, and the pavilion is built on the stream.An inclined ramp has been built beside the pavilion, allowing people to directly access the stream from inside the pavilion. Because of the stream, there are many algae attached to the ramp, which need to be cleaned regularly to prevent tourists from falling into the stream.

Xun Zhui put away the umbrella and leaned it against the first pillar of the pavilion.He rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves, and walked slowly down the slope. When the stream was close at hand, he squatted down and gently lifted the clear water with his hands.

Taking advantage of the countless shades of the mountain stream and the occasional merciless sunlight, the stream is a bit cunning when it escapes from between the fingers.

Xun Zhui tilted his head and looked after the green leaves floating on the stream. The green leaves looked like a boat in the shimmering light.He didn't stay for long, and returned to the Zen room after sitting for a while. When he returned to his room, Yan Zhaohe was still awake, and the servant stood at the door dozing off.There are scriptures in the room for those staying overnight to read, and there is a small wooden box on the shelf where the scriptures are placed, in which pens, inks, papers and inkstones are stored.

Xunzhui is too boring, so I can only find a pleasing scripture and study ink to copy it.With his current level of knowledge, it is pretty good if he can understand half a sentence. If he has a specialization in art, he doesn't need to be frustrated if he can't understand it.

When the third page was copied, there was no ink, and Xun Zhui was about to sharpen some more, but someone picked up the ink stick.He looked up to the place where the light was covering him, and the man just poured some water on the inkstone.

Xun Zhui immediately wrote on the paper, and Yan Zhaohe took away the paper he copied, "Write a little more and put it in front of the Buddha to worship."

He found another piece of paper for Xun Zhui, "Write it here."

"How did you sleep?" Xun asked.

Yan Zhaohe's tone was filled with the dullness of just waking up: "It's okay."

"We missed the lunch time." Xun Zhui said again.

"It's the minister's dereliction of duty."

"Are you hungry?"

Xun Zhui continued to write, "I went to the creek in the back mountain to play for a while."

He didn't know why he took the initiative to report to Yan Zhaohe, but he just felt that Yan Zhaohe needed to know.Yan Zhaohe watched him write the last word, his expression paused for a moment, and then he quickly returned to normal: "The pavilion on the back mountain is a good place for a walk, and watching the sunset there in the evening is also very beautiful."

In fact, Yan Zhaohe wanted to remind Xunzhui that if he wanted to eat, he could find the monk here or the servant he brought with him.But after another thought, Xun Zhui's daily communication with him is limited to this, people who have nothing to do with him are unwilling to say a word, as if a word is so precious.

But sometimes Xunzhui really likes to be close. In the palace, there is a prince who has been taking care of him since he was a child, and the cook in the back kitchen of Prince Zhao's mansion is also counted as one.

The vegetarian meal in the evening was stewed tofu, Xun Zhui didn't eat it at noon, but ate two small bowls of rice in the afternoon.The servant cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and Xun Zhui held the water glass in a daze.When the sun was not so strong, there were already a lot fewer people in the temple, and now there are only a few here and there, all of whom are planning to go down the mountain and stay in nearby villages.The little monk sweeping the floor finally had to sit idle in the hall and chat with his companions on duty. Xun Zhui passed by while strolling in the temple. The drafts blew on him, lifted the corners of his clothes, and slipped into his trouser legs in the coolness. He squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Hello, benefactor!" The little monk rushed to greet him in the hall.

Those who can live in the temple are either rich or noble, and they all put on airs and are more arrogant than the other.The little monk has seen a dignified and elegant lady from a rich family, as well as a handsome young man from a family, but he has never seen someone like Xun Zhui.

Dressed casually, even if the people he met didn't understand jade, they could tell that the jade pendant on his waist was expensive.The long hair can't be said to be messy, but it just makes people feel like they just woke up from the bed.A pair of black pupils and white eyes are shining brightly. She has grown taller, but her body is still as thin as a piece of paper.

Xun chased after hearing someone calling the benefactor, he looked around and found no one else, so he was sure it was him.He found the source of the sound, which was a young monk holding a broom in his arms.

He stretched out his hand to the little monk and shook it a little, and the little monk immediately responded with a big smile.

Seeing the little monk's smile, Xunzhui took a step back subconsciously, and ran back without looking back.Yan Zhaohe saw Xun Zhui walking back from a distance, the child lowered his head and walked fast, with big strides, he came to him in the blink of an eye, and plunged into his arms.

"What's wrong?" Yan Zhaohe asked concerned.

Xun Zhui shook his head vigorously, the hair on his forehead blew up against Yan Zhaohe's chest, Yan Zhaohe smiled and fixed him in one place.

After a long time, Xun Zhui covered his face and said, "It's so dazzling..."

"Huh?" The words were endless, and it was a problem for Yan Zhaohe to find something to reply for a while.

Xun Zhui freed his hand covering half of his face, and wrote on Yan Zhaohe's hand.

"A young monk smiled at me just now."

Yan Zhaohe laughed out loud after understanding what Xunzhui meant, he held Xunzhui's wrist and said with a smile, "Let me see you."

Xun Zhui shook his head frantically.

"It's nothing, ordinary people laugh like this." Yan Zhaohe comforted.

"really?"

"You know that everyone laughs like that when you smile yourself." Yan Zhaohe added, "From the heart."

"In the future, if someone smiles at you like this, don't be shy. If you return the same smile, you might be able to make a new friend." Yan Zhaohe felt like the little emperor's elder again.

Xun Zhui was silent for a while, Yan Zhaohe was still looking down at him after he raised his head.

He bit his lip, recalling the smile of the little monk just now in his mind, stiffly and hard-working to make the arc of his lips bigger, but soon he pursed his lips and pulled his face down.Xun Zhui was about to sigh, and sure enough he couldn't do it, but when Yan Zhaohe looked at him with encouraging eyes, he felt that he should try again.

Huoshaoyun cast the afterglow of the setting sun on the boy's side face, and the fine hairs on his cheeks were clearly visible.Xun Zhui's smile is not brilliant at all, forcibly hooking his lips makes his smile a bit funny at the moment, Xun Zhui thinks so himself.

But Yan Zhaohe still looked at him seriously, Xun Zhui had nowhere to go after being stared at like this, his eyes avoided Yan Zhaohe, and he subconsciously curled up his hands.