After seeing off the Lin family, Yu Xiang and Yu Siyu took charge of the family together, the Marquis's Mansion finally returned to its former peace. After all, the four nannies came from the palace. After staying for a long time, they were afraid of being forgotten by the empress. Seeing that Yu Miaoqi was much more peaceful, they hurried to say goodbye. Before leaving, they held five hundred female rings, all of which were obtained by Yu Miaoqi's daily copy.

After that, Yu Miaoqi often left the mansion, saying that she was going to visit Lin. She seemed to have recovered from a series of blows. Not only was her complexion rosy, but her eyes were bright and bright. Especially after visiting Lin, she could greet people with a smile for several days in a row.

Yu Xiang sent someone to follow her, and when she saw that she had entered the Lin house, she slowly relaxed her vigilance.

It was a rare day. The golden sunshine dispelled the cold wind, and the fragrance of plum blossoms was floating in the air. Yu Pinyan was standing behind the desk and painting, painting a picture of a proud snow-covered plum blossom. Yu Xiang was lying on the soft couch opposite him, holding a novel of a strange story in his hand and enjoying it.

Yu Pinyan lit a few petals of plum blossoms and lost interest. He put the rice paper aside and took out a new piece, looking at his sister one by one.

Yu Xiang noticed his focused gaze, put down the book and asked, "Are you drawing me?"

"Well, don't move around." Yu Pinyan carefully blended the ink.

Yu Xiang blinked, as if he was thinking about something. He quickly removed the bead hairpin on his head, untied the bun, let one ankle-like black hair spread out, and then put his legs in a graceful posture of lying on his side and overlapping. The white silk stockings were removed, revealing his small and delicate jade feet. One hand was naturally hanging around his waist, and the other hand held his cheek, smiling, "I'm painting this way." After saying that, he felt that it was still a bit imperfect. After thinking about it, he took off his shirt to his elbows, revealing his white and round shoulders.

The cute and cute girl instantly turned into a fairy with unparalleled colors. Yu Pinyan's hand holding the pen tightened unconsciously, and only heard a crisp sound of scratching, the pen tube broke into two pieces. Yu Pinyan had no choice but to hold his forehead, threw the waste pen out the window, and walked over quickly. His low voice exuded a strong desire, "Xiang'er, how do you let me draw this way? I just want to kiss you now." As he spoke, his lips kept getting closer.

"Then we will draw after kissing, and draw my red and swollen lips, as beautiful as peaches and plums." Yu Xiang giggled and stretched out his tongue to lick his brother's thin and graceful lips.

I never knew that my sister was so enthusiastic after revealing her feelings. Even the saint could not resist it. Yu Pinyan whispered in a low voice, and then bit the little fairy's lips into her mouth...

Yu Xiang hummed and hugged his neck with a smile. The two of them rolled onto the soft couch in an instant, tangling with each other.

The ground dragon was already burning indoors, and the temperature rose a lot now, and almost a few small sparks could emerge. Peach red and green willows were guarding the door. He heard the tsk sounds coming from time to time inside, and his expression had long changed from shyness to numbness.

What was more numb than them was the guard guarding the study room, standing straight in a short distance, not even moving his eyebrows. Just then, a guard hurriedly ran from outside the courtyard and walked to the front of the door to bow half a kneeling, "Mr. Marquis, Master Kuhui has found it! He has been escorted back by our people and will be able to arrive in Beijing tomorrow."

The study room was quiet for a moment, and after a while, Yu Pinyan pushed open the door and ordered in a deep voice, "Prepare the horse, I will pick him up in person."

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Rather than saying that Master Kuhui was escorted back, it was better to say that he was escorted back. In order to heal his sister, Yu Pinyan tried his best to send many guards to Tianzhu, Siam, and Nanyang to find people. The cost of one single trip was very expensive in five years. Fortunately, his hard work paid off, and finally found Kuhui, who was studying in Tianzhu, and without saying a word, he carried the person onto the ship and forced him back to Beijing.

Kuhui is only twenty-five or six years old this year. Although he was raised by Kuhai himself, he studied medical skills more than Buddhism on weekdays. Because Kuhai was not good enough, he went to travel far to seek scriptures. When he arrived in India and other places, he was attracted by foreign medical skills. If he forgot to practice, his mood would naturally not be as harmonious as Kuhai.

Kuhui felt a little unwilling. He inquired along the way and learned that the person who tied him was Yongle Hou, known as the Living King of Hell, who killed people like hell in his life and committed murder indiscriminately. That unexpected thing turned into resistance. When he arrived at Dezhenguo Temple, he heard Yu Pinyan's plea, but he refused without thinking.

Yu Pinyan asked angrily, "How can the master be willing to heal the sister? Anything I, Yu Pinyan, can do it."

Ku Hui recited a Buddhist scripture, and after opening her eyes, he spoke slowly, "Today, you wear a single dress and perform the grand ceremony of three kneeling and nine kowtow from the plank road at the foot of the mountain. Walk all the way to the temple gate. I will consider your request."

Zhenguo Temple is located on the top of the mountain, with a driveway built around the mountain and a plank road for woodcutters to walk. It takes half an hour to walk from the driveway, one hour to walk from the plank road, and also to perform the three-kneel and nine-kneel ceremony on the steep stairs. The difficulty can be imagined. After a while, even if Yu Pinyan is a strong man, he may not be able to hold on.

The guards standing on both sides couldn't help but draw their swords toward each other, but Kuhui closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha in a low voice.

Yu Pinyan waved his hand, ordered the guard to take back the knife, bowed, and said, "Master, then we will make a decision." Then he hurried down the mountain.

When he returned to the Marquis' Mansion, he didn't tell anyone, staring at his sister to sleep, and quietly left when she lay down on her side until midnight. He knelt three times and nine times from the foot of the mountain to slowly walk towards the top of the mountain. Before he knew it, the dark sky light slightly shone white, his hair was covered with ice beads condensed from morning dew, and the fabric on his knees was broken due to friction, revealing the bruised and purple kneecap.

The guards who were following him were already crying and kept saying, "Marty, let me come down." But he turned a deaf ear. When the rising sun rose, he finally arrived in front of Zhenguo Temple.

But Kuhui avoided him and sent only a little novice monk, saying, "The donor's killing is too serious and the sin is hard to eliminate. Please continue tomorrow."

"What did you say, bald ass?" The guards were furious and pulled out their swords.

Yu Pinyan waved his hand and stood up calmly. Kneel. No matter how many times Kuhui asked him to kneel down, even if he smoothed all the steps on the plank road, he must cure his sister.

"Mr. Marquis, forget it!" One of the guards gritted his teeth and roared. If he had to do this every day, would the Marquis' legs still want?

Yu Pinyan suddenly turned around, his eyes red, "I don't want to hear this for the second time!" It's about Xiang'er's lifelong life, how could he just let it go!

The guard was shaved by his evil gaze and suddenly became silent, but he heard a clear voice coming from behind, "Yes, forget it!"

"Xiang'er, why are you here?" Yu Pinyan wanted to meet him, but his stiff legs were out of control.

Yu Xiang arrived in front of him under the push of the peach red and willow green, looked up at him firmly, and suddenly reached out to hold his clothes and pulled him to his knees. A muffled sound made people feel a headache when they heard it.

The guards showed resentment, but they dared not speak out. It doesn’t matter if they provoked the Marquis, but no one could help them. No one knew that Miss Xianger was the lifeblood of the Marquis.

Yu Xiang touched his stubborn face, with a bright and weird smile, "Does it hurt?" Before her brother could answer, she continued, "My heart hurts more than your knees! If my legs are cured and I have to change them with your legs, I will just be paralyzed for the rest of my life! If you come tomorrow, I will remove my legs with my own hands. Do you believe it?"

She took out a dagger from the secret lattice of the wheelchair armrest and slashed hard on her kneecap. The warm blood immediately dyed a large area of ​​thick skirt red.

Taohong Liulu was so scared that she screamed. The guards were stunned and surprised. They thought to themselves: No wonder the Marquis loved and favored the Third Miss so much, but it turned out that the Third Miss could even take his own life for the Marquis. It is really natural to be tolerated if they don’t treat her well.

Yu Xiang's movements were too fast, and he knelt all night and his body was stiff. Yu Pinyan failed to stop him in time. After snatching the dagger in her hand, he roared in anger, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"You feel sad? Can you understand the feeling of seeing you kneeling on the ground?" Yu Xiang scratched the wound, made more blood, and ordered with tears in his hands, "You go back with me now, and you are not allowed to come again in the future, don't you hear it? Otherwise, I will completely destroy these legs!" While saying that, he pushed away Taohong and Liu Lu, who were trying to bandage his wounds.

Yu Pinyan had no choice but to pull off her clothes and tie her bleeding wound, and compromised, "I heard that, let's go home now."

Yu Xiang was satisfied, twisted the flesh on the back of his hand hard, and then shouted at the Zhenguo Temple, "Kuhui, listen to me, you want my brother to put down his butcher knife and clean up his evil spirits. How could he know that there was no hard battle on the border to defend his country? How many people in the Han Dynasty would fall into the fire of war and blood flowed into a river. Without him punishing corrupt officials, how many people were wronged, and there was no way to go to heaven and earth. He protected the lives of thousands of people with one person. Is he committed a murder or a merit? The Buddha was born.

It’s not your turn to judge! Besides, it’s me who broke my leg, and it’s me who seeks medical treatment. It’s all your thoughts. What’s the relationship with my brother? If you don’t see your own mistakes all day, you will be able to eliminate the path of a sage. If you talk about people’s mistakes all day, you will hurt the harmony of heaven and earth. You will both eliminate the path of a sage and heaven and earth. You will hurt the harmony of a sage and a sage. No matter how many good deeds you do in the future, you will not be able to make up for it. Let’s go back to Tianzhu and practice for a few decades!" As soon as the words came, they waved to the guards, "Please carry your marquis onto the carriage!"

The guards agreed and quickly carried the master to the carriage that had been waiting on the roadside for a long time.

As soon as Yu Xiang was carried onto the shaft of the car by Taohong and Liu Lu, he saw Kuhui walking out quickly and shouting loudly, "Donor, please stay..." Yu Xiang's words were stabbed in his heart like a knife, making him feel ashamed and regretful.

My brother's kneecap was so injured. How could Yu Xiang stay? He scolded the coachman for leaving quickly. When he turned the direction, he lifted the curtain and raised his middle finger to Kuhui, who had an awkward expression.

"What's the point?" As he watched the carriage walk away, Ku Hui turned around and asked the senior brother who came out.

Ku Hai touched his bare head and guessed, "It's probably because your cultivation is not good, otherwise she should give her thumbs up. Junior brother, do you still not understand when practicing hard in India for five years? There are Buddhas everywhere in the world, and all sentient beings are Buddhas. You shouldn't save people with evil thoughts, and you shouldn't refuse people because of venting your anger. The practice of these years has been wasted. Besides, isn't you studying medical skills just to save the world and the people? Why can't you save donor Yu? You are narrow-minded."

"What my senior brother taught me is that I am ashamed. But now that things have come to this, what should we do?" Kuhui smiled bitterly.

"I will immediately send the little novice monk to send a post to Mr. Yu. For my sake, she will definitely come back." Ku Hai clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha.
Chapter completed!