Chapter 118: Isn't it a power? I can do it too!

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The faint morning light is getting brighter and brighter, and it seems that I want to shine through all the dark corners of the world.
The jade flower on the top of the mountain was in a time of defeat, and the white petals that were slightly withered, rose with the wind, and fell down.
Xiao Yu had just walked to the front of the temple from the temple, and saw some under the willow tree, standing with a young man with a wide-sleeve wide robe, a messy mess, a few dead grass on his head, his face full of dust, Described as a lonely.
When the young man saw Xiao Yu, the white face was red with anger, and he rushed to him in a few steps, gnashing his teeth: "Despicable villain!"
Xiao Yuguang flashed, and Sang Chen’s scholar who had no strength in the hands of the chickens could actually escape in the hands of his powerful guards, and in fact, besides a belly, he still had some minds.
"With the far-off reputation, my is not two days a day, how do you see it today?" For Sang Chen's accusation, Xiao Yu is not angry and laughs. When he laughs, it is a bliss, and people feel that he is really happy, not pretending or perfunctory.
Sang Chen was angry and angry, his face was red and red, and his body was a little trembling. He was stalking his neck: "Shameless! I am willing to inherit the title in the next, I would like to be a Cui Jiasun, and what is your relationship! Why do you tie it down?"
Xiao Yu is still the light and light, and he looks at him with a negative hand: "It is a good thing to have a red heart, but the innocence to this kind of process is really unstoppable. The emperor intends to let you inherit the title. You are not sensible. I naturally have to pay attention to him as a courtier. Otherwise, I am very worried about those who are holding me."
"Even if it is the meaning of the emperor, you don't tie it to the night, but you are tied to Changan at this time. Don't think that you can hide your thoughts! I will first mention the pro-Yu." Clear eyes, at this time almost spurt out the flame, he knows that even if he is not tied, his chances of being able to reach the face are not too big, can be by people, how can he not Annoyed.
On Xiao Xiao’s face, the smile gradually subsided and slowly said:
Hey? You know, I don’t know you, I can’t prove that you are smarter than me, but my mind is not all in business. You think that You can be a senior official when you are full of cockroaches. What you want is this shackle."
Sang Chen licked his lips and screamed at Xiao Yu, but did not answer. He does not know how to be a human being, but he does not want to understand. Just like, he used to think that all the monks in the temples and temples were dedicated to the Buddha. However, in fact, many monks in the temples received money, and some of the nuns directly became the private residences of the powerful and noble. It sounds ridiculous, ridiculous and dirty, and he doesn't want to know. This is true of Buddhism and Taoism, let alone the officialdom of intrigue.
"You can make a pavilion that is not stained with mud. I will not look down on you. I will appreciate it, but..." Xiao Yu has no disguised smile at all. He looks at Sang Chen. Authentic: "I don't know if I don't know people, I can't help myself. As Lang Jun, you want to be clean until the end, and you don't want to die young, then stay away from power and away from the temple, but you can't protect you like this.冉七娘娘."
People don't have to worry about others not knowing themselves, just worry that they don't have the ability. Either you can strengthen yourself, protect the people you want to protect, or hide in the corner early and do the world. The same principle is achieved. When you reach the peak, you are stepping on many people to climb up. How can you not touch the hand?
Sang Chen always studied and asked with his heart and soul. With his talent, he hoped to become a respectable generation of Confucianism like Confucius in the future. Unfortunately, he looked at his different face. Yan Yan’s expertise is destined to be linked to power, otherwise it will not be able to fight the darkness and wash the dead.
After Xiao Yu finished, he felt that he was somewhat inexplicable. Today, I don’t know which rib was wrong, and actually began to teach. He didn't look at Sang Chen, but he walked away.
"It's not a power. As you said, don't do it, it doesn't prove that I won't." Sang Chen screamed at his back, as if sworn, the blazing sun was on him, the pair of clear springs In the eyelids, it is more persevering than when you ask.
Xiao Xiaoton stepped down and slightly turned his head. His silhouette on the side of his face was beautiful. The white teeth appeared in the sunlight. The faint voice had a faint smile. "Yes, wait and see."
All said that the good players are conscientious, Sang Chen, you don't want to die fast.
Xiao Yu Shi Shiran into the cloud from the temple, Bai Yi flashed from the side of the door, and handed the ball: "The genus is special to sin."
If Xiao Yu didn't see him in general, he went straight to the temporary room where he lived. Bai Yi was in a hurry and knew that this time he must have been unable to eat and walked away. He quickly followed up.
Into the Zen Room, Xiao Yu took off his robe and left it on the screen. He sat down in front of him and poured himself a glass of water. He drank a few mouthfuls, and immediately closed his eyes and raised his spirits. Baiyi is the air.
Bai Yi hangs his head and squints at the room. In the autumn wind, his brain is actually sweating on his back. The sweat on his head gathers into the drops and slowly slides down the side of his face. He does not dare to raise his hand. .
About a moment later, Xiao Yu opened his eyes and said, "Come in."
Bai Yi did not dare to delay, stood up and walked into the house.
"Sit." Xiao Yu stretched out his hand and picked up a copy of the book. He bowed his head and looked at it. He didn't mean to ask for sin.
Bai Yi is sitting on a needle felt, stretching his neck and watching him read a piece of public, writing a pen to read the words, just preparing to talk, seeing him open another book, suddenly venting his breath, seeing him again, white Righteously stretched his neck again.
Repeatedly, I never caught a chance to talk. I watched Xiao Xiao read a thick public approval. The time had passed by one and a half hours, and my neck was stiff.
"Lang Jun." Bai Yi finally seized the opportunity and immediately said: "The following special sins!"
Xiao Yu took a look at his sore right hand and gave him a faint look. "Oh."
Bai Yi was in a hurry and quickly counted out his "crimes". "The subordinates should not ignore the orders, so that the seventeen mothers and their aides are almost killed, and the subordinates should not kill the net master!" Please ask Lang Jun."
There was no eye in the sword. No one thought that when the fight was over, the net sorcerer suddenly found himself dead. Xiao Yu was not an unreasonable person. He only glanced at it. "Do you think that I want you to protect your seventeen mothers from selfishness?

Bai Yi has been his guard for almost eight years. What does this guy think in his heart, and he can't know?
Xiao Yu coldly said: "She is an important member of the case. The method of autopsy is done. If you are a murderer, will you start to remove her?"
"I know the truth!" Bai Yi felt the overwhelming coldness and momentum. He felt that he was standing naked in the snow and ice, but he was burning in the heart.
"It’s not just you, but also the rushing, and even the readers who have no strength in their hands can’t stand it. I’m ashamed to listen.
Xiao Yu said that he was angry, but he didn’t seem to have much anger. He leaned against the window with a cup of tea and squinted his eyes. He said: "After going back, copy the heart of the heart and go to the ten army sticks. You send a letter to the rush, let him look at it."
Bai Yisong breathed a sigh of relief. It’s good to have a fixed number. Although he hates writing something, but relatively speaking, this punishment is already light, and it’s the worst to run the
self-seeing
, in comparison, white Yidun was very balanced in his heart.
"You just heard my conversation with Sang Suiyuan?" Xiao Yu looked down at Bai Yi, who was about to retreat.
Bai Yi’s heart burst into a heart and he only said:
Yes.

Xiao Yu coveted his reflection in the cup, as if he was very confused. "Have you noticed that I have become more and more kind recently."
How to answer this question? To be kind, compared to yesterday, forced a county to lead the whole family and self-sufficiency, today is quite kind. Bai Yi looked at Xiao Yu with uneasiness, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.
"Oh, Sang Suiyuan... You have been hanging high, how do I turn over." Xiao Yu stared at the few pieces of jade petals that occasionally floated outside, and the eyes were always stunned and gradually deepened.
The reason why he stimulated Sang Chen was actually very complicated. He still can't understand it now, but he only needs to understand one thing himself. He wants to bring back what he has lost.
As for Yan Yan, Xiao Yu’s eyes narrowed and asked Bai Yidao:
Do you want me to bring that mother back home?

Bai Yi burst into sweat, thinking that you are a court assistant, Lang Lan Xiaoshi, Lang Jun, this question needs to be thought? If you want to, you don’t want it. But when I think about it, Lang Jun’s life is hard, and he has this idea... Wouldn’t it be tempting? So care about the safety of the seventeen mothers?
Such a thing, Xiao Yu can not understand, Bai Yi is even more afraid to declare it, can only stand silently.
Xiao Yu raised his hand slightly, Bai Yi suddenly seemed to be unloading a big sentence, and he was relaxed. Although he was very anxious to run out, he could not be revealed on the surface. He had to be a heavy and steady appearance. After he left the Zen Room, he immediately flew. Run up.
Outside the temple, Sang Chen stood under the willow tree for a long time, looked at the shadow of Meishan on the mountain, and moistened the lips into a line.
After watching it for a while, Sang Chen dragged his tired body and walked toward the hidden Zen room.
The winding path is quiet, and the sound of the wooden fish that comes from the meditation room is getting closer and closer, and the sandal scent in the air is more obvious.
"Uncle Shi." Sang Chen stood at the door and called.
The wooden fish in the house sounded a meal, and the door opened for a moment. Huai Yin walked out and stood under the gallery. He looked at Sang Chen and said: "I am going to call people to boil water."
"I want to talk to you for a while." Sang Chen prevented him from wearing the shoes.
Huaiyin Feng is silent and calm, and when he looks at him, it will make people feel self-defeating and feel peace of mind.
Sang Chen took a moment and said directly: "I want to enter the official."
Huai Yin’s usual flat expression was a little more surprised, and the slender eyebrows picked up slightly, apparently disapproving of his approach. Sang Chen is a rare soul-to-pure person. He does not know that the world is sinister. He just abandons them. This is not a escaping from Huai Yin, but a talent, just like a lotus mud.
This kind of nature is not easy to change. In a complicated officialdom, he may soon be broken.
"Why?" If it is a neighbor, Huai Yin may only have one sentence, "It will be good with the heart," and he can still look forward to the gaze of Sang Chen.
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