Chapter 57 Smiling words hate sleepless, kindness and resentment and hatred for a long time

The words with a smile are hard to sleep, and the kindness and resentment are long-lasting.

It is expected that the child will fall into the Buddhist temple, but Hepa will break it at will.

Hearing this, Wu Xi pulled up the corners of his mouth, "I don't understand what Your Highness means very much."

Turning his back to the attackless Leng Ye, he really wanted to yell at the attackless attack, but when he turned back and faced the attackless, it was still the gentle Leng Ye. He only heard Leng Ye say, "The matter of the barbarians has not been dealt with yet. You and Princess Pan go back first. Let's see, I don't think there is anything wrong? But what do you want to do if you want to stay in Tianfo Temple for one more day?

"Light..." Before Wuxi finished speaking, Leng Ye listened to the "light" of Wuqi as "but". He thought that Wuxi wanted to say something, so he interrupted her, "Lord Chen, don't say it again. At this time, I have decided."

Wu Xi still wanted to say something, but looking at Leng Ye turn his back to himself again, he held back what he wanted to say, gently exhaled, and walked out of the Zen room and took a step. Leng Ye's voice remembered, "Where is Lord Chen going?"

"I'm going to see the children." After saying that, he walked to the place where he practiced lightly without looking back.

Leave a guilty face behind him, but he is determined to be cold. Don't blame me. What you like, I respect you, but he is not good to you. I have the right to take you away, even if you don't want to.

As he walked, he thought about Wuxi. He didn't know how to say it to Tan Dan. He didn't see Chu Zhaoran coming. Chu Zhaoran didn't know what he was in a hurry to do, and he didn't see Wuxi. The two bumped into each other. Wuxi almost knocked down. Chu Zhaoran hurriedly reached out and hugged Wu's waist, and the two of them looked at each other for a while. He came to his senses and left Chu Zhaoran's arms, "Your Highness Chu."

Chu Zhaoran, who was also embarrassed, didn't know where to put his hand. He looked like where to look, so he kept blinking, "Lord Chen, where are you going? Didn't you even look at the road?"

Soon after calming down, Wu Xia said respectfully, "Your Highness, the subordinate is going to see the children practice martial arts."

Is it such a big child?" Is your son going to practice martial arts here?

Hearing his words, Wu Xi looked up at His Royal Highness Chu. Can I not tell you?" Yes! He worshipped the master of Tianfo Temple as his teacher. Tomorrow, he and Princess Pan will return to Yanguo and stay in Tianfo Temple.

Hearing this, Chu Zhaoran asked in surprise, "Go back to Yanguo? Why don't you go back to Yuanhui Palace with me and then go back to Yanguo with Leng Ye?

"Your Highness asked the subordinate to go back to the country to deal with important matters first, so..."

Hearing Wu Xi's words, Chu Zhaoran nodded, "Go and see your son!" I have something important to do with Leng Ye.

"The subordinate retreated." Saying that, he passed by Chu Zhaoran. No one knew whether this passing by would never meet again. Wu Xi walked a few steps and couldn't help looking back at Chu Zhaoran's back and muttered, "Isn't it? I haven't seen this life?" With this, he lowered his eyes and turned around and walked away. She didn't see Chu Zhaoran looking back at the back that gradually disappeared in the aisle when she turned around. Why did I feel that something had been emptied? Thinking of this, Chu Zhaoran smiled bitterly, "What are you thinking about?" He shook his head and walked into Leng Ye's Zen room.

When I arrived at the back yard, I saw the insipidness of practicing martial arts seriously. I couldn't help but feel very reluctant. Without him, could I still persist in living now? Without him, can I still feel the hope of life? Without him, can you still know that you are alive?

I don't know how long Wuxi stood in the corner. When he heard the monk saying that he could rest, he almost fell down from above. Wuxi quickly stretched out his hand and saw the monk hugging Dan in the middle of the sky. "Be careful in the future."

"Thank you, Master."

Hearing this, he put down the light and caught a glimpse of Wu Qi on one side. He wanted to paste it with both hands, "Amitabha, I have seen Lord Chen."

Before waiting for the monk to talk, he suddenly shouted energetically, "Dad!"

He threw himself into his arms happily and looked at the monk in embarrassment. The monk nodded with a smile and left.

As soon as the monk left, Wu attacked opened his light arms and said, "Have you washed your hands?"

Only then did she know that she held Wuxi without washing her hands, so she looked at Wuqi's face with fear. Seeing that Wuqi just smiled and hugged Yan in her arms again, and then jumped up and shouted happily, "Wow... fly, fly!"

Wuxi shook his head with a smile and sat down on a roof with a faint hug.

I saw a faint and excited clapping of my hands, "Wow... Dad's kung fu is so powerful. Can I be as powerful as my father when I grow up?"

He touched his faint head dotingly, "I will, I will. At that time, I flew around with the girl I liked in my arms. As she spoke, even her eyes revealed her yearning.

I don't want to hold Wuqi's hand lightly, and say in a milky voice, "When I grow up, I will fly around with my father."

Looking at the child's serious expression, he couldn't help bursting into tears, but it didn't flow out. "Who knows? At that time, there will be only the girl I like in my eyes. How can there be a father?

Hearing this, he shouted unhappily, "No, that's right!" In the faint eyes, only Dad won't like other girls, and then he didn't take Dad to fly around.

What can I argue with a child? Thinking about this, he looked at the beautiful Tan Dan seriously, "Tan Dan, tomorrow's father will return to Yanguo."

"Tomorrow? So fast? I've only been learning from my master for a day.

"Then let me ask you, do you want to continue learning?"

He nodded faintly and seriously, "I think."

"Then stay here and return to Yanguo after learning, okay?"

When he heard Wu Xi's words, he pouted and pulled Wu Xi's sleeves. "No, I want my father to stay with me."

"But Dad must go back to Yanguo if he has something important to do."

Hearing this, his little face looked like a rag. "Then Dandan said goodbye to his master before leaving."

Looking at such a light, Wuxi really couldn't bear to tell him his decision, so he hugged Tan Dan, "Tan, you heard from your father that you stay in Tianfo Temple to practice martial arts well, and Dad will take you away ten years later."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he heard Wuxi's words, he left Wuxi's arms excitedly and almost fell down. "You're lying."

"I didn't lie to you."

"No, my father doesn't want me and my mother to jump into the lake. My mother doesn't want me to sell me to you. I thought I had a father who loved me, but you didn't want to be indifferent." He said and grabbed the attackless sleeve, "Dad, don't be indifferent... If you listen to your father in the future, you will be good, Dad..."

Wuxively sucked his nose and took a light little hand. "Light, Dad won't want you, and Dad can't live without you, but you can't go back with Dad for the time being. Dad wants you to have a skill and practice martial arts well. Dad comes to see you every year."

I didn't want to feel a faint mood and rolled down with great excitement. Fortunately, I hugged Wuqi's eyes, landed safely, struggled to death, and then fell to the ground. Wuxun wanted to help Dan, stared at Wuqi, shook off Wu's hand, and stood up regardless of the bruise on his hand. "Don't worry about it, in the future. Don't take care of it. If you think I'm a burden, just go. If you don't want me, don't let me see you. I hate you. I hate you. With that, he ran away without waiting for Wu Xi to finish.

Wuxi wanted to chase, but he still resisted. I would rather you hate me than see you kneeling on the guilloma one day. Thinking about this, Pan Ranmu turned around and didn't know when he stood there and looked at himself coldly.

"Princess Pan..."

"You are so cold-blooded. For a child who is only a few years old, a deception is a lifetime of resentment, and a temporary abandonment is a lifetime of regret. Don't you know? You weren't like this before."

"Before? The lower official doesn't think the princess knows much about the lower official? After saying that, he stopped looking at Pan Ranmu's passing by Pan Ranmu. No one saw that when Wu Xi walked past Pan Ranmu, a tear still rolled down, which was Wu's pain.

And Pan Ranmu didn't expect that Wu Xi would be so ruthless, so he shouted at Wu Xi'an's back, "Chen Mo, I tell you, I think I'm Pan Ranmu tells you that you and I are no longer sisters. As Princess Pan, I tell you that you and I will always be princesses and ministers." Unexpectedly, except for the figure shaking and walking away, Pan Ranmu was so angry that he wanted to go crazy.

A petal floating from Meilin quietly fell on Pan Ranmu's shoulder, who squatted down angrily. Pan Ranmu, who raised his head slightly, pinched the plum petal and sucked his nose. "Plum Blossom, do you also laugh at my lord?" He looked at the place that had disappeared with a crying smile. "It's ridiculous. I still think she's my friend."

As soon as I got to the place where there was no one, the attackless tears fell more and more fiercely. "Who can tell me what I should do? It's the right way to do it." Wuxi sat in the corner of the wall, crying and didn't know when he fell asleep. He didn't even know when it was snowing. Leng Ye took off his shawl and covered Wuxi's body with an umbrella to cover the falling snow for Wuxi. Is it so sad for you to go back to Yanguo tomorrow? Is she so sad that you won't see her again? Thinking about it, he squatted down and gently brushed the snow that fell on Wuxi's body with his hand. "He hurt you so much that you are still thinking about him. Oh... What should I do to you?" He muttered to help Wuqi's hair remove blood. Inadvertently touching Wuqi's forehead, he was shocked and withdrew his hand. "Why is it so hot?"

Seeing this, he threw the umbrella on the ground without thinking, picked it up and walked to the Zen room.

I saw that Leng Ye carefully carried Wuxi into the meditation room and put it in **. He gently covered the quilt for Wuqi and called the master of Tianfo Temple who knew medical skills. After the diagnosis and treatment of Wuxi, Leng Ye carefully sat on the edge of the bed and checked whether the high temperature of the forehead of the forehead had fallen from time to time.

I don't know how long it took, Leng Ye sat there in a daze and slept with his elbows.

When Wuxi opened his eyes, he saw Leng Ye sleeping on the edge of his bed, and his dry throat sounded hoarsely, "Your Highness..."

Chapter 57 *End