Chapter 295

"Ah?"

He turned the topic so fast that Duanmu yawang didn't react for a moment. "Teach me to practice? Now?"

"Yes."

Gong Yulan took her down from her lap and asked her to take out the two ancient books. He turned over and asked, "didn't you get stuck before, where?"

Duanmu Ya looked over and turned a few times, "here."

Gongyulan stopped nodding, let her settle down, and began to explain to her.

After more than two hours of explanation, the sky outside has become a little clear. Gong Yulan stopped, "well, let's stop here. We'll talk about the rest next time."

Duanmu Ya looked at her breath and opened her eyes a moment later.

Gongyulanzhi handed back the ancient books to her. Duanmu yawang took them and couldn't help asking, "what's the matter with you?"

After her practice, she sweated a lot. Gong Yulan wiped the sweat beads on her cheeks with a handkerchief, "why do you ask?"

"What you said is not what I can practice now." Duanmu yawang put the two ancient books back to the source of Linghu lake and said, "also, you can practice at least several times as much as the Holy Spirit. Why do you tell me now?"

Gong Yulan didn't speak. He stretched out his hand, pinched her cheek and gently pulled it a few times. The corners of his lips smiled and said gently, "it's so smart."

Duanmu yawang was not happy to be praised and frowned, "that is to say, I guessed right. Are you really something?"

"HMM." his voice was deep and pleasant, his purple eyes looked at her deeply, and his eyes were burning fiercely: "I have something to do. I need to leave the imperial city for a period of time."

Duanmu yawang's heart burst.

Unwilling to give up, she rushed to the bottom of her heart in an instant. She paused for a good moment and said, "what's the matter with you? After a while, can't we go?"

As long as Duanmu Liguang's follow-up recovery treatment of her legs is completed, she can go out and have a look everywhere.

"Well, this matter is a little urgent." Gong yulanzhi how willing to leave. Originally planned, they went out together to have a look in the past one or two months. Unexpectedly, there are sudden changes now.

He didn't know what he thought. His purple eyes became dark and cold, but he quickly gathered them away, stretched out his hand to hold her petite body in his arms, and tightened his arms: "sorry, I missed my appointment."

Duanmuya looked stunned. After a moment, she remembered what he meant. She hugged him and said, "it doesn't matter."

"That place is too far away and dangerous for you to go."

"Well, I understand."

Gong Yulan stopped he Qiqiang. Since he said it was dangerous, the degree of danger must be beyond her imagination.

"You're alone. Be careful."

"OK."

Duanmuya looked at his instructions and knew that he was worried about her. His heart was sour, warm and funny. He was about to speak, but the voice of the Sanskrit Scripture sounded outside the door: "master?"

The room was very quiet, and Gong yulanzhi didn't respond.

The Sutra paused outside the door for a moment and said, "master, it's about to dawn. We're going to start, otherwise..."

"HMM." Gong Yulan answered the Buddhist sutra, gently stroked Duanmu yawang's long hair, kissed her head a few times, and then said in a hoarse voice: "next time, when the place recovers calm, I will take you there, okay?"

Duanmu yawang nodded, "OK."

Duanmu yawang has never been a weak person. She always knows how to analyze things. In terms of their feelings, Gong yulanzhi has always been more active.

Therefore, she understood that if Gong yulanzhi didn't have to, he wouldn't leave alone.

She is not strong enough now. Gong Yulan doesn't take her with her. She understands: "pay attention, too."

He was too strong to care about food, drink and clothes. Duanmu yawang didn't know what to tell him. Although he was worried about him, he could only say these words.

Gong Yulan nodded, gently let go of her and stood up from the chair.

Duanmu looked at him for a moment.

Gongyulanzhi also looked down at her.

"Woo woo ~"

In the two people's warm eyes, Duanmu yawang's leg was hugged.

Duanmu yawang looked down and found that the Sanskrit sutra was holding her calf with tears, "xiaoyawang, you must not forget my master. We will come back soon..."

Looking at the broken face of the Brahman Sutra, duanmuya looked at the corners of her mouth and twitched a few times. Her reluctance to give up at the bottom of her heart was also diluted. She endured it for a long time before she didn't kick him away.

"Xiao yawang, you should also remember my Buddhist sutra. I like you very much, old man. Your dishes are also delicious. Although I think it's strange for the master to be with you, but..."

"You want to die?"

Gong Yulan stopped his eyes and waved his sleeve. The body of the Buddhist Scripture was far away from Duanmu yawang's legs and rolled on the ground for several times.

The Buddhist sutra lay on the ground, rubbed the place where he was hurt, and wronged: "master, before the old slave's words are finished, you can't let go of Xiaoya hope, can't the old slave?"

Gongyulan stopped his side eyes and stared at him.

The Buddhist Scripture body trembled and lay on the ground for an instant and dared not make a sound again.

"Then I'll go first."

Seeing the sky outside, Gong Yulan turned and looked at Duanmu for a moment. He hung his head. His beautiful thin lips touched her forehead gently. Then he didn't wait for her to react. His figure had disappeared in the room.

"Xiaoya Wang, we will miss you very much. Master, he likes you very much!" the figure of the Sanskrit Scripture also disappeared in the room, and only the shallow echo stayed in the room. "Master, you only look gentle to Xiaoya Wang, and the old minister followed you anyway. When can you look at me more pleasing to the eye?"

Listening to this weak voice, Duanmu yawang was in a trance.

After a while, she turned around and looked at the room. There was really no figure of Gong yulanzhi in the room, only a faint fragrance of plants and trees belonging to him.

Just now it's really not a dream.

She thought so. The sky outside the room was already bright, the candles still lit in the room had burned to the bottom, and there were leftovers on the table.

Looking at this leftover soup, Duanmu yawang suddenly remembered that Gong yulanzhi, who always hated the turbid atmosphere, had taught himself to practice for more than two hours next to this leftover soup

That's enough.

Duanmu yawang smiled gently. She waited for him to come back.

Thinking so, she waved her sleeves. A gust of wind passed, and all the candles in the room went out. She went back to the bed, took off her shoes and was ready to go to bed.

When she was almost asleep, the last sentence of the Sanskrit suddenly rang out in her mind, and then she suddenly opened her eyes.

She seems to have heard the Sanskrit saying to Gong yulanzhi... Old minister?

Minister?

Why does the Sanskrit call itself Gong yulanzhi so?

She must have heard wrong.

The Vatican Sutra said that Gong Yulan was an old slave. She must have heard it wrong.

Duanmu yawang thought so, sleepiness came, and soon he fell asleep.