Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

Under the shadows of bamboos by the window, Wen Yan lowered his head and looked at the red birthday invitation handed over by the guards, and sighed softly: "It should be her..."

"Your Majesty, let's end the chess game here for today. I will go and greet them."

Xiao Huanzhi's eyes stayed on the chessboard, and he nodded when he heard it, "Brother Wen, please do as you please."

The young man in white stood up, bowed, and then followed the guards out.

After they left, Xiao Huanzhi put down the chess piece on his fingertips, his face gradually turned cold, and then he smiled and whispered, "Send someone to check and keep an eye on it."

There is fun again in boring life.

"Yes." A voice came from the darkness.

……

Zhu Baishao and Bitao waited in the carriage for a while, and the guard came over and bowed, "Miss Lin, please follow me to this courtyard first."

Wen Yan was weak and walked slowly, so he asked the guards to bring Zhu Baishao and the others over first.

Guided by the guard, the carriage did not enter through the main gate of the palace, but went around to the side and stopped at the gate of an extremely quiet courtyard.

This small courtyard also belongs to the palace.

"This is where Master Wen lives."

He turned and pushed open the red-painted door of the yard.

The carriage stopped, Bitao got off first, then she opened the curtain and reached out her hand to support Zhu Baishao.

"Miss, we're here... slow down, get off the carriage..."

The guard was standing aside with his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Could it be that Master Wen's fiancée was a weak and fragile woman?

The next moment, the first thing that caught the eye was the slender black hair tied into a low bun, and then the graceful white figure, who, with the careful support of Bitao, groped her way down from the carriage and stood still.

The guard was confused and his brows had not yet been completely frowned, but at this moment Zhu Baishao raised his head which had been lowered.

call--

A breeze suddenly blew, and a thick peach tree at the gate of the yard rustled in the wind, and countless light pink petals fell.

The guards and Wen Yan, who had just turned out from the side of the courtyard, both paused in their breathing.

The girl wore no makeup; her cheeks were as red as fresh litchis and her nose was as rosy as goose fat. She stood among the flying peach blossoms, gentle and silent.

Her nature is like that of orchid, intoxicated by the wind and moon.

"Thank you for leading the way. May I know where my son-in-law is now?" After putting on her bag, Bitao turned around and held Zhu Baishao's hand, and asked.

The voice startled the guard awake. He realized that he had just been looking at Master Wen's fiancée in a daze and his face flushed.

At this time, a clear male voice came from the courtyard, "Miss Lin?"

Hearing the voice, several people at the door all looked in the direction of the voice. Only Zhu Baishao looked up blankly at first, then lowered his head and frowned, and whispered: "Qingxu greets Brother Yan."

Zhu Baishao can actually see the live broadcast in her mind, but she just enjoys playing the role of Emperor Beast.

And she didn't call him that on purpose. She asked from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Lin Qingxu originally called him that.

Bi Tao glanced at Wen Yan who was walking slowly towards her without leaving any trace, and nodded secretly. The son-in-law was also a handsome man, worthy of the young lady...

Oh, no, she was being played, they were spies! They were fake!

"Come in first." Wen Yan stopped a few steps away, his eyes indifferent and with a scrutinizing look.

He and his fiancée hadn't seen each other for many years, and when they met today, they felt extremely strange.

Zhu Baishao didn't move until Bitao helped her forward. Then she took a step, one small step at a time, each of the same size, as if measuring.

"Miss, be careful with the steps."

Bitao got into the role and reminded carefully.

Zhu Baishao lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and stepped over.

The guard's brows were furrowed more and more, and when she passed by him, he finally realized that the woman in front of him, who did not look like an ordinary person, had a pair of eyes without any spirit.

Blind man?

(Blind person)

This……

For a moment he actually felt that God was unfair to her.

As if she noticed someone's gaze on her eyes, Zhu Baishao turned her face slightly.

The guard knew he was being rude, so he quickly looked away, took his leave, and looked back once reluctantly before leaving.

Wen Yan also withdrew his gaze. He covered his lips with a handkerchief, and when he lowered his eyes, he also concealed the strange look in his eyes.

Although he hadn't seen her for a few years, he still remembered that Lin Qingxu had a pair of almond-shaped eyes and no teardrop mole under her eyes...

After entering the courtyard, Bitao looked around and saw that the courtyard was small and exquisite, with about four or five houses, a front hall and a back room. There was also a hidden corner door in the southeast corner, leading to the palace garden.

Zhu Baishao was thinking about the courtyard gate plaque that she saw in her mind when she got off the carriage just now: Zhuxingju.

Before she became paralyzed, she had wanted to hook up with a boy who studied Buddhism at the same school. However, she had spent a lot of effort studying Buddhist scriptures just to have common topics for the two of them. But who knew that the boy was like the reincarnation of Buddha and remained calm and unperturbed.

Can only give up.

But I heard from the nanny that after she became paralyzed, the guy came many times. Maybe he fell in love with her late, or maybe he regarded her as a friend?

However, she was paralyzed at that time and didn't want to see these old friends again, so she asked the nanny to keep him and some people out of the door every time. Until her death, she was bound to the system and never met him again.

……

All things are impermanent, they are subject to birth and death. When birth and death are extinguished, nirvana is bliss.

The operation of all things in the world is impermanent. There is life and death, and there is death and life. Without the law of life and death, one can enter the Buddhist state of Nirvana, which is both eternal life and the moment of death.

So Wen Yan was not only a Buddhist believer, but also knew that he would not live long?

What about the Regent Xiao Huanzhi, whom he regarded as a close friend?

The original plot did not explain where he went after faking his death. Did he become a monk? Was this also the reason why he had no children in his life?

Are these two guys with similar temperaments who both want to become monks?

Supported by Bitao, Zhu Baishao sat down on a chair in the main hall. His eyes were calm and gentle, and he did not speak at first.

Wen Yan sat upright in the first seat, his eyes wandering across Zhu Baishao's face without leaving a trace, and said softly, "Qingxu came here suddenly today, why didn't you say hello in advance?"

Zhu Baishao clenched her hands on her knees, her face drooped slightly, the corners of her eyes turned slightly red, revealing a hint of grief.

Bi Tao beside him also had tears in her eyes. She explained, "To answer your question, my master passed away a few days ago, leaving only our young lady. Someone from the Wen family came to offer condolences. After discussing with the relatives of the Wen family, they asked us to come to the Imperial City to look for your master. They hope that your young lady and your master can get married in Rexiaoli, so that your young lady will have someone to rely on in the future."

Hearing this, Wen Yan pursed his lips, seeming a little surprised.

He glanced at Zhu Baishao inadvertently and saw the beautiful girl lowering her head slightly, her hair dark as if she was a little shy after hearing about marriage, even the tips of her ears and a small part of her neck that were exposed on the side were a little pink.

Most is the gentleness of the bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus invincible to the cool breeze.

Wen Yan's heart started beating like a drum.