Chapter 1023 The teacher almost fell off the horse

Xia Houqing immediately thought of the masked man who played tricks on her.

Yun Lin's appearance was too coincidental, which made people wonder if he was with that person.

A hint of doubt appeared in Xia Houqing's eyes.

Ling Yun looked at the cliff and said: "That person robbed me of money, I chased him to ask for money."

Having said that, Xia Houqing dispelled some doubts.

Given that guy's **** nature that dares to blackmail even the city lord, it's not surprising that he would do the act of robbing the young palace lord of Baihua Palace.

"Aren't you with your parents?"

Xia Houqing asked.

Based on Yunshuang's martial arts, that person will definitely not be able to get cheap.

Ling Yun said: "They are going back to Baihua Palace first, I will go out for a walk by myself."

Xia Houqing nodded.

At this moment, it began to rain suddenly.

At first, there were a few small drops, and in an instant, it was as if a big hand had torn a **** mouth in the sky above the clouds. Bean-sized raindrops poured down, and the entire mountain forest was shrouded in a sudden torrential rain.

Ling Yun is thin and thin, as if he could be carried away by the wind.

Xia Houqing glanced at him, and frowned slightly: "First find a place to shelter from the rain."

If Yunshuang's son is ruined by the rain, Yunshuang will have to draw a line with the City Lord's Mansion later.

Xia Houqing walked a few steps, but Ling Yun did not follow.

He looked back and found that he was walking too fast.

This child has weak bones and is not a martial arts practitioner. It was difficult for him to walk under the torrential rain.

He turned back, took off his robe, and covered Ling Yun's head: "Let's go."

The two found a narrow cave nearby.

It was raining heavily, and it was dark inside and outside the cave.

Xia Houqing didn't have any fire notes on him either.

Ling Yun brought it, but this pampered young master can't light a fire.

"Let me do it."

Xia Houqing said.

Ling Yun handed him the Huozhangzi.

Xia Houqing packed up the dry firewood in the cave, grabbed a handful of dead leaves, and lit a fire with a torch.

At the end of August, Qianshan Island was already feeling chilly in late autumn. Fortunately, there was a fire, otherwise Ling Yun's body would have been frozen to death.

Xia Houqing's eyes fell on Ling Yun.

Ling Yun wears a half-face mask that covers all the way to the nose, revealing only a pair of quiet eyes, light-colored lips and a thin chin.

Duanmuqi's accident came first, so Xia Houqing didn't ask why he was wearing a mask.

It was very quiet inside the cave, only the sound of heavy rain and the crackling sound of dry wood burning and blasting.

Xia Houqing asked: "You don't seem to walk around the island very much, do you not like going out?"

Ling Yun said: "When I was young, my mother wouldn't let me go out."

"Why?" Xia Houqing wondered.

Ling Yun picked up a stick and struck the firewood in front of him: "My mother said that the island is very dangerous, and it is safe to stay in Baihua Palace."

Thinking of the relationship between Baihua Palace and the major factions, Xia Houqing opened his mouth: "That's not the case."

Ling Yun stopped talking.

Xia Houqing looked at him.

Perhaps because they are both members of the Yun family, Xia Houqing couldn't help but think of Yun Xi.

Xia Houqing asked: "Has your mother mentioned your aunt to you? I mean your second aunt, Yun Xi."

Ling Yun said: "I only have one aunt."

Regarding the fact that he didn't recognize Yun Xue, Xia Houqing was not surprised: "It's her."

Ling Yun said lightly: "Don't you think it's inappropriate for the city lord to ask about Yun Xi today?"

Xia Houqing choked.

He sighed in shame: "I was sorry for your aunt about what happened back then."

Ling Yun said indifferently: "Everyone is dead, and the city lord has found a new love, so stop pretending to be in love."

Xia Houqing's face darkened.

Dare to talk to him like this, it's presumptuous!

He tolerates Yunshuang because Yunshuang is a woman and is of the same generation as him. As a junior, what right does he have to be angry with his elders?

Ling Yun didn't seem to feel his anger, and still poked the fire with a wooden stick calmly.

His left hand grasped the cuff of his right hand, exposing a thin wrist with visible bones.

Xia Houqing took a look, and her anger gradually calmed down: "Won't your mother give you something to eat?"

Ling Yun said: "Are you my father? Do you want to take care of me?"

"you-"

It is strange to say that he is not a person who cannot control his emotions. He can deal with trivial matters on the island calmly and rarely gets angry.

But in front of this child, why is he so easily irritated?

Never mind.

It's not that he has no son!

If that person did not lie, Yun Xi gave birth to a son for him back then, and he has lived safely until now.

Where will that kid be?

Naturally, this news is most likely false, the purpose is to prevent him from promoting Ji Wanru as his wife.

As a result, Baihua Palace is very suspicious.

Cliffs.

The torrential rain poured down.

Wei Ting was hanging on a thuja cypress by his waist, and was drenched in water.

He swirled in the heavy rain, and said expressionlessly: "Master, if you don't fish me in, I will be drowned."

Sitting in the cave, Mr. Qiu smacked his lips, and reluctantly fished this unacknowledged apprentice in with a wooden hook.

Wei Ting took off his mask and gloves, took off his wet robe, and threw it to Jing Yi.

Son, bake it.

Jing Yi refused with a face full of refusal: "Bake it yourself."

Wei Liulang asked: "Xiaoqi, Xia Houqing didn't recognize you?"

Wei Ting recalled Xia Houqing's reaction: "I should have recognized it, but he probably guessed that I was a young man."

He deliberately imitated the old voice, but Xia Houqing's eyes lingered back and forth on his neck and gloves, perhaps he had already guessed that he was concealing his age.

Wei Liulang asked worriedly: "Will the palace master be angry if he finds out?"

Wei Ting took out five thousand taels of silver notes from his bosom, and sighed helplessly: "I don't want to either, but big brother gave too much."

Wei Liulang: "..."

Jing Yi gave him a small look of disdain.

Wei Liulang muttered: "Is Xia Houqing so easy to be fooled? A person who has been dead for so many years can easily believe just because of a note from a stranger, isn't it possible?"

Wei Ting said: "Of course he will doubt the authenticity of the incident, um... seventy percent, no, now it is ninety-nine percent, because I tricked him again."

Wei Liulang frowned and said, "In that case, if the rain stops soon, will he have to go back to the city lord's mansion and continue to carry Mrs. Ru as the city lord's wife? Aren't we just wasting our time in vain?"

Wei Ting raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Sixth brother, do you want to make a bet?"

Wei Liulang asked, "What are you betting on?"

Wei Ting said: "I bet Xia Houqing will go to Baihua Palace, five thousand taels."

Wei Liulang said: "I only have one thousand taels."

Wei Ting looked at Jing Yi: "What about you?"

Jing Yi said: "I won't bet with you."

Wei Ting said to Wei Liulang: "One thousand taels is one thousand taels, bet or not?"

Wei Liulang: "No gambling."

Wei Ting: "I bet five thousand taels."

Wei Liulang: "Deal!"

After two quarters of an hour, the rain stopped.

After Xia Houqing calmed down, she also figured out the cause and effect.

Nine times out of ten, I fell for the trick, that guy was here to make trouble.

At this time, the people from Qianji Pavilion and Xiahou Yanyu also came here.

"The lord of the city!"

Lou Bufan got off his horse wearing his coir raincoat, bowed his hands and saluted.

Xia Houqing nodded slightly.

"Dad!"

Xiahou Yanyu also got off her horse and walked quickly towards the cave.

She caught sight of Ling Yun at the side, "I saw you outside Mingxia Palace, you are from Baihua Palace!"

Xia Houqing said: "He is Yun Lin, the young master of Baihua Palace."

Seeing that he was wearing his father's robe, Xiahou Yanyu frowned.

Since she was a child, she has been the only jewel in his father's palm. Even if his father has several adopted sons, there is a difference between closeness and estrangement.

They are not so much father and son, as they are monarchs and ministers.

Father's love has never been given to her alone, and even her brothers have never enjoyed such treatment.

A young master of the Baihua Palace, what can he do?

Lou Bufan asked: "The city lord left suddenly, but what's the hurry?"

Xia Houqing said calmly: "There is an assassin coming to the house. I chased him out and ran into Palace Master Yun."

It is not easy for him to say that he was deceived.

Lou Bufan glanced at Ling Yun suspiciously, and said to Xia Houqing seriously: "The disciples of Qianji Pavilion stay here to arrest the assassin, and I will **** the city lord back to the mansion first."

Xia Houyan said: "Yes, father, mother and brother have been waiting for you!"

Xia Houqing looked in the direction of the cliff, and said: "The assassin jumped off the cliff, you send someone down to search for it, if you want to see the person alive, you want to see the corpse if you die."

Lou Bufan cupped his hands: "I will."

Xiahou Yanyu held Xiahouqing's arm: "Father, let's go back."

Xia Houqing looked at Ling Yun subconsciously.

Lou Bufan was a smart old man, and immediately said with a smile: "Is the carriage of Master Yun's carriage nearby? I will send my disciples to **** you there."

Ling Yun said lightly: "No need, I will go by myself."

He tore off his robe, got up and left the cave.

Xiahou Yanyu snorted coquettishly: "This man...is so rude! He's stained my father's clothes!"

Xia Houqing looked at Ling Yun's thin back.

Just now he was driving in the heavy rain without realizing it, but only now did he realize that his foot was injured.

Although he tried his best to cover it up, his walking posture was obviously very stiff.

Ling Yun is really not injured.

He just got numb from sitting too long.

The other party is Yunshuang's son and Yun Xi's relative, he can't leave him alone in this deep mountain and old forest.

Thoughts flashed, Xia Houqing strode towards Ling Yun to catch up.

Xia Houyan's tone was broken: "Master, look!"

Lou Bufan narrowed his eyes meaningfully: "Today, the city lord must declare your mother as the city lord's wife, and nothing else is important."

Xiahou Yanyu stomped her feet in grievance: "Father is eccentric. He used to be eccentric to Yunshuang, and now he is eccentric to Yunshuang's son. Does he have to be partial to every dog in Baihua Palace?"

Lou Bufan said: "Yu'er, remember, you and your brother are the city lord's own flesh and blood."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward quickly, and said to the two with a smile, "City Master, I will personally **** Palace Master Yun Shao back. If Palace Master Yun Shao loses a hair, I am willing to pay for it with my life."

Xiahou Yanyu made an assist and shouted: "Ah"

Xia Houqing turned around.

Xiahou Yanyu said tearfully, "Father, I sprained my ankle."

Lou Bufan immediately asked his disciples to drive the carriage over: "City Master, take Yu'er back first, I will definitely send the Young Palace Master back to Baihua Palace safely."

Xia Houqing looked at her injured daughter and could only nod her head.

Xia Houqing and Xia Hou Yanyu boarded the carriage back home.

Finally I can go back... The stone in Xiahou Yanyu's heart fell to the ground.

The carriage galloped all the way, and rushed back to the City Lord's Mansion at the fastest speed.

"Miss, we are here."

said the coachman.

Xiahou Yanyu yawned: "Father, we are here."

no respond.

She opened her eyes, her expression changed drastically.

She was the only one left in the carriage, and Xia Houqing had long since disappeared!

Hundred Flower Palace.

Lou Bufan delivered Ling Yun himself, watched his disciples come out to greet him, and then left.

Ling Yun returned to his Qingyun Palace.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xia Houqing waiting in his room.

He looked startled.

Xia Houqing held a portrait in his hand, which was Yun Xi's.

Ling Yun clenched his fist: "Who allowed you to come in? Who allowed you to touch my things?"

The disciples in the corridor did not dare to say anything.

Those who work in Qingyun Palace do not know martial arts.

They all looked at the saint aside.

The saint said innocently: "I can't beat him."

Ling Yun walked over quickly and snatched the portrait back.

Xia Houqing looked at him fixedly: "Who are you?"

Ling Yun said angrily: "It doesn't matter who I am! Get out!"

Xia Houqing stared at him deeply, and suddenly raised his hand to take off his mask.

520, Bixin

(end of this chapter)