MTL - Water Recovery System-Chapter 42

Not long after Shen Jiayan left the room, two of the lowest servants in the house came in.

Seeing the figure lying on the bed, one of them named Mazi said to the other cripple: "Hey, I heard that this second son is even more beautiful than the woman in the brothel! It's a pity that such a beauty is dedicated to Zhang Chu. Celebrate that fat pig. Why don't we have a good time?"

The **** was obviously very cautious, and he whispered: "Why do you dare to miss this second son? He made it clear that he had offended the mistress and ended up here! Do you dare to have a relationship with him, it's too long. is not it?"

Na Mazi shuddered when thinking of Yan's usual methods, and didn't dare to speak in advance, and said gratefully: "Thank you, brother for reminding, otherwise the younger brother may be about to make a big mistake." There was a lot of grateful expression in his expression.

"Okay, this errand is finished. In the future, the benefits of the two of us must be indispensable." The **** looked slightly relaxed, and took a few steps forward, "Hurry up!"

Mazi responded and quickly wrapped the person on the bed with a sack and tied it up again.

The two raised their heads and feet, and under the cover of the night, they left Su Mansion all the way, and walked hurriedly towards Zhang Qunqing's mansion.

Zhang Mansion had also received news a long time ago, saying that Prime Minister Su was going to give them a big gift, and the butler had also waited at the door early.

That night, Zhang Kunqing returned to his room drunk, and saw a person firmly **** on the bed. Zhang Qunqing stepped forward, igniting the lights, and was a little disappointed.

Su Yun's appearance is mostly like Yan's, with rigid eyebrows and slightly sallow skin, at best it can be regarded as delicate, and it can be said that it is far from what he has played in the past.

Fortunately, he took the medicine in advance tonight, but he didn't expect that the old Prime Minister Su would actually send him such a merchandise.

Zhang Qunqing tore off Su Yun's clothes, revealing the delicate skin inside. Although it's not the best, it feels smooth and elastic, so it can only be done.

As soon as the alcoholic nature came up, Zhang Qunqing forgot about it. While pinching Su Yun's neck desperately, he moved. I didn't even notice when the people below him died, and when they opened their eyes.

And what kind of bitter hatred is in his eyes.

Yan Yu never thought that he had been framed by that **** and drowned alive. But when he woke up, why would he see a pig-like person pressing on him?

Yan Yu is cruel and cruel, and he became famous among the cowherds early on. He looks good, coupled with his ability to let go and play, he has become the number one in the store.

At the peak, three big men were jealous for him at the same time and spent a lot of money, just to see him.

It's a pity that after getting older, it is always not as fresh and delicious. In addition, in order to succeed in the early years, too many people were offended, so he was framed by a newcomer and drowned in Shentang.

Yan Yu looks good, has always been held in the palm of the hands of guests, and has always been used casually.

The guests he received in the past were all powerful and pleasing to the eye. When was he so useless and forced by such an ugly and fat old man?

Yan Yu closed his eyes, acupuncture-like pain suddenly came in his mind. The memory of this body was slowly absorbed by him, Yan Yu clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and hated in his heart: "Su Yichen, you dare to hurt me!"

The fat pig fought until midnight.

When the fat pig was completely asleep, Su Yun slowly got up, and then disappeared in place and entered the space.

There is a spiritual spring in Yan Yu's space. As long as you drink the spring water, you can detoxify and nourish your face.

Yan Yu rinsed his body with Lingquan, thinking about what he had put in the bamboo house, and a fierce smile appeared on his face: Su Yichen, you have harmed me so far, but you still want to be the apprentice of that Sanskrit? Oh, then I also want you to taste the same pain as me, and let you know what it means to be ruined!

Early the next morning, Zhang Qunqing was awakened by a basin of cold water.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a beautiful woman with creamy skin was standing in front of him. Zhang Yuqing suddenly moved his heart, and with a wretched smile, he stretched out his hand to cover Su Yun's waist: "Beauty, yesterday So it was you late!"

Su Yun's expression was as disgusting as he had eaten a fly, and he slapped his hand abruptly: "Master Zhang should be more respectful."

Zhang Qunqing didn’t get angry even after he was beaten. The smile on his face did not change in the slightest: “Okay, respect, respect, not only respect, but the old man can love you again. I blame the old man for drinking too much last night. Beauty, shall we do it again now?"

Su Yun slapped it up.

Zhang Yanqing was about to turn his face, but after hearing Su Yun's next sentence, he settled in place. The mouth was wide open, and the saliva flowed down the corners of the mouth, looking funny and ugly.

Su Yun said softly: "I am the eldest son of Su Mansion, Su Yun."

No matter how stupid Zhang Qingqing is, he also knows that the old and cunning husband of Prime Minister Su is absolutely impossible to give him his eldest son for fun. Then there must be some misunderstanding.

He used to love to fight against that old man, but he definitely didn't want to make a mess with this old man. If this matter was known to the old man, no matter whether there was any misunderstanding in the process, the old man would not be able to let him go.

When Zhang Qunqing thought about it, the cold sweat immediately shed, and all his charming thoughts were gone.

Zhang Qunqing's legs softened and knelt in front of Su Yun, and slapped himself slapped to the left and right: "Master Su, it's not the old man. The old man is dim-eyed and he has mistaken the person. You shouldn't treat him. You are unruly. In this way, what you want the old man, the old man is no different. Just don't tell Prime Minister Su about this matter, let him worry in vain..."

"It's okay if I don't tell my father." Su Yun intercepted his words, "I want you to help me deal with someone, Sannyin."

Zhang Qunqing was pleased when he heard the first half of the sentence, but immediately became embarrassed after hearing the second half: "Master Su, this Sanskrit sound is really difficult to deal with. You said that you want to deal with a person, as long as he is an individual. There will be weaknesses; but that Sanskrit sound, money and beauty can't touch his heart, he has no desires and no desires. How do you say this should be dealt with?"

Su Yun looked disdainful when he heard the words: "The beauty and beauty of money can't move his heart? It must be that the money is not enough, and the beauty is not beautiful enough, I will try to see if he is really so desireless."

However, Zhang Qunqing's remarks inspired Su Yun. If he snatched the Sanskrit sound that Su Yichen relied on, wouldn't it be more joyful and would make Su Yichen more painful?

Su Yun stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Guqing's face: "Then this account will be recorded first, if I need you in the future..."

"The old man will never refuse." Zhang Qunqing hastened to pick up his words.

Seeing Su Yun wriggling away step by step, Zhang Yuqing snorted: "It's a pity that I haven't tasted it last night. What a pity, what a pity."

Shen Jiayan didn’t know that he had been missed by Yan Yu who had crossed over, so he rushed over to Tingchan Temple wholeheartedly; and he didn’t know that Su Yun had been given to Zhang Qingqing instead of him last night, and the mansion had paid for it. No one knows the fact that he escaped. I was afraid of being chased along the way, so I walked all mountain roads.

Finally, when dawn broke slightly in the east, Shen Jiayan saw the door of Tingchan Temple.

Several monks were sweeping the floor with brooms at the door, and monks were sprinkling water. The atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Master Sanskrit." Shen Jiayan said with folded hands and bowed waist.

Who doesn't know that there is a national teacher in this temple of Sanskrit, who come to fortune telling, ask for auspiciousness, ask for names for children, and ask for children every day, everyone said to find a master of Sanskrit. But which one can you easily see?

The monk swept his broom and glanced up and down at Shen Jiayan. He was wearing visibly looser clothes that didn't fit well, and he was hooked up and tattered. The shoes on his feet were also muddy, his face was dirty, and there were blood stains on it. The beggar who ran out from nowhere. He said quietly, "Master Sanskrit won't see you."

"I will trouble you to pass it through and say that I am Su Yichen." Shen Jiayan begged again.

The monk relentlessly raised Shen Jiayan with a broom: "There are so many people who want to see Master Sanskrit, how can I go to pass on one by one? You beggar, can't you leave? Don't miss the opening of our temple."

Shen Jiayan was so painful that he took out something from his sleeve: "This is the Buddhist string of Master Sanskrit. You should always recognize it, right?"

The monk took a closer look and sneered: "Master Sanskrit, how can you use such a simple Buddha string? If you want to deceive people, please pretend to be a bit like." After that, the monk threw the Buddha string far away. .

The Buddha string was thrown into the grass.

Shen Jiayan just lay down, looking slowly inch by inch. In the early morning, the dew was heavy, and after a while, marks of wet mud were put on his hands, like a big tabby cat.

After finally finding the Buddha string in a corner, Shen Jiayan picked it up like a treasure, wiped the dirt on it, and carefully put it into his arms.

Lifting his head again, Shen Jiayan was also angry: "It is said that all beings are equal in the eyes of the Buddha, but I don't know that the disciples who call themselves Buddhists have a pair of snobbery eyes."

"What are you talking about!" The monk picked up the broom and rushed over to hit Shen Jiayan.

It's just that before the broom fell on Shen Jiayan's body, it was caught by a flawless white jade hand. The voice of the person who came was gentle and elegant: "He is my guest. Go and work on your own. I will take him in."

When the monk saw this man, he looked terrified, didn't dare to say a word, and ran away.