A tough little husband

Chapter 521 Time is running out

Master Deyun packed his bags and prepared to set off for Shuzhou tomorrow morning.

After thinking about it, he left a letter and asked his nephew to pass it to the emperor.

The next day, the young monk came to deliver vegetarian food to the abbot, but found that the meditation room was already empty, so he hurried to report to the abbot.

Abbot Yuanjue did not sleep well last night and was very restless. When he woke up in the morning, his right eyelid twitched from time to time, almost cramping.

When he saw the letter left by Master Deyun, he sighed helplessly. Master Deyun was indeed his master, as he had given him a big surprise early in the morning.

Good news: my eyelids are no longer twitching.

Bad news: Master uncle ran away again.

His Majesty the Emperor is not attending court today. He is talking to Zhou Yi!

The king and his ministers were analyzing Xiao Chenxuan's condition, wondering if someone had harmed him. Otherwise, why would he be unconscious with such a minor injury?

The director of the Imperial Medical Bureau was also puzzled and said, "How strange."

Xiao Chenxuan's illness was strange, as if the accident happened overnight.

Eunuch Wang's apprentice waited outside the door for a long time. Only when he saw his master come out did he present the letter.

Eunuch Wang took the letter and stood at the entrance, staying within His Majesty's sight while maintaining a certain distance.

According to the rules, anything presented to the emperor must be opened and inspected first, especially since it was sent in from outside the palace.

The emperor took the letter, unfolded it and read it. There were only a few lines of words.

Master Deyun said that he would set off immediately and try to reach Shuzhou as quickly as possible, perhaps he could save Xiao Chenxuan's life.

The master acts in a hurry, has an extremely hot temper, and speaks very directly.

He said frankly that if he failed to bring back the person who broke the situation on Xiao Chenxuan's sixteenth birthday, he could just prepare for his funeral.

The implication is that Xiao Chenxuan's birthday is his death.

"Wang Mo, when is Chen Xuan's birthday?"

Eunuch Wang pondered for a moment and said firmly, "The prince's birthday is at the end of this month, probably in about twenty days."

The capital city and Shuzhou are very far apart. It would probably take more than a month to travel back and forth at full speed, so it would probably be too late.

Zhou Yi, who has become a background figure, has something to say.

Master Deyun is a martial arts master with great internal strength. If he travels at full speed, he should be able to reach Shuzhou in less than 20 days.

Of course, there are additional factors, such as weather conditions, the time when the city gates of various states are opened and closed, and Master Deyun's energy.

I'm almost seventy years old, so my physical strength is definitely not as good as before.

His Majesty the Emperor admires Zhou Yi as a man, and although his words are not wrong, if Abbot Deyun knows about it, Zhou Yi will be beaten soon.

Zhou Yi cleared his throat twice, realizing he had said the wrong thing. Fortunately, Abbot Deyun was not present.

"Ahem, I think with Han Zeyu's speed, six or seven days is enough for him to rush back to the capital from Shuzhou."

His Majesty was shocked. So fast?

Zhou Yi nodded sadly. Although he was unwilling to admit it, it was an indisputable fact that he was beaten by Han Zeyu.

It took him only six days to return to Qingshan County from the capital, and that was the record set two years ago. I'm afraid it would take even less time now.

It seems that Xiao Chenxuan's life may still be saved.

It all depends on Master Deyun's physical strength and Han Zeyu's seriousness.

His Majesty the Emperor brought Xiao Chenxuan into the palace on the pretext that he was seriously injured so that the imperial physician could examine him.

It is a well-known fact that the Empress Dowager favors the Prince of the County. She even went to Dingyun Temple to burn incense for Xiao Chenxuan.

A few days ago, the prince and his wife were severely scolded before being released from the palace.

The Prince of Pingyang was frowning, and the Princess sighed, both of them blaming their eldest son in their hearts.

The man was brought into the palace to temporarily save his life. The emperor did not expect that such a disaster would happen before it even struck.

……

In Shuzhou, the atmosphere in the Tongpan Mansion was somewhat depressing.

The reason was that Han Zeyu, who returned with a full load, was spanked by someone.

With her sexy buttocks sticking out and her charming pose in mind, she is thinking of a wild man who is thousands of miles away and making a soul call.

"Lin Jing, I have made many sacrifices for our common cause. Please do not let me down."

Su Shien snorted coldly: "Your accomplice is not a good person either."

Han Zeyu turned his face away, angry but not daring to say anything.

You are so noble that the crappy book you wrote can be published in such a prestigious journal.

You dare to spank me? Don’t you have any dignity left in me?

If you have the ability, don't make too much noise and then do nothing. Just hit him a little harder and he will be more excited.

It doesn’t matter if his butt is swollen. Even if he writes while squatting, he can still create more pornographic and wild works.

As long as he keeps writing and never gives up, he will eventually become a great writer.

His stories about sex will surely be passed down through the ages and recorded in history.

Su Shien knew that someone was restless: "I see you're still not hungry, why don't you ban the midnight snack?"

Han Zeyu quickly turned his face away: "I can't stop it, I'm hungry!"

"Didn't you say that the less you exercise, the less you burn? Then why not give up your evening classes as well?"

For the sake of his "happy night life", Han Zeyu argued with reason, refused to give in, and resolutely defended his sovereignty.

"Master Su, are you not able to do this?"

"I am unable to do what I want to do for my husband."

"Kidney deficiency isn't scary, but hiding your illness and avoiding medical treatment is. Let's prepare a nourishing meal tomorrow."

"I'm afraid I'm not lucky enough to enjoy it."

Han Zeyu pretended to cry, "My poor husband, you're not even thirty yet, and you've already lost everything. From now on, I'll be forced to be a vegetarian. What's the difference between that and becoming a monk?"

Su Shien, like a dead pig fearing boiling water, calmly suggested, "Go to Dingyun Temple. I will visit you often."

Seeing that Su Shien was unmoved, Han Zeyu immediately changed his tactics.

Han Zeyu rolled twice on the couch and then rolled back to Su Shien.

She gently took his hand and said lovingly, "My husband, I have experienced the ups and downs of life and have returned to you. Are you moved?"

Su Shien pinched someone's cheek and exclaimed, "The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. Donor Han is really shameless!"

"Then I want to know, is Master Su okay now?"

As expected, if you are thin-skinned, you can’t eat; if you are thick-skinned, you can’t eat enough.

At this stage, Mr. Han and Monk Su, whose mission is to ensure that everyone is well fed and well watered, are playing a new role-playing game.

Han Zeyu smiled secretly. He had a new topic for the next story. It was the love-hate relationship and the erotic entanglement between a fox spirit who practiced sorcery and a demon monk with a dual personality.

These two old couples were having a lot of fun, and they never expected that Zhen Fahai would come all the way to capture a lunatic named Han.

Let’s talk about the culprit Jiang Mingyue. His psychological quality is not strong enough, not even as strong as Tiezhu.

It's similar to Han Zecang and Han Zeli, and he still needs education.

The narrow-minded Han Zeyu blocked the man in the workshop. He didn't hit or scold him, but scolded him so much that Jiang Mingyue couldn't even lift her head.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

"understood."

Han Zeyu, who was unyielding, said in a domineering tone, "Take this and draw it quickly."

Jiang Mingyue was puzzled: "What is this?"

Han Zeyu was very proud: "This is the latest masterpiece of my idol, Lord Qingbai. You should read it quickly, understand its profound meaning, and quickly publish a picture book."

Jiang Mingyue was speechless and choked with emotion. He felt so sorry for his master. After all, he made a living by making pornographic pictures. He felt so ashamed!