I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 226 Ye Dingzhi: Brother, I'm Sorry
As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine are not enough when you are with a good friend, but a single word is too much when you are not on speaking terms with him.

No matter who were on Nangong Chunshui's side, except for Li Hanyi who was still confused, the others were firm believers of the Beili faction. Naturally, Chu Zhao and his group had nothing to say to them.

After a quick lunch, Nangong Chunshui had no intention of fighting, so Chu Zhao and his party got on the carriage and left Xueyue City.

Outside Xiaguan City.

Seeing Baili Dongjun staring at the departing carriage like a man looking at his wife, Lei Mengsha sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, don't look at it. Their family of ten has a good relationship, and the couple is even more inseparable. You have no chance."

Luo He at the side took over the conversation: "Let's be honest, the couple looks like a couple from heaven when they stand together. You... I can't deny that you are excellent, but you are really inferior to that Western Chu Emperor. If it were me, I would choose Chu Zhao too!"

Sikong Changfeng opened his mouth, wanting to comfort his good brother, but he didn't know where to start, because he also agreed with Luo He's opinion, so he had to keep silent.

Luo Shui, on the other hand, was very rude to his brother and kicked him directly.

"Sister, why did you kick me? Wasn't what I said true?"

Luo Shui said unhappily: "Don't you know that the truth is the most hurtful?"

Baili Dongjun: "..."

Li Hanyi didn't understand why her senior brother looked so sad, but she was not in the mood to comfort him for the time being. She pulled Li Xinyue's clothes and said with a smile: "Mom, the little brothers of my handsome uncle are so cute. Please give me a little brother to play with."

Fair and tender little children are cute in themselves, not to mention that they have inherited the good genes of Chu Zhao, Yue Yao and Yin Luoxia. Plus, they are twins, so their similar appearance is also a plus. They are simply adorable.

"Girl, your mother and I will work hard."

Li Xinyue's pretty face turned red, and she glared at the man beside her who was grinning and talking without restraint. She took her daughter's hand and said, "Brother is not for you to play with. Today, your handsome uncle has taught you another set of sword skills. Mother will take you to practice sword skills."

Nangong Chunshui patted Baili Dongjun and said with a smile: "Let's go and have a drink."

On the top of Cangshan Mountain, there is a thatched hut. Outside the hut, there is a stone table, and next to the stone table are many wine jars.

People say drinking can help drown one's sorrows, but Baili Dongjun drank one cup after another and could not quench the pain in his heart.

This kind of discomfort is different from the discomfort caused by physical injury. The discomfort caused by injury will pass if you endure it.

This kind of discomfort right now seems like it may not be able to be endured for a day, a month, a year, ten years, a hundred years, or even a lifetime.

What's even stranger is that whenever he thought about the fact that the girl he liked was already a wife and a mother, he would feel even more uncomfortable.

Seeing his beloved disciple drowning his sorrows in wine, Nangong Chunshui sighed and said to him, "Dongjun, if you really like someone, you want her to be happy. If you think that the person you like must be with you, then that is not love, but a man's possessiveness. And you can see that the girl you like is very happy. Her smile from the heart cannot deceive anyone."

Baili Dongjun took a big gulp of wine and his eyes were blurry with drunkenness, but his pupils were crystal clear, like a stream, quietly flowing with sadness and regret. The smiling face of Yueyao coaxing the child in the restaurant emerged in his mind, and tears immediately flowed down.

"Master, I feel really bad. I know she is doing well, but I still can't accept it. I actually wish the whole world knew that I like her, and I hope she only likes me."

"Master understands." Nangong Chunshui couldn't help but think of the most beautiful woman on the Qiushui Ranking. He sighed and said, "Dongjun, you have to know that if a good girl doesn't like you, it must be because you are not good enough. When you feel that you are good enough one day, the girl may have married. Don't be too sad. It's just the wrong fate, not that you like the wrong person."

"It's not maybe, it's that she's already married and has a child." Baili Dongjun burst into tears, like a child who felt extremely wronged, pulling Nangong Chunshui's sleeve and saying, "Master, are you saying that I really have no chance?"

"Dongjun, you must remember that the girl you like is already married. Don't bother her in the future. Hide the love in your heart and put it in the wine. Every time you drink, think about her living a better life in the future. Don't always think about her not having a good life and changing her mind to find you. That's a real man, and that's how he truly loves a girl." Nangong Chunshui said seriously.

Baili Dongjun listened and drank much slower, but he didn't stop.

Bitter wine may eventually become sweet, but bitter love is a bottomless pit that can never be filled.

Most of the infatuated men in the world like to drink the heart-breaking wine, but the one who really cuts one's heart with a knife is always the sweetheart who is not at the wine bowl.

I know my lover is hurting me, but I can't help but think about him and miss him...

Nangong Chunshui didn't say anything else, just drank with Baili Dongjun.

After all, love affairs between men and women in the world are as easy as eating and drinking in the eyes of bystanders.

But those who fall in love are like falling into the surging river, and they will never be able to save themselves.

In the end, Baili Dongjun got drunk, his head drooped on the wine table, muttering to himself.

Under the Cangshan Mountain, on top of the snowy and moonlit city, a woman in red is like a solitary orchid in a valley, or a rose with thorns.

"Dong Jun, how is it?"

"Drunk."

"Oh, I hope he can recover." Luo Shui sighed, "Are we really going to leave? Should we wait a little longer?"

Nangong Chunshui shook his head: "In order to take a look at the woman that Dongjun likes, we have postponed the date of our trip. Now it's time to go. Let's go to Tianqi first. After we solve the matter of Xichu, I will take you to travel around the world and visit immortals at sea."

As he spoke, Nangong Chunshui turned his head slightly and shouted: "Luo He!"

The burly young man drove a carriage out of the city and said, "Brother-in-law, everything is ready."

Nangong Chunshui looked at the red-dressed girl beside him. Luo Shui nodded, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Today, I, Luo Shui, pass on the position of the Lord of Snow Moon City to Baili Dongjun. All the disciples and elders in the city must obey his orders and must not disobey. Those who disobey will never be allowed to enter Snow Moon City again for life!"

There was total silence in Xueyue City.

The Luo family has been in charge of Xueyue City for hundreds of years, how could they just change it at this moment?
What's more, there are dozens of elders in Xueyue City, many of whom are highly respected and have superb martial arts skills. Why let a young half-outsider be the city lord? Will those elders be convinced?
Just as everyone was confused, the windows on the Dengtian Tower opened one by one.

"The disciples of Xueyue City will obey the orders of the City Lord!"

The voices came one after another, continuously, and even the elders from the top few pavilions responded without hesitation.

All the other young disciples in the city naturally knelt down and shouted loudly: "We will obey the orders of the city lord."

"Are you really not going to wait for him to wake up before leaving?" Luo Shui asked.

"No need. In life, we are often apart from each other. We have to learn to adapt. There is no need for a last meeting." Nangong Chunshui smiled, took Luo Shui's hand and stepped down from the top of the city wall, saying, "Luo He, let's go!"

"Are you really leaving like this?" Luo Shui glanced at Nangong Chunshui: "After all, we are master and disciple. You are being a little heartless. At least leave him some words."

"Well, since you said so, leave some words."

Thus, four words were left on the top of Xueyue City.

Follow your heart!

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Gusu City, thatched cottage.

The three carriages slowly stopped and Chu Zhao and his party got off.

It was a coincidence that I happened to meet Ye Dingzhi coming back from outside, carrying a large basket of eggs in his hand, dressed like an ordinary farmer.

Seeing Chu Zhao and his group, Ye Dingzhi quickened his pace and walked up to them, shouting, "Senior Brother."

Chu Zhao did not answer, but just looked at the thatched cottage in front of him and said, "This is too simple."

Ye Dingzhi scratched his head awkwardly: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Senior Brother."

Chu Zhao shook his head and said slowly, "In the early years when I was being hunted by Bei Li and wandering around the world, your living conditions were already very good. But Yi Wenjun is a lady. Although she is willing to suffer with you, this is not a reason for you to let her suffer. Love without material foundation will not last long. Think about it more."

It would be fine if Ye Dingzhi was incompetent, but it was really too much for him to let a lady like her live in a shabby thatched cottage even though he was obviously capable.

"Material basis?" Ye Dingzhi didn't understand.

"You have to be rich. Haven't you heard that money can take you anywhere, but without money you can't even take a single step?" Chu Zhao glared at him, "Why, do you plan to stay here forever?"

"I... think it's pretty good."

"You are used to it, but can a young lady get used to it? And your son will need to study in the future, right? Is there a school here? You can't let your son be a farmer like you, right?"

After three questions in a row, Ye Dingzhi was completely confused.

"Junior Brother Ye and his wife are both well-educated people. It's not like they don't know how to teach children. Why do you have to care so much?!" Yue Yao hit Chu Zhao in annoyance.

Ye Dingzhi came back to his senses and bowed, saying, "Meet Master Sister-in-law."

"Junior Brother Ye."

After the introduction, Chu Zhao was about to speak when he found someone pulling at his trouser legs. He looked down and saw that it was his son. "What's wrong?"

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

It was already afternoon. They had come all the way in a hurry and had not even had lunch. Not only were the little ones hungry because they ate small meals frequently, but even the adults felt a little hungry.

Ye Dingzhi slapped his forehead and said, "Look at me, Senior Brother, please come in quickly."

After saying that, he picked up Chu An, who was crying out for hunger, and welcomed everyone into the house.

Yi Wenjun, wearing a headscarf, came out from the inner room holding a child. Her clothes were a little disheveled, and it was obvious that she had just been breastfeeding.

Probably because he was not full, the future little monk Wuxin was crying.

His crying immediately led Chu Zhao's children to cry too.

For a moment, the room was filled with the sound of children crying.

Chu Zhao hurriedly handed the crying little girl in his arms to his empty-handed sister, led the two children and followed Ye Dingzhi to the kitchen.

After a simple lunch, Chu Zhao and his group went to the nearby Hanshui Temple.

Ye Dingzhi and his wife stayed at home to pack the gifts brought by Chu Zhao.

Looking at the gift worth thousands of gold, Ye Dingzhi suddenly said, "Wenjun, what do you think about us following our senior brother to Xichu?"

"What do you think?"

"I...my senior brother talked to me about this before, and I think what he said is right. I can't let you suffer with me."

Yi Wenjun shook her head and said tenderly: "As long as I am with you, I don't feel it is suffering. I am living a happy life every day now."

Ye Dingzhi immediately understood what she meant: "You don't want to go?"

Yi Wenjun hummed: "Brother Yun, can we just live an ordinary life like this?"

In her opinion, if they went to Xichu, it would mean that Ye Dingzhi would enter the court, and the court was a turbulent and treacherous place, much more dangerous than the martial arts world.

"it is good."

Ye Dingzhi nodded, took Yi Wenjun in his arms, and said with a smile: "However, I can't let you suffer with me. With these things given by my senior brother, we can move to the city and live a prosperous life."

On the other side, Hanshui Temple.

The three major temples in the world, Shaolin Temple in Songshan, White Horse Temple in Luoyang, and Yunlin Temple in Nanhai are all very famous, but when it comes to the world's greatest Zen sect, it has to be Master Wangyou of Hanshui Temple.

It is said that Master Wangyou practiced the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, among which the most extraordinary was the telepathy. Pilgrims who came to Hanshui Temple to worship only needed to look at Master Wangyou, without saying a word, and would often beat their chests and cry bitterly, and most of them would finally faint from crying. After waking up, they would have a great enlightenment and forget about the trivialities of the world.

Chu Zhao came to Hanshui Temple, on the one hand to take his wife and children for a stroll, and on the other hand to find Wangyou to reminisce the past.

Unfortunately, the old monk Wangyou was in seclusion and I was unable to see him.

Fortunately, the scenery of Hanshui Temple is nice, so the trip is worthwhile.

The next day, noon.

The old monk Wangyou, who was sitting in the Zen hall, meditated for nine days in a row and finally opened his eyes today.

He opened the door and stepped into the courtyard, chanting the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha."

At this time, a little monk came running over excitedly and said cheerfully, "Master, Brother Ye is having a banquet today, let's go over there quickly."

"Aren't there still four days?" Wangyou clearly remembered the day when Ye Dingzhi held the full moon banquet.

The young monk hummed and explained, "Yes, there are still four days left, but a guest came yesterday and seemed to be in a hurry to leave, so Brother Ye left early. By the way, the donor's family also came to the temple, but you were in meditation, so we didn't disturb them. And the donor's family are all very beautiful, more beautiful than Brother Ye and Sister Wenjun."

Wangyou smiled and said, "In that case, let's go."

The distance is not far, just half a cup of tea.

The master and his disciple arrived at the thatched cottage, just in time to see everyone preparing lunch.

The blood of chickens, ducks and fish was all over the ground. The two monks, one old and one young, kept chanting:

"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin!"

The lunch was very sumptuous. Chu Zhao had someone go to the city to buy some food early this morning. The whole table was filled with food.

The little monk sat next to Wangyou, looking at the table full of meat, not knowing how to pick up his chopsticks. He asked in a low voice: "Master, what shall we eat?"

"He did it on purpose. Today, your master allows you to break the rules. His cooking skills are good, so you're in for a treat." The old monk Wangyou glanced at Chu Zhao and started eating without restraint, not caring about the food or the wine.

Chu Zhao poured a glass of wine, handed it to the young monk Wu Chan, and said with a smile: "Would you like to try it?"

The young monk Wu Chan glanced at his master and found that his master had no intention of stopping him. He swallowed hard, but finally shook his head: "Thank you, Mr. Chu. I am still young and cannot drink."

"Well, you should indeed drink less alcohol, but you can eat more meat. As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines, while the Buddha sits in the heart. A monk who doesn't drink alcohol and eat meat is not a good monk, and he can't become a master. If you don't believe me, just look at your master and you will know."

Xiao Wuchan glanced at his master and happened to see him picking up the wine glass, so he asked, "Master, is what Donor Chu said true?"

Monk Wangyou drank a sip happily and said with a smile: "You are just listening to his nonsense. You are not cultivating your mind enough now. You cannot drink alcohol and eat meat unless you can reach the same level as Master."

"Will that mean I won't be able to eat meat or drink alcohol for the rest of my life?"

Xiao Wuchan had a sad face, and suddenly remembered that his master said that he could break the precepts today, so he quickly stretched out his chopsticks and said, "This is a rare opportunity, I have to eat more today."

This scene immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Lunch ended in a cheerful atmosphere.

Monk Wangyou took Wuchan back to Hanshui Temple, and before leaving, he also extended an invitation to Chu Zhao's family.

Chu Zhao naturally did not refuse, so he went to Hanshui Temple again the next day.

Then, he said goodbye to Ye Dingzhi and his family of three and prepared to leave.

Outside the thatched cottage, Ye Dingzhi and his wife and children were seeing Chu Zhao and his party off.

"Brother, are you really not going to stay for a few more days?"

"I won't stay. There are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with in Chu State." Chu Zhao shook his head: "But you, are you really not going to Chu State with me?"

Ye Dingzhi hummed, tears welling in his eyes as he said, "Brother, I'm sorry!"

Chu Zhao understood what Ye Ding meant by "I'm sorry" and shook his head and smiled, "There's nothing to be sorry about. Everyone has their own choices. You are like this, and so is Old Man Yu. But for his death, I will not forgive you."

Ye Dingzhi was silent.

"But I accept your apology."

Ye Dingzhi was immediately delighted: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Chu Zhao waved his hand and said, "Find a time as soon as possible to move to the city. This place is really not in a good condition."

"Well, Wenjun and I have discussed it. After Dongjun comes, we will move out."

"Finally, I'll remind you one more thing. Don't be fooled again. Let's go!"

Just as she was about to get on the carriage, she heard Yin Luoxia, who was saying goodbye to Yi Wenjun, say, "Miss Yi, if you have time, you are welcome to come to Yuelu City to play. Our little Yueyue seems to like your Anshi very much."

Chu Zhao immediately became anxious: "What do you like? Our little Yueyue will never like that hairless boy. Let's go, hurry up and leave!"

"You..."

It’s not that there are no men who dote on their daughters, but she is probably the only one in the world who dotes on his daughter as much as her man does.

Yueyao smiled helplessly: "Then Junior Brother Ye, Miss Yi, we will take our leave now. Please stay, please stay..."

(End of this chapter)