Watching the girl busy around the room, I didn't understand what she was busy with.

The room is small, although it lacks nothing but it has always been clean and tidy, is it necessary to clean up like this?

Just like her previous self-assertions.

I didn't know how to react after burning the note, but I just understood that this was Yinzhen's girl. Suddenly remembered that I didn't even know her name, let alone ask, maybe she said I didn't care, but the girl called for more than a month.

At this point, it seemed superfluous to ask again, I just looked at her and remembered her master. When did the man arrange this, he had known I was here, or he had known that I would be back!

She actually came over and whispered to me, but I wanted to see the fourth master.

I want to see him? I look like I want to see him so I misunderstand her? What do you say? Say I don't know what I want to do, say I don't know where I want to go, or be relatively speechless like last time?

He came to arrange...... Can his father, who is still alive in the grip of imperial power, say such a thing under the same roof as us.

I believed him.

Before I could respond, the girl had already left me, and she came back after only half a cup of tea, and she has been busy until now.

The most excessive thing is that even the bathing and changing clothes come to urge me...... Need such fanfare?

It's just a prince, I see Kangxi like this, is it rude? I have seen him day and night for more than 20 years, what do you not know about each other, and you still have to dress up so secretly, for whom?

Rao felt that she had thought a little too much, and I was still at her mercy until I was tired, but I couldn't wear that skirt of Chang Fujin.

The disappointment in her eyes flickered and flipped around, one by one and folded back on, and I sat on the edge of the bed dumbfounded, at the sight of so many new clothes that I had never seen before. Where did it come from?

I smiled at her anxious look, and it was clear that she was still a half-grown child. She stood by the suitcase with her mouth pouted, her little hands pounding the edges and staring at the lifeless gorgeous clothes in annoyance, as if she had been bullied by them.

Just coax her to be happy, it's not easy to serve me, there are so many masters at a young age, it's not easy for anyone.

She walked over and pulled out one of them, and then she turned to me and smiled flatteringly.

I was equally stunned when I looked at the plain white dress, and the few very light red petals that hung from the hem of the skirt under her wrists bloomed delicately......

What do you want to show when you wear it? We've lived together for so long, and there are so many memories that we can't forget even as time passes. What have you ever forgotten.

Every little bit wakes them all.

Who's playing tricks on whom.

Life, marriage, faith, not all faith.

Having come to the present day overnight, it is no longer clear whether it is a historical arrangement or a self-inflicted blame. Why bother with the details, those Buddhist scriptures are really copied in vain.

It was just after noon when she went, and it was already dusk. Thinking that her master would not come, she worked hard for her in vain, and there was quite a bit of irony that the future emperor was not in a hurry to kill the slave and maid.

The heart that was a little panicked by her was slowly precipitated over time. I sat at the table in front of the window in the last daylight, and continued to copy the scriptures, and a black shadow faintly appeared behind the red light outside the window paper, which also fell on me on the paper.

"Fujin, the fourth master is here. ”

A delicate whisper with a smile

Did he have a heart? Before the food deliverer left, he came...... Let me stay or not, or eat or not.

From Yan Yu Ruyi to Xie Yu, and then to today's little girl, it seems that everyone knows him very well, and he can clearly identify it even if he is a shadow. In my opinion, they are all good girls who have been trained by him, who are bold and careful, have many ideas, and are very good at looking at faces.

The little girl who lifted the curtain let her fourth master enter the inner room and continued to make dishes, and her movements were more swift and steady than just now, and then she burned two red wax and put them on the dining table and the desk respectively, and the blessing body flashed to the outside and carefully closed the corners of the curtain, and soon heard the door open and close.

The candle flame shook gently twice with the movement of the curtain, and the red sunset outside the window paper was brightly reflected.

He stood by the door and whispered something to eat first, but he didn't sit down, just looked at me, saw me sitting stiffly in the chair, looked at the Buddhist beads in my hand, and stared back at me, on my face. Those eyes were more quiet and deep than when I left him, and I couldn't even tell what he was thinking and what he wanted to do.

The pen and Buddha beads were replaced by bowls and chopsticks, and I looked up to see that he was still standing there, looked at the white rice chopsticks in the bowl, and tapped the head of the white rice chopsticks, and reluctantly put them back on the table.

"Have you eaten it?"

He shook his head, and moved the corners of his lips in embarrassment, "No." ”

After a little hesitation, he carefully tested, "Do you want to eat?"

I guess what flashed in his eyes could be classified as laughter, but it was a little bitter, and it always felt a little strange to see him sit down in the chair opposite him with a very low answer.

Two plates of cold dishes, four plates of hot dishes, a soup and a snack, plus a pot of wine, I can't eat so much but always send them like this. I didn't have such a waste in the mansion before, and I didn't like him, and he didn't even sit on the table very formally unless he was entertaining guests.

The wine moistened his lips, and he also put the dishes and chopsticks and looked over, "You ......"

I didn't know what he was going to say, but I paused at the end of the sentence and looked at the dishes on the table, barely moving.

After a sip, he put the wine glass back, and looked at his half-empty bowl for a long time, "You should eat more." ”

As he spoke, he bit his lower lip, hid his hand under the table and grabbed the hem of his skirt, and a few light red stamens seemed to have withered and changed their appearance and died in the snow.

I heard him hum, very softly, and when I pricked up my ears and listened to the soft sound of holding the dishes and chopsticks, it was very quiet.

He looked at the bowl at the dish sandwiched between the chopsticks and stopped looking up. I watched as he kept picking up a plate in front of me, his silent bite on his jaw as if he had never seen this man, and suddenly he grabbed his thigh and drank from his glass, coughing up tears.

The sunset outside the window finally sets, and the interior is brighter. When I left the chair, he was already standing opposite, the purple robe was unusually warm in the candlelight, and the dark pattern on it flickered and dimmed, like the jade silk silk swaying on his waist, and the small purse and the pendant tied with a drawstring.

In the past, I had fallen asleep or lit candles and copied scriptures. At this time, the candle flame was burning, but I didn't know where to move.

It's dark outside the window, and he looks past him as I do...... It's time to go back. Who did you bring with you this time?

I shook my head, shook off the few figures that clearly appeared in my mind, walked over, pushed open the window, and supported a corner, and the wind wafting in was a little cool. The rustling of the branches and leaves, with the sound of the summer night wind, spread far away.

The rice paper on the table top floated up and fell back in a corner, and the scriptures on the side were blown by the wind as if they were turning quickly, and the pages kept drifting.

He was standing right behind me, his fingers pressed to the paper to read the words, his jaw still tainted with determination, but his eyebrows were always slightly sorrowful, and his expressionless eyes could not find the fine lines that would be seen clearly when he smiled.

I haven't seen him change a lot in a year, from his body to his temperament, he is getting colder and colder from the inside out, and just standing quietly is an invisible loneliness. He is different from me every time I think of him, but he always looks like I've seen him somewhere.

I suddenly wanted to take off his hat, I wanted to. His hands were clasped to his legs, not daring to move.

"Haven't finished copying today's scriptures?"

Such a soft voice sounded in such a night, with the magic of bewitchment. I looked at his clean fingertips at the broken endings, shook my head and smiled.

I wanted to see him, but I didn't face my own heart. It's like my heart is upset, but I put the blame on his girl, just because she is busy and I can't copy the scriptures quietly. Actually, it's not at all, it's just because I miss him and never stop missing him. When it's good, when it's bad, when it's awake, when it's time to sleep, when it's time to die, when it's time to be born, when it's hopeless...... Everywhere you want to do it.

"Copy it, don't give up halfway. ”

He stepped aside and gave up his chair, looking at the scriptures with a focused look, as if he had melted himself in.

I don't know if I had such a devout look in his eyes in those days when he only copied the scriptures and did nothing, and sat down on the corner of the table and put the pen between his fingers.

The words on the paper seem to have life, leaping and dancing in front of you, word by word. I looked at them in a trance, only to feel that each of these drawings written in imitation of his handwriting revealed some secrets, and the pen was lifted and put up again and again, and finally could not fall.

The cold invasion of the bag in my hand soaked into every finger, and the extremely light fit made my hot hand stiffen, as if the blood coagulated instantly, and my heart stopped and I couldn't feel the beat. If it weren't for him, he would have moved the tip of the pen lightly on the paper......

The wind kept blowing in through the window, and his sleeve floated to my wrist and rubbed gently, but the back was still empty and there was no real touch on my hands, but I carefully shrunk as if he was caged in his arms. His hands were cold, but my back was so hot that I was sweating, and I shivered when the wind blew.

His hands tightened, but he still wrote earnestly. My left hand shook in front of me, and I straightened my back and stared, just a little bit and landed on the edge of the table to hold my hand, a finger away. The red gemstone ring was illuminated by the candlelight, shimmering with layers of golden light enveloping the brilliance inside.

"Your heart is not still. ”

His eyes were still fixed on the paper as he said this, and his breath was blowing through the light clothes on my shoulders and spreading around the back of my neck. My head hurt so much that I couldn't think before I realized I had forgotten to breathe.

Just one breath and one breath, it's all him. His face, his eyes, his eyebrows, his lips, his breath, his body temperature, his taste, everything, all of them were his, and nothing else.

The action of writing suddenly stopped, the thick eyelashes in front of him blinked slightly, and the dark eyes became deeper like a quiet lake, and a small stone was inadvertently cast into the ripples, staring clearly and secretly.

The beads were resting on the paper with the tip of the pen hanging above. At this point, it comes to an abrupt end.

We looked at it too, silently, as if all the heavens and the earth were still at this moment, and no more wind or branches could be heard, and even his very shallow breathing stopped as abruptly as I did.

At the same time, the outstretched hands could not be retracted, obviously not touching each other, but he grabbed the string of beads and stuffed them in my palm, grabbed my fingertips and curled them in his hand.

I couldn't stop crying when I closed my eyes, I couldn't turn my head back when I raised my head, and I hid into my hair along my ears.

The support behind his head was his shoulder, and his chin was pressed against his face, buried in my raised neck.

The area between the collarbones hurts again, and the pins and needles usually seem to penetrate into the skin, stinging.