In the early morning of the first day of April, a drizzle fell unexpectedly, and the gardenia planted in the Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain fell to the ground with rainwater, scattering petals on the ground, and the sound of chanting was endless, and the little monk who swept the floor heard the footsteps behind him, and hurriedly turned around and gave a salute with one hand, "Amitabha." ”

The hem of the woman's clothes holding the umbrella was too long to avoid being wet by the rain, and a mist rose in front of her eyes, and the woman also learned to salute the monk and replied: "Amitabha." ”

"The donor is Miss Mu said by His Royal Highness the Sixth, please come with me. The little monk who swept the floor leaned the broom under the gardenia tree, and another gardenia fell to the ground, and the petals were broken, and the monks who came and went did not pay attention at all, and the mud brought up under his feet soon crushed the white gardenia, and mixed with the black mud.

Mu Yuyu, who walked to the corridor, put away the paper umbrella in his hand, shook the rain on the umbrella to the ground, the sandalwood burning in the house was swirling, and the little monk stood still in front of the door and said, "Donor, please." ”

"Thank you. Mu Yuyu's face looked a little pale, thanked the little monk, sighed lightly, and walked into the door, he was really waiting inside.

Tea was boiling on the small stove in the room, and there were many porcelain cups in front of Feng Ling, and when she saw her coming, she stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Miss Mu, please sit." ”

In the meditation room, there are no chairs, it is more accurate to say that it is sitting, it is better to say that it is kneeling. The faint smoke from the hot water blocked the faces of both of them, and Feng Ling was concentrating on dividing the tea leaves from beginning to end, without saying a word.

"Your Highness......" Mu Yuyu took a deep breath, "I may, I won't be able to see you again in the future...... I'm getting married. ”

Feng Ling's hand shook, as if his heart had been stabbed hard, and the boss of the tea clamp in his hand also fell out, "Are you really willing?"

Mu Yiyu buried his head and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

"If you say 'no,' I'll take you away. Feng Ling put down the tea clip and seemed to have made a big decision, "This fourth brother should still be in the court, how about it?" When he said this, his face, which had been smiling before, was rarely serious.

Mu Yiyu shook his head, "The emperor's order is hard to disobey." Gardenia doesn't want to drag His Highness down, His Highness only ...... Don't count what Gardenia said before. ”

"You can say more than you say, but what I said, I remember. Feng Ling touched his heart, and it was clear that his heartbeat stretched from his palm to his brain.

I don't know if the smoke is still smoking, Mu Yiyu only felt that the corners of his eyes were moist, and suddenly stood up, quickly ran to the door of the meditation room, and only said, "I'm sorry." He ran out of the temple with an umbrella in his hand.

The drizzle became heavier and heavier, so that water accumulated in many places on the uneven road, but Mu Yiyu didn't care if the hem of his clothes would be wet by the rain, so he walked away from the temple quickly, as if there was a man-eating demon living there.

The sound of footsteps in the rain of embroidered shoes seemed to bring her mind back to the endless alley and the terrifying and real rainy night when she first arrived in Yongning.

Because of poetry and writing, because of salvation and love, but because of the emperor's order, this love that has not yet had time to sprout is uprooted.

Mu Yiyu couldn't tell when he really liked Feng Ling. When I saw his poems, I was probably no different from other girls who said they loved him, but she thought that this person was very good, could write poetry, was literary and humble, so she liked it.

Later, he desperately protected her from the dark alley, and Mu Yuyu's impression of Feng Ling was added. It's probably from that time that I started to like him, and I felt guilty and happy that he saved himself.

But later she found that Feng Ling seemed to be in love with Yun Chenning, so she intentionally or unintentionally distanced herself from him, and finally, he returned to Yongning in despair, staying in the Buddhist hall all day long, although he was not a monk, but he was no different from the monks in the temple except that he had not shaved his degree.

Mu Yiyu made an excuse to see him, it turned out that Mu Yuyu had been comforting himself in the past, but he was just impulsive, Feng Ling was his savior, and now he was in a bad mood, so he should comfort and comfort him. But after seeing Feng Ling again, Mu Yiyu quickly threw away the words that comforted him in the past.

She was thinking, maybe Feng Ling also liked herself, but she didn't dare to ask, for fear of touching his sadness. Today, she can finally confirm Feng Ling's intentions, but the funny thing is that they can't be together anymore.

"Girl, you're out, Mei'er still thinks something happened to you. Mei'er saw Mu Yuyu looking depressed, thinking that she was missing her mother like this, after all, this temple was the place where Mu Yuyu was born, so she hurriedly pulled her into the carriage, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands for her, and exclaimed: "Ah, girl, why are your hands so cold?"

"Nothing ......" there was another place, colder than her hands. Mu Yuyu couldn't hold back his tears, raised his head slightly and forced back his tears, "Go back." ”

"Okay!" Mei'er smiled innocently, as if there was some happy event, Mu Yuyu also decided to forcibly forget this relationship, so he asked her: "What happened, so happy?"

Mei'er turned sideways, took out a gardenia from the carriage, and the fragrance immediately surrounded the tip of Mu Yuyu's nose, and said: "Madame's birthday is coming, the master will arrange it personally, the pomp must be very big, see how proud they are." ”

Although Mei'er didn't say who they were, Mu Yiyu knew very well in her heart, her sister was surprisingly quiet these days, but it made Mu Yiyu let down her guard, it was good to be quiet, at least she could live a few days of leisure.

Only then did I remember that I came out to report to my father today that I wanted to come to the temple to pay respects to my mother, but I only said a few words to him and left.

Mother must have suffered a lot for herself, but poor gardenia, in his father's heart, is open for another woman.

Mu Yiyu took the gardenia in Mei'er's hand, "clicked" to break the branch, and threw a few gardenias out of the window, Mei'er was too late to rescue her, "Girl...... What are you?"

The slightest breeze mixed with drizzle, slapping on Mu Yuyu's face, cool, "There is no place to return all day, a garden of gardenia incense." Arouse thinking, wait not to think, how not to think......"

Mei'er was puzzled when she heard this, her eyebrows frowned and she said to herself: "Girl, what do you mean? What do you think about? Could it be that Mei'er's broken flowers are not good?"

"Nothing. Mu Yiyu lowered the curtain and smiled slightly, "Go home, my father is still waiting for us." ”

On the foggy mountain, the standing figure saw the carriage in the distance and slowly closed his eyes.