He was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to shout so easily, without the slightest shyness of his daughter's family, it was a teasing, and it was suddenly boring when she shouted like this. This kind of thing with a woman ** is ambiguous, but she is so calm that it is not good for him to continue.

"Brother at you, Benjun will take you out. He turned around and said, "Come with me." ”

She followed him, and the two walked out of the mountains and forests one after the other, he looked her up and down, and saw that her face was unfamiliar, as if he had never seen her before, and thought that she was a little fairy who had just ascended, so he said: "You are obviously very good-looking, why do you look like a widow in a black dress, this black dress is not suitable for you." ”

He laughed at her jokingly.

She smiled faintly and said, "Xiaoxian is indeed a widow. ”

"Ah" Su Qi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect her to be really a widow, he immediately touched his nose in a sneer, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know about you" He said and looked at her embarrassedly.

She said, "It's out of the way, it's all in the past." ”

He became respectful to her, stopped joking, and took her out of the woods and to the Dharma field where he lectured in a proper manner.

She stood outside the lecture hall, and saw the Bodhisattva sitting on the pulpit in the middle of the lecture hall, the Bodhisattva and the pulpit sat on the altar, sitting down was a white statue, kneeling on the ground respectfully, listening to the scriptures and hearing the Dharma, surrounded by immortals from all directions, respectfully sitting around, listening to the Bodhisattva's lectures.

The Dharma field is very large, but the voice of Puxian Bodhisattva is extremely clear, as if it is in the ear.

She stood outside and listened, and asked Su Qi next to her: "What kind of scripture is he talking about?"

Su Qi said: "It's the Lotus Sutra." ”

Her eyes fell on the audience around her, all of them were some unfamiliar faces, and she was watching, when someone suddenly exclaimed behind her.

"Emperor. ”

She turned to look at the voice, and when she turned around, she saw the man coming in front of her.

He was dressed in snow-white clothes, long hair like ink and a golden crown of hair, in the morning light, his handsome face was cold and thin, a pair of black eyes were like a pool of water in a cold pool, so cold that they were almost frozen into ice, the white cloud boots under his feet were not stained with dust, and his clothes were blown up by the wind under his feet, and his whole body was full of luxury and cold air that could not be blasphemed.

She looked at the face in a daze, and watched in a daze as he walked towards her, followed by the three disciples who followed, and everywhere he went, the immortals bowed their heads respectfully and knelt down, and the voices of exclamation rose and fell in the crowd.

No one thought that the emperor would come here in person.

She looked at him distractedly, and for a moment, her frozen heart cracked in an instant, like a mountain, and collapsed, her mind was suddenly blank, and there was a huge buzzing sound in her ears, at that moment, she could no longer hear any sound, and stepped forward like a lost soul, reaching out to hold him.

It was like a dream, she had an incomparable dream, and in the dream she finally saw him again, and although his appearance had changed, her heart knew better than anyone else that it was him.

It's him, Ranny.

She looked at him, like a devout believer, looking up at him, the sun fell on her face, as if resurrected from the dead, clear tears overflowed from her eyes, she stretched out her hand to him, but as if he had never known her, he walked past her with a blank face, and the cold robe ran through her fingertips.

(Markor Literature-)