Returning to the original place, mixed feelings. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The vast mountain is still as in memory, white and expansive, Dai Ranyue followed behind the two curiously, and when she stopped, she still came to a temple, she looked around, and found that there were only a few simple and old houses on both sides of the temple, and there was nothing except these.

As far as the eye can see, except for the snow...... Or is it snow......

"We ...... Just stay here? Dai Ranyue asked in disbelief.

These days, she is used to living in places like the palace, and she really can't get used to seeing this simple house.

Hearing this, Si Jizhi raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the house next to the temple: "You go, clean that house." ”

"I ...... Where to stay? Dai Ranyue was a little reluctant.

Si Jizhi shook his hand at her: "That room is my little junior sister's, you clean it up early, so that your sick and weak sister Si can live in it as soon as possible." ”

"You!" Dai Ranyue stomped her feet angrily, but she lost her confidence after seeing Si Jichen's pale face.

Seeing her hesitating in place, Si Jizhi seemed to push her out impatiently, but with a funny smile on his lips and feet: "Go!" ”

Looking at Dai Ranyue's beautiful little face with a puffing expression, it was really interesting.

Si Jichen, who was watching the interaction between the two of them on the side, also hooked his lips: "You always like to tease her like this." ”

Si Jizhi didn't deny it when he heard it, and shrugged his shoulders casually: "No way, I want to tease her when I look at that little look, but now I seem to be used to teasing." ”

"Huh." Si Jichen smiled lightly, and his gaze slowly turned to the direction of the temple gate.

With her gaze, Si Jizhi also put on a cynical and sadistic look.

The two of them looked at the old wooden door of the ancient temple at the same time, although the temple door was old, it was impermeable to a single gap, and the wind and snow outside were completely isolated outside.

This temple has been built here since Master came here, but there is no statue of a god in the appearance of the temple, and I don't know whose hand it came from.

Now it's ...... inside

It is the spiritual seat of the Master......

They looked at each other in front of the door, and there was too much emotion in their eyes.

Two hands landed on the door, and with a slight clasp, there was a faint sound inside.

The temple door creaked open without hindrance.

The light from outside suddenly penetrated into the temple gate, revealing the elongated shadows of the two in the temple hall.

In the temple that no one has cleaned for a long time, a spiritual seat stands alone on the temple.

The two of them seemed to be unaware of the dust on the ground, and knelt down thinking about the spiritual seat......

Looking at the spiritual position, Si Jizhi's eyes flickered slightly.

Three years ago, he went down the mountain to train.

With his ability and martial arts, he lives freely outside.

But I still miss my little sister and master.

Unexpectedly......

It had only been two years since he received the news of Master's passing, and he could barely believe it.

Because on weekdays, the master has hardly even been sick, and in just two years, he has passed away from the world.

Since then, he has changed into a white dress, and when everyone thought it was a sign of thinking about his ambition, no one knew that he was keeping filial piety for his teacher.

"The disciple is not filial, I haven't been able to be by your side all these years, and now I come to see you, but it's too late......"

Inside the temple, the boy knelt on a dusty futon and bowed deeply.

Si Jichen just knelt quietly to the side, raising his eyes and looking at the spiritual position fixedly.

"Master......" She opened her mouth softly, her eyes gradually dyed with warmth and nostalgia, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and finally she didn't say anything, leaving only a few words.

"The disciple is back......"

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"Your Majesty?"

Seeing Jun Mo hearing this, he was distracted, and the demeanor sitting next to the desk called softly.

"Huh?" Jun Mowen retracted his thoughts and looked at Yifeng gently.

Looking at the pair of nostalgic eyes reflecting his appearance, I was indescribably happy in my heart.

That day in Yuhua Palace, she didn't expect Jun Mowen to appear, let alone ...... He couldn't even remember the thoughts......

It was Si Jichen's method, or some accident that she didn't know.

None of this matters......

The important thing is that she is now by his side, and he calls her...... Etiquette ......

As long as that's it...... She was satisfied.

Monstrous power? Thousands of riches?

She wasn't interested in any of that...... looked at Jun Mowen who was looking at Wen Run, looking at him.

As long as there is him......

Seeing that the woman in front of her just looked at her in a daze, looking at the white hosta on her hair, Jun Mowen's smile became warm and doting: "But it's boring to sit?" He pointed to the various unique collections on the bookcase: "The books here are still good, you can choose a few to relieve your boredom." ”

If anyone sees the books in this study, they will be amazed, and every one of them is extremely rare.

Yifeng nodded and smiled, but shook his head: "I don't like to read." ”

Jun Mo was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned ashamed: "I'm sorry...... I forgot ......"

For some reason, in the depths of his impression, he always felt that she loved to read......

Did he remember it wrong?

Yifeng didn't reply, just got up with a smile, ran his fingers over the books on the shelves, and finally stopped in one place.

There are dozens of paintings, large and small, piled up there.

Jun Mowen has always been serious and cautious in handling state affairs, and rarely has free time, let alone painting.

Over here...... How can there be so many......

Curiosity flashed in Yifeng's eyes: "This is?" ”

She looked back at Jun Mowen.

Jun Mowen shook his head slowly: "I'm sorry, I can't remember." ”

Yifeng's hand paused, and he smiled at Jun Mo and asked, "I might take a look?" ”

"Naturally."

Jun Mo heard that he never seemed to be able to bear to refuse her.

The scroll was slowly opened, and Yifeng looked at the white skirt that was gradually revealed in the painting, and a cold beauty with ice muscles and jade bones was vividly reflected on the painting.

"It turned out that you were the one who drew it."

When Yifeng was stunned, Jun Mowen came to her side at some point, looked at the painting with her, and smiled warmly: "That's good, as long as I look at this painting, I won't forget you...... Ritual wind. ”

The smile froze, and Yifeng took out all the picture scrolls on the bookcase and spread them out one by one.

The beauty in the painting is dressed in white like snow, sitting or standing, with a peerless style in every move.

In the barracks, in the palace, in the mansion......

Is that Si Jichen and his past?

Yifeng raised his eyes and smelled those eyes at Shangjun Mo.

The person in front of her, she tried to give up, but unfortunately she couldn't let go......

Putting away the scroll, Yifeng burst into a gorgeous smile: "Yes, that's ...... You won't forget me. ”

Even if he still lives in the shadow of that person......

Even if it is not recovered......

I'm not afraid. (To be continued.) )