A roar of carriages was heard in the distance, breaking the embarrassing situation of the two of them being speechless.

A group of people holding various cleaning tools immediately poured out on the path, all dressed in the same servant costumes, although there were many people, they were all in order, and they were all busy after saluting Zhang Shaoqing and Yin Suwen. Cleaning, weeding, renovation, decoration, and craftsmen moved bluestone bricks to pave all the muddy roads, and the area around Mrs. Yin's grave was quickly restored to cleanliness.

"Childe, everyone has arrived. The carriage fell into a mud puddle halfway through, delaying time, and asked the son to punish him. ”

The man dressed as the first guard walked directly to Zhang Shaoqing's side, saluted, and knelt down to admit punishment. He was dressed in a black strong coat wrapped around his long figure, his face was cold and resolute, and he didn't look at Yin Suwen.

"That's it, Guard Liu is injured, let's get up first."

The other party should claim that it is, inadvertently covered the unhealed wound on his leg, and handed over a pack of incense, candles, and paper money before leaving.

Yin Suwen was surprised but didn't show it, this guard had never appeared before, and she should have been very angry, but she seemed to have a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"The newcomer to the house doesn't know the rules yet, so don't mind."

Seeing that she nodded and did not suspect it, Zhang Shaoqing took her to light the paper money candle in front of the grave, and the lush heat and fire light shone on the faces of the two.

"Don't be sad anymore, I have invited a senior monk to the house to chant and pray for my aunt. Come to think of it, she must have lived happily in another place. ”

"You don't have to, but thank you a lot."

He had never cared for her so meticulously and considerately, if Yin Suwen must have been grateful to Dade back then, it was just a sincere thank you at this time.

"Don't!"

Before she could finish speaking, her lips covered her with warm palms.

"Don't say that, seeing the outside like this, I'm afraid my aunt will be chilled when she hears it."

Seeing that Yin Suwen was finally amused, Zhang Shaoqing took her hand and said to the tombstone with relief,

"Aunt, I'm Shaoqing, and I'm coming to see you today. I met Su Su ten years ago, and although I didn't have the opportunity to meet you, I always listened to Su Su and thought of you. Shaoqing has nothing else to ask for in this life, but I hope to be able to always accompany Su Su, protect her, love her, and ensure that she is 100 years old, and I hope you can agree. You have no children under your knees, and Shaoqing will be both a son-in-law and a son after that, and you will definitely live up to your expectations, but please rest assured. ”

Zhang Shaoqing kowtowed heavily to Mrs. Yin's tombstone, and was about to turn around when he felt a pair of slightly cool hands caress his cheeks.

"Let's get married."

The burning smoke around them lingered for a long time, like a cyan curtain separating the two, and Zhang Shaoqing's familiar eyebrows and eyes were hazy. After all, you can't give it up and can't let go, so let's indulge it like this.

Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided with each other. In ancient times, there were women with strong temperaments who could simply swing a knife to break their love, just because they were let down by their lovers first. Yin Suwen always thought that he should be like this, loving wholeheartedly, loving without scruples, but also loving so much that he couldn't tolerate a grain of sand. However, she finally compromised, and was kidnapped by a piece of the past and a few memories without resistance, and there was no escape. Just because, the real self is cowardly to death, cowardly without Zhang Shaoqing, there will be no light and warmth, the world is still there but there is no sun, she will be afraid. I've already died once, but that terrible longing is still alive.

Zhang Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, and then hugged Yin Suwen tightly into his arms, he knew that he had made the right bet after all. Whether it was ten years ago, between ten years, or after this decade, as long as Yin Suwen still loves, he will always be the one who wins.

・・・・・・

The two whispered all the way back to the gate of Yin's mansion, Zhang Shaoqing said goodbye, and Yin Suwen saw him go away, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. Between his gentle eyebrows and eyes, there is a rare appearance of his infatuation back then, but he doesn't know if this kind of relationship can withstand the test of the oath of being side by side from now on.

In a trance, the door behind him burst open, and there seemed to be the sound of light footsteps.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The sunlight after the clouds and mist dissipated was too dazzling, Yin Suwen unconsciously squinted his eyes, and saw a tall figure walking slowly in the bursts of light, dressed in white and snow. She didn't see the appearance of the person for a while, but she smelled the familiar scent of sandalwood in the deep Buddha name, and her heart warmed for no reason.

Xinche stood in the wind with his backlight, nodded slightly, and stopped talking after the namaste, only looked at Yin Suwen quietly, his eyebrows were like horizontal peaks, and his eyes were like stars.

Today, he did not wear a glazed prayer bead, but only held a simple and round ancient sandalwood beads, although the beads are not big, but there is a different kind of vast feeling faintly emanating. The halo gradually dissipated, and he was like a god and Buddha who had just entered the mortal world, his body did not move, there was no wind around him, and his clothes rose spontaneously. This scene was like the first meeting a month ago, and a strange sense of familiarity became stronger than before.

Yin Suwen seemed to be able to see God, and was silent for a long time before he finally realized his gaffe, and hurriedly covered his expression and saluted to Xinche.

"Well to the master! ＂

"The donor doesn't have to be so polite, just call the poor monk Cheche. ＂

There are not a few people in Shangyuan Mansion who call Xin Che "master", and he can afford this honorific title, but because she couldn't bear it for a moment when she saw Yin Suwen's red eyes, she must have just cried.

"Is the donor okay?"

"Everything is fine, Master Lao is concerned."

Seeing her smile as bright as a peach blossom in March, Xinche finally let go of most of her worries, but her eyes inadvertently stopped on her left cheek.

"What is this?"

After a few days of not seeing, this stubborn woman seems to have added new wounds.

"Oh, if you accidentally fall and get hurt, don't get in the way, don't get in the way!"

In a panic, she covered the whip scars of that night with a few strands of hair, and she secretly sighed in her heart that all her secrets, those unbearable or unbearable pasts, always seemed to be known by the monk in front of her by chance. In front of Xinche, she is always as frank as paper and embarrassed as she can't hide.

"I don't know that Master Xinche is a senior monk who came to chant for his deceased mother today, Su Wen couldn't come back in time to serve him, I'm really ashamed! ＂

Yin Suwen only knew that today's sacrifice to Zhang Shaoqing must have done his best, but he didn't expect that the senior monk who was invited would be clear-hearted.

"The poor monk came to hold a ritual with a secret order from the palace, but he didn't know that it was for Yin Shizhu's mother, and the donor didn't have to mind. ”

Yin Suwen nodded, grateful that this monk was always so lenient, and the other side also secretly wondered, it was just an ordinary ceremony, and Zhang Shaoqing did not hesitate to use the emperor's grace.