"Amitabha, His Royal Highness King Jin, long time no see."

Ku Hui folded his hands and let the snowflakes fall on his head and shoulders.

Ye Wuzhi quietly looked at the bitter wisdom in front of him, and the cold color in his eyes faded slightly, "Xiao An." ”

A low sigh, as if nostalgic for it.

"Poor monks are bitter, His Royal Highness King Jin must not call the wrong person." He stood under the dead tree in the courtyard, smiling slightly, Zhong Lingyu was beautiful, quiet and peaceful, as if Lingxiu and Gao Kuang between heaven and earth gathered him at the same time.

The teenager who used to be Zhong Lingyuxiu grew up like this.

Ye Wuzhi looked at him silently, as if he was looking at something through him, and his gaze didn't know where it fell.

Ku Hui's face did not change and looked at the past, he had long been accustomed to King Jin's non-talkative temperament, and now he couldn't help but smile lightly after things were wrong, "Your Highness is still the same after so many years." ”

He sighed slightly, how many thoughts were scattered, between the blood-colored smoke of that year, what he remembered most clearly was not the tragedy of the Gu family's blood-stained Shengjing, but the bright time of his youth.

If you can't let it go, you can't cut it constantly.

The flower stand in the backyard of the Gu family, Sister A's smile was bright and warm under the large iris flowers, when Brother Jin Wang looked at Sister A, the ice and snow under his eyes seemed to be melted little by little by the strongest sunlight, and then he walked over from his father's study with a bitter face, with a green silk brocade coat and a youthful appearance

At that time, the sun was just right.

He is still just the seventh lang of the Gu family, Gu Yan'an.

"Xiao An, come here"

In the middle of the night, he could always see Sister Ah standing under the flower stand, with a large purple iris behind her, and she shouted, "Xiao An, come here"

He wanted to ask Brother Jin Wang, "Have you ever dreamed of Sister A?"

But at this moment, he suddenly didn't want to ask, the most real miss in the world, there is no need to say it, but that person is gone, and your heart is dead.

The heart of King Jin's brother. I've already left with my sister.

He looked at the dead ashes in his cold and indifferent eyes, and finally understood that the people who were left behind were the most painful, because they would spend the rest of their lives remembering. Tossing and turning in that bright and bloody time, stagnate.

Master always said that he was too obsessed and the six roots were not pure, but those who left, someone should always remember.

He didn't want to forget. So the obsession is obsessed, and he is willing to eat it-

Tang Yue slept for a long time, and when she woke up again, she had already set foot on the way back to her hometown.

The prosperity of Shengjing was all left behind, and Tang Yue at this time just looked intently at a monk who came out halfway, opened his mouth wide, and saliva seemed to flow out, "You are Master Kuhui?" ”

is so good-looking to be a monk, it's too tyrannical!

Tang Yue's round eyes straightened.

Ku Hui looked at the girl kindly, with a smile in her eyes, "The monks don't speak. Poor monks are naturally bitter and wise. ”

Tang Yue nodded suddenly, suddenly raised her head for a while, and looked at him suspiciously, "Don't lie to me, I'm not a two- or three-year-old child, I know everything about you and His Royal Highness King Ning teaming up to deceive the county lord of Jiahe." ”

What other monks don't speak?

Tang Yue looked at a certain master's slowly cracked compassionate expression with satisfaction, and said, "But the master doesn't have to blame himself, this matter must be forced by His Royal Highness King Ning, I understand it." ”

Ku Hui was surprised at first. Later, looking at the little girl's serious appearance, she couldn't help laughing, her eyebrows and eyes stretched slightly, "The little girl is really smart." ”

"That's it." Tang Yue nodded very seriously, indicating that she agreed with his words very much.

Kuhui was amused by her again, and her eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a subtle smile.

Tang Yue coughed lightly, as if she was puzzled, "Master, do you want to go home with me?" ”

In fact, Tang Yuezheng really wanted to ask

Master, do you know my aunt too?!

Ku Hui nodded as Tang Yue expected. An unfathomable appearance, "The poor monk visited his old friend and happened to be on the same road as the benefactor." ”

"Hehe, what a coincidence".

Tang Yue turned her head silently, holding back the mania that was about to overflow in her heart.

Lord Wang, general, now there is another monk, how did A-Niang provoke this group of people?!

If only she were really a six or seven-year-old child, then there would be no need to bother so much!

She quietly lifted the window and looked at the road behind her, her eyes full of thoughts.

The prosperity of Shengjing is gradually drifting away.

She had a hunch that when she went back this time, something would probably be different, but she couldn't see the road ahead.

Is it a blessing or a curse?

Ku Hui stared at the girl's suddenly darkened eyes, and couldn't help but move in her heart, "Think too much, little girl, don't think too much, just let everything go naturally." ”

Tang Yue put down her little hand and silently moved away from him, farther away, a picture that she couldn't understand what he was saying.

Ku Hui didn't say a word about her action of covering her ears and stealing the bell, but just folded her hands, recited another sentence of Amitabha, and closed her eyes.

After that, Tang Yue's wariness of Master Kuhui was maintained all the way.

Tang Yue thought so in her heart, if she was seen that something was wrong, would the master directly correct her on the spot?!

In fact, her worries were completely superfluous, not to mention that Ku Hui was just a half-witted fool of people, just borrowing a corpse to resurrect the soul was already unbelievable enough, how could ordinary people think of that place, at best, they just felt that Tang Yue was smarter than the child next to her, and her mind was heavier.

So, Tang Yue was completely overwhelmed.

From Shengjing to Mujia Village, the road is safe.

When Tang Yue arrived home, it was already the twenty-sixth of the lunar month.

The snowflakes in the sky were falling in a pour, and Tang Yue looked at the familiar small courtyard not far away, and couldn't help but feel sad in her heart.

"A-Niang, Yue'er is back"

Tang Yue ran home excitedly, and the master with soft eyebrows behind her suddenly grabbed her and smiled slightly, "The snow road is slippery, go slowly." ”

Tang Yuehu looked over suspiciously, "Master, I'm going home." ”

Ku Hui looked at her with the same expression.

"The poor monk pinched his fingers and counted it, and he happened to be on the same road as the benefactor."

Tang Yue: Sure enough, it's just a magic stick!

"Dad, I seem to hear Yue'er's voice?" Guan put down the clothes in his hand and touched his chest with a worried expression.

Father Tang sighed, a trace of sadness crossed his face, walked over and patted Guan's shoulder, and comforted, "I will come back, I will definitely come back." ”

The joy on Guan's face gradually extinguished, and then he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's the first time, hey, I always hear Yue'er calling-"

"Auntie! I am back! ”

Daddy Tang was stunned suddenly, "Qing Niang? ”

Guan's lips moved, she suddenly got up, the sewing kit fell to the ground, and she ran out without looking back.

Daddy Tang followed out anxiously, "Qingniang, it's cold outside, wear more clothes!" ”

As soon as Guan went out, he saw the girl in the courtyard looking at her with a smile.

Guan couldn't hold back her tears.

"Third Sister"

Guan was stunned suddenly, and she looked up.

In the snow, the eyebrows and eyes of the young man are stunningly beautiful

"Mother, my sister is so beautiful!"

"Qing'er, this is a younger brother, not a younger sister."

(To be continued.) )