Although Nazhen is a little Tibetan girl, she speaks Chinese correctly.

Jiang Bo patted her on the shoulder: [Go, I really want to see what the young grandmother of the Lhasa nobles looks like.] ]

Tibet, this is a place that Lin Nuanxi never thought he would come.

Originally, she only wanted to ask Jiang Bo to let her leave Beitang Yaori, but now this aristocratic manor, the servants' service, reminded her of the White Swan Castle again.

This is not what she wants.

[Miss, is the meal unappetizing?] Nazhen looked at the dishes on the silver plate that hadn't moved much, and asked with concern.

These are made by the Chinese master according to the taste of the Han people, and she should not be unaccustomed to the water and soil.

[Thank you, I just don't have much of an appetite.] ]

Don't have an appetite? Maybe it's the climate that affects appetites. Nazhen obediently picked up the plates on the table, turned her head, and looked at what Lin Nuanxi was writing in front of the desk.

[Miss, your handwriting is so beautiful.] Although Nazhen speaks Chinese well, Chinese characters are still a big problem for her. The neatly written page had only a few words she knew, such as, Contract, Jiang Bo, Servant, Heart, and Bright Sun.

[Miss, what are you writing about?] Nazhen asked curiously.

Lin Nuanxi realized that she didn't know Chinese characters. In Tibet, the aristocratic class system has been very serious since ancient times. Even now, Nazhen is a child of a common family, and naturally does not have the right to read and go to school. Because, since she was born, she was detained as a civilian and enslaved.

[Nazhen, do you want to learn kanji?] ]

Nazhen's eyes obviously flashed with surprise, but she lowered her head timidly.

Lin Nuanxi patted her on the shoulder: [I'll teach you later.] ]

[Miss Xie Lu, Miss Xie!] Na Zhen had a big smile on her face, she had never come into contact with such an approachable "noble lady".

[Nothing.] Lin Nuanxi smiled lightly and looked down at the paper in her hand, which was the result of an afternoon of thinking about it. After a pause, Lin Nuanxi looked at the light on the opposite room: [Young Master Bo is back?] ]

[The young master has just returned from the Sakya temple, and I will call him to you.] ]

[No, I'll go myself.] ]

In Lin Nuanxi's heart, she was always worried about one thing.

After not returning to Tibet for a long time, Jiang Bo settled down in Lin Nuanxi and went to the Sakya temple to worship.

This place has a special meaning for him and the North Hall Flare, and it is also appropriate to go to worship.

Compared to this, Lin Nuanxi was a little concerned about the story of the Dechajia Dragon King who was stabbed on Beitang Yaori's body.

When he came to Jiang Bo's door, Lin Nuanxi raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but as soon as his hand was raised in the air, he hesitated and paused.

She didn't know if she should tell Jiang Bo about this matter.

[The nights here are very cold, and you will definitely catch a cold after ten minutes of standing.] The voice inside broke the silence, and Jiang Bo knew that she was standing outside the road.

Lin Nuanxi took a deep breath and pushed the door in.

Jiang Bo said that he was playing with a very delicate prayer wheel: [Tashi Delek~]

Lin Nuanxi smiled helplessly: [Young Master Bo, I never thought that you and Yaori would actually be monks in the temple for a year. ]

The unruly Jiang Bo always has a trace of the same ascetic aura as Beitang Yaori, perhaps, it comes from this.

[If I had stayed here forever with Yaohui, maybe Yaohui wouldn't have died.] The corners of Jiang Bo's mouth pulled out a hint of mockery.