In the face of Master Huiming's resolute attitude, Rong Qingshu was even more categorical than him, "Old bald donkey, I know you are for my good, but I really can't stay here." "There are still two days left, and it is the day of flowering of the Ning Bi Wattle Lotus.

"Because of that stinky boy." Master Huiming said in one word.

Rong Qingshu nodded in acquiescence.

"Life is a love affair. I knew when I was in Dongming that you must have some entanglements. Now it seems that this is indeed the case. Master Huiming's expression was extremely complicated.

"Old bald donkey, I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I only believe that people will conquer the sky, don't fool me with those signatures." Rong Qingshu saw that Master Huiming wanted to speak and stopped, so he stopped his words first.

Master Huiming suddenly sighed, "Erya, I don't treat you as an outsider, and I'm not afraid of revealing the secret of heaven when I'm old." Whether you listen or not, I'm going to tell you. ”

"You say." Rong Qing pursed his lips, but in the end, he couldn't resist Master Huiming.

In fact, Master Huiming is the best at reading and unsigning, if he can get some advice, maybe, he can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"A wave of unsettled waves, but when the clouds open to see the sunrise. Although the road of love is long and bumpy, as long as you live up to your original intention, there will be a time to see the light of day. "It's rare for Master Huiming to speak so seriously to Rong Qingshu.

"The future is uncertain, and it is not easy to stick to the original intention." The Han Attack Sword in Rong Qingshu's hand clenched and let go, let go and clenched again.

Not only does she have no confidence in Yu Yanyi, but she also has no confidence in herself. The only thing she can be sure of is that as long as Yu Yanyi does not touch the bottom line in her heart, she will not let go.

She didn't know when that day would come, but she knew that day would come.

How will she choose......

"Old bald donkey, I didn't imagine our future, so I couldn't help but give him hope for a while, am I not selfish?" Rong Qingshu sat weakly on the bamboo chair opposite Master Huiming.

"That stinky boy is very shrewd, but I'm afraid his heart is like a mirror. In the final analysis, one of you is still willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer. Master Huiming sighed.

"Old bald donkey, Xiangchen also came to the Pushi Temple." Rong Qingshu really couldn't stand Master Huiming's long sigh, she remembered that this old bald donkey valued Gong Xiangchen the most, and using him as a shield, her ears could suffer less.

"That little slippery head is here, why don't you call him." Master Huiming's blaming eyes glared at Rong Qingxuan, as if she had committed an unforgivable heinous crime.

Presumably to avoid you.

Of course, Rong Qingshu didn't dare to say this directly, but he was afraid that his ears would be sinned.

"Don't bother to pay attention to your insignificant, it's better to prepare a gift for the little slippery head." When it came to preparing gifts, Master Huiming was so excited that he was a little at a loss.

"Old bald donkey, what about the people you asked me to save?" Rong Qingshu has long been accustomed to this kind of differential treatment.

She even wished that Master Huiming would completely ignore her, because the so-called importance is to lead people to Buddha.

Every time Master Huiming went to Dongming to preach and discuss the Dharma, he would specially prepare a bunch of generous gifts for Gong Xiangchen - Buddhist scriptures.

She didn't have any interest in that.

"Over there, your stuff is in there, too, don't bother me anymore." Master Huiming pointed impatiently at the whitewashed curtain.

Rong Qingshu secretly slandered himself: I don't know which poor worm actually sought medical treatment from such an unreliable old bald donkey.

When she opened the curtain, she found that the man was not lying on the bed, unconscious. Instead, he sat on his desk with a book of scriptures in his hand, and from time to time he put pen to paper and make annotations on the scriptures.

Indifferent and transcendent, floating out of the world. These eight words couldn't be more suitable for him.

Just the posture of holding the scroll, it will become a world without self and without him.

He seemed so focused that he didn't even notice her when she entered the inner room.

Although Rong Qingshu couldn't bear to break the rare purity in this world, she didn't forget why she came here.

"Ahem, this son, I'm ......"

The man unhurriedly put the scripture on the incense table, methodically smoothed the folds on the brocade robe, and then slowly got up, turned around and looked at Rong Qingshu lightly.

Rong Qingshu only saw the true face of the man's Lushan at this time, the man turned out to be Feng Qiansu, and asked in surprise: "Qiansu, what's wrong with you?" ”

When she was in the Imperial Mausoleum, her heart throbbed and hurt, and at that time, Feng Qiansu must have been at the time of her life.

"Qing'er, you and Yu Yan Yi ......" Feng Qiansu slowly stopped when there were still three steps away from Rong Qingshu. When his eyes looked at the restless Rong Qingshu, he had a little more mundane red dust.

"Yan Yi and I have reconciled." Rong Qingshu didn't know why, in the face of the wind at this moment, he always felt extremely uneasy in his heart.

Feng Qiansu nodded slightly, and his eyes seemed to flash with a touch of pain.

"Qiansu, don't mention anything else, the top priority is to detoxify you." Although Master Huiming did not mention the poisoning of Feng Qiansu to Rong Qingshu, the doctor paid attention to looking and hearing, and when she saw Feng Qiansu's slightly dark face, she knew that it was a sign of poisoning.

"Let Qing'er bother." Feng Qiansu made a cup of tea for Rong Qingshu and invited her to sit down.

"Moving, detoxification is important, so I won't drink tea." In the imperial mausoleum, he unintentionally called out the name of his Feng Qiansu, which caused Yu Yanyi to be jealous, and Rong Qingfu still remembered it vividly.

Now, she and Yu Yanyi have made up their minds, and it is time for the wind to move to the house to pay attention to proportions and distance.

"Because of Yu Yanyi, Qing'er will treat me as a stranger, and she won't even want to take a sip of tea?" The teacup handed to Rong Qingshu by Feng Qiansu was not withdrawn.

Rong Qingshu thought about it, but still took the teacup and poured it down.

"This tea...... Not bad. Although the tea was swallowed by her cow, the faint aftertaste of the tea lingered between her lips and teeth, and it never dissipated for a long time.

This tea is her favorite morning dew tea, but she rarely drinks morning dew tea, and no one knows that she loves this tea.

"What Qing'er likes, it's excellent." Feng Qiansu showed a rare light smile.

"Qiansu, I'll take your pulse." Rong Qingshu made up her mind to detoxify him as soon as possible, and then she could move away from the wind, she didn't want to make Yu Yanyi jealous anymore.

"Yu Yanyi wants Qing'er to stay away from me in the future?" Feng Qiansu doesn't seem to care about the detoxification, but cares more about Rong Qing's attitude.

"If you don't want to detoxify, it's inconvenient for me to stay here for a long time." Rong Qingshu really couldn't see that Feng Qiansu looked like he was in danger.

Since he didn't cooperate with her, she didn't want to waste time either.

"Qing'er doesn't want to see me like this?" Feng Qiansu saw that Rong Qingshu was about to leave, and hurriedly grabbed her wrist.

"Feng Qiansu, please respect yourself!" Rong Qingshu was also angry, and shook off the wind and moved to the house.

Without thinking about it, Feng Qiansu fell backwards lightly, slamming into the flower stand where the vase was placed, and the vase shattered to the ground, and Feng Qiansu was planted straight on the splinter.

Sharp shards plunged into his arms, gurgling blood gushing out.

"I'm sorry." Feng Qiansu had a weird yin and yang tonight, which made her feel very uncomfortable, but she didn't want him to get hurt.

"Do you have to demolish my house?" Master Huiming opened the curtain of the door with a huff.

"Master Huiming, I accidentally moved to the house for a while, and ruined your beloved things, I hope you will forgive me." Wind migratory pulled out the debris as if nothing had happened.

"Old bald donkey, tomorrow I will make amends for your sins." Rong Qingshu destroyed his wooden door and smashed his vase, and he really couldn't get over it.

"I'm going to sleep, and if you make any more noise, get out of here." Master Huiming glared at the two people with different expressions, threw down a sentence, and threw down the curtain and went out.

"I'll do it." Rong Qingshu saw that Feng Qiansu clumsily took out the fragments, but hurt his fingers again, and he was really a little unbearable, so he put the sword aside and walked towards him.

"Qing'er, I'm offended, don't mind." Feng Qiansu's clean and pure eyes looked at Rong Qingshu with affection, as if he was about to drip honey.