The backyard of Fayu Temple, the green hills are continuous, the stream is murmuring, although it is early spring, but because the spring flowers have bloomed, there is no loneliness and sorrow in the harsh winter, but there is a special poetry.

Under the leadership of the old monk, Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng came to the door of a crop courtyard surrounded by a fence wall. As far as the eye can see, there is only a mud house made of loess, and in front of the house is a small vegetable garden specially set out by the owner, and the soil in it has just been turned over, and it is not clear what kind of crop it is.

Thinking that a county lord who was originally high in the sky had now fallen to such a miserable realm, a strong sentimentality invariably arose in the hearts of the two.

"This is it." The old monk turned to Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng and said, "You two remember, when you meet the face of the canji donor later, you must be cautious when you speak." ”

Shan Zhuokun glanced at Li Zhifeng, and saw that her eyes were red, and she didn't seem to have been withdrawn from her sad emotions, so he nodded to himself and said to the old monk:

"Master rest assured, we know what to do and will never embarrass you."

The old monk didn't speak, just glanced at Shan Zhuokun deeply, then turned to the side and knocked on the door and said:

"Can you be at home?"

Suddenly, under the gaze of the three of them, there was a sudden knock on the door of the house, and a woman with black hair and a white dress walked out. I saw that her eyebrows were lightly swept, her eyes were bright, and she was indeed a beauty that was difficult to find. It's just that his face is a little pale, and he inexplicably shows an indescribable pathology.

The woman came to the three of them, first pushed the door open, and then faced the old monk with her hands folded and said respectfully:

"Amitabha, Master, you are here."

The old monk smiled slightly, and asked with concern: "Lord Chanji, how are you doing recently?" ”

Chan Ji lowered her hands and said with a smile on her lips: "Thank you Master for your concern, I'm fine." A few days ago, thanks to the rice and noodles sent by the temple, and with the wild vegetables in the mountains, you can still have a full stomach. ”

"That's good." The old monk smiled and said, "These are just the duties of a monk, Chan Ji is the donor of the Buddha, and this rice and noodles are just some things outside the body, just a gesture." ”

When Chan Ji heard this, a grateful look appeared on her face, and she clasped her hands together again and said the Buddha name. After putting down her hand, she looked at Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng who were standing behind the old monk suspiciously.

"Master, who are these two ......?"

"Hello Chan Ji donor, we are ......"

Shan Zhuokun was trying to say some perfunctory words, wanting to prevaricate Chan Ji first, wait until he completely gained the trust of the other party, and then reveal his identity.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words came here, Li Zhifeng beside him suddenly spoke.

"Lord Chanji, we are from Chang'an."

"Chang'an?"

When Chan Ji heard these two words, her body couldn't help but shudder, and her face instantly turned pale.

For her, the memories of Chang'an were like a nightmare. The marriage that was broken up by the emperor, the tragic death of his brother who was killed by political enemies, the monstrous fire in the Xuanwumen Rebellion, and the martyrdom of her husband......

All of this clung to her heart like a nightmare, making her miserable but unable to get rid of it.

If she could, she would rather never face the people there again, even if she was poor and alone, at least she could always be immersed in the beautiful emotions like a dream.

No! She doesn't want to face it, not for the rest of her life!

Chan Ji's face suddenly showed an expression of extreme pain, and under the stunned gaze of Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng, she suddenly squatted down, hugged her head tightly with both hands, lowered her head and said repeatedly:

"I don't want to go...... Don't go to Chang'an. ”

When Shan Zhuokun and Li Zhifeng saw this, they were suddenly shocked in their hearts. Fang is still a good person, why did he suddenly become a different person? Could it be that this Chan Ji county lord is not very human, but a patient with a sick brain?

The two looked at each other, and then turned their gazes to the old monk.

The old monk shook his head helplessly at them, walked in front of Chan Ji with heavy steps, reached out and patted her shoulder gently, and said softly like an elder coaxing a child:

"Don't worry, if you don't want to go to Chang'an, no one will let you go."

When the county lord of Chanji heard this, he raised his head a little dazedly and said to the old monk, "I won't go to Chang'an. ”

The old monk smiled and pulled her up from the ground, and said, "It's cold outside, so the poor monk should send you back to the house to rest first." ”

With that, he nodded slightly to the two behind him, and helped the misty-eyed Chanji into the room. Because of the departure of the two, the front of the courtyard gate was quiet for a moment.

"Dengzi, I seem to be in trouble." After a moment of silence, Li Zhifeng suddenly said at a loss.

"Oh?" Although Shan Zhuokun knew what she meant, he still pretended not to know and said, "Trouble? What's the trouble? ”

Li Zhifeng glanced at him, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, and she could vaguely see tears rolling around:

"I think that the county lord of Chanji is doing well, so I thought that instead of going around in circles, it is better to tell the truth and speak clearly. I didn't expect her to be so disgusted with Chang'an and have such a surprising behavior. Alas, it's all my fault. ”

Shan Zhuokun saw that Li Zhifeng's mood was extremely low, and his heart was full of self-blame for himself. So I wanted to comfort her, even if it was good to let her relax a little.

"Alright, alright, don't overthink it." Shan Zhuokun stretched out his hand and touched Li Zhifeng's head and said, "Don't worry, no matter what happens, the sky won't fall." Besides, isn't there still a brother here? Do you think the immortal is called for nothing? ”

Li Zhifeng's heart warmed, and while wiping away her tears with her hands, she said aggrievedly: "Dengzi, only you can comfort me at this time." ”

"Yo, I'm crying." Although Shan Zhuokun felt sorry for Li Zhifeng, he still said unforgivingly, "Sa girl, you are a female man who can't be defeated, but don't jump on golden beans here." I don't know, I thought my brother provoked you, I will never be suspicious. ”

After speaking, he stuck out his tongue at Li Zhifeng again and made a grimace.

Seeing this, Li Zhifeng burst out laughing. While saying 'hate', he wanted to hit Shan Zhuokun with his fist.

Who knows, but he was caught by the other party's quick hand. Unexpectedly, because of his too much strength, Li Zhifeng was pressed against his chest. Don't talk about breathing, even the sound of heartbeat can be heard clearly.

The two of them showed embarrassed expressions at the same time, and their bodies were separated in an instant as if they were loaded with springs.

"I hate it." Shan Zhuokun's eyebrows tightened, and he deliberately reprimanded, "Tell me, what do I hate?" ”

"You ......" Li Zhifeng was originally shy, and when she heard Shan Zhuokun ask herself like this, she couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and quickly retorted, "Anyway, I said you hate, you just hate." Don't talk about fat anymore, as long as you accept it. ”

Shan Zhuokun was silent for a while, and was about to continue teasing Li Zhifeng, but when he heard a sudden knock on the door of the house, the two of them looked sideways at the same time, and saw that the old monk was walking towards them with a sad brow, and his heart suddenly sank.