The terrain of the back mountain of Fanjing Mountain is quite steep, and the mountain forest is relatively dense. Exit through the back door of the temple, turn north, and pass through a large bamboo forest, you can see a tea field, and you can see the hut hidden in the depths of the dense forest when you climb up the steep tea field.

"Son, please take care of yourself, the poor monk will return here."

He bowed slightly, lowered his eyes, turned and went down the mountain, never looking at the hut again. Obviously, it is where he dreams every day, but he can keep his oath of self-denial without changing his face when he is close to him, and Ke admires his perseverance.

The road in front of the hut is very neat and flat, and the two sides of the road are full of gardenias, and when they bloom in spring, the air is sweet and fragrant, and this isolated and secluded place also seems to have the feeling of paradise. If it weren't for the deep affection and understanding of the master's mind, who could be so subtle and thoughtful.

When you get closer to the room, you can smell the mellow aroma of tea. Ke stretched out his hand and pushed open the small door of the fence in front of him, and with a "squeak", the door of the hut also opened.

A woman in a green dress and gauze skirt stood behind the door, with clear eyebrows and long hair like ink, and was about to speak with a smile, but suddenly covered her mouth and coughed rapidly, and her face was as pale as paper for a while.

The corners of Ke's originally slightly raised mouth also sank, and he quickly stepped up to take the woman into his arms, caressing her back to help her calm down.

"The autumn breeze is rising, so don't come out often." Ke carefully helped her sit back on the soft couch in the room, took down the tea stove that had been brewed, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her. Seeing a thin jacket on the couch, he took it and put it on her, and took her hand, but it was still cold.

"Why are your hands so cold, do you still cough badly tonight? The medicine prescribed by Doctor Song is effective, and he happens to come back in the past few days, if he doesn't eat well, I will ask him to re-prescribe a prescription. ”

The woman coughed so much that her eyes were full of moisture, and she sat slowly, but the corners of her mouth still had a slight smile, and she shook her head and said, "This disease is incurable, so you don't have to worry about it." You've only been here once in a long time, don't always worry so much about me. I'm actually very good, but I was in a hurry to talk just now, and I was just caught the wind. ”

Ke knew that this was not the case, but he didn't want her to worry too much, so he followed her and said: "It's cold in the mountains, everyone is an adult, you have to take more care of yourself." ”

The woman smiled heartily, took Ke's hand and asked him to sit down, and shared a cup of tea with him, "There is no one in this world who loves Feng'er more than you, Feng'er replaces wine with tea, and toasts you with a cup." ”

Obviously pale and tired, but he said such "bold words", Qingfeng's temperament has not changed for many years.

In order to keep him, the young master, Qingfeng was forced to be escorted by Wan Kui alone, and fled in two ways with his soldiers, in fact, Qingfeng was the bait to cover him at that time, and it was that time that she was hit by a poisoned arrow and almost died, and then due to various incidents, Qingfeng's body was hit hard again, and she hovered on the edge of life and death several times, and now she barely survived by the ancient prescription of the chief doctor of the Song family, but she couldn't stand the toss anymore.

Every time I think of this, my remorse is hard to suppress. The only time in this life that he had to give up, but let the innocent Qingfeng suffer day after day, year after year on his behalf, and he could only watch powerlessly. Even so, Qingfeng has never had any complaints, and always brings these past clouds lightly, and a few words can give him great comfort. Therefore, no matter what the situation is in the future, he must not let Qingfeng risk him again. At the very least, she can't lose the quiet days she has now.

But if you want to protect Qingfeng, someone must replace her, and the prince she has to deal with now is a person who likes to cut grass and eradicate roots. The princess Qingfeng will not be spared. But if there was a man of her age and temperament, he might be able to get her away with it. After all, after more than ten years, it is possible to change the appearance, but the handkerchief flower can't be changed.

That's the meaning of her appearance. Ke's eyebrow bone suddenly jumped twice.

He suddenly couldn't stop thinking of her, of her peach tree, of her bright and charming appearance. I remembered that she always smiled crookedly, with sparkling eyes. It seems that she never sees any worries, and she always lives easily and freely. Oh, by the way, and that night at Mt. Heming, that dance......

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Qingfeng's hand shook in front of his eyes, pulling Ke's thoughts back.

"It's been a long time, but the tea you cooked is getting better and better." Ke took the tea cup and tasted it, and even the fragrance of tea seemed to be more and more similar.

"Really?" Qingfeng blinked happily and laughed like a child. "I don't have anything here, that's all I have. Isn't it boring? ”

"With you by my side, when have you ever been boring? Throughout the day, he chirped like a little sparrow. ”

"Brother, is this disgusting to me?" Qingfeng deliberately slanted a glance, the corners of his mouth pursed but still smiled.

Ke remembers that Qingfeng was like this when he was a child, he loved to stick to himself, and he loved to tell himself everything he heard and saw. There are many children in the huge palace, but only Qingfeng is really intimate with herself, as well-behaved and obedient as a kitten. But because of that person, Qingfeng disobeyed herself, and even contradicted herself. But in the end, that person still left Qingfeng, and the world went around in circles, and he couldn't breathe this for Qingfeng at that time, it doesn't mean that he can't do it now. Thinking of this, Ke suddenly felt a little relieved, the teacup in his hand had been drunk, revealing the pattern of fish playing lotus at the bottom.