"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, there is news."

The Commander of the Dark Guard knocked on the door of Yelu Nanfeng's study again, reporting on what he had discovered.

"What's the news?"

Yelu Nanfeng stopped the pen in his hand, no longer fiddling with the pile of twists and turns on the table, he knew that it should be an important matter, otherwise the Commander of the Dark Guard would not report it.

"The crown princess is now living in the national temple in their Western Chu, this is their custom in Western Chu, and everyone who comes back has to go to the national temple to stay."

The commander of the dark guard reported the situation without being salty or light, and he didn't forget to look at his words and look at Yelu Nanfeng's expression and be moved, he knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was actually the hardest person, and he obviously cared but pretended not to care.

"Hehe, how can you inquire about this kind of news? She's just an inconsequential person, so she gave the map of the temple to Prince Ben. ”

Yelu Nanfeng swallowed his saliva and stretched out his hand to the Dark Guard Commander with a straight face.

"Hehe, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is always like this, his subordinates are used to it, this is the map."

The Commander of the Dark Guard took out the map that had been prepared a long time ago from his arms, if he was not fully prepared, he would not have taken the liberty of reporting any news, he has always been the right-hand man of Yelu Nanfeng, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"You go out first."

Yelu Nanfeng took the map, and before he could open it, he let the Dark Guard Commander leave, he secretly opened the map, a rare smile on his face, and held the map in his arms like a treasure.

At night, he rode his horse to Xichu alone, and the Commander of the Dark Guard knew that he would do this, so he had already taken care of everything.

The Dark Guard Commander has already arranged everything, even his identity in Western Chu.

Yelu Nanfeng wore a mock leather mask on his face and bent over like an old uncle, the mask was crumpled but fortunately, and the identity arranged for him by the commander of the dark guard was to send rice to the monks in the temple.

He carried a very heavy load of rice on his shoulders, and after walking for a long time to the kitchen, he would always stand in place and look left and right, looking forward to meeting the middle of summer, but it seemed that he could not meet it, but he always met a young man who looked like an abbot.

"Uncle, what are you looking at here?"

When he inspected the temple hygiene, he noticed that the old man who sent the rice was always a little sneaky here, so he asked the old man.

"The old man wants to see more of this place of Buddhism, and wants to beg for the health and health of his children and grandchildren."

Yelu Nan's face did not change, his hand was against his mouth, and he suppressed his voice, bending over as much as he could, like an old man in his sixties.

"Then let's see."

Relieved to dispel his doubts, maybe this old man really just looked at it, and wanted to say something but was pulled away by another little monk.

Yelu Nanfeng stood there and patted his chest, sighing that it was dangerous, he saw that the monk was handsome and chic, although not half as handsome as him, but he always felt a little familiar, and after guessing, he finally understood that the monk looked like the person who died under his sword.

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Yelu Nanfeng thought, if he showed his true face, maybe he would die at the hands of that monk, right? He noticed the wound on the monk's wrist, and also noticed that the soil of the so-called sacred tree had the smell of blood and the color of blood.

A man who dares to water a tree with his own blood is a ruthless man.

He held his chin and guessed that some kind of ritual might be performed, and this ritual was probably for him, a murderer, but he was not afraid of any demons and monsters.

What broke his mind was the crisp sound of footsteps accompanied by silver bells, and he raised his head in a trance, the owner of the footsteps was Midsummer.

He subconsciously walked away, but he refused to go too far, so he stood in the distance and watched Midsummer, just looking at it was enough.

Midsummer held some Buddhist scriptures in her arms, which she had borrowed, because it was too boring to stay in this temple with few desires.

Midsummer walked past the old man who sent the rice and passed by, she didn't know why the old man looked at her stupidly, and couldn't help but turn around and ask the old man who sent rice.

"Uncle, why are you looking at me? Do I have dirt on my face? ”

Midsummer frowned, asked suspiciously, and subconsciously wiped his face with his hands.

"Ahem, you look like my wife...... It's just that he died a few years ago. ”

Yelu Nanfeng coughed a few times and said, he looked at the eyes of Midsummer, maybe only now can he not be loved, right? Using someone else's identity to make up a beautiful lie.

His eyes seemed to look at the shadow of the person he loved deeply from Midsummer's body, but Midsummer didn't know who that person was, and he didn't know that the love in his eyes was really for her.

"I see...... Grandpa, you wait for me. ”

Midsummer couldn't help but feel a little more sympathy for the old man, and thought of something to leave the old man waiting for her in the same place.

Yelu Nanfeng stood there, but he didn't expect to talk now, as if Midsummer could be so gentle to anyone except him, Yelu Nanfeng.

Wouldn't it be nice to be so gentle with him one day?

"Grandpa, you have a wound on your hand, I'll bandage you."

Sheng Xia had already noticed the injury on the hand of Yelu Nanfeng, and the prince, who was already thin and tender, would definitely have bruises when he suddenly went to carry the rice, and Sheng Xia wanted to help the old man apply medicine, but the old man dressed as Yelu Nanfeng took a few steps back.

The two of them were so close now that he blushed a little unconsciously, and he subconsciously turned his hands behind his back, because his hands were not those of an old man in his sixties at first glance, and Midsummer was not a fool, maybe he could see it like this.

"Grandpa, are you not feeling well? Why is your face so red? ”

Seeing that the old man was far away from her, Midsummer couldn't help but take a few steps forward to see how the old man was, her natural appearance was really rare in front of Yelu Nanfeng.

"It's okay, I'll go first."

Yelu Nanfeng's whole person was in chaos, he ran away in a panic, his heart was throbbing, if he was now Yelu Nanfeng's identity, he would definitely not show such emotions, because he was not now, so he could still show some normal emotions.

The next time he came here, Yelu Nanfeng carried a hairpin in his arms, which he had bought a long time ago, but he had never been able to find a chance.

After he finished delivering the rice, he squatted on the steps at the door of the wing room where Midsummer lived, and his heart was particularly apprehensive and a little restless, he remembered very well so he remembered the room where Midsummer lived last time.

From morning to dark, the closed door still did not open, and Yelu Nanfeng was disappointed in his heart, maybe there was no chance to see him again.

But at this time, the door opened, and Midsummer came out with his coat on, and Yelu Nanfeng heard the sound of the door and immediately ran away, hiding behind a rockery to peek.

Seeing the direction of the thousand-year-old sacred tree in midsummer, Yelu Nanfeng walked out from behind the rockery and came to the sacred tree one step ahead of the tree with lightning speed.

"Grandpa, why are you here? Are you here to make a wish? ”

Midsummer saw the old man who had a relationship kneeling in front of the sacred tree, thinking that it was really fate, and she didn't know why she seemed to be a little familiar with this old man, but she couldn't remember who he was.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Yelu Nanfeng continued to cough several times before he had time to answer, he was too little dressed and could have been a weak person, and coughing was natural.

Midsummer took off her white cloak with hair to protect the cold and draped it on the old man's body, she thought that the old man might not know that she was a princess, but now she was quite comfortable, she knew that the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young was naturally unbearable to let the old man suffer and blow the cold wind.

Yelu Nanfeng was obviously flattered, and he sniffed there the smell from Midsummer and the temperature of Midsummer, which was the faint smell of sunflower flowers, and they were so close at this moment.

"Little girl, I am here to wish that my lady and I can meet in the next life, I hope that I can be with her in the next life, I hope I don't make her sad and hurt again."

After Yelu Nanfeng reacted, he said, as if he was saying it to himself and to Midsummer, but unfortunately Midsummer didn't know the specific meaning of those words.

Maybe only in another identity, at another point in time, in another place, can we get along so comfortably? Only then can he speak his true words through the mouths of others.

"We're going to meet for sure, right? The sacred tree is very powerful, otherwise how could it be enshrined for so long, grandpa, you like your lady so much, you will definitely be able to meet her. ”

Although Midsummer didn't believe that the Divine Tree could really grant her wish, she decided to weave a beautiful lie, and she pretended to believe it.

"This is the hairpin I want to give my lady, I actually wanted to give it to her for a long time, but our relationship is very poor, and I didn't give it away until she left me, and now this is for you."

Yelu Nanfeng was a little shy and afraid of being rejected, but he still took out the hairpin and still spoke from the bottom of his heart through the mouths of others.

The hairpin is woven into a phoenix tail with gold wire, and there are many blue jade inlaid on it, and the transparent blue jade will exude a faint luster, and the style is simple but not unconventional.

He carefully inserted the hosta on Midsummer's head, which he had bought a long time ago, because the blue jade had a refined temperament that matched the elegance of Midsummer, but he knew that if he gave it away, he wouldn't be able to give it away.

"This hairpin is so beautiful...... Thank you grandpa......"

Midsummer put on the hairpin very much because she already liked blue, just went to the well, the reflection of the water reflected on her face, she smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Yelu Nanfeng couldn't help but laugh when he looked at that smile, that smile was a flower in the moon mirror in the water, and the well also happened to shine on the full stars and moon behind Midsummer.

When Midsummer looked up, she found that the old man had long since disappeared, so she pulled out the hairpin and looked at it again.

"I hope that old man can get what he wants."

Midsummer said and put the blue hosta on his head again, Midsummer felt that the old man was pitiful, so he couldn't help but soften.

Yelu Nanfeng actually made a wish to the sacred tree, he said, "If we meet one day, I hope we will not be so unbearable in another way......"