Seeing his panicked face, I just wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he hurriedly said, "The sun is about to set, and Kong'er is going back to the other garden." Before the words fell, he had already run to the front yard, and as he ran, he turned back to me and explained loudly: "Master is not allowed to step out of the garden after sunset, and Kong'er will come to see Xuan'er tomorrow morning!" ”

When I was still stunned, there was no trace of him in the courtyard. I can't help but laugh in my heart, what kind of rule is this?!

The other garden in Kong'er's mouth is the residence where he and his master have separated, and the reason why it is called the other garden is because the residence is not in the temple, but is built higher on the hillside. And I live in the backyard of this Taoist temple, and the front yard is the Taoist temple.

This backyard is not large, except for the house where I live now, except for a utility room and a kitchen. Although this courtyard is small, it is also rare to be quiet and elegant, there is a long corridor around the courtyard, and there is a stone table and stone bench under the corridor, so I and Kong'er are sitting on the stone bench under this corridor to eat grapes.

The courtyard is full of begonia trees, but the branches and leaves are very thin, and it seems that they have just been planted in the past two years. Begonia is my favorite flower in my previous life, not because of its enchanting flower posture, nor because of its gorgeous flower color, but because it has both the delicate demeanor of a hundred flowers, and the iron bone that resists the low temperature of more than ten degrees below zero. Begonias only bloom for themselves, never please, never leave fragrance, which is also what the world often says "Begonias have no fragrance". Zhang Ailing has three hatreds in her life, the first hatred is that begonias have no fragrance, and I love begonias, and what I love is its fragranceless.

I squinted my eyes and imagined that the courtyard would be covered in a sea of pink flowers in the spring, and I couldn't help but feel like a flutter. picked up the wolf hair on the stone table, picked up the pen and wrote Wen Tingyun's "Title Ciling Begonia Flower" on the paper:

Who appreciates the secluded state, the years are empty and the period is in the future.

The island is back to the end of the incense, when the spring shines brightly.

Shu color swayed lightly, and Wu makeup was low resentment.

Who hates Wang Sun and is melancholy and late.

It wasn't until the whole poem was finished that I woke up from my intoxication: where would I write calligraphy?

Although in his previous life, because of the study of traditional Chinese medicine, he was also quite fond of traditional Chinese culture, and he was involved in poetry and folk history. But I just yearn for the ancients' kind of "fresh clothes and angry horses when they were young, and they saw all the Chang'an flowers in one day." But he did not seriously study the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

So he hurriedly looked down at the desktop, and couldn't help but be stunned: I saw a few lines of small characters written on the paper from right to left and from top to bottom. The font seems to be a seal and not a seal, and it seems to be subordinate and non-subordinate, which is much more complicated even compared to traditional Chinese characters.

This...... Did I write it? I was a little dazed, and looked blankly at my right hand, which was still holding on to the brush, yes, I wrote it. But I can't even read all the traditional characters, so how can I write such complicated words?

A thought suddenly flashed, could it be because of this body? Although I am not the original owner, I occupy her body, so I have her memory fragments and can write her words? Suddenly I felt amazing, if that was the case, maybe I would be able to play the piano.

I looked down at the handwriting on the paper again, and couldn't help but sigh: it's really pleasing to the eye. So I became more and more sure that the original owner must be a lady who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Speculating on the identity of the original owner, I suddenly realized that the scumbag must have taken a fancy to the original owner's illustrious family background, rather than really pleasing the original owner. But...... From what the scumbag said when I was unconscious, I could feel that he seemed to regret it after doing all that.

I sneered, could it be that the scumbag really did a fake show, really fell in love with the original owner, and only realized his mind after hurting the original owner, so I heard the pleading confession when I was unconscious? What is the use of pleading or repenting? As everyone knows, his cold ruthlessness has already killed the original owner. Even if you survive...... It's just that I don't know what kind of character this original owner is, anyway, if I have experienced the original owner, it will be impossible to accept that person.

couldn't help but sigh lightly, I still have to think about how to deal with this scumbag face to face in the future. Although I will not do much to seek justice for the original owner, I must at least make sure that I will not suffer from him. People like him, who do not hesitate to play with other people's feelings in order to achieve their goals, the farther away the better.

Thinking that he had only been in this other world for two days, and that he had only met the two masters and apprentices of Xiuli, he had analyzed so many inside stories by himself, and he was very proud. Maybe I'll be able to make a splash in this other world!

A cold wind blew, I couldn't help shivering, and casually picked up the piece of paper inscribed with Wen Tingyun's poem and went back to the room. Sitting down in the room, I felt that this ancient night was really boring, so I picked up the pen again and wrote down the prescription.

Since I have decided to go to the back mountain to see the true face of the moon returning snake, I have to prepare for my life. After all, according to Kong'er, the back mountain is full of strange snakes, insects, rats and ants, and if you are accidentally poisoned, the gains outweigh the losses. While thinking about it, he wrote down a few antidote prescriptions, planning to go to the mountains to collect them in the near future and make them into antidote pills, just in case.

After writing the prescription and researching the method of medicine, I only felt a wave of tiredness hit me. After checking the leak, I found that it was past midnight, so I washed hastily and put out the lights and candles, and climbed onto the bed.

I put down the curtain in front of the bed, and just lay down flat, I heard the sound of the door opening lightly. My heart tightened, who is it? I didn't even knock on the door, and I came in like this!? At the same time, he secretly scolded himself in his heart for being negligent and forgetting the door bolt!

was still thinking about countermeasures, but he saw a long figure reflected in the curtain under the moonlight. And he lifted up his finger and stretched out his finger to the place where the two curtains were closed. I was terrified, but I had no choice but to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep to see what this man wanted.

I heard the sound of cloth rustling on the side of my head, and I thought that the man had hung up the curtain on the side of his head. The edge of the bed suddenly sank, and the man sat on the edge of the bed.

After a long silence, my cold sweat had soaked the clothes behind my back, but I still couldn't feel any movement from the person, and the fear in my heart gradually turned into curiosity. Who is this man? He didn't make any moves for a long time, and there should be no malice.

I couldn't contain my curiosity, so I secretly lifted my right eyelid. As soon as the eyes opened a slit, a pair of clear eyes with a slight smile were met. I was startled, and immediately widened my eyes and sat up. "Sole!?"

Before I could say the next word, his long, slightly cool fingers were already on my lips. Before I could taste what this strange feeling was, I saw him lean over me, my heart pounded twice, and my body reflexively shrank back, but he approached me, put his lips to my ear, and said in a voice that was almost inaudible...... It's late at night, don't disturb this mountain forest. ”

I don't know if it's because his voice is too low, but he doesn't have the childishness of daytime at the moment, but is endlessly gentle.

He turned his head to look at me, their faces close at hand, their breaths mingling. I tried to retreat backwards, but my body didn't listen, I didn't move, and my mind echoed the words of his hand.

He said, don't disturb this mountain forest......

A corner of my heart suddenly softened. It turned out that in his eyes, every grass, tree, flower and leaf has a spirit. I looked at him with a bit of a puzzle: if he had not been changed, or what kind of soul would have been hidden under that handsome exterior before he had been changed? He was afraid of disturbing the sleeping mountains and forests, so he must be a man full of tenderness and gentleness, right?

I just stared at him infatuatedly, my eyes narrowing and not moving an inch. And he didn't move, his index finger still on my lips, looking at me as well. His eyes were full of affection, and I didn't think about why he had such tender eyes when he was a child, and I didn't care what kind of thoughts I had about him, I just looked at him fixedly, and I just wanted to look at him like this.

I was slightly embarrassed by his staring, and turned my head to the side slightly, but he lightly clasped my chin, and his voice was still almost inaudible: "Good, let me ...... Take a good look at you. ”

I was choking. Is this still the innocent empty space of the day? But the way he looks affectionately now, I really like it.

Like!? I was shocked, do I like him? Silently recalling his feelings after hearing his words, I realized that my heart was indeed touched for him, but his mind was only a child of a few years, and I regarded him as a younger brother, didn't I? But even if I didn't think of him as a brother, I shouldn't have liked him so quickly, after all, I only spent one day with him, and besides, I was a cold person who was extremely difficult to move.

No, not like. I was just fascinated by his handsome and heroic appearance. Thinking about this, I was somehow relieved.

"Empty ......" I called him, wanting to end the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

A helpless smile appeared on his face, and he still lowered his voice and said, "Niankong." ”

"What?"

"Call me to be empty." The tenderness in his eyes deepened.

It turned out that his name was Niankong.

Nian Kong......

I read it. It's a nice name, but it gives people a sense of loss.

"Nian Kong." I called obediently, and I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth.

He suddenly hugged me into his arms, I was shocked, and I just wanted to push him, only to hear him whisper in my ear: "I wish Feiyan thought of the clear sky." ”

I was stunned, something flashed through my mind like lightning, but I couldn't grasp the slightest bit. As I struggled to remember, he gently put his arm around my shoulders and told me to lie on my side, and he lay down facing me. Helping me cut my sideburns behind my ears, he whispered, "Sleep." ”

Should he sleep here too?

As if he saw my thoughts, he smiled helplessly and said, "I'll leave when you fall asleep." Seeing his insistence, I knew that I persuaded him not to move, so I had to close my eyes lightly, and felt his warm palm caress my back.

I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep with him, but it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.