On the second day, when she moved into the courtyard, she looked up and saw two words dancing above the flower arch - untitled.

Yingfeng, who was waiting beside her, was extremely happy and said to her: "Girl, you see, this is the name of the Lord Regent himself for our courtyard, and he is really good to you." ”

She looked at those two words, her face was expressionless, but her heart was uneasy.

Xiao Yihan is the pride of the sky in the clouds, it is to tease and give fame, and it is also a great grace, but she just thinks that this person is too evil and unpleasant.

He is a person, true and false, and he can't see through it.

After the high wall, the whole courtyard is covered by a blue lake, and the curved bridge corridor wraps around the blue water, at that time, the lake is full of red carp, and the lake is green and blue.

Or because the Untitled Garden and the main body of the palace are separated by a small lake, when the palace was burned, the fire was fierce, and it could not cross the lake, so it could not burn the Untitled Garden.

Untitled Garden has become the only surviving mansion in the palace, which has been abandoned for many years and has long been in decline.

The renovation of the palace this time is the supervision bureau in the palace, these people have their own eyesight, knowing that Xiao Yihan is unwilling to move to another place to live temporarily, so they renovated the Untitled Garden as quickly as possible for him to move in.

Although the palace was working all day, the noise came more or less during the day, and Xiao Yihan lived in the Untitled Garden, without any complaints.

The last time she went to the palace, she had never been here, and today she stood in front of the flower arch, inexplicably giving birth to infinite abruptness.

Looking up at the stone plaque, the word "untitled" has lost its brightness and mottled dust after years of vicissitudes of wind and rain.

But the wild grass can vaguely see the vigor and wantonness, like the appearance of a young man flying back then.

She thought that when Xiao Yihan stood in front of the table with a pen and wrote these two words on rice paper, his thin lips must have been smiling, and the tails of his eyes were raised, with an indescribable vivid atmosphere.

At that time, Xiao Yihan was vividly flying, suffering in the world, and he didn't touch it at all.

Today, he is really two completely different appearances from before.

I can't say which one is good, she just feels sad every time she thinks about it.

Stepping over the flower arch, the small lake in the rain twists and turns the long bridge, the dense raindrops hit the lake, splashing countless flowers, according to the rare scene of the day.

Xiao Yihan rarely comes to the Untitled Garden, more often than not, she comes to him on time, and only in the Untitled Garden does she have a little freedom.

When she was young in the palace, she was lonely, lying on the cushion under the eaves and listening to the rain, which was one of the rare pleasures.

It was only at this time that she had a little joy.

Now the eaves of the ancient wooden corridor near the lake are still there, and the water curtain is rolling down the eaves like a pearl and jade, and the man is wearing the bright red wide-sleeved monk's robe, facing the heavy rain of the lake and meditating.

With a handsome face and clear facial features, he was as silent as a jade carving.

The sky and the earth are white, and the cool breeze blows from the lake, stirring his clothes, and between the ups and downs, the monk is like a lotus wind bone.

Beside him, Xiao Shatuo was still dressed in light-colored monk's robes, straw sandals, and black sandalwood beads around his neck, meditating with him.

Xu had been meditating for a long time, and the little sand mound was dazed and sleepy, his hands folded softly in front of him, his little head hung down, and he was dozing.

She stood on the bridge, and did not dare to move again, for fear of destroying this extremely gentle and beautiful picture, in which she was out of place.

The wind was urgent, and a cool breeze hit the porch, and Xiao Shatuo felt the coolness, and his bare head poked violently, and he woke up a little.

She opened her eyes in a daze, rubbed them with her little hands, and inadvertently, she saw her standing on a small bridge in the rain.

Xiao Shatuo was completely sleepy, tilted his head and looked at her puzzledly, and asked softly, "Female benefactor, what are you doing standing in the rain?" ”

He had just woken up, and there was still some hoarseness in his soft voice, blinking at her with a pair of round black and white eyes, not to mention how soft and cute she was.

Yun Ge was unconscious, and a shallow smile appeared on his face.

She raised her hand and made a boo gesture on her lips, signaling him not to make a noise about Fo Leng.

Xiao Shatuo glanced at her strangely, then turned to look at his master, raised his head and whispered, "Master, the female benefactor who often comes to you is here again." ”

He didn't know who she was, only that she had come to the master many times, so he described her like this.

Yun Ge was speechless, she originally wanted him not to alarm Fo Leng, but she didn't expect him to be so uncivilized, so she woke people up directly.

However, she didn't think that after standing here for so long, Fo Leng would know nothing?

He just didn't want to pay attention to her.

This time it's a good thing, the little sand lump who doesn't know his master's heart directly disrupts the silent and harmonious quiet, but makes Fo Leng have to take care of her.

The red lotus monk slowly opened his slender eyes, the light and faint blue under his eyes was particularly lonely and charming, and he was matched with this monk's robe, this cold handsome face, no matter how he looked at it, he was abstinent and cold.

Even Xiao thought about it, and felt that he was blaspheming him.

He didn't move, his eyes looking through the rain to her.

In the long white rain, she stood on the slender and winding bridge with a paper oil umbrella, with the splashing lake at her feet, and the oil paper umbrella on top splashed ink into a lotus, black and white, but a little bit of elegance.

The girl has a slender body, a plain face, and in her beautiful eyebrows, it is clear that she has the temperament and charm of the cloud song of the year.

Even if she changes her body, her charm will always be the most unique, and no one resembles her.

People don't move, the heart moves first.

Subconsciously, his fingers shook slightly.

Yun Geci saw this subtle reaction in his eyes, and looked at him with a smile in his eyes and gently clasped the hand in front of him.

He held a small Buddha bead softly in his hand, black and dark color, each Buddha bead was carved with a gilded mantra, he moved, the Buddha bead turned up, and there was Buddha light in an instant.

Xu saw that her light smile contained some of the narrowness, and Fo Leng looked away slightly.

He went to his own and whispered to Xiao Shatuo: "Ananda, make tea for the female benefactor." ”

"Yes, master." The little sand lump answered crisply, got up from the ground, and went to the house to make tea.

Looking at the small back of Xiao Shatuo, Yun Geci felt very playful, just now Buddha Leng said, tea?

Why Tea Ceremony? Instead of making tea?

The words are different, the meaning is far different, no matter how she thinks about it, she thinks that there are so many intriguing things in it that she can't figure it out.

Xu has been in Buddhism for a long time, and Buddhism has eroded the etiquette of the bones, which is too solemn, but he can say such ordinary words.

She didn't ask.