Perhaps, it makes people desperate to love, unable to extricate themselves, laughing and crying, only to find out that there is a knife in the chest, and only pain remains.

But he was willing to do it.

Yang Qingyin has been gone for a while, there is no sound under the corridor, the wind and rain have come, the shadows of the trees in the courtyard are swaying, and the shadows of the lights hanging on the treetops are swaying back and forth.

She stared at the flickering lamp for a long time, her eyes were very sour, and when the white mist appeared under her eyes, she realized that it was tears.

In the night when no one was around, in the midst of the lights and shadows, she covered her face with wide sleeves and swallowed back the tears that came out of her eyes one by one, silently.

It had been a long time before she got up, reached out and took the lotus lantern from the porch, and walked towards the courtyard.

Autumn comes silently, the leaves fall for a few decades, wet stacked, feet lightly stepped on, soft and fine, wet and light.

There was a distance out of the gate of the General's Mansion, and someone behind her was calling her urgently: "Girl." ”

She stopped and looked sideways at the long street behind her, Feng Qingmian hurriedly chased after her with an oil-paper umbrella, opened it and covered her head.

"Bring an umbrella." He looked at her and didn't ask anything, just advised: "It's not easy to walk at night, come back early, Dad is waiting for you." ”

He should have known where she was going, and the girl didn't say anything, but he could see that after the news of the regent's marriage, the girl was not very good.

Yun Geci caught a glimpse of the silver hair on his sideburns, and he was a little sad, this life-and-death battle, everyone in the game was not much better.

"Dad, go back, I'll go back." She took the oil-paper umbrella and urged Feng Qingmian to hurry back to the house before the heavy rain came, so as not to get his clothes wet.

Feng Qingmian nodded, didn't say much, patted her arm, turned around and went back the same way.

When the wind and rain were a little heavier at night, Yun Geci had already avoided the people of the Regent's Mansion and crossed the wall into the Untitled Garden.

It's still here in the end.

Buddhists all say cause and effect, in this life, he is the cause of her love, and if the fate is thin, there should be a result.

The Untitled Garden is as quiet as ever, unlike other places in the palace, which are full of lights and joy, and in the Untitled Garden, you can't see the slightest bit of red.

Only the wind lanterns are dotted into stars, dotted under the dark sky, blurring the outline of the courtyard, indescribably depressing.

She walked around the Untitled Garden with a wind lantern, crossed the pontoon bridge on the river, and entered the wide corridor, but she didn't find Fo Leng's figure.

simply pushed the door into the warm pavilion.

This is the first time in six years that she has opened this door again, she has been here before, perhaps because of her cowardice, she doesn't even dare to enter this door.

As the wind lamp dimmed, she looked around carefully, still as she remembered, with the soft cushion of hibiscus brocade on the soft collapse by the window, and the unfinished chess game on the low table.

Most of the oil lamps on the table were still left, and the scriptures resting on the table were turned over and buckled on the table, and only half of them were read.

The soft white yarn was still in the same style as before, hanging gently on the sides, and the wind rolled in from outside the door, gently swaying with the wind, dragging out a long shadow.

On the finely carved ivory bed, soft quilts are neatly pasted, and there is a faint sandalwood in the copper furnace next to the bed.

The door of the Xuan Lake is open, the wind lamp hanging under the eaves of the verandah is flowing with a vein of soft light in the night, the mat where he meditates is still there, and the charcoal fire on the low table has not yet been completely extinguished.

Halfway through the boiling wine, the aroma of the wine spreads faintly, and the night breeze is sandwiched, and it is so mellow that it is almost cold.

Come to think of it, this wine must be sweet and cold when it enters the throat.

She hung the wind lamp under the porch, sat down cross-legged, lifted the flask and poured wine into the glass, and the clear bottle, as well as the wine he hadn't finished, was already cold.

Somehow, she suddenly had a sense of desolation that was almost ridiculous, people go to drink and cool, why not people go to tea and cool a reason.

He was gone, and she came.

A glass of wine entered her throat, and she was clear, but it was so strong that she was also scratching her lungs, she was caught off guard and was choked and coughed again and again.

The white veil dragged the long phantom and swayed silently, and someone stood quietly, looking at the person with his back to him, with only two words: "Put it down." ”

Yun Geci's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, his heart was flooded with countless ripples in an instant, he didn't dare to look back, and joked with a disguised smile: "The Buddha's precepts are clear, and the Red Lotus Monk has boundless Dharma, how can he drink?" ”

He has been sitting in front of the Buddha for all these years, and he has already revered the Buddha, turned the scriptures a hundred times, and turned himself into a believer under the Buddha's seat.

Xiao Yihan has always been smart and transparent, everything he learns is easy, and the time he has been in Buddhism is not short or long, but he can cultivate it, but he is quite profound.

Previously, when she saw him again, she looked at it, opened her mouth and came to the Buddha's avenue, what put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the ground, turned back to the shore, and was delusional.

She was sure that at that time, she couldn't convince herself, but she still bullsucked those truths, which was a bit funny.

The woman's tone was too casual to hear the slightest anger or irritation, and it didn't look like she was here to question, or like she was crying, it was nothing.

She was so calm and indifferent that she choked with Buddha Leng for a while.

This feeling is like going back to the first time I saw him in Rushi Temple, when she was ruthless and careless, and when she pressed him step by step, she was a lot of carelessness, but it was extremely heart-piercing.

She returned to her original state, and made Fo Leng give birth to a kind of thing, as if the road they had traveled and the love they had between them would be illusory.

It was his dream, and now, it's the time to wake up.

The monk quit being impatient, but he couldn't restrain himself, he suddenly became impetuous, and sneered coldly: "You have broken my lustful vows, do you still care about wine?" ”

The mention of this made his heart tickle and tickle his lungs.

It is said that men are cold, three wives and four concubines, and they don't recognize people when they lift their pants, and Yun Ge's words are not much worse than those of unsympathetic men.

It was she who forced him to take off his monk's robe, and she was also the one who forced him to put on his monk's robe.

Putting on clothes, you can play ruthlessness to the fullest, if you want to leave, he can't stop it, if you want to come, she will be free.

Sometimes, aside from those arrogances, he is really angry, for so many years, between them, the one who controls the initiative will always be her.

He laughed at himself, and that's it.

Yun Ge swore that she must have gritted her teeth when she heard Fo Leng say that, and held it coldly.

I couldn't help but bend my eyes.

This person was wanton when she was a teenager, but she knows better than anyone what kind of sadness is hidden behind Xiao Yihan's dazzling flamboyance.

He has always been perfect, and the imperfections have been bitten by him and hidden deep in his heart.

Years of forbearance and restraint, strong and miserable.

Sad and distressed, she suddenly had bad thoughts in her heart, wanting to see how long he could hold on, I really wanted to see him jump like thunder, grabbing her collar and scolding her: "You ruthless and unrighteous woman!" ”

The night breeze blew coolly, she turned sideways, supported her chin, hooked an evil smile, and teased: "Since the color rings are broken, why don't you break it again?" ”

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