After the words fell, there was a long silence.

Hall Master Mu waited by like the most respectful and humble subordinate, and like an extremely patient old mother, waiting for the Pavilion Master to give orders at any time.

But he waited and waited.

The pavilion master seemed to be out of the world, only looking at the lake quietly, and there were no emotional fluctuations on his noble face, but his bottomless eyes seemed to have a little ...... Silence?

Hall Master Mu was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to peek into the Pavilion Master's mind again.

The pavilion master is indeed a cold person.

This is a fact recognized by the whole of the Nine Pavilions, not pretended to be cold, but born with a cold heart and cold feelings-it doesn't seem right to say this, maybe it's not innate, but a long period of loneliness wears out emotions.

Just like the ice and snow that does not melt all year round in the Tianshan Mountains, from the viscera to the meridians and blood, it is so cold that there is no temperature.

For so many years, only Qin Sheng could get close to his side.

But now......

The hall master Mu slandered in his heart, and now the pavilion master has personally destroyed the once radiant young man.

There are only two years left to live.

Hearing this, Hall Master Mu was not shocked in his heart.

He didn't expect Qin Shang's body to be so serious at all...... And from the meaning of Fang Cai Jin Yu's words, Qin Shang did not have any incurable disease, the root cause was the accumulated injuries from being severely punished by the pavilion master again and again.

The masters of the Nine Pavilions will have a fixed number of opportunities to go up the mountain every year, and occasionally climb to the top of the Nine Pavilions when there is something important, but most of the year is spent managing the affairs under their respective responsibilities.

For the relationship between the pavilion master and Qin Shang, they only knew that they were far closer than ordinary people, and they could also see that Qin Shang admired the pavilion master almost like worshipping a god.

But really...... Thinking of the dazzling young man in the past, it seems that every time I see him in the following years, I will feel the passing of the light on his body, and the luster at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes that people will unconsciously be infected by it has also disappeared little by little, until he becomes silent and gentle, and only respectfulness remains.

Everyone in the world is as elegant as a jade prince.

But Qin Shang's fluttering jade is not the elegance cultivated by a century-old aristocratic family, but a mask that has endured self-pain again and again?

I hadn't thought much about it before, but after thinking about it deeply, Hall Master Mu realized that the young man might have already been like ashes.

The moth that fights the fire...... How desperate should it be to compare yourself to a small and fragile moth?

The corners of the white robe crossed the line of sight, and the master of the Mu hall suddenly raised his eyes, only to see the cold white-clothed figure like the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountain leaving, like a white electric light, and disappeared from the eyes in an instant.

…… Where is this going?

This question flashed in his mind, and Hall Master Mu chased him out without thinking.

But he was saddened to find that he had lost the trace of the pavilion master.

……

In the middle of the moon, Chu Chen, who was waiting outside the door, couldn't help but start pacing anxiously.

It's taken too long.

Zixi said that it could be an hour or two hours, but now half of the night has passed, and she hasn't come out yet.

Although there is no danger in saving people, it will definitely drain the spirit.

What if Zixi is physically exhausted?

Frowning, Chu Chen glanced at Nan Mohao, who was standing not far in front of him like a steep mountain, and felt that he needed to do something to distract himself, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to help but rush into the house.

Thinking like this, he raised his feet and approached Nan Mohao's side, looking at the night sky in the distance: "The regent likes Your Majesty?" ”

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