Hearing that name, Zhu Luan seemed to have returned to the ice lake again.

Monk Xuezhai's words hit her mind like the icy lake water that had lapped her eardrums.

A feeling of suffocation filled her chest, and Zhu Luan looked straight at Monk Xuezhai and spoke with difficulty.

"What do you call him?"

The vast eyes of the monk Xuezhai seem to be able to contain everything, and it seems to be able to perceive everything.

He looked deeply at the unsteady girl in front of him, and then glanced sideways at the young man with a puzzled face next to him, and slowly spoke to him.

"Although you may not have come back for a long time, this is the Yan Mansion, you are the host, introduce yourself to this guest."

The young second monk was puzzled, frowned and glanced at Xue Zhai, but still stood up.

Zhu Luan was able to see his face clearly.

He was dressed in the costume of a Xiliang nobleman, and he was a young man with deep eyebrows and a dignified appearance.

Even though she has light-colored eyes with similar coloration, her appearance is different from the man she remembers.

He is not him.

Not that person.

"Is it a friend of Master Yukisai?" The young man was completely unaware of the shock in Zhu Luan's heart, and showed a polite smile.

"I'm the young master of this house, the humble house has not been repaired for many years, and it has been uninhabited for many years, so it's really a snub to the guests."

He speaks fluently, but still has a slight Western accent.

The young man looked at Zhu Luan with a smile, put his palm on his shoulder, and bent down to perform a Xiliang etiquette.

"My name is Yan Shuoye, and I am very happy to meet this beautiful young lady."

Yan Shuo night.

He said he was the owner of this house, and he said he was Yan Shuoye.

A sad smile appeared on Zhu Luan's face.

"It turns out that you are Yan Shuoye. Fortunately. ”

Zhu Luan closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked into the deep sea in the eyes of Monk Xuezhai with bright eyes, and spoke quietly.

"So who is Yan Shuoye, who has been by my side and came to this city with me these days?"

"What?" The man who called himself Yan Shuoye opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and said helplessly, "Who are you talking about?" I ......"

Monk Xuezhai raised a hand to interrupt his incoherent words.

The monk slowly got up, his robe dragged over the shattered stone steps.

Monk Xuezhai stood up straight and looked at Zhu Luan solemnly.

"The little monk doesn't know what the donor has encountered," he said quietly.

Monk Xuezhai folded his hands and looked calm, "But the little monk has something to tell the donor." ”

His voice was calm, but it had unspeakable power.

"In front of me, no one has the courage to pretend to be a Xiliang noble."

Zhu Luan quietly stared at the indifferent monk in front of him.

This is the first time that the monk Xuezhai has called himself "I" in front of Zhu Luan.

yes, it turns out that he is ......

No one dared to pretend to be a Xiliang nobleman in front of him, so there was no doubt that this Xiliang nobleman Yan Shuoye in front of him was true.

"So who is that Yan Shuoye I know?" Zhu Luan closed his eyes and muttered softly as if he was talking to himself.

Xue Zhai recited the Buddha name.

"Looking at the donor's expression, I must have the answer in my heart, so why bother to ask the little monk?"

Zhu Luan opened his eyes, "You are still as straightforward as before." ”

"Monks don't speak." Monk Xuezhai folded his hands and looked compassionate.

This monk is sometimes more like a god stick than a monk.

Zhu Luan sometimes really wants to arrest him and beat him to see if he really knows everything.

Zhu Luan smiled, and then his expression changed, "I have one last question." ”

"Donor, please."

"Your senior brother," Zhu Luan frowned slightly, "Song Huaizhu, where did he go?" ”

"Senior brother......" Monk Xuezhai was stunned, his face showed hesitation, and he was about to speak.

Zhu Luan looked at him expressionlessly, "Remember that you just said nothing." ”

A glimmer of light flashed in Monk Xuezhai's eyes, and he sighed and said, "It's okay to tell you." ”

"Senior brother is not in the city at this time." He said.

"Not in ......" changed Zhu Luan this time and was stunned.

"Today is a special day for senior brother, senior brother went to the cold mountain outside Gusu City." Monk Xuezhai said lightly, "Revisit the old place." ”

Revisiting?

Going on a tour of the mountains in this icy and snowy weather?

Cold Mountain is ...... again

"Whether you believe it or not, the little monk is all he says," Monk Xuezhai said slowly, "You will pass by this mansion, does the donor want to go to the Spring Breeze Residence?" ”

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you," Zhu Luan exhaled and raised his head to look at the eaves in the distant buildings.

She smiled and tried to retract her gaze, but she still cast her eyes on the other side, the towering pavilion that could not be ignored.

Monk Xuezhai noticed the change in Zhu Luan's gaze, and his eyes, which were as vast as a sea of stars, rippled for the first time.

"Fushouju is still safe, but ......" Monk Xuezhai stopped talking, and finally couldn't help but speak, "The donor doesn't plan to go to Chunfeng Tower, right?" ”

"Yes, I promised that person to go to Chunfeng Tower," Zhu Luan's face was slightly pale, but his gaze did not waver, "There are always things that have to be figured out." ”

"You already know what happened in the Chunfeng Tower," Monk Xuezhai recited the Buddha's name again, "This is indeed great courage." ”

"Come on," Zhu Luan said with a smile, "You're glad that your senior brother isn't in the city now." ”

"Monks don't speak." Monk Xuezhai said seriously.

"Okay, thank you for the information," Zhu Luan smiled, "If I see your senior brother, I will say hello to him on my behalf." ”

"It's better not to meet between Miss and my senior brother." Monk Xuezhai stared at Zhu Luandao.

"I understand." Zhu Luan nodded and turned around.

"Are you leaving?" The young man beside Xuezhai stood up, his face full of confusion.

"Young Master Yan, although it is a bit presumptuous to ask such a thing for the first time," Zhu Luan suddenly asked with his back to him.

"May I ask your mother, do you have the blood of the Snow Mountain Clan?"

"Huh?" The young Xiliang nobleman was stunned, and then looked at Monk Xuezhai, who sighed, "You decide for yourself." ”

He thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yes, although I can't be an outsider, my biological mother does have Snow Mountain blood, but she has ......"

The young man bit his lip.

"I didn't grow up around her, and I wasn't very clear about her."

Zhu Luan smiled and said, "Presumably Ling Tang is a very beautiful woman. ”

"Yes," said a gentle smile on the young man's face, "my father burned almost all her portraits, but I had seen the only one that remained when I was a child. ”

"My mother, she...... What a beautiful person. ”

"Yes," Zhu Luan turned to the young man and saluted, "Thank you very much." I understand. ”

"Are you still going?" Monk Xuezhai looked at her with a complicated expression.

Zhu Luan nodded and smiled, turning around again.

"I'm leaving."

She ran again.

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