At this time, an old abbot with a kind face walked out, full of peace.

"Why?" Su Qingyu's heart jumped.

The old abbot didn't say a word, but she instantly understood: "Is it because she knows that I am coming, so she deliberately asked you to lead me here and not let me go to her?" ”

"She clearly said that when I take charge of the Prime Minister's Mansion, I can come to see her again." There was a bit of unwillingness in his voice.

When she was seven years old, she and her sister were thrown out of the prime minister's mansion because they were suffering from smallpox. It was the man who picked them up to Fengguo Temple when he passed by, and carefully conditioned them without fear of danger, like a mother. After they recovered from their illness, they were raised by her side for a year.

That year, for the first time, she understood what it was like to be cared for by her elders.

But a year later, the man made her and her sister return to the Prime Minister's Mansion and promised the conditions for the next meeting.

Then she lowered, "She doesn't want to see me." ”

She didn't ask how the man knew she was coming before she even arrived. Because from the beginning, she vaguely knew that the person's identity was not ordinary.

Although she dresses plainly and eats normally, she is just hidden in Fengguo Temple as a Qingyi layman, but the monks up and down are all respectful to her.

So Su Qingyu knew that if that person was determined not to see her, she would not be able to see her, no matter what she wanted to see in her heart.

Her feet were filled with lead, and she knew that she had come for nothing today, but for some reason, she just couldn't turn around and leave.

Suddenly, things suddenly took a turn for the better.

"Miss Su, please stay." A crisp voice sounded at the door, and Su Qingyu turned his head suddenly, only to see a familiar face in his eyes.

This was the maid beside the man, and her eyes instantly brightened.

"Master, please Miss Su to go and talk about it." The maid smiled lightly and said, "Please come over to the slave." ”

Qingyi monks have always said that they are the same and will not go back on their word, but this time they made an exception.

She didn't know how the man had changed his mind this time, but as far as she was concerned, she was willing to see her. Su Qingyu's eyes glowed, and he hurriedly followed behind the maid.

After turning a few twists and turns, the two came to a yard planted with snow plums. A woman with elegant flower arrangements sits on her knees in the middle of the pavilion, with a table in front of her, and the incense burner wafts with green smoke and a cold incense that seems to be nothing.

Although she is not in her prime, she has a charm on her body, like a clear jade spring, and like a quiet ancient jade. A pair of eyes as heavy as night glanced over gently, and people's thoughts couldn't help but sink into them.

Su Qingyu pinched her fingertips that were cold from excitement, walked to the other side of the table and sat down, quietly watching her movements.

Obviously, neither of them has words, but they have a warm harmony.

After some time, the man stopped: "This is for you." The little vase that had just been planted moved in front of her, "Congratulations on finally not having to endure now." ”

"I ......" Su Qingyu, who was eloquent in the Prime Minister's Mansion, seemed to be choked by the neck at this time, and he couldn't take a word of thanks.

After a long pause, she said something that the bull's head was not in the horse's mouth: "Layman...... Why did you drive me and my sister away back then? ”

Qingyi Jushi glanced at her, avoided answering, and just moved the vase to her: "You take this vase well, it is a gift from me." ”

"Be sure to take a good look." She reminded softly, but it was impossible to ignore.

Seeing that the vase was taken by Su Qingyu, her eyes flickered to look at Xuemei, who had not yet opened outside the window: "In the past, when you and your sister were raised by me, I knew that you were very smart, but I didn't expect that you would be able to take the power into your own hands at the age of thirteen or fourteen." ”

"I thought that when I saw you again, it would be a few years later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." She sighed.

Su Qingyu trembled her eyelashes, and suddenly wanted to confide in the person in front of her about the grievances and worries she had encountered in the Prime Minister's Mansion. But I sobbed my mouth for a long time, but I didn't know where to start. She only hopes that she and her sister can be her pride, and she doesn't want her to know that she is too embarrassed.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and her melancholy voice was pulled away, "Layman, I miss you very much, and my sister misses you too." ”

Qingyi's hand moved slightly, and he got up and covered up quietly: "It's not too early, you can leave after drinking this tea." "The eviction order was given mercilessly.

She had just sat down, and was she going to chase her away? Su Qingyu's heart tightened when she looked at the person who had already stood up, and reached out to grab something, but her fingertips only had time to touch the corners of her floating clothes.

The monk left the pavilion without hesitation and walked into the quiet inner room. Thinking of what Su Qingyu had just said, her heart was slightly sour, but then, she pressed it down.

After calming down for a moment, she looked at the snow plum branch outside the window, and said lightly to the void: "Now that I have given her something, are you satisfied?" ”

She was answered by a quiet room.

I don't know how long it took, a tall figure came out from behind the curtain, and the deep eyebrows and eyes made people dare not look directly.

He said in a low voice, "Thank you, Concubine." ”