Compared with the imminent outbreak of war in the outside world, Nanshan Temple is peaceful and quiet.

Nanshan Temple was built by the emperor in that year, compared with ordinary temples, the environment and safety of Nanshan Temple have been greatly guaranteed, and it is also very popular with rich families, so the people who come here to incense are basically not expensive or rich, but this does not mean that the temple excludes ordinary people, but the people themselves are afraid of colliding with nobles, and they will hardly come to Nanshan Temple.

The so-called circle is different, hard can not melt, over time Nanshan Temple has become a place for the rich to pray for incense, forming a circle.

Nanshan Temple is located on the top of the mountain, and if you want to get to the temple, you have to climb a long stone staircase.

On weekdays, the husbands and young men who are well-nourished and respected, but they all climb the stone ladder tirelessly, tired and panting, and for a time there are many brightly dressed men standing on both sides of the stone ladder resting.

Only a white figure walked slowly on one step by one, the white fog in the morning has not yet dispersed, the person's appearance is not clear, vague, but even just a figure evokes people's infinite reverie, the posture is elegant, the steps are leisurely, a green silk dances gently with the minutes, with his pace, closer and closer, the white fog is getting lighter and lighter, and the men who are standing and resting on both sides are wide-eyed, wanting to see what kind of appearance the person is, and he has such a temperament.

After the white mist faded, the white figure became clear, especially the face, which made everyone gasp...

What a stunning person! Immortal, elegant and noble.

Dressed in white, a soft black green silk hangs down to the waist, delicate facial features, the white skin seems to flow with a faint luster, the bright black eyes are as cold as radiance, the thin pink lips are gently pursed, the posture is elegant and noble when walking, and the body exudes a gentle and alienated atmosphere, giving people a very contradictory feeling, a person who seems to be gentle and jade, and seems to be indifferent like ice, two different feelings appear in this person at the same time, but this does not affect the shock that his arrival brings to others!

He seemed to feel the people on both sides of the road watching him, and smiled slightly at everyone.

The smile is shallow, but no one dares to come forward to talk, although this person laughs like a spring breeze, but it gives people a very cold feeling.

It was also the moment when everyone was stunned, the white mist lingered in the mountains, and the man gradually walked away, not really, followed by a long white and tender waiter.

"Oh my God, whose son was that just now, he smiled so gently, but I was so scared that I didn't dare to say anything." A man who came back to his senses patted his chest and exclaimed.

Someone chimed in: "The people who come to this Nanshan Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings must not be simple." ”

"That is, looking at that temperament and appearance, he must be the son of a big family."

"Hey, it's really good-looking, it's pleasing to the eye..."

In fact, the person everyone is talking about is not someone else, but Feng Susu from Kyoto, the night country.

Feng Susu didn't know how many people he had attracted along the way, standing at the gate of the temple, looking up at the three big characters on the door plaque, "Nanshan Temple"!

"It's finally here..."

Hearing his son-in-law's whispering, Bi Qing was very depressed, and finally asked the question that had been bothering him for the past two days: "Son, even if you want to offer incense and pray for blessings, why do you have to come to Nanshan Temple?" Isn't there one in Kyoto? It's not too far from Kyoto, but it's still a bit far away, so if something happens, how can I explain it to the head of the house? ”

Feng Susu heard the complaint of his own servant, silent, delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, in fact, he didn't know why he just wanted to come here to see, since she went to the underworld, his heart has been very chaotic, she said to give her an answer when she comes back, but does he really want to marry her? Enter the palace with its high walls and become one of her many men? Since he was a child, he knew that because of his family background, he would marry an extraordinary person in the future, but he never thought that this person would be so extraordinary.

As her mother said, she is indeed very good, talented, both civil and military, in the hands of the military, creating the desert, building her own army, setting up one legend after another at a young age, coupled with her handsome and unparalleled appearance, such a woman is the only one in the world.

But it's because she's so good, and she's surrounded by all kinds of men.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and his heart was extremely irritable, and he didn't know whether he should agree to marry her.

So he wanted to come here to relax, of course, this is only one of the reasons, the most important thing is that there is still a person living here.

A man who has been famous all over the world since childhood! A man who once led thousands of troops! A man who is on par with her in the name of the god of war!

He came all the way from Kyoto to meet Yufeng, and wanted to find the answer he wanted from him, because Yufeng was so similar to him, arrogant and indifferent, but he bent his waist for her.

Since he can't find the reason in himself, let's find the reason in others, so that he may be able to understand his heart for His Highness.

"Let's go." Feng Susu, who had sorted out his thoughts, whispered to Bi Qing behind him, and walked into Nanshan Temple with elegant steps.

Bi Qing hurriedly followed, this time the son is really strange!

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In a small bamboo forest on the back mountain of Nanshan Temple, a man in a lilac loose dress sat in the courtyard, the inky black green silk hung down his shoulders, he was hanging his head and writing, the hand holding the pen was distinct, and his expression was very serious, as if the world was collapsing and could not disturb him.

Feng Susu just came to see such a scene, and there was a deep surprise in his eyes, that person turned out to be Yufeng? Hasn't he always dressed only in black? When I saw him in the past, he was holding the cross-knife at his waist with his left hand, and he was full of cold breath to reject people thousands of miles away, this was the first time he saw Yufeng holding a pen, and when the original murderous hand picked up the pen, it could be so good-looking, and he couldn't bear to disturb when he stood there.

Apparently Yu Feng, who was copying the Heart Sutra, didn't notice Feng Susu's arrival at all, and only after writing an article did he put down his pen and rubbed his slightly swollen temples, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows was bright and moving.

The guard Qingye, who had been standing by his side and waiting, couldn't stand it a little bit, and said, "Master, take a rest, now that you are seven months pregnant, you can't be too tired." ”

Yes, Yufeng has been coming to Nanshan Temple for two months, and the belly that was originally only slightly bulging has now become a lot bigger, and Yufeng was very unaccustomed to it at first, but now he has subconsciously touched his stomach, and his cold eyes instantly melted a puddle of water when he saw his stomach.

"Qingye, I never thought that writing is much more difficult than killing." There was a deep helplessness in his tone, and he really wanted to finish writing down the mountain quickly.