For a long time, except for Yun Sheng's sobbing life, the other two people in the room did not speak.

Gradually, I don't know when Yun Sheng cried, and when her emotions slowly calmed down, she held the hairpin tightly in the palm of her hand, wiped her tears, looked up and asked, "In addition to this hairpin, did she say anything?" ”

The abbot of Dusty Cloud pursed his lips: "No." ”

Yun Sheng suddenly felt lost.

She always felt that Liu Rushuang should have left other words for her, but the old abbot said so, so it was not.

Then, Zhang Jiusheng took out Lu Zhi's painting from his sleeve, spread it out in front of the abbot of Chenyun, and asked, "Master, do you recognize the owner of this painting?" ”

Abbot Chenyun took the painting with both hands, squinted his eyes, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

"Mr. Lu's paintings." After the abbot finished speaking, he handed the painting back to Yun Sheng.

"The abbot has good eyesight." Zhang Jiusheng smiled.

The abbot of Dusty Cloud was silent for a moment, then chuckled lightly and said, "The donor is playing tricks on the old man's words. ”

Zhang Jiusheng continued to laugh without saying a word, which can be regarded as an acknowledgement.

"That day, this Mr. Lu came with Lord Liu Shi, and the two didn't know each other at first." The abbot of Dusty Cloud was not angry, only the corners of his lips were slightly raised and he said what he knew.

"And what about later?"

"Then one day, a little novice in the temple saw two donors talking in the courtyard, and the two talked very happily, but they were too far apart, and they listened to other people's corners and did not follow the rules, so the little novice did not stay long."

Zhang Jiusheng nodded, and asked again: "In this case, does Mr. Lu have anything left?" ”

"Yes." Abbot Dusty Cloud said, and reached out and took out something from the futon.

Yun Sheng raised his eyebrows, his emotions completely calmed down, and he only thought about how much could this old abbot hide under his ass?

That's a painting too.

Carefully tie it with a thin red rope.

"Mr. Lu's painting has his own style, so the old man recognized it at a glance, this one is made by Mr. Lu for the Luojian Temple, and the two of them can be seen."

Zhang Jiusheng and Yun Sheng glanced at each other.

If this painting was simply made for Luojian Temple, it would not have any effect on Zhang Jiusheng and Yunsheng, but the abbot of Chenyun obviously deliberately found a reason to take out this painting.

The composition of the painting taken out by the abbot of Chenyun is very simple, but it is the main courtyard of the temple, and there is no other superfluous decoration, and there is a person standing in the courtyard, still with his back to everyone. The wind in the courtyard was a little stronger, and it blew the man's long hair and scattered it in the air.

It was a woman, wearing a crimson cloak, with a slightly sideways face, and something looming in her hand.

"This ...... Is this also frost? Yun Sheng said in surprise.

Abbot Dusty Cloud smiled and nodded.

Lu Zhi painted two paintings in a row, although there was no front, but they could be recognized by those who were familiar with her.

The first one, leading Yun to find Luojian Temple, and got the hairpin left by Liu Rushuang, which means that he knew early on that he might die unexpectedly, but how could he know that Yun Sheng was in Fan County? How can you know that Yunsheng will still be involved in criminal cases?

In the second picture, it seems that the key thing lies in what Liu Rushuang is holding in his hand, Yun Sheng really admits that he is clumsy, and he can't recognize what it is.

She frowned, her heart clenched like a claw, clutching her breathlessly.

"What's in her hand?" Yun Sheng asked.

The abbot of Dusty Cloud slowly closed his eyes and said softly, "The old man doesn't know what it is, after all, it's a private thing. It's just that Lao Wei feels that the donor and the Liu donor have a lot of fate, and if you think about it carefully, you should be able to think of what it is. ”

Seeing the old abbot's posture, Zhang Jiusheng knew that he couldn't ask anything, reached out and gently pressed the back of Yun Sheng's hand, stood up, folded his hands at the old abbot, and said respectfully: "We understand, so we won't disturb the abbot's rest, and retire first." ”

The abbot of Dust Cloud nodded slightly, without the slightest intention of standing up and sending it away.

Yun Sheng wanted to say something, but he was already dragged up from the futon by Zhang Jiusheng and stumbled out of the door.

"Second Young Master......"

Zhang Jiusheng shook his head and motioned for her not to speak yet, and Yun Sheng shut up.

After the two left the abbot's meditation room, they were silent all the way, and they met some monks on the way, and the two only nodded slightly, and the restrained emotions passed.

After returning to the courtyard, Yun Sheng suddenly felt that his emotions were a little uncontrollable, and he covered his face for a long time before taking a deep breath and calming down.

"I never knew that Shuang'er and Lu Zhi knew each other." She said, with disbelief.

"Calm down." Zhang Jiusheng patted Yun Sheng's shoulder, took out the first painting, spread it out in front of her, and pointed: "Miss Liu's position is at the gate of the mountain, according to Lu Zhi's perspective, then Lu Zhi has to go a little further, the distance between the two of them is very long, if it weren't for strangers one after the other, they wouldn't be so far apart." ”

"What if Lu Zhi is following her?" Yun Sheng suddenly asked, then brushed Zhang Jiusheng's hand away, and said: "Lu Zhi has always lived in the capital, he must have heard of the Liu family, and there are many people who want to cling to the Liu family, Shuang'er is Liu Zhizhi's heart, she is not in good health, and Liu Zhizhi is reluctant to let her go a long way." She left Beijing suddenly and traveled thousands of miles to Luojian Temple outside Fan County, which will definitely attract the attention of people with a heart, and Lu Zhi is one of them. ”

Yun Sheng's eyes rolled, and he continued: "So he came with him, wanting to see what Shuang'er was doing here, because Fan County is also his hometown." Shuang'er is in the capital all the year round, and Liu Zhizhu is not from Fan County, so it is impossible to have any relatives in Fan County, this point, a smart person like Lu Zhi must have checked. ”

What Yun Sheng said is not unreasonable, but Lu Zhi is very deeply hidden, if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to make a fuss about Xiao Mansion, he might continue to hide.

"But according to Shuang'er's character, it is difficult for strangers to get close to him, let alone talk happily? What did he say to make Frost willing to be in his paintings? Yun Sheng grabbed his hair, thinking about it with a splitting headache.

She began to regret that before she escaped from the capital, she didn't have a good conversation with Liu Rushuang and a good parting.

Now I can't see the last side, let alone say it, and now I know that Liu Rushuang has done so many things for her behind her back, and even disregarded her own life, and ran to Fan County, thousands of miles away, just to see if she is okay.

Zhang Jiusheng held Yun Sheng's shoulder, gently pressed her head, and let him lean on his chest.

"Don't blame yourself, no one knows what will happen in the future, and you don't know that the Prime Minister will have an accident at that time, your hiding, your escape are all accidents, you can't expect it. Not contacting her is for her good and for the good of the Liu family, it is not easy for the Liu family to gain a foothold in the capital. ”

Yun Sheng suddenly raised his head from Zhang Jiusheng's arms, with something unknown in his eyes, Zhang Jiusheng frowned slightly.

After a long time, I heard her say, "Did Imperial Doctor Zhang think so at that time?" ”

Zhang Jiusheng's heart tightened.

She still knew that the imperial doctor Zhang, who was good friends with the Prime Minister back then, was now Zhang Ci, Zhang Jiusheng's father.

When something happened to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he should have made a move, but he chose to remain silent for the sake of Zhangfu.

Now that I think about it, the same is true of the Liu family.

Slowly breaking out of Zhang Jiusheng's embrace, Yun Sheng wiped the corners of his eyes, and found that the tears had already dried up, it was she who was fragile, after encountering the past that she hadn't seen for a long time.

"I'm fine, Second Young Master." Yun Sheng pursed his lips.

"Yunsheng ......" Zhang Jiusheng wanted to say something, or defend something, but she found that there was no way to defend it, Zhang Ci chose to abandon the prime minister for the sake of Zhangfu, and Mingzhe to protect himself, which is a fact.

"I'd better take a look at the painting first, and think about what Frost is holding in her hand." Yun Sheng hung his head, took the painting and sat down, and from beginning to end, he didn't look at Zhang Jiusheng.

"Well, if you're tired, you can rest for a while, and I'll walk around and see if there's anything else to discover. If anything, call a little novice to me. ”

"Okay." Yun Sheng still didn't look up, as if her mind was on that painting, but as everyone knows, her heart is like a knife.

After Zhang Jiusheng left, Yun Sheng was paralyzed as if his whole body had suddenly lost his strength.

Is she to blame him?

Is it to blame the ministers who have taken refuge after the accident in the Prime Minister's Office?

It shouldn't be.

That's human nature.

It was a calamity that belonged to the Prime Minister alone, not someone else's.

But she was still uncomfortable in her heart, and the unbearable discomfort was like water gushing out of a spring, stimulating her all the time.

Relieved himself, in fact, Yun Sheng still had a stomach of questions that he wanted to ask the abbot, but Zhang Jiusheng insisted on pulling her away, thinking about the posture of the abbot of Fang Caiyun, it was indeed the meaning of not wanting to say it anymore.

Not to be a monk, or a monk, Yun Sheng doesn't understand the otherworldly thoughts in the heads of these cultivators. In this painting given by the abbot of Dusty Cloud, the things that Liu Rushuang is holding in her hand are half hidden in her cloak and half exposed, looking like ...... Like a book that has been rolled up?

"Books?!" Yun Sheng almost screamed.

Then he realized his gaffe, quickly covered his mouth, and looked out the door, fortunately no one was passing by.

She closed the door and window carefully, reopened the painting, and her eyes widened, and a face was almost pressed to look at until she could read the words on it.

"It's ...... This is Daddy's book? Yun Sheng sat on the chair with his buttocks, and was surprised in his heart: "How can Shuang'er have Daddy's book?" ”

In Yunsheng's impression, Liu Rushuang has never had direct contact with the prime minister, and when did she have the book written by the prime minister?

You know, Yunsheng doesn't have any.

This time, she couldn't sit still, rolled up the painting, opened the door and ran to find the abbot of Dusty Cloud.

Unexpectedly, the abbot of Chenyun is not in the meditation room, and it seems that he is not in the temple.

Finally caught a passing little novice, only to know that the abbot went to the back mountain of the temple to do penance, Yun Sheng thought, at such an old age, what else do you cultivate? Do you think your life is too long?

While thinking like this, Yun Sheng had already followed the direction pointed by the little novice and found the back mountain all the way.

Walking through a forest that was not too dense, halfway through the walk, he heard the sound of water flowing from a distant place, and the closer he got closer, the crisper the sound became, and not long after, Yun Sheng saw a large waterfall hanging from a high place, and the water hit the rocks on the shore, splashing high, and exploding into a large crystal clear flower in mid-air.

Yun Sheng stood on the shore, and from a distance, he saw a figure sitting under the waterfall, as if he was not wearing a shirt, and was sitting there with his hands folded.

Just standing on the shore, Yun Sheng already felt a little cold, and the old abbot was over sixty years old, how could he stand it sitting in this cold water?

Can't just wait stupidly, but he can't disturb the abbot's penance, Yun Sheng rubbed his arms, found a clean place to sit down from a distance, and held the portrait tightly in his hand, looking at it stupidly.

Almost when the sun set in the western mountains, Yun Sheng was really a little cold and couldn't stand it, and Zhang Jiusheng also found the back mountain.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Jiusheng was in a hurry, and there was some fine sweat on his forehead: "Do you know that I have been looking for you for most of the day, but I am in a hurry." ”

"I'm waiting for the abbot." Yun Sheng pointed to the abbot of Dusty Cloud, who was still sitting at the bottom of the waterfall.

Zhang Jiusheng looked over, he had already asked the monks in the temple before he came, the old abbot would come here once a month to do penance, each time it was a whole day, and he would go back at night.

Looking at the sky, the moon was already hanging in the sky, and although the night had not yet completely fallen, it was not long before the old abbot's penance was over. Zhang Jiusheng didn't rush, he just sat next to Yun Sheng and waited with her.

"Second Young Master?"

"Wait, it should be coming out soon, you look at this painting, you see what's coming, so anxious to find the abbot?" Zhang Jiusheng asked as he took off his coat and draped it over Yun Sheng.