She hugged the girl, looked back at Ling Su again, and asked politely and tentatively, "Won't Ling Gongzi go with you?" ”

If Ling Su followed, most of the girl's anger would disappear, and if he didn't follow...... There's really not much to say.

In fact, Ling Su took a step back just now just to make way, but suddenly found that Cheng Xueyan's face was getting colder and colder, and she was wondering in her heart, and when she heard Bi Tong ask this, she was a little unsure whether to keep up.

No matter how angry Cheng Xueyan is, she hopes that he can agree, this is not only an emotional problem, it can be seen that he hesitated, he only disliked himself for being dirty, the fire was bigger, he threw off Bitong, and strode towards the steps, his steps were vicious, but his feet hurt his heart.

It's so indecent, and the remaining two people are shocked. Bi Tong hurriedly followed: "Girl, be careful......"

Ling Su hesitated slightly, but still followed.

Bitong quietly looked sideways, and immediately raised her eyebrows, and leaned into Cheng Xueyan's ear: "He's ...... behind"

The angry heart seemed to be relieved in some way, and the corners of his tense lips turned up slightly because of the relaxation.

Qixia Hall is located in a wide place in the middle of the mountainside, the foundation is adjusted with the slight undulation of the terrain, the pine monster stands on all sides, and even a few pine trees grow in the temple yard disorderly, which is mixed with long grass and wild flowers, and the result is that this small temple looks like it grows from the ground from a distance.

When the three of them entered the courtyard, a monk in soap-colored monk's robe greeted each other with his palms together.

Bitong explained his intentions, and the monk led them to the backyard, never raising his eyes.

There are very few people in the courtyard, and there are not even a few monks, but it is an ancient wood, covering the sky and the moon, which makes people feel cold.

Cheng Xueyan couldn't help but glance back at Ling Su, and at this moment she suddenly thought that he was by her side, and she could use her strong arms to soothe her uneasiness.

The cover above the head seems to recede suddenly, revealing a clear night sky, with stars twinkling slightly, like pearls sprinkled on velvet, and a slightly rounded but undiminished bright moon.

Originally, the dishes were placed on the square or round stone tables in the backyard, and some people were already sitting on the seats to taste, quietly, only the wind could hear the whispering of the wind across the treetops.

Four side dishes and two bowls of vegetarian rice were placed on the table.

The dish is fresh, green and fresh in the dim yellowish light, and it is stacked very neatly, splashed with light oil, sprinkled with finely chopped spicy seeds and sesame seeds, exuding an attractive fragrance. The vegetarian rice is also crystal clear, as if coated with a thin layer of soft light.

Cheng Xueyan's stomach immediately rumbled.

Bi Tong stood on the side, refusing to sit down no matter how much she persuaded and threatened. Ling Su was supposed to sit at the stone table next to him in order to avoid suspicion, but he still sat opposite Cheng Xueyan in order to avoid suspicion. Because of such a late hour, it is indeed a little inappropriate for a woman to appear in this ancient temple in the deep mountains only accompanied by a maid.

Cheng Xueyan was extremely hungry, although she tried her best to maintain her image, but for some reason this food was so delicious, and she quickly swept it away. She stared at the last remaining winter bamboo shoot on the plate, and hated that although the dish was delicious, the plate was so small that she only ate half full, this winter bamboo shoot...... She struggled for a moment, so let's give it to this Ling Gongzi. By the way, he didn't seem to move much of his chopsticks just now......

He wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Ling Su holding bamboo chopsticks hanging in the air, looking at her with his mouth open, losing his former demeanor.

Ling Su and Cheng Xueyan met a total of four times, the surprise of the first meeting, the heartbeat of goodbye, the sadness of the reunion, plus the ...... this time Shock. Before this, this daughter of the Cheng family had always been the goddess in his heart. Since he was a child, he has often had the same dream, in which there is an ethereal woman floating not far from him. The fairy mist curls, and I can't see her appearance clearly. But since he saw her at the gate of Ganlu Temple six years ago, the fairy seemed to come to him like a cloud, although it was only a glimpse, but it was enough to shake people's hearts. He thought she was really a fairy, he thought that he had just missed her, but he didn't want to meet again in Cheng Mansion.

She is the daughter of Cheng Fu.

Ever since he learned this answer, he knew he had no chance. She is really a fairy, high and unapproachable. And he ...... No matter how he is praised as a talent, he is just a mortal, he lives in a humble house, and he eats only coarse tea and light rice, how can he invite a fairy? But the fairy...... It's something that can be worshipped, right?

Perhaps just to find an excuse for his unbreakable vulgar thoughts, he began to throw stones and ask for directions.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. The so-called Iraqi people are ...... on the water side"

Indeed, if you are far away, the fog can only be seen from afar.

Every day and night when there was no echo, her figure loomed in her dreams. In the mess of smoke gathering and drifting, her expression was one of joy, one moment of anger, and one of sorrow...... His heart churned like smoke. When the pale blue letterhead with the echo fell into his hand, he actually admired it for a long time before reluctantly opening it.

Words are like people, people are like immortals, and meaning is like smoke......

"Falling flowers are independent, and micro swifts fly ......"

The autumn grass and trees are bleak, but the heart is blooming.

The printed letterhead immediately flew up two lines of wild strokes......

"It seems that this star is not last night, for whom is the wind and the wind is standing for midnight......"

In the dream, she seemed to be clearer, half of her body was exposed in the clouds, the color was bright, and her expression was graceful.

The wait is always long, but once the letter arrives and is reluctant to open it, it is always necessary to burn incense and clean the hands before reading it word by word like receiving a holy decree.

"The wild goose is in the cloud, the fish is in the water, and it is difficult to send this feeling ......"

He not only admired her beauty, but also admired her talent, so he felt that the two were far away, but he still couldn't hold his lovesickness and couldn't control the hand that held the pen.

"It's useless to be lovesick on a straight path, and it's madness to be melancholy."

"Mingyue doesn't know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the slanting light pierces Zhu Hu to the dawn."

"If you don't fall asick in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick."

"Tears can be dry and there are traces in the end, and it is difficult to send words without words"

……

You come and go, the words on this letterhead seem to be imprinted in the bottom of the eyes and engraved in the heart.

In this way, a year passed, and it was autumn again, but there was no more beauty, but a stormy rain.

When the East Window incident happened, he was only worried about whether she would be punished, because the eunuchs always had very strict family rules.

Except for the sudden disappearance of the messenger, it seems to be fine. After being relieved, I always felt that there was something wrong, but in less than a month, the news of her engagement came, and the marriage of Cheng Shangshu's daughter and Gu Taiwei's son caused a sensation in the city.

It's really sensational, otherwise how could he feel unsteady on his feet?

Knowing that it is the difference between heaven and earth, knowing that it is wishful thinking, knowing that it is time to cut off this thought, knowing that it will be difficult and dangerous to make contact again at this time...... But he did it anyway. It's not a question, he has no qualifications, and he knows that she can't help herself, only two short sentences...... Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Throwing a pen, the heartbreak is like splashing ink.

But there was no reply, I don't know if the messenger didn't deliver the letter, or she pretended not to know, anyway, the moon was full and missing, and what was waiting for was a wedding with gongs and drums.

On that day, he didn't know how he moved to the street, but he only saw his eyes full of red and bright colors, and only heard the roar of his ears. A sedan chair is extremely luxurious, and it is unstoppable. The fine colorful flowers around are flying, and the smoke of firecrackers is filled, like a fairyland, and like a dream. His goddess is going to fly to someone else's house, and this year should be a good day. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I talk to......

I didn't feel sad, and I even had a smile on my lips.

He returned home flutteringly, threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

This sleep was very long, I didn't even have a dream, and it was winter when I woke up.

When the door curtain opened, he saw that there was scattered snow outside, the small silver pendant in the room cooed, and the air was filled with the sweet and bitter smell of Chinese medicine.

His old mother, Ling Shi, walked tremblingly with a medicine bowl and didn't say anything, just sighed heavily.

He took the medicine and drank it, only to feel that the medicine tasted like water, and then got out of bed.

There was nothing under his feet, and he almost fell.

Standing in front of the window, he hesitated for a moment and slammed it open.

The strong cold wind wrapped the cool snow and poured into his chest, and he almost suffocated.

"Son, the past is gone, and if there is anything you can't think of, you have to think about it. The flowers of heaven cannot bloom on earth......"

His mother's mournful hoarse voice tore through his imprisoned heart like lightning, destroying the shell of his pretended to be strong.

Mother knew everything......

He went back to bed, lay down again, took the quilt over his head, and the suffocation in his chest that had been dormant for three months was like a tide, and it came to his mouth......

The door creaked softly, and he seemed to hear the little silver hook grunt louder and louder......

When the spring flowers bloom, everything seems to disappear with the spring breeze, and the heart is full of happy green, but it is empty.

There is still something abnormal, otherwise he would not have been invited by the Heavenly Academy to be a gentleman who teaches the Four Books and the Five Classics. But it's not bad, it's all alive anyway.

He didn't inquire about her, as if this person had just come to the world for a while, and now he was back in heaven, he and she were nothing more than each other's Nanke dreams, and he was a poor scholar who didn't listen to anything outside the window.

But who would have thought that she would be divorced!

It was said by the mother inadvertently during dinner, and the tone was hateful, of course, it was not the hatred of Gu Sanxian who had eyes and did not know gold and jade, she hated her, the woman who seduced her son and caused him to almost die of illness and now finally has evil retribution!

His vast, always empty heart seemed to be bumped into something, but he couldn't see what it was.

The meal was tasteless.

I couldn't sleep at night, but I felt that the house was too stuffy and the quilt was too covered. It's just spring, why is it so hot?

He got up and pushed open the window, and the scent of flowers and plants carried by the night breeze went straight to his chest and lungs, causing an itch in his heart, as if something was about to break through the ground......

PS: From now on, I don't plan to call for collections and tickets, it's not that I don't need it, but I ...... If it is really well written and let readers like it, it will naturally be accepted, and it will be ticketed, blindly calling, with little effect, and it may be disgusting, hehe. Great hope, great disappointment; There is a request, and the heart is heavy. I'm considering whether to withdraw all the previous calls...... Finally, I wish you all a happy reading, and I sincerely hope that you will enjoy this book. My only guarantee is that I'll finish it in earnest!