On the third day, lunch was delivered at noon.

Ling Feng took out the bowl with a smile: "Not to mention, this cooker is very skillful, and he makes delicious food in different ways." ”

In the evening, it is still pasta-based, with a few huge red fruits.

Shen Yanchu stared at the fruit, and suddenly remembered that in the cold winter of last year, in the Jinling Palace, he selected a few red fruits and brought them back to her to taste.

Day 4, Day 5...... Until the end of the month, Ling Feng was full of praise for the meals that were delivered one after another.

Shen Yanchu dropped the bamboo chopsticks and looked out the window through a wind chime.

In the kitchen, Liu Ruyan was dressed in a gray cloth monk's robe, busy in the stove.

She glanced back and saw a man standing outside.

The corners of her lips couldn't help but purse up, but in the end, she bit her lips and teeth, and her eyes turned red.

Shen Yanchu strode in front of her and paused.

Liu Ruyan woke up and made a Buddhist salute to him, clasped his hands together, and smiled kindly.

Shen Yanchu stared at this Buddhist disciple, his eyes were calm.

He raised his hand to caress her eyebrows, and his voice was surprisingly soft: "Why do you have a smile in your eyes, but you have so much pain in your heart?" ”

Liu Ruyan hurriedly lowered her head.

Although she deliberately changed her appearance, Shen Yanchu knew the seven feelings, how could she hide what she thought in her heart.

"Xu is a nobleman who is wrong." She changed into a male voice and replied calmly.

Ling Feng stood aside and noticed that the Lord had treated her differently.

Ling Feng clapped his hands and said with a smile: "This disciple is strange and interesting, his skills are very skillful, and he is also excited, so it is better to stay in the main courtyard and save the monks from delivering food." ”

Shen Yanchu didn't speak, and Ling Feng took it as he did.

Although it was a meal, Liu Ruyan was extra attentive.

Every morning, she would go to the fields carved out in the back mountains to pick fresh green vegetables and red fruits.

When Shen Yan first dined, she waited on the side and refused to leave when he had eaten all the food.

On this day, Liu Ruyan waited for him to finish eating rice and looked at him with a smile.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" Shen Yanchu put down the bowl, and his eyes did not wave.

"Seeing that the noble man added an extra bowl, the little monk felt happy."

Shen Yanchu's chest ached, and his indifferent eyes fell on her face.

The smile was bright and dazzling.

But it was only for a moment, and the light in his eyes returned to calm.

"If you have anything to eat, the little monk Ming'er will go and prepare." She smiled.

"It's just something for the stomach." Shen Yanchu said flatly.

The smile on her lips finally faded.

"If you want to do it, feel free to have one." Shen Yanchu spoke again, and the inadvertent gentleness in her tone, mixed with the sound of wind chimes, made her almost think that he still had a little love.

But in the face of his indifferent eyes, Liu Ruyan held back her thoughts and replied respectfully: "The little monk knows." ”

The osmanthus flowers are scattered, like falling snow all over the garden.

Ling Feng ran into the garden in a hurry, holding a osmanthus cake, while offering great hospitality: "Lord, I took this cake from the kitchen, remember that you used to love to eat this." ”

Shen Yanchu sat on the desk, without raising his head: "No need, you give it to the monks to eat." ”

"Huh?" Ling Feng suddenly felt dejected and stared at the plate, "It's a pity not to eat it." ”

Ling Feng was about to leave, and Liu Ruyan stepped in, holding osmanthus cake and fragrant tea in her hand.

"The little monk made some pastries, do you want to taste them?" She asked with a light smile.

Shen Yanchu looked up and saw pieces of snow-white and fragrant dim sum, sprinkled with cinnamon honey.

"Okay." He put pen to paper, his slender fingers twisting a piece.

Ling Feng's eyes widened!

It's also osmanthus cake, why does the Lord only eat what the monk gives?

He secretly said that it was not good, I am afraid that this kid has won the favor of the Lord, and his position is not guaranteed!

"Go out if you have nothing to do." Shen Yanchu said.

Ling Feng glanced at Liu Ruyan, then at the Lord, and reluctantly retreated.

"What are you writing about?" Liu Ruyan crushed the tea leaves into a paste, slowly poured into the hot soup, and waited until the white foam was everywhere, she presented the ordered Zen tea in front of him, and tilted her head to look at the scriptures he wrote.

Shen Yanchu's pen tip froze, and his voice was very soft: "It's a death spell." ”

The Death Spell can surpass the undead.

He then added: "I have sinned deeply. ”

Liu Ruyan stared at the top of his head, and her eyelashes trembled: "What is the crime of the nobleman?" ”

Shen Yanchu clasped his palms together: "I once had murderous intentions against the Liu Clan's loyal sect. ”

She held her breath and cautiously asked, "What happened?" ”

He replied: "By coincidence, I forgot all the past events and this grudge, so from beginning to end, I didn't make a move against the Liu family." ”

Liu Ruyan clenched her fingertips, and heard him say again: "Outside Liujiazhuang, there is a river. On that day, the killer of Wangfeng Tower wanted to force the boatman to cross the river, but the boatman did not allow it, so his uncle planted a blood curse and captured the boatman. ”

"It's a pity." His empty eyes fell out of the window, "Uncle's attainment of the Heart-burning Technique is not below me in the slightest, he has taken my soul and made me hallucinate, mistakenly thinking that the boatman was harmed by me." ”

"In this life, I can't live with a girl." Shen Yanchu said lightly, with no joy or sadness on his face, "I would like to take refuge in Buddhism, wash away my sins, and recite scriptures every day, I only wish her a safe and smooth life." ”

"If the chanting of the scriptures is useful, what else do you need the king to do?" Liu Ruyan was hoarse, "The noble person didn't think about it, go back to her?" ”

Shen Yanchu closed his eyes: "She hates me so much that she has no face to see her." ”

"If so, what if she wants to see the nobleman?" Liu Ruyan said, "Why not, explain to her face?" ”

Shen Yanchu covered his heart: "That night I fell into the sea, the Nine Realms of Burning Heart Recipe have been broken, this person is not a ghost or a ghost, if she sees it, it will only increase her sadness." ”

He has no desire and no mercy, how can he rejoice in a person again?

In this life, it is better not to see.

I didn't want to see her and wept for him.

Liu Ruyan was speechless for a while, and the soft muttering and gentle words that used to be turned into ice and rain at this moment turned into ice and rain, and she could no longer feel a trace of temperature.

He was silent, raised his eyes, and looked at the "little monk" in front of him.

"In three days, it's the puja." He closed the scriptures and said no more.

Liu Ruyan suddenly remembered that at the shaving ceremony, Shen Yanchu was ordained and became a monk, and since then he has been a member of Buddhism, and he has been completely cut off from this red and turbid world.

It seems that he is really willing!

She didn't know when she walked out of the courtyard.

The footsteps floated in vain, and in a trance, I remembered a lot.

She clearly mustered up the courage to step into the Wuxiang Temple, but she didn't expect that when she heard with her own ears that he was going to become a monk, all her persistence collapsed at this moment.

After returning to the monk's room, Liu Ruyan began to pack her luggage.

Seeing that she was silent, Ye Xun couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want to leave?" ”

Liu Ruyan hung her head, her face buried in the shadows: "Otherwise, stay and watch him become a monk?" ”

"According to Benjun's intentions, the host might as well be spoiled, and maybe he can keep people."

"Lang has no intention, why should the concubine have a heart?" As she spoke, her voice weakened, "From now on, the bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, he is his enlightened monk, and I live my happy life." ”

"The word love is the most misleading." Ye Xun shook his head.