What He Lan didn't know was that for a long time after she left, Ziliang sat there without moving.

There seemed to be something flowing in the eyes, gently, slowly, very shallow, shallow enough to be ignored.

He got up and walked to his pocket, tossed the heavy gold inside, and murmured, "Favors? ”

*

Den.

The room was warm, and the air was filled with the smell of mint, which was very light.

The man stood in front of the window fiddling with the potted plant, the green color and his pale hands in stark contrast to it.

The world is independent, like a lonely pine tree, not afraid of cold wind, but also meaningless baptism of frost and rain, light and quiet.

Jing Yao entered the study nervously, standing at the door and not daring to go further.

The man had known that she was coming, but he didn't speak, let alone give her half a look.

The sky was just passing in a silent atmosphere.

Until, the sky is about to get dark.

"Jing Yao, have you forgotten something?"

The man still didn't look up, and played with the potted plant, his voice calm like a gust of wind.

Jing Yao's body shook uncontrollably, clenching her fingers and pursing her lips uneasily.

When she apprenticed to her teacher, she was only twelve years old, and now it has been six years, and the master has fed her, dressed her, given her a place to live, and taught them to read and learn martial arts.

At the same time, they were also given the supreme status of young priests.

But the only thing they promised was that they couldn't get married.

The man in front of the window finally turned his head, and his eyes were always quiet, as if nothing could get into his eyes.

But it was this pure-hearted and desireless appearance that made Jing Yao afraid.

"Huh?" He asked softly, but there was a chill in his voice.

Jing Yao closed her eyes and replied, "The apprentice hasn't forgotten. ”

The corners of Ziliang's lips hooked, the light from the corners of his eyes swept to the sunset on the horizon, his figure was straight, and the shadow was silent.

"It's good that you haven't forgotten." He said.

"Otherwise, I will kill you with my own hands."

Jing Yao's lips were pale, she had some difficulty breathing, raised her eyes to look at the man in the distance, and finally asked, "Master, can you tell Jing Yao, why don't we be allowed to marry?" ”

It's quiet.

Unlike Fang Cai's quietness, right now, the air is a little scary.

Ziliang raised his eyes slightly and was silent.

After a long time, he said, "There is no reason. ”

*

When Jing Yao walked out of the study, her face was still very bad.

In the end, Master did not answer her question directly.

The old dream came to her face, looking at Jing Yao's complexion, she seemed as if she hadn't seen it.

It wasn't until the two of them crossed paths that Jing Yao shouted, "Senior sister." ”

So the dream stood still, but he didn't look back, and he didn't answer.

"Why doesn't Master let us get married?" She stubbornly wanted a reason.

So Meng's eyes flickered, and his light lips moved, but in the end, he didn't say half a word, and silently raised his legs and left.

Jing Yao looked at the back of the old dream, confused.

Since when did the senior sister become quieter and quieter?

It seems, for a long time.

Like, more and more like their master.

*

After leaving the priest's hall, Helan went straight to the palace.

I don't know what to do with Queen Wenren.

Wan Shu saw her again and was very enthusiastic, "Princess Niangniang." ”

He Lan nodded lightly, untied his cloak and handed it to Wan Shu, and walked in.

"Lan Lan is here." Queen Wenren's complexion is much better today.

He Lan sat on the edge of the couch and held her hand, "Queen Mother, do you feel comfortable today?" ”

"Well, that's good, it's no big deal." Queen Wenren looked at her with pity: "Thank you, Lanlan." ”

"What is the queen mother talking about, you can't be alone at this time, Lonely Yao is not here, Lonely Hua is still young, if I am not there, then I can't say it." The woman's smile is shallow, but unexpectedly good-looking.