Song Zijin, the granddaughter of Song University's favorite granddaughter, because Song University Scholar appreciated Sikong Yu back then, he tried to connect the two many times without success.

But in Song Zijin's heart, the seeds of admiration were planted, and he was no longer willing to accept other men's marriage proposals.

Until the Sikong family was destroyed, Song Zijin announced that he would not marry in this life, and he also made Song Dashi sick for a while, but he couldn't resist his granddaughter.

During this period, Song Zijin was naturally talked about a lot, and finally at the age of thirty-three, he learned that Sikong Yu was still in the world, and there was the scene in front of the gate of the Academy today.

Chu Yunxi sighed, what a poignant and tactful love story. Sikong Yu guarded himself like a jade for Queen Yin, and never married a wife, but he didn't want to, and there was also a woman who silently wasted years for him.

"What is Xi'er thinking?"

Jun Lingyun, who had just finished his work, came to Chu Yunxi's side and surrounded her. Chu Yunxi raised his head and looked at his handsome husband.

"I'm wondering if people should let go of the past and live in the present."

Jun Lingyun nodded.

"Naturally, it should be."

If he and Xi'er can't let go of the past, how can they have such love now.

Chu Yunxi agreed.

"Well, I also think it's a person as transparent as Mr. Sikong, I hope he can figure it out as soon as possible."

Jun Lingyun raised his eyebrows.

"Xi'er, I'm tired, let's rest early, don't think about other people's business."

Chu Yunxi got up quietly.

"Your Majesty, you have to nourish your spirit in the past two days, and you can't do whatever you want, so the concubines will retire first."

As she spoke, she was going back to her Fanghua Palace. was picked up by Jun Lingyun.

"Without a lady to accompany you, how can a husband be able to raise his spirit?"

……

The capital is good at dart.

As soon as Sikong Yu entered the door, several dart masters in the courtyard got up and saluted respectfully.

"The master is back!"

But I saw that behind their master, there was also a woman with a good temperament.

"Who is this?"

Sikong Yu stiffened his face, "Senior sister! ”

Song Zijin saw so many men present, his face was slightly red, but he still blurted out.

"Song Zijin, the woman of your master."

She doesn't know what the owner is, but she can follow the local customs, and there is nothing wrong with calling her.

It's just that her words are really shocking, and the dart masters on the scene are dumbfounded. Their master has always been a loner, where did the woman come from?

Could it be, it was their master who gave up in chaos and was approached by other women?

But as soon as this thought came to them, they felt that they had blasphemed Sikong Yu.

No, no, no, even if the river goes retrograde and the sun and the moon turn upside down, their master will not be able to do such an immoral thing.

Qi Qi turned his gaze to Sikong Yu, and saw Sikong Yu stop and look back at the woman behind him, her eyes were also slightly open, and her eyes were full of unreasonableness.

This is the master of their sect who did not panic when Mount Tai collapsed! It was also the first time they had seen such a wonderful expression on Sikong Yu's face.

Sikong Yu really couldn't find anything to say, shook his head, entered his room, and closed the door tightly.

Song Zijin bit his lip, walked to the door of Sikong Yu's room, and sat on the stone steps.

The dart masters looked at each other, what should they do? Is it to drive people away, or to entertain people?

Fortunately, at this time, the four of Shangshan Ruoshui returned, and the dart masters seemed to see the backbone.

pulled the four of them aside, gossiped, and explained the situation of Fang Cai.

The four of them were also stunned for a moment, and then secretly looked at Song Zijin.

looks gentle and generous, although sitting on the ground, the posture is not chaotic at all, there is a look in the eyes, it looks like a good woman!

Their master is always alone, although he is cold, he is also lonely, and it is not a long-term solution.

Division:

"Since our sect master didn't drive anyone out, what did you make a mess? Good life hospitality is enough. ”

Si Shan:

"It's cold on the ground, get a futon for someone."

Si Ruo:

"The doorman's dinner is just outside the door. Then clean up a clean room and be ready to go. ”

Division of water:

"You big men, don't go around people."

"Oh~," a few big men snorted around the corner.

"Understood, let's do it!"

Sikong Yu picked up a Buddhist scripture in the house, he has been in the mood for many years, but whenever he is in an impetuous mood, he will pick up the Buddhist scripture and read a paragraph, pure heart and few desires.

But I heard the hustle and bustle outside the house.

"This, Miss Song, don't get cold, take this futon on a mat."

"Thank you."

"Song, Miss Song, this is, the master's dinner, I'll put it here for you."

"Knock knock!" "Knock knock!"

After the knock on the door, it was Song Zijin's arrogant voice.

"Sikong Yu, open the door and bring the dinner in! Don't worry, I'm not going in! ”

Sikong Yu's voice did not fluctuate:

"Not hungry. Don't eat. ”

"He won't eat it, so take it."

Sikong Yu could imagine that when Song Zijin said this, he raised his chin slightly, took a deep breath, and continued to recite his Buddhist scriptures.

"Miss Song, it's cold, we've cleaned up a room for you, why don't you go into the house and rest?"

Sikong Yu put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand and listened carefully.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here to watch. Lest someone hide for another twenty years! ”

Sikong Yu closed his eyes, what was he expecting?

The heart said that where she wants to sit is her freedom, and she can't control it.

The moonlight was getting brighter, and the dart masters peeked at Song Zijin from time to time, packed up their belongings, and prepared to go back to the house to sleep, and before closing the door, they came to ask her again.

"Miss Song, our master will not leave Beijing for the time being in the past two days, why don't you come back tomorrow?"

Song Zijin didn't speak, and the dart masters went back to the house.

The Buddhist scriptures held in Sikong Yu's hand had not turned a page for a long time, and those words seemed to be able to enter his eyes, but they could not enter his mind.

I haven't seen her for twenty years, why is she getting more and more straightforward?

Back then, it was just that he would appear in front of him intentionally or unintentionally. When he saw him, he would pretend to be angry, and his cheeks would bulge, and he would turn his back arrogantly.

When he learned that he had a sweetheart, he just looked at him with red eyes and didn't say anything.

After that, it was only occasionally that I peeked at him from afar. He pretended not to find out.

It wasn't until Empress Yin entered the palace that Song Zijin came to ask him again.

"Since you are destined to be destined, can you marry me?"

At that time, he only thought that she was a little girl who had just started to fall in love, and when the freshness passed, he would no longer be so attentive to him.

But I didn't know that after 20 years, Song Zijin was still Yunying unmarried, and he was even more attentive to him.

He had already stopped his heart, how could he give her hope at will?

In the house, Sikong Yu's Buddhist scriptures couldn't be read anymore, so he put down the book again, lay down on the bed with his clothes closed, and looked at the top of the bed in a daze.

Outside the house, Song Zijin leaned against the door of the house, wrapped his robe, and looked at the moon in the sky, his expression was sad and firm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, only the sound of insects chirping from time to time.

Sikong Yu lightly opened the window and glanced out secretly.

This glance is right with a pair of vigilant and resentful eyes.