The black sheep looked at Chen Changsheng quietly, and suddenly lowered his head and gently pushed his forehead.

Chen Changsheng would have been mistaken, touched his body, found that he didn't bring anything to eat, looked up, and saw a few fire loquat knots on the tree on the right hand, seeing that the fruit was just ripe, he made a silent hand gesture to the black sheep, took it off on tiptoe, and then handed it to its head.

The black sheep tilted his head slightly, still looking at him quietly. This made him feel a little embarrassed, and he always felt that his eyes seemed to be laughing at himself, and he couldn't help but feel a little at a loss, and at this moment, the black sheep lowered his head, swallowed the fire loquat into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he seemed to have accomplished a very remarkable thing.

After the black sheep had finished chewing the fruit, he pushed his knees again, and then walked towards the autumn forest. The last time in the palace, when it showed Chen Changsheng the way, it did this, Chen Changsheng followed it forward, thinking to himself where he was going to take him? Just thinking about it, he saw the light on Lin's side.

It was still the stone table, an oil lamp, a pot of tea, two teacups, and the middle-aged woman who couldn't speak.

Chen Changsheng saluted the middle-aged woman, his expression was calm, but his mood was a little nervous - he knew that the black sheep had a very special status in the Great Zhou Palace, and it was rumored that only Mo Yu could get close, but tonight the black sheep followed the middle-aged woman to the Baicao Garden, so who was this middle-aged woman?

In the past, he thought that the middle-aged woman was a female official in the palace, and even the leader of those extremely powerful female officials, but now it seems that her status may be even higher.

He thought of a certain possibility, but immediately vetoed that possibility in his heart, because the world knows that the saint is bright and shining, and he was the most famous beauty in the mainland during the Taizong period, if it was really that saint, how could he deliberately modify his appearance to see such a small person as himself?

Finding that it was Chen Changsheng, the middle-aged woman didn't have a surprised look, just looked at the black sheep and raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she didn't approve of it bringing him here, the black sheep guessed that she didn't want to disturb, and after taking Chen Changsheng to Qiulin's side, she turned around and left, not making eye contact with her at all.

The tuk tuk sounded softly, and the woman's fingers tapped on the stone table.

Chen Changsheng sat down, picked up the teapot and filled the two teacups, and respectfully brought one of the teacups to the woman.

The woman picked up the teacup with two fingers, like picking up a pebble by the river, and brought it to her lips and drank it slowly.

Chen Changsheng picked up the teacup with two hands, like holding a night pearl, and brought it to his lips to blow gently.

The woman looked at him like this, and laughed silently, with an indescribably free and natural expression, as if she was laughing at him for being too cautious.

"It's too hot, not because of anything else. ”

Chen Changsheng explained with some embarrassment. Then remembering that she couldn't speak, and she didn't seem to be able to hear a sound, she put the teacup on the table and made a few gestures.

Then, it's time to drink tea.

Just like the first time they met in the Baicao Garden that night, the woman and the boy did not do anything to talk, but sat down and drank tea, and their eyes rarely fell on each other.

Chen Changsheng was very accustomed to this kind of atmosphere, which reminded him of his senior brother again, and he didn't know how his senior brother was doing in the old temple in Xining Town now, and when he would be willing to come to Kyoto.

He didn't know that Mo Yu had already sent people to Xining Town, where people had already gone to the temple, and Ji Daoren and his rest of the senior brothers didn't know where they went.

Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the middle-aged woman's body and stayed for a moment.

He has always wanted to enter the palace to meet the black dragon, but he has never been able to find a way out, and there is no way to ask the black sheep for this kind of thing...... Tonight, guessing that this middle-aged woman's status in the palace was extraordinary, he suddenly wanted to ask the other party, how could he sneak into the palace? Have you ever heard of a black dragon?

No matter how you look at it, he is looking for death by doing this - asking a mysterious palace nobleman how to sneak into the palace, and even more inquiring about the absolute taboo of the level like the black dragon, what is it to not look for death?

But I don't know why, he always feels that the other party will be willing to sue him, and he won't hurt himself.

He has lived with Brother Yu Rensince he was a child, and he has always felt that deaf and mute people are good-hearted and good people, and when he looks at this woman, he easily thinks of his senior brother, feels kind, and feels that he can be trusted, just like the first feeling that many people have when they see him, and when she reached out and stroked his face that night, it reminded him of a person he hadn't remembered for a long time, or rather, a noun that he hadn't remembered for a long time.

He was an orphan, and those two people or nouns never existed in his life, so it was naturally difficult to remember, and naturally it was easy not to remember them for a long time.

The hot tea in the teapot is always poured, and the hot mist on the teacup can never dissipate, but with the night breeze slightly, the mist drifts away somewhat.

Chen Changsheng's hands, changing rapidly in front of him, expressed his meaning.

The woman watched his movements expressionlessly, the previous peaceful atmosphere had been replaced by coldness, and it was obvious that she was a little unhappy because of Chen Changsheng's question.

When Chen Changsheng finished asking about the black dragon, she raised her right hand and used her three fingers to make a few random strokes in the night wind.

The movements of her fingers were as elusive as a breeze, and if it weren't for Chen Changsheng's keen eyesight and very attentiveness, he wouldn't have been able to see it clearly, let alone explain what she meant.

Of course, knowing what she meant, there was nothing to be happy about.

She asked Chen Changsheng: Aren't you afraid of death?

Chen Changsheng said by gesture that he didn't want to die, but commitment was a very important thing, and he might face some troublesome problems immediately, if he didn't solve it well, he might never have a chance to enter the palace again, and he would never have a chance to meet the black dragon again, so he would take the risk to ask her.

Qiulin was cold, and the woman looked at him quietly for a long time, and suddenly laughed silently, and gestured: It seems that you are really not afraid of death.

The first sentence is not afraid of death, which represents her displeasure and threat to him, and this sentence is not afraid of death, which represents her judgment of him.

That's what she admires most about him.

The woman reached out and dipped her teacup in it, wrote a word on the table, and then got up and walked towards the palace.

The black sheep didn't know where to come out of the garden, followed her and walked towards the forest, and glanced back at Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng wanted to send her to the secret door on the palace wall like he did last time, but he was worried that the word on the table would disappear, so he had to stay.

The tea is black tea, and the soup is thick and red, and it is written very clearly on a slightly gray stone table.

That's an "ice" word.

Chen Changsheng was a little puzzled, and when he looked up, where could he still see the figure of the woman and the black sheep.

He and the woman could not converse, and they spoke in a mute language, which was a real riddle.

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(Today, in fact, is the third day of the cold, the first two days were particularly uncomfortable, and it was particularly difficult to write, but I was embarrassed to say, but today I am really in a good state, and I am more satisfied with the writing...... It would be nice if I could keep it all the time.,This needs to be saved.,The next chapter is about 8:20.00.,I'll see if I can try to save the manuscript.。 ）