… … … …

That finger continued to tap the armrest of the rosewood.

"Check him?" the man chuckled. "Check what he does."

"He is very strange. A Confucian scholar who can write poems about falling flowers cannot be unknown. But we have never heard of this name before. Suddenly such a character appears. It is very strange."

"Can't he be low-key?"

The voice paused and said quietly: "We just lacked people in the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, so he appeared in Zhongnan, just like arranging. The second master met him in the Great Chu Dynasty in mid-March, and the master attacked the spring sacrifice at the end of February. Although it is difficult to travel around in the past half month, there are too many ways to deliver messages on the mountain. What if it is arranged by the enemy."

“It makes sense.”

"It's good for the master to train."

"Embroidered Maiden." The man whispered.

"I'm here."

"Did you let you take over Nansi with all your power, and your heart will begin to be wild?"

"I dare not!"

A heavy kneeling sound came from behind.

"I remember, when I first came back, I told you the rules." The man was slow. "You are just a knife in the master's hand, just sharp enough, and you don't need to think about it yourself."

"You have to do what I didn't ask you to do now." The master chuckled. "Do you want to be your master too?"

"I know I am wrong, I know I am wrong, I will calm down, lord!" Xiu Mei sobbed and her voice was terrified.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of kowtows echoed in the hall.

"Don't cry."

The hall suddenly became quiet, with only fragmentary sobs occasionally coming out from the fingers, but the next moment it was swallowed back into the mouth.

The man said leisurely: "The last time I will give you away if my heart is wild."

His lips curled up. "I'll give it to Ziyu and let him teach you the rules."

Xiu Mei's body trembled, she wanted to speak but stopped, but she still didn't dare to take down her hand covering her mouth.

The man's muffled kowtow sounded again behind him.

"What else is there."

"Master, the second master woke up, the doctor said..."

"Next."

"Yes, master. Yesterday morning at Shili Pavilion, the old man in a cloth clothes wearing a Nanhua scarf that Lan Yuqing and the others welcomed may not be a person from Wangquezhou. According to an informant, on the way back to the mountain, Lan Yuqing said, "It is a great honor for me to come here." But after that, there was no other words."

"The Anzi who was placed in the temple by Yulin Weinansi was not sure who he was. The only thing that could be confirmed was the 'distinguished guest' from a very far place. Qingjingzi went down the mountain to pick him up, blocked everyone around him, and received him alone. What he said was unknown."

The man touched his chin and smiled softly. "Real person? Will Taoist real person in the seventh realm come to this little rushing Xuguan? Just because of his pure son? She Lan Yuqing deliberately fooled me, knowing that this words would come into my ears."

"The master is wise."

"But this old man is a big change. Keep staring and sending more people to the outside world to find out who he is. In addition, I will find me the last person to participate in the debate on Confucianism and Taoism at any cost."

"I obey the order!"

Zhao Rong felt cold.

That is ice that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Because Qingjun.

He finally found Qingjun from afar.

On a sunny afternoon, in the four palaces of Taiqing, there was a lake with willows swaying. The lake was rosy and the summer wind was warm. Qingjun was facing away from him, bent down to pick lotus, and was wearing a red dress, like a quiet flame.

Qingjun grabbed the corner of her skirt with one hand and reached the graceful green lotus with the other hand, still like the little girl who ate lotus seeds when she was a child, but he was picking it at that time, and she grabbed the corner of her clothes with a smile on her face.

He was nervous, and the closer he walked, the closer he was to her, the more timid he became.

One step, two steps, three steps

She was finally in front of her.

This journey that spanned hundreds of thousands of miles north and south of Wangquezhou was finally crossed step by step by step.

He looked at the woman with a red ribbon in front of him, a light waist, and a white wrist bending over to pick lotus.

He reached out his hand gently and wanted to hold her ponytail again, but she was alert to turn around.

She saw him.

He saw her, too.

She frowned tightly, then stretched out, her eyes fading.

He stared with breath, stretched out his hand, spreading his palms.

A piece of mutton fat jade soaked in sweat is inlaid with palms.

The side facing upwards is engraved with "Beautiful jade and silk tassels".

The woman pinched it at will.

Gently throw it into the lotus pond.

The man smiled relaxedly.

Wave your hand and turn and leave.

A good man is still beautiful after thousands of miles away, but he is no longer a teenager.

The face of human beings is still beautiful, but she is no longer young.

The summer sun is warm and the breeze is just right.

But he walked slowly, as if he had entered a sea of ​​clouds brewing with ice and snow. There was resistance all around him and his body was covered with coldness. But he didn't want to look back and walked straight into the wind and snow...

Zhao Rong felt the coldness.

That is ice that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

The heart twitched violently.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhao Rong gasped and found that he was soaking in the cold medicine bath at this moment, looking around, where he was resting in the manor of Lanxi Lin.

It turned out that everything just happened was just a dream.

He vaguely remembered that after he came back from Youweizhai, he ate a supper from his servant, and then began his daily practice. After that, he was tired and devoted himself to the medicine bath. He seemed to want to soak in more water and then go to bed to rest, but he leaned into the medicine poke and fell asleep in a daze.

Zhao Rong felt lost, sighed, wiped his face hard with both hands, and got up to leave the already cold medicine bath.

I glanced out the window casually. It seemed that it was midnight and the rain had stopped.

After a while of busyness, Zhao Rong casually put on a robe and tied a wide belt around his waist.

This style of clothing with a charity and belt is very popular among the famous scholars in Zhongnan. It is not only elegant and free, but also comfortable to wear.

Zhao Rong slowly walked to the bronze mirror in the room, looked at the face inside the mirror that was originally green but was polished by the wind and frost for the past few months, and was stunned.

He once looked up outside Longquan Mountain and looked forward to the closer and closer departure ferry.

He once looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds outside the window on the ferry in Qingfeng Pavilion, silently staring at the vast sea of ​​clouds.

He once quietly browsed the green waters and green mountains, the ancient roads at dusk, and the smoke from the farmhouse cooking on the back of a horse.

Or on the night when everything is asleep, hold the pair of jade signs and wait for the dawn.

He had imagined countless possibilities and countless meetings.

When I held the jade token and walked up to her.

She might suddenly crash into her arms, and her clothes were wet.

She might snatch the jade token, smash it to pieces, and grit her teeth.

She might not say a word, turn around and leave, and never come back.

Zhao Rong originally thought that no matter what the ending was, he could accept it calmly, face it calmly, and not be burdened by love.

but.

What happened to the sudden heart thrust in that dream just now?

Her heart was like that jade tablet, and she threw it into the lotus pond. The water splashed and sank to the bottom of the lake. She was slowly covered by the cold mud for the rest of her life until she could not beat the heavy pressure that could not be tolerated, and she was relieved.

Zhao Rong rubbed his face hard.

He began to realize that along the way, as he became more familiar with the world, the more memories awakened, the closer he was to her, the deeper the bonds became.

Those memories that thought were just a blip are now deeply imprinted in my mind.

It’s like strong wine entering the throat, spring rain entering the soil, rivers entering the sea.

Not just about Qingjun's memory, her memory is an introductory or a fuse that speeds up and makes herself aware of this change.
To be continued...