Although Nazhen is a Tibetan girl, she speaks Chinese with a straightforward word.

Jiang Bo patted her on the shoulder: [Go, I really want to see what the noble grandmother of Lhasa looks like.]

Tibet, this is a place Lin Nuanxi never thought he would come to.

Originally, she just wanted to ask Jiang Bo to let her leave Beitang Yaori, but now the noble manor, the servants' service reminded her of the White Swan Castle again.

This is not what she wants.

[Miss, is the food not to your liking?] Nazhen looked at the silver plate that didn't move much, and asked with concern.

These are made by Chinese masters according to the tastes of Han people, so she should not be unacceptable to the local environment.

[Thank you, I just don't have much appetite.]

Have no appetite? Maybe the climate has affected the appetite. Nazhen obediently packed up the dining plate on the table, turned her head, and looked at Lin Nuanxi writing something in front of the desk.

[Miss, your handwriting is so beautiful.] Although Nazhen speaks Chinese very well, Chinese characters are still a big problem for her. The neatly written pages of paper only have a few words she knows, such as contract, Jiang Bo, servant, heart, and the sun.

[Miss, what are you writing about?] Nazhen asked curiously.

Lin Nuanxi realized that she did not know Chinese characters. Tibet has been very serious since ancient times. Even now, Nazhen is a child of a commoner, so naturally she has no right to read and go to school. Because she was detained as a civilian and enslaved since her birth status.

[Nazhen, do you want to learn Chinese characters?]

There was a clear surprise in Nazhen's eyes, but she lowered her head timidly.

Lin Nuanxi patted her on the shoulder: [I will teach you in the future.]

[Thank you, Miss!] Nazhen's face smiled brightly. She had never come into contact with such an approachable "noble lady".

[Nothing.] Lin Nuanxi smiled gently, looked down at the paper in her hand. This was the result of her thinking for the afternoon. After a pause, Lin Nuanxi looked at the lights on the room opposite: [Young Master Bo is back?]

[The young master just came back from the Sakya Temple, I'll call him for you.]

[No, I'll go by myself.]

Lin Nuanxi was always worried about something in his heart.

I haven't come back to Tibet for a long time. After Jiang Bo settled in Lin Nuanxi, he went to the Sakya Temple to worship.

This place has a special significance for him and Beitang Yaori, and it is also appropriate to go to worship.

Compared to this, Lin Nuanxi was a little concerned about the story of the Decha Jia Dragon King thorned on the body of Yaori in Beitang.

When he arrived in front of Jiang Bo's door, Lin Nuanxi raised his hand to knock on the door. As soon as his hand was raised into the air, he stopped hesitantly.

She didn't know whether she should tell Jiang Bo about this.

[The night here is very cold. You will definitely catch a cold after standing for ten minutes.] The sound inside broke the silence. Jiang Bo had known that she was standing outside.

Lin Nuanxi took a deep breath and pushed the door open and went in.

Jiang Bo was playing with a very exquisite prayer drum while talking: [Zhashidler~]

Lin Nuanxi smiled helplessly: [Young Master Bo, I never thought that you and Yaori would have been monks in the temple for a year.]

The unruly Jiang Bo always had a trace of the same abstinence as Beitang Yaori, perhaps it was from now on.

[If I had been here with Yaori forever, Yaohui might not have died.] Jiang Bo's mouth was shaking a sarcasm.
Chapter completed!