Hanzhen sat at the table, playing with the wick of the lamp with a hairpin, muttering to herself, "I wonder if that golden leaf has returned to Yangzhou now."
Miyun came in with a basin and happened to hear these words. She laughed and said sarcastically: "Princess, even if Master Ye crawled, he would have arrived by now. Why are you worrying about him? If you are worried about him, just say it..."
Hanzhen was embarrassed, and her cheeks were flushed, whether it was because of the light or something else. She glared at Miyun with her eyes slanted, pretending to be angry and said, "Miyun, you little bastard, you only know how to tease people! Am I that kind of person? I would never fall in love with that shameless Jin Ye Zi who follows me around like a little tail."
Miyun put down the basin and was in a very good mood. She continued to tease her: "Then what did you do with the mother's things, Princess?"
"I... this... was forced upon me by him. Humph, I can have as much of this kind as I want, I don't want it." Han Zhen was stunned for a moment, then looked disdainful and disdainful.
"Then why do you hold it in your arms all day? Don't think I didn't see you holding it in your palm and fiddling with it for a long time just now." Mi Yun didn't let her find excuses and spoke directly to the point.
Hanzhen opened her mouth, her face flushed, as if her thoughts were guessed. She stared at Miyun for a long while: "... You stinky girl, you're asking for a beating."
"Haha, I will go to pay my respects to Her Majesty in a moment, so that Her Majesty can rest assured and not worry about the princess not being able to get married."
"Stinky girl! Who can't get married?" Hanzhen smiled and stood up, pretending to strangle her. The two of them laughed and ran out of the house, and their laughter echoed in the lonely night sky. Little did they know that while the spring scenery was warm here, the wind and rain were sad over there.
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The rain continued to fall for several days after Zhao Pei left and refused to stop. The deep courtyard was quiet and peaceful, and the sound of chanting could be faintly heard through the open door, obscured by the mist and rain.
There were two people sitting face to face in the room, they were Liao Wu and Zhi Tong.
Master Liao Wu slowly put away the wooden fish and put it aside. He looked across at Zhi Tong who was chanting with his eyes closed and said, "Let's end today. Your mind is not at peace."
Zhitong slowly opened his eyes, with waves surging in the depths of his eyes.
"Ever since that man came to the temple, Zhitong's heart has been uneasy. Why? These twenty years of cultivation are not as good as that one day and night?" Liaowu turned his head to look at him, and saw the helplessness and pain hidden on his quiet brows.
"Zhi Tong is ashamed, and I would like to ask for your guidance, Master."
"I thought nothing in this world could shake you, but I didn't expect you still have a weak spot. Zhitong, you still have a mortal heart. I just want to tell you, 'Originally there is nothing, so where can dust gather?' No one belongs to anyone in this world. Zhitong's heart doesn't belong to anyone. The only thing to do is let go."
Zhitong looked at him, smiled bitterly and said nothing. How could he not let go? He thought he had let go long ago. He fiercely wiped the heart that had fallen into the mortal world, and finally ruthlessly pulled it out by the roots, and threw the bloody flesh aside. He thought that he would not feel pain without a heart, but he did not expect that when he met her again, his already empty chest began to ache again. The endless pain that came from the depths of his heart, with the memories of his previous life, overwhelmed him completely for a while. His mind was full of all the memories of this woman.
Liao Wu stared at him for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed: "I'm afraid that the days in Yaoguang Temple will not be peaceful in the future." Just as he finished speaking, You'an knocked on the door and poked his head in, saying hesitantly: "Master... a lot of people came outside, saying that they must see Uncle Zhitong. They said... they won't leave if they can't see him..."
Zhitong and Liaowu looked at each other. Zhitong was silent for a while, smiled faintly and stood up: "Let's go." What is coming will come, how can he escape? (To be continued)