The visitor was dressed in a spotless moon-white brocade robe, and his satin-like long hair was tied up casually, blown by the wind, and slightly raised.
His complexion is as pale as jade, and his eyes seem to have gathered the aura of the world, and when he looks back inadvertently, the brilliance flows. Tall and tall, elegant and unparalleled.
"Here, Yu Chiyan is a close friend of Sanskrit." Yu Chiyan coughed a few times as he spoke, and the cold medicinal fragrance lingered all over his body. "It just so happened that this king came to him to fetch the medicine, so I will take you in together."
Shen Jiayan bowed: "Thank you, my lord."
"Since you have this Buddha string on your body, you must be a very important person for Sanskrit. So, just like him, you can call me Ziyan." Yuchiyan seemed to be in extremely poor health, and he would stop like this after walking two steps Coughing and coughing a few times, a sick blush appeared on his face.
Shen Jiayan quickly shied away: "Go back to the prince, I just picked up this Buddha string, I don't dare to take it for myself, and naturally I dare not be worthy of the prince's peer."
Yu Chiyan paused slightly, and said "no problem" after a while. It's just that Shen Jiayan didn't mention the matter of making him call him "Zi Yan".
In the temple, the ancient cypresses are green and the sandalwood incense is curling up, but the sound of birdsong is heard.
Yuchiyan took Shen Jiayan around the temple with ease, and the winding path led to a secluded place, which was Sanskrit's meditation room.
Gently opened the door and went in, Sanskrit was lying in front of the desk. Lihua's desk is covered with rice paper, on which is an unfinished painting. The painting is only half done, the peach blossoms of Kazuki, and the fallen petals on the ground are colorful. A young man was sleeping leisurely on the peach petals, his sleeping state was fresh and natural, it should be a good dream.
The only pity is that the boy hasn't added any eyebrows yet. Otherwise, you can see how stunning it is.
Looking at the painting, Yu Chiyan's heart sank inexplicably, but he still pretended to smile and joked: "Sanskrit, there is a saying of finishing touches in ancient times. If you don't paint eyebrows and eyes, maybe you are also afraid that this boy will walk out of the painting and disappear. No?"
"No." Sanskrit didn't want the painting to be seen by others, and after the ink dried, he put the painting away and asked, "Have you finished your medicine again?"
"Ahem, the situation in the court is treacherous recently, and I am such a broken body, so it is inevitable that I will take the medicine faster." Yu Chiyan laughed at himself, "Isn't the Flower God Festival coming soon? The crown prince and Lao Liu are fighting like a raging fire. Compete for this errand. After all, there are not many opportunities to win over the ministers openly like this, and at the same time dispatch the six ministries to take advantage of the opportunity to enrich themselves. The snipe and the clam fight, but I, a fisherman who does not want to profit, suffer."
Sanskrit poured snow water into a purple clay pot and boiled it. Pieces of green tea leaves slowly floated to the surface of the water and then slowly sank, fluttering up and down, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.
"The emperor is old after all, and he doesn't want to see them fighting each other again. This matter is a reminder." Fanyin shook his head, "It's a pity that the crown prince and the sixth prince still can't understand."
"Yeah, father is old after all." Yu Chiyan sipped the tea in the cup one by one, and the sorrow on his brows seemed to disappear completely, "I can only come to you if I come here." Stealing Fusheng has half a day of leisure. Now that the leisure has been stolen, I have to go back, and there are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with in the Ministry of Rites!"
Fanyin handed the medicine in his hand to Yuchi Yan, and said "Treasure".
Yu Chiyan looked at Sanskrit, then glanced at Shen Jiayan, there seemed to be some worry in his brows, but he still didn't say anything in the end.
He believed that if even he could see that this young man might be Sanskrit's catastrophe, then it was impossible for Sanskrit's intelligence not to be able to withstand this. Then there is no need for him to say more.
Yu Chiyan covered his lips and coughed a few times, his eyes regained their calmness.
After Yu Chiyan left, Sanskrit asked Shen Jiayan, "Why did you make yourself so embarrassed?"
Shen Jiayan wiped his face casually, and the blood and mud marks on his face were immediately mixed together, and even the original fair and tender complexion could not be seen.
Shen Jiayan told how Yan's original plan to frame him and how he escaped. At the end, he mysteriously took out the Buddha string from his bosom, and handed it to Sanskrit like a treasure: "Master, look, it's a good thing I brought it out."
Sanskrit followed the trend and looked over, the Buddha strings were exactly what he had scattered in the Su residence that day. Never thought that Su Yichen would find them all one by one.
Shen Jiayan put the Buddha string into Sanskrit's palm, and pointed to the end to show him: "There are still a few beads that I haven't found, so I added a few red beans to Master. Look at the black beads against the vermilion Red beans are also very pretty, aren’t they?”
Since ancient times, red beans are the most lovesick.
Sanskrit threw the Buddha string out subconsciously: "Nonsense! How can Buddha beads be strung together with red beans?"
"Why not?" Shen Jiayan looked at Sanskrit, his eyes were clear and clean, they were even more innocent than that ignorant child, "Master doesn't like red beans?"
It was only then that Sanskrit remembered that Su Yichen's biological mother had passed away early, and Yan would definitely not teach him these things about love. So it was understandable that he didn't know what it meant to give red beans. I'm afraid he really just thinks that red beans look good, right
Fanyin thought about the reason for Su Yichen, and immediately felt guilty for his attitude just now.
Shen Jiayan lowered his head, and there was a faint cry in his voice: "Master, do you not like that Buddha string, or do you not like me?"
Sanskrit stood with his hands behind his back, neither spoke nor moved. But looking carefully, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the center of his brows was also slightly wrinkled, obviously looking helpless.
Sanskrit wanted to comfort Su Yichen, but he had never comforted others, so he didn't know what to say for a while. I just feel that even the most profound Dharma has no difficulty in coaxing people to come.
It was Shen Jiayan who moved first.
He slowly bent down to pick up the Buddha string, and wiped the dust on his clothes. His nose was red, and tears flickered in his eyes: "Master, do you want it?" There was a Sanskrit voice saying "no", and the tears rolled down immediately.
Sanskrit had no choice but to stretch out his hand and let Shen Jiayan help him put the Buddha string on.
While wearing it, Shen Jiayan thought secretly: the original employer said he liked Fanyin, and Fanyin kept avoiding him; what if he didn't say he liked it, but just subtly influenced it
Shen Jiayan looked at the Buddha string in Sanskrit's hand, pursed his lips and smiled, it seemed that it was not useless. At least, this is a good start.
Sanskrit covered the Buddha string in his hand with his wide sleeves. Maybe he didn't even realize that when he faced Su Yichen, he had already started to indulge a lot more than others.
When a person is willing to take a step back for another person, it has already indicated that he will take countless steps back for him in the future.
In the following days, Shen Jiayan lived in Tingchan Temple as a matter of course.
first day.
"Master, this is a vegetarian dish I made for you. Would you like to try it?"
"Being a teacher is not..." Hungry.
"Master, I made this vegetarian dish for an hour and a half."
"Okay." Fanyin said helplessly, "Bring it here and let me have a taste."
the next day.
"Master, shall I wait for you to take a bath? I can also wipe your back for you."
"As a teacher, you can wash yourself."
"Master, you see that I burned my hand when I boiled hot water for you just now, and there is still a blister here."
"If you don't mind working hard..."
"I don't think so!"
third day.
"Master, let me comb your hair for you. I made a new comb."
"It's not necessary for a teacher."
"Master, I cut off my hand when I was making a comb."
"Yun Chen." Sanskrit called Shen Jiayan restrainedly, "I have no hair for a teacher."
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