Twenty-three, Xihui Pavilion

On the outskirts of the city, Yanyu Garden, retreat from the city.

Yu Qingcun stood in front of the window with his back to the wall, motionless for a long time. Letters written by Lin Zhijun were scattered on the case behind him. When the cold wind hit, the paper fell on the ground.

"... Zhijun is trapped in the dust, and I don't know how many people he has seen on weekdays. But like Mr. Shen, he will never do treachery and cheat relatives and friends. Although Zhijun did not know why Mr. Shen hid his identity, he was very clear about how deeply he treated him because of bystanders. I'm afraid that there is no mutual confidant like the two gentlemen in the world. But please be relieved for the time being, and everything will be known in the future. ......”

Yuqing wrapped Lin Zhijun's words in her heart, and only a trace of bitterness appeared on her lips.

What else do you have to do in the future, and what can you know? He has already been the abbot of Guangtai Temple. The Great New Dynasty promoted Buddhism, and the status of the abbot of Guangtai Temple is almost as high as that of the prince general in the court. Since these days, I have heard that he tried his best to help Juncheng and devoted himself to all kinds of Buddhist chanting affairs all day long. The Great New Dynasty has almost all people believe in Buddhism, and Juncheng's country is getting stronger and stronger day by day.

Is there any clear shadow in his heart? Yu Qing has three words, but I'm afraid he will never read them again.

Over these days, he has been reading books or gossiping with neighboring farmers every day, and sometimes playing a song alone. He just gets busy and doesn't think about the annoying things. Perhaps, as time goes by, you can gradually forget it.

Only Lin Zhijun's letter suddenly taught the past, and he couldn't help the endless pain. Yu Qingcun only felt that his hands and feet would become heavy again. He quickly moved to the side of the case, took a small bottle, poured out a pill, swallowed it down, sat for a while, and then improved.

His illness is very strange, and he has also invited some well-known doctors to see it. They all said that he should not have such symptoms. They played with the pill for a long time, and finally couldn't say why. After that, Yu Qingcun didn't care about it. In short, these pills of Juncheng can be restrained, and there is no need to worry too much.

Thinking of Jun Cheng, Yuqing didn't feel sad in his heart. After leaving the palace that day, he hid in the countryside and only planned to live silently for the rest of his life and avoid many stories from afar. I don't want Juncheng to send people to ask for warmth from time to time, and those pills have never stopped.

What exactly does Juncheng think?

No matter what, he has lost this king in this life. Love actually teaches people helplessness like this, but why do you fall in love and don't love yourself? How can there be a desolation between the three of them?

On this day, Yu Qingcun thought about it and finally felt at ease. He carried the piano and wanted to quietly go out of the Zhuangmen and leave alone.

When Housekeeper Yu saw him like this, he was determined not to allow it. In the end, I can't resist him. I had to wrap him in a thick wind haze and go out with him.

Yu Qingcun went to the Xihui Pavilion again - the witness place of the past.

The stream returned to the pavilion, except for the pine, the grass and trees were all sad and yellow. This day is cloudy and cold, the wind and smoke are wild, and the sky is vast, and it is full of depression.

Yu Qingcun Fuqin's lap, facing the cold mountain and wild fog, turning the palace merchants, did not sigh with the desolate sound. As the saying goes: brush your cold fingers, one song and one sad.

I don't know how long it took. Yu Qingcun stopped the sound of the piano and looked blankly at the forest in front of the pavilion. There was a beautiful Shen Fang out of there.

In his mind, he suddenly saw a flash of green shirts in Lin Yan. Yu Qingcun stood up in a trance and thought that he had been immersed in the past for a long time, and even had hallucinations. When you look at it, there is a cyan figure. When the man saw that he was found out, he turned around and wanted to leave in a hurry.

Yu Qingcun suddenly beat his heart and couldn't help but get up and chase the man. When he chased to the forest under the pavilion, he saw the man getting up faster and faster. He unconsciously shouted, "Xhen Fang!"

But when the man heard the sound, he stopped, but did not turn around.

Yu Qingcun took a few steps and stopped, only looking at the man.

The man was dressed in a green cotton robe, wearing a hood, but he had a medicine basket on his shoulder, and some herbs were collected in it. With a straight figure, there is naturally a condensive momentum.

The two stood silently. The housekeeper Yu quickly cleaned up the things in the pavilion, rushed up, held Yu Qingcun, tightened the wind cloak that he had scattered away, and stopped talking. He only whispered, "Sir--" Then he looked at the man in blue doubtfully.

The man in blue slowly turned around, raised his hand gently, pulled down the hood, put his palms together, and saluted. He hung a circle of Buddha beads on his palm, and there was no hair under the hood, and only a few fragrant scars were on the top of his head. He was looking at Yu Qingcun quietly and didn't say anything. There are no waves in the eyes.

Lao Yu hurried to look at it, but when he saw his eyebrows, it was the Shen Fang of the past. Suddenly, he replied respectfully and said, "Master Jinglian."

Suddenly, Yu Qingcun's body trembled and he couldn't help shaking up. He quickly turned around and held Yu Qingcun.

Yu Qingcun looked at such a Shen Fang, strange, but so familiar. This is the first time he has seen Shen Fang who looks like a monk. The wind came, and the cold forest spirit danced, but when he saw that his dark eyes were calm, his eyebrows were covered with Tsinghua, and he was dressed as a monk, he was still as old as before.

Master Jinglian! For a moment, the old days and today, overlapping, wrapped in great sadness, came to my mind.

Yu Qingcun couldn't stand it and took a step back. Suddenly, a heavy fatigue swept over, but he felt that his hands and feet invaded again, and he was unstable and fell straight down. Lao Yu was shocked and grabbed it and didn't pull it, but sat down with him. When I raised my eyes again, I suddenly saw a wisp of blood gradually overflowing the corners of the jade lips. Lao Yu couldn't help but be shocked and said sadly, "Sir--" He was at a loss.

Jinglian was also shocked. She ran over, picked up Yu Qingcun's upper body, stretched out her finger and pointed at him. Yu Qingcun coughed, swallowed a few times with difficulty, and finally stopped the blood flow.

Jinglian took Yu Qingcun's wrist, cut her finger to the wrist, and meditated a little. Then she asked Lao Yu, "Housekeeper Yu, have you ever brought that pill?" Lao Yu finally took out a small bottle from his arms, poured out the pills, and asked in a choking voice, "Is this it?" Jinglian took over and sniffed her nose and nodded. But looking at the pill, there was a strange look on his face, as if he was gratified and hateful. He hesitated for a moment, and finally put the pill into Yu Qingcun's mouth, and lowered his head and slowly rubbed Yu Qingcun's limbs.

Yu Qingcun half lay in Jinglian's arms and smelled the similar green pine-like breath on his body. He unconsciously sighed and indulged. After a while, he gradually recovered. He looked up at Jinglian's side face and saw that he was still rubbing with his eyes hanging down. He could only see the expression on his face clearly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Yu Qingcun was stunned for a long time. Fang couldn't explain whether he was sad or surprised and hesitated, "You--"

Jinglian looked up when she heard the sound, but saw that Yu Qingcun's expression was extremely complicated. He stopped and only looked deeply at Yu Qingcun. There was a faint emotion in his eyes, like pity and infinite tenderness. He directly taught Yu Qingcun that he did not dare to guess.

For a long time, Fang whispered, "Qing Cun, you should believe in me."

Yu Qingcun was stunned when he heard the words, and his heart flashed through a large amount of confusion. This is very familiar, but I don't know where I heard him say it. Yuqing thought hard and suddenly remembered that in the inn that day, Shen Fang whispered in his ear, "Qingcun, in this case, you must believe Shen Fang in the future." His heart was shocked. He only looked at Jinglian, and his eyes were extremely confused.

Butler Yu looked aside, and his heart was almost bloody. This child actually likes a person to such a point. He couldn't help but look at Jinglian as if pleading.

Jinglian has stood up, only stared at Yu Qingcun's eyes, and said lightly, "The martial arts taught that day, please don't put it down. Take care of the benefactor." After saying that, he gently closed his palms, bowed slightly and saluted, raised his hand and put on a hood, and turned around and floated away.

This "jade benefactor" hit Yuqing's heart like a sledgehammer. This Jinglian, only for a moment, is the speech and attitude of a little different. Yuqing was heartbroken and completely puzzled. He stared at Jinglian away and opened his mouth, but he couldn't exhale. Seeing that the cyan figure gradually disappeared in the forest smoke and wild fog, there was no place to look for...