Kuaiwen is also a huge fan

"The young master looks very much like the same person." The woman took a bite of the candied haws.

"Who does he look like?" Lin Chujiu asked casually.

"my husband"

The woman slowly uttered these words in her mouth, her voice lingering.

The sun shines into the shadows and falls on the young man.

Even the tiny hairs on the young man's face were clearly visible.

The woman turned her face sideways, her peach blossom eyes full of love and sparkling, looking at the boy.

It seemed like he was saying it to Lin Chujiu, but also like he was saying it to himself.

"Then you and your wife must be very much in love."

Lin Chujiu was still surprised that the woman actually had a family.

In the future, it’s better to walk on another street to avoid misunderstandings.

"Yes, very loving"

It's just that he doesn't know.

"I'm going back first, my sister is still waiting for me."

Lin Chujiu smiled slightly and said goodbye to the woman.

"Mr. Lin, wait!" The woman asked to stay, biting her red lips, her eyes tangled.

"What's the matter with Miss Song?" Lin Chujiu turned around and asked seriously.

"My husband is in the court. I want to go to the temple to pray for my husband's safety. The mountain road is dangerous and the slave family is a little scared. So, can Mr. Lin go with the slave family?"

After the woman finished speaking, she lowered her head.

"I won't go, but I can hire an escort to protect you."

The escorts in Kyoto take all kinds of orders.

It can be regarded as the reward for playing the piano before.

"The slave family has thanked you, sir." The tear stains under the woman's eyes moved a little, and her red lips rose.

The female escort hired by Lin Chujiu.

The price has naturally doubled.

The woman's smile became even wider, and the corners of her peach blossom eyes were also stained with color.

The most beautiful temple in Kyoto is the Peach Blossom Temple on Nanshan Mountain.

There is a century-old peach tree in the temple, which grows in the middle of the main hall. No matter what you ask for, you always tie the bamboo sign with a red rope to the branch.

The tree is full of red rope bamboo signs.

When the wind blows, some bamboo signs that are close together collide and make a sound.

The sound is better than wind chimes.

In front of the peach blossom tree in the temple, an elderly monk with white eyebrows sat meditating.

The old monk was sitting inside the hall, and Song Wenzhu was standing outside the hall.

The old monk struck the wooden fish, and the sound was like an ancient bell, with the marks of time.

"Why doesn't the donor come in?"

"Can mortal women also enter?"

The woman leaned against the door of the palace, raised her cardamom red nails and looked at it, and asked casually.

"Amitabha, there is no mortal world in this world, it's just that people's hearts are dirty."

The woman sneered, pulled off the thin shirt on her shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, and walked into the hall.

The old monk closed his eyes and continued to knock the wooden fish.

"Old monk, why don't you dare to open your eyes?"

The woman's voice was charming and she approached the old monk as if she were boneless.

In the pure land of Buddhism, she insists on doing the opposite.

“The donor’s obsession is too deep, so it’s not a bad idea to let go.”

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The woman pulled up her shirt and laughed loudly as if she had heard a joke, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

"Why should I bear everything for her as my sister?

She is enjoying her life in Yonghua with peace of mind, so I should bear all the torture for her?

Do you know how I spent my time when I was 14?

Have you been through what I've been through?

You ask me to let go, how can I let go! "

The woman's eyebrows were full of madness and paranoia, and her body began to tremble due to excessive emotional fluctuations.

The old monk's eyes had long been opened, and Gujing Wubo spoke.

"Amitabha, please draw lots for the donor."

The bucket of fortune is at Song Wenzhu's feet.

"OK"

Song Wenzhu agreed with a smile, and then kicked the bucket of lottery tickets over. Miraculously, only one lottery ticket fell out.

The old monk picked up the stick with an old voice.

"Ten thousand people are drunk, but one person is awake."

"Donor, please let go as soon as possible"

"Nonsense!" The woman flicked her sleeves and turned to leave.

The man she fell in love with, Song Wenzhu, would never let go.

From the moment the cloak fell on me, I fell in love.

"Amitabha"

The old monk closed his eyes, and the sound of wooden fish sounded again in the hall.

Xingxing ate the candied haws that Lin Chujiu bought for her, smiling from ear to ear.

Lin Chujiu rubbed Xingxing’s head, “I’ll choke you in a while.”

"Hey, the Imperial Master bought Xingxing candied haws. Xingxing was very happy and wanted to laugh."

"fool"

Lin Chujiu smiled softly and looked at the setting sun tenderly.

The most enjoyable thing every day is watching the sunset.

Meng Qingyue covered the bulge on his forehead, and there seemed to be a fishy smell in his mouth. He looked at Shen Yuan who was lying on the tree drinking in confusion.

"Shen Yuan, did you put me in the pond last night? Why does it smell like fish?"

Shen Yuan choked and looked away, "Meng Qingyue, you fell drunk and fell into the pond. I spent a lot of effort to fish it out for you."

"Oh, thank you then." Meng Qingyue, a straightforward man, said his thanks stupidly.

Mainly because Meng Qingyue couldn't remember anything when he was drunk, so Shen Yuan was able to deceive him.

"Wait! Did I fall into the National Master's pond?" Meng Qingyue became anxious.

"Yes," Shen Yuan said.

I am too embarrassed to see the Imperial Master.

Meng Qingyue flew a stone and drove Shen Yuan home, "Go back to your Prince Nie Zheng's palace!"

Shen Yuan knew that he was in the wrong, so he hugged the wine gourd and left.

His expression became more serious.

The one named Xingxing is not simple.

When Shen Yuan went to Fengyue Tower for a drink, he saw a woman whose back looked like Xingxing.

He'd have to check it out.

In a blink of an eye, it’s eleven again.

Lin Chujiu took the candied haws of apples he bought in advance and went to Song Ziwan's place early.

Song Ziwan lost a lot of weight, her chin was pointed, and she was in a trance.

For half a month, she has been plagued by nightmares.

She sees her father asking her why she betrayed him.

In the dream, my father was covered in blood.

And dreamed of a woman.

The eyebrows are somewhat similar.

But she didn't know who it was.

It looks familiar, and my heart still aches.

Lin Chujiu waved the candied haws in front of Song Ziyuan's eyes, and she came back to her senses.

"Brother Chujiu, I'm so scared." Song Ziyuan ate a candied haws, and couldn't bear the grievance anymore, and tears rolled down her face.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here"

Lin Chujiu gently patted the girl's back to comfort the frightened girl.

The last time we met, Song Ziyuan was fine.

"Who have you met recently?" Lin Chujiu asked.

"No, there is usually only a little palace maid who talks to me when no one is around."

Song Ziyuan's eyes were empty, and she was startled when she heard the slightest movement.

"What did that little palace maid talk to you about?"

"What are you talking about? I don't know what you are talking about!"

Song Ziyuan suddenly became excited, covering her head with both hands, her voice was painful.

"Uh-huh, brother Chujiu, I can't remember."

Song Ziyuan's eyes were filled with sadness, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

It seems to be the palace maid's problem.

"Then don't think about it. Zi Wan, just take a nap. My brother will be watching over you. It'll be fine."

Lin Chujiu picked up the thin girl, placed her on the couch, and covered her with a quilt.

"Aster pulls her brother's sleeve and sleeps, so she won't be afraid anymore."

The young man looked at the person on the bed with gentle eyes and stood beside him.

"Brother Chujiu"

The girl held back her tears and closed her eyes, holding onto Lin Chujiu's sleeves with her fingers. After a while, she opened her eyes again and closed her eyes again when she saw that the person was still there.

The young man gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Song Ziwan's eyes.

"Don't be afraid Aster, I'm here."