The heroine eavesdropped on her heart, and my villain's character collapsed.

After burning incense as usual, Liu Mingzhu ate a bowl of some noodles in the temple, and then walked around Kiyomizu Temple. Everywhere she went, there would be a bit of nostalgia on her face.

She met her husband in the temple and married into the Liu family as an ordinary female cultivator.

When her husband became the head of the family, she began to work hard as a mistress to assist her husband and bring the Liu family to a higher level.

Two hundred years ago, my husband tried to break through the tribulation period, but failed and became possessed and died.

After that, she, the mistress, took on the burdens on her husband's shoulders, and the Liu family did not suffer from this, but became more prosperous.

"Madam, the plum blossoms behind the temple are blooming again."

The little maid next to her saw a bit of loneliness and sadness on Madam's face, and quickly diverted her attention.

"it is good."

Liu Mingzhu brushed away some sadness from her heart and took the two maids to enjoy the flowers.

The three of them walked around for a while, and one of the little maids suddenly stopped and pointed to a stone pavilion in the distance.

"Madam, it's the young master just now."

Liu Mingzhu looked in the direction the maid pointed and saw Tang Yu sitting in the stone pavilion, so she walked over and smiled.

"Master Tang, have you finished your inspection?"

"After the inspection, let's take a rest here to enjoy the scenery. Shixing happened to be here, so I will stay a little longer."

"Young Master Tang is so talented that it must be a good poem. Can you let me read it?"

Liu Mingzhu was curious. She preferred the talent of men to the cultivation of male cultivators.

After all, for a wealthy family like them, fighting and killing are mostly unfashionable.

Tang Yu took out the West Treasure from the study room from the storage ring and wrote a poem.

After a while, a poem was written.

Liu Mingzhu walked to Tang Yu and bent down to look carefully.

She was so close, and the scent of her body hit his face. This smell alone could make people feel uneasy.

"Widow NB."

Tang Yu admired in his heart.

Liu Mingzhu stared at the poem on the paper and read softly.

"It's spring again on the small street in the south of the city. There are only plum blossoms but no people."

"The jade bones have long become the earth under the spring, and the ink marks are like dust on the wall."

After reading this poem, Liu Mingzhu felt a surge of sadness in her heart, looked at Tang Yu and asked softly.

"Who is this poem written by Mr. Tang?"

"To my late wife."

Tang Yu had an extra piece of jade pendant made of mediocre material, held it in his palm and rubbed it.

"Her talent is too poor and her realm is too low. She is limited by her longevity. Even if she relies on pills to extend her life, there is an upper limit. She has been gone for many years."

Liu Mingzhu looked a little stunned and said with some sympathy in her eyes.

"Could it be that the half of Tang Gongzi's original poem was..."

"Written to her."

Tang Yu's voice was a little hoarse, which made the two little maids beside him feel distressed and wanted to hug him and comfort him.

Liu Mingzhu understood the feeling best and comforted her.

"Any woman who can find such a loving Taoist couple will die without regrets, let alone Mr. Tang, who can't bear to be so depressed."

These words were used by others to comfort her before, but now she used them to comfort Tang Yu.

"Thank you madam for your comfort."

Tang Yu nodded and silently recited Tong Yan Wuji several times in his heart.

Otherwise, if those girls knew that they were making up such lies, they would probably drain themselves dry on the spot and take revenge on themselves.

Picking up the dry ink on the rice paper and looking at it, Tang Yu's fingertips burst into flames and burned the rice paper containing the poem to ashes on the spot.

Then he stood up and said, "I'm done with my business. I'm going back. I'll see you again, madam."

"I also plan to go back and take a walk along the way."

After Liu Mingzhu finished speaking, she called two maids and walked side by side with Tang Yu.

After the two of them walked some distance away from Qingshui Temple, Tang Yu suddenly stopped and pointed to a house next to them.

"This is my cave. Madam, do you want to go in and have a cup of tea before leaving?"

Liu Mingzhu nodded and let the two little maids play by themselves, so that they would not have to stare at Tang Yu later, which would make her a little embarrassed.

Tang Yu's cave is not that big, but the spiritual energy inside is quite abundant, making it a good place for cultivation.

After taking Liu Mingzhu to his seat, Tang Yu took out the tea set and started making tea. Liu Mingzhu was a little surprised by his superb tea skills.

"Young Master Tang is so talented, why do you want to go to Jin Yiwei?"

Liu Mingzhu asked with some curiosity. Although Jinyiwei has great power, it is easy to get involved in some dangerous tasks. For people with little background, entering Jinyiwei is still very risky.

"It's easier to get promoted through meritorious service. If you can't rely on others, you can only rely on yourself."

Tang Yu answered blankly.

"Yes, but it's not easy to be a Jin Yiwei. It's important to consider your own safety in advance."

Liu Mingzhu warned, and after chatting with Tang Yu for a while, she looked at a loquat tree in the center of the courtyard.

There are many flowers, plants and trees planted in the courtyard, all of which are fairy varieties that require spiritual cultivation.

Only the loquat tree was extremely ordinary and seemed out of place.

Liu Mingzhu, who has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Tang, why is there such a mortal loquat tree in the courtyard?"

Tang Yu was silent for a moment, clenched the teacup in his hand and said.

"My wife planted this tree when she died. Now it is as tall as a canopy. I couldn't bear to abandon it, so I planted it here."

Liu Mingzhu was stunned in place, an invisible grief roared out and turned into a sharp knife piercing her chest, like a scar that had not yet healed was torn open with a bloody hole, revealing the rotten flesh inside.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

Liu Mingzhu, who thought she had forgotten the past, started to shed tears all of a sudden. She lay on the table and started shaking slightly, letting out an inaudible cry.

At this moment, she was no longer the mistress of the Liu family, nor was she a Mahayana monk.

But a wounded and fragile lonely woman.

Tang Yu gently put down the teacup in his hand, walked to Liu Mingzhu and hugged the woman into his arms.

"what are you doing?"

Tang Yu's sudden move caused Liu Mingzhu to stop crying for a moment, and she looked at Tang Yu with a bit of surprise in her eyes.

It was only after seeing that gentle and somewhat sad face that the sharpness in her eyes disappeared.

"I don't do anything, I just feel the same pain as my wife."

Tang Yu hugged the Pearl Lady tightly and said softly: "Even if it's just for a moment, let us people who live in the past cling to each other for a while."

Liu Mingzhu bit her lips, hugged Tang Yu tightly and cried.

After all these years, the pain she had suppressed in her heart was finally released.

A drizzle of rain fell with the wind, and the falling loquat leaves made a tiny crackling sound, adding a bit of sadness.

Tang Yu hugged the Pearl Lady and patted her back gently from time to time.

When the crying stopped, Liu Mingzhu let go of Tang Yu and looked at Tang Yu with a pair of reddish eyes.

PS: It’s the National Day holiday. If a boy with no one to accompany you privately messages me, I’ll give you a punch. You’re useless. Girls who have no one to accompany them can also chat with me privately. I will also give you a punch. You are useless too.