Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

When it comes to Yan He, he has to be emo, and then he and You Su will be separated.

He continued to be a monk in the Huguo Temple, and she continued to be a prairie princess.

Don't take the opportunity to spend more time together.

See you again in the future, I don’t know when that will be.

Yan Rui finds it difficult to be a brother.

My sister is disobedient, but I can’t just ignore her or tie her up.

Don't let him follow.

"Think about it again."

Qing'an delivered the things and returned to the west yard.

The Buddhist disciple closed his eyes, muttered something, and sat upright between heaven and earth.

When his face is expressionless, he looks extremely cold.

As if he sensed the intrusion of another aura, he opened his eyes and looked over without waiting for the other party to speak.

Afraid of disturbing him.

Qing An was still a little hesitant about whether to step forward, but now he quickly said, "Brother Jia Xuan, the persimmons have been delivered to the female donor."

"Well, please."

"No matter where, it's just a small matter."

Wait for someone to leave.

The Buddhist looked at the persimmon tree for a long time before he slowly closed his eyes: "Amitabha."

The persimmon tree, laden with fruits, is still bright yellow. If you look closely, you will find that they are located high up.

The persimmons that were hanging high yesterday are now empty.

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Yan He stayed in the yard for a day, took three doses of medicine, and went to bed early.

If you catch a cold, your body will naturally become weaker.

I fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't even wake up when the bell rang for turning off the lights and going to bed.

The temple was quiet; the bells and Buddhist chants from the daytime had all stopped.

But in this situation, she woke up suddenly without any warning.

I feel a little thirsty again.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally got out of bed.

The teapot on the table was empty. She gently opened the door and wanted to take a look at the small kitchen next door.

A faint woody scent wafted through the air.

He retracted his foot that had already stepped forward and subconsciously walked towards the closed door.

Almost the moment the door opened.

At a glance, I saw a figure sitting under the Bodhi tree outside the yard.

Qinghui and Mingyue are the most pious Buddhists.

I don’t know how long I sat there meditating. It was dark, the dew was heavy, and the night was very cold.

Even after hearing the door opening, he remained indifferent.

Yan He didn't dare to conclude that he was here to find him, so he stood there and watched for a while.

Still stepped forward quietly.

The ground was covered with Bodhi leaves again, probably because they sensed someone approaching.

The Buddhist disciple paused while holding the rosary, and finally opened his eyes.

The woman in a white underdress was covered with a light-colored robe and had a rosy face.

She stopped moving when she met his gaze.

"Why is Master Jia Xuan here?"

The Buddhist child stood up and said, "I'm just passing by."

"..."

Then you are quite good at passing by.

If the one yesterday was considered passing by, then this one today is also considered passing by?

Yan He didn't understand, but she chose to respect it.

It was cold at night, so Yan He wrapped his robe tighter around him and said, "Master, you should go to bed early, too."

He said this with his hands clasped together in greeting.

then.

Then he left.

It really was like I was passing by, suddenly wanted to sit down, was disturbed and left.

"..."

Yan He stood there staring at his back in a daze, and then he stopped.

With his back to himself.

"Donor, you have caught a cold. It's very cold at night, so it's better not to go out as much as possible."

"..."

After his figure disappeared from the corner, Yan He suddenly smiled.

He pulled his robe tighter around him.

I somehow think he's cute like this.

She didn't know what other monks were like, but people like Jiaxuan were just adorable.

How can one meditate wherever he goes? If the Buddha doesn't accept him, who will?

After this interruption, Yan He didn't want to drink water anymore.

Go back to the house and lie down.

I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, but I didn’t expect that I would fall asleep as soon as my eyelids closed.

The lonely Buddhist disciple did not go far.

He stood under the high wall of the courtyard for a long time before turning around and walking away, returning to the Buddhist temple.

Looks calm.

Neither hurried nor slow, the wooden fish was struck all night long.

The Huguo Temple has to hold morning prayers at the hour of Mao every day.

The early morning bell rang.

The Buddhist who had been sitting all night paused and slowly opened his eyes.

Under the heavy candlelight, the look in his eyes seemed a little colder.

........

Yan Rui did not leave last night. He was thinking about getting up the next day and persuading his ancestors to go back with him.

Being at home is, after all, more comfortable than being in a temple.

But who would have thought that this ancestor would be full of life again after being listless for a day.

Apart from occasional coughing, there was no sign that she had caught a cold just yesterday.

Yan He actually didn't expect this.

It's really because my body is in great shape, and the three doses of medicine I took yesterday had very good effects.

Doctor Sun said that five days was too much.

When she woke up in the morning, she had no other discomfort except a headache and a cough.

When Yan Rui asked her, she pushed him to leave quickly.

She also wanted to take advantage of the few days in Kyoto to see more of Jia Xuan.

"You really don't want to leave?"

"real."

"Aren't you attracted to some young master?"

"..."

Yan Rui said casually, and immediately changed the subject: "Then when are you going to go down the mountain?"

"Ahem...I'll go down the mountain when I get back to Almo."

Yan He poured himself a glass of water to suppress the itch in his throat.

See he still wants to say something.

He quickly stopped her: "Brother, I don't want to go back. It's so hard to deal with those people all day long."

When she said this, Yan Rui immediately thought of the Second Prince, who obviously had ulterior motives.

The words that were about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back.

"Then you must tell me anything immediately."

"it is good."

Wait for someone to leave.

Wu Si already knew why the princess was unwilling to go down the mountain, so he naturally would not mention it again.

They will leave when the time comes to return to Almo.

Yan He held the bowl and drank the medicine, hiding the corners of his mouth that were already rising.

That’s a great reason.

The sun rises in the early morning, and it is particularly comfortable under the sunshine in the cool autumn day.

Yan He walked back and forth in the yard twice.

My heart was aroused.

Wu Si was waiting on the side, and he knew that his master couldn't sit still.

really.

"Wu Si, when will the masters' morning lessons end?"

"It's over at 11:00."

"Where do you eat breakfast, Masters?"

"The young masters eat in the dining hall."

Yan He turned around, without even asking, Wu Si had already answered.

“Some masters are said to eat in their own courtyards.”

Wu Si was not clear about any more details.

But Yan He guessed that Jia Xuan should not be in the dining hall.

"Princess, are you hungry? Wu Si, go and get her some. She'll need to take medicine later."

"..."

Yan He lay on the stone table, pinching a persimmon and playing with it: "Okay."

I'm already thinking about it.