Snow in Changting

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But I must not go back on my promise to the palace lord, Teng Xuanqing felt that this matter was her fault, if I have a chance tomorrow, I should apologize to the master.

In the early morning of the second day, Teng Xuan got up early in the morning. Last night when she woke up, she accidentally saw Kuang Lingyun sitting in front of the porch drinking wine, and she couldn't sleep well anymore.

Pushing open the door and going out, I found that Kuang Lingyun was not in the original place, and the jugs scattered on the ground had also been taken away.

Teng Xuanqing walked along the long corridor, and the innermost one was Kuang Lingyun's study.

On weekdays, Kuang Lingyun would stay in the study as long as she had nothing to do. Teng Xuanqing guessed that Kuang Lingyun probably didn't rest last night, so she went straight to the study to try her luck.

When she came, Kuang Lingyun was packing up some calligraphy and paintings, and was going to take them to Ziyang Palace.

"Qing'er?" Kuang Lingyun raised her head unexpectedly, and then a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "Why do you wake up so early? Don't you sleep a little longer? Is the injury better?"

From her face, she could no longer see the loneliness and bleakness of last night's glance, only her sincere care and love for Teng Xuanqing.

"It's much better."

Teng Xuanqing didn't say anything. She saw that Kuang Lingyun was busy packing up her things, so she went over to help her. While helping Kuang Lingyun to collect calligraphy and paintings, she said:

"Master, if it wasn't for your disciples, wouldn't you go down the mountain?"

Kuang Lingyun didn't expect Teng Xuanqing to say that, but she understood the reason after thinking about it.

Presumably Xue Ying's words yesterday made Teng Xuanqing mistakenly think that she made the decision to return to the palace very reluctantly, and now she feels guilty, which is why she looks like this.

Kuang Lingyun sighed softly, everyone said that her little disciple was arrogant and unreasonable, but Teng Xuanqing was the most kind-hearted, well-behaved, and always considered for others.

"Qing'er, the teacher decided to take you down the mountain not just because of what the palace master said yesterday." She raised her head and said with a smile, "If the teacher didn't want to, how could those high-sounding reasons be justified?" How about being a teacher?"

Hearing this, Teng Xuanqing heaved a long sigh of relief, and put a smile on her face again, she was afraid that because of herself, she would drag down Master and make Master do something she didn't want.

Since Kuang Lingyun didn't force her, and was able to go down the mountain to see the world, Teng Xuanqing was naturally happy.

To settle one matter, Teng Xuanqing hugged the calligraphy and paintings on the bookshelf and gave them to Kuang Lingyun. Unexpectedly, after taking two steps, one of the paintings fell out of her hands and fell to the ground with a thud.

Teng Xuanqing bent down to pick it up, the rope tied to the painting loosened, and the scenery inside slowly opened up, Teng Xuanqing accidentally glanced at it, but felt amazed and lost his mind.

The painting is a woman of unrivaled beauty, her eyebrows are like distant blacks, and there are three rivers and four seas in her eyes.

This woman is obviously still on the painting, but Teng Xuanqing has a slight illusion, as if seeing the top of the purple sky, the end of the cloud river and the sea of ​​mist, the beautiful woman is standing tall, looking back and smiling, there is no day and night and spring and autumn here.

Teng Xuanqing was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the painting had already flown into the air and was taken into Kuang Lingyun's hands.

Chapter 6 Provocation

Teng Xuanqing opened her mouth slightly, eyes full of shock, and subconsciously wanted to ask who the girl in the painting was, but when she saw a complex emotion she had never seen before in Kuang Lingyun's eyebrows, she shut her mouth wisely.

"Master, the disciple is not careful..."

Teng Xuanqing was tongue-tied and wanted to apologize, but halfway through the sentence, he didn't know why he was so nervous, worried that his master would punish him.

"It's okay." Kuang Lingyun's eyes flashed with complicated grief, which was fleeting, and then his expression returned to calm, and he said calmly and gently as usual, "There are many and miscellaneous things to clean up. It's normal to drop one or two things. Don't worry about it."

After saying that, she put the scroll into her sleeve and hid it in her pouch.

This time, even though Kuang Lingyun said it was okay, Teng Xuanqing understood that the painting was unusual for Kuang Lingyun, and she felt guilty, so she couldn't help but keep it in mind.

Teng Xuanqing didn't ask any more questions, and lowered his head to continue helping Kuang Lingyun sort out the calligraphy and painting. He looked fine on the surface, but for some reason, there was a void in his heart, which was vaguely painful.

She instinctively thought that perhaps the anomaly of the master last night was related to the woman in the painting.

Kuang Lingyun said that there were a lot of things, but in fact, apart from a few clothes, all they had to bring was the calligraphy and paintings in the study room, and they packed them up in a short while.

Some of the medicinal herbs planted in the yard were harvested, and the chickens and ducks opened the gate and released them back to the mountain. After everything was cleaned up carefully, Teng Xuanqing followed Kuang Lingyun down the mountain.

They walked the same path yesterday, but today their moods are completely different.

Teng Xuanqing always thought of that painting, and guessed in his heart who the person in the painting was. Judging from Master's reaction, he must be an old acquaintance.

Kuang Lingyun could see that Teng Xuanqing's thoughts were on the painting, but this time she didn't take the initiative to explain Teng Xuanqing as usual, and if Teng Xuanqing didn't mention it, she pretended not to know.

Inside Ziyang Palace, on the east side of Xuanhong Hall, there is an old man in gray robe sitting on the main seat, and there are several people sitting on the left and right.

If you look carefully, you can see that these people have restrained aura and good cultivation, but facing the person on the seat, they all bowed and bowed their heads, showing a very respectful attitude.

"Deputy Elder, I heard that Kuang Lingyun from Yuxian Mountain will come down the mountain soon."

An elder on the right said with a solemn expression. After he finished speaking, he heard the person beside him cough lightly. When he turned his head away, the person gave him a wink, signaling him not to speak too much.

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