In the early Yuan Dynasty, a lifelong mistake

Cave Fairy Song

Jiajing pays attention to habits.Besides, young people have a very romantic relationship with each other.There are Shengge alleys and Qiluo courtyard.

Qingcheng smiles like a flower face.Elegant attitude, bright eyes look forward to the United States.concentric string.Counting Guoyan's fairy talent, I hate to meet late.

lingering.The bridal chamber is quiet, the quilt is heavily embroidered, and the night is always joyful. There is a sea agreement and a mountain alliance. I remember Cuiyun stealing it.

And Ming Caifeng Yu Feiyan.Between willow paths and flower shades hand in hand.Nostalgia.There is no limit to the secret agreement and pity.

Forbearance.The situation has been deeply wished.May the world and the sky meet each other in the evening clouds and morning rain.

"Still reading? Have you finished your homework? Bring it to me."

Lin Ao put the book away, picked up Analytical Geometry and looked at it helplessly, his voice was full of displeasure, "No, I can't even read a book properly, hey!"

"Hurry up and write. The study committee girl will collect homework tomorrow. You can read the book at any time. You have to write homework."

"Ah."

Li Chonghan's life was put on the bookshelf, Lin Ao took out the answers to the exercises on the bookshelf, and calmly copied one word at a time.

After-school exercises or something, if there is no answer, it is completely incompetent, okay?I don't know why I chose mathematics as a major when I applied for the exam, and I really regretted it.

I don't know what Li Chonghan's words mean, and whether it has something to do with his drunkenness that night. The author is really amazing, and it makes people want to stop.Looking at the book spread out in front of him, Lin Ao wanted to tear it up for the first time...

"Everything in the world involves love, which is out of control. Fortune and misfortune depend on each other. I hope you can avoid it."

In the quiet room, there was only the sound of wooden fish knocking again and again. Master Zhifa closed his eyes tightly, and his words fell silent.

"Han'er? Are you there?"

Li Chonghan was in a daze with the last sentence of Sauvignon Blanc written that day, when Mo Qingbing's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Well, what happened?"

"Didn't I tell you about Master Zhifa yesterday? You said you wanted to go and see it?"

"Yes."

"The news just came that Master Zhifa passed away yesterday."

Mo Qingbing's voice was low, and it reached Li Chonghan's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt in the sky, and she couldn't say a word in a daze.

"Let's forget about this matter. Many people go to Pingwen Temple to pay homage today. I will also go and have a look. You can stay at home."

"Mom, let me go with you."

I don't know when, a light rain started to fall, Li Chonghan tightened his clothes, looked out the scenery outside through the window of the carriage, in the early spring weather, a few small flowers stood tremblingly in the rain, arousing people's pity.

I don't know if Master Zhifa's matter has anything to do with him. According to the book, accidents will happen if the secret is leaked, so he really did something wrong.I used to see many people asking for marriage and fortune, and felt pedantic. Now that I have done the same thing, I don't know how to comment. It seems that after meeting Lin Ao, everything has deviated from the original track.

If he guessed right, Lin Ao should have come back after the poem was written, but every time he waited and anxious without thinking, it was too annoying.

It's better to wait for a few days, anyway, these days are not bad, there will always be what should be, and what should not be, there is no need to force it.

"Han'er? We're here, come down."

Li Chonghan followed Mo Qingbing into the temple gate slowly, and saw the little novice who spoke yesterday, his rosy cheeks had lost all color yesterday, and his whole body was a little sleepy.

Seeing Li Chonghan, he lowered his eyes faintly, turned around, and lost his mind.

There were twice as many people in the temple than yesterday, and most of them looked sad, and Mo Qingping was one of them, but Li Chonghan's indifference was much more abrupt.

"Mom, let's go over there and have a look."

Li Chonghan took Mo Qingbing's hand and took her to see the ink stains left by Master Zhifa during his lifetime. Mo Qingbing felt a little better, and stared at each painting in a daze.

She got acquainted with Master Zhifa in the past because of the matter with Li Chenling.

At that time, I didn't know what to do. No matter how free and easy she was, she couldn't change the fact that she was a woman. If it wasn't for Master Zhifa's words, she would still be the wife of some master's son, and she regretted it all her life.

Later when Li Chonghan grew up, he took him to see the fortune-telling. Master Zhifa's words left a deep impression on her. Li Chenling, who came with him, spoke rudely, saying that Zhifa was talking nonsense and deceiving the crowd, but he just laughed it off.

Before Master Zhifa passed away, she came to look for him because of Li Chongluo's affairs, and she could only say let it be, and when we saw each other, it was a farewell.

In life, birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable. Before, she regarded him as extraordinary.

Mo Qingbing donated 100 taels of silver to Pingwen Temple, and at dusk, she brought Li Chonghan back to Prince Ling's Mansion.

Li Chenling originally wanted to lose his temper, but when he saw his wife's haggard look, he inexplicably thought that he was useless, and he was more attentive during dinner.

The matter of Li Chongluo has been found out. The maidservant of the woman executed by the emperor couldn't stand the torture, so she confessed one by one that there was really nothing wrong with Li Chongluo. The emperor released her from the cold palace and let her live again. He returned to the former Li Luoxuan, but he didn't express anything else.

After going through this incident and suffering a lot in the cold palace, Li Chongluo understood it, lived peacefully in his own palace, ate fast and recited Buddha's name.

"Mom, I'm going back first."

"Wait a minute, do you remember what I said years ago? You are not young anymore. I heard that Lou Qisi and Pingyue get along very well. Miss Lin from Zuo Xiang's family is a good one. Another day Let's see each other."

"Respect each other as guests, what is so good?"

"It's not like that to start a family. I don't think you particularly like it. Mother thinks this child is good and suitable."

Li Chenling handed it over coldly, Li Chonghan swallowed what he wanted to say, said yes, and hurried to the study.

Can't wait.

Sauvignon Blanc wrote the last sentence that day, because the broken hairpin and Lin Ao disappeared again, he stopped writing, but how to write the last sentence has already been decided.

Li Chonghan quietly studied ink at the table, glanced at the place where Lin Ao was standing at that time, and showed a faint smile, the big dimples looked very innocent.

Although I barely guessed the meaning of what Master Zhifa said, it is hard to say whether it is true and whether the guess is right, but after all, doing it is more hopeful than not doing it.Thinking of this, the brush fell down, and a poem finally ended completely.

It was originally written for someone else, but in the end it turned out to be written for Lin Ao.

"Master Li..."

The girl on the opposite side blushed, and Li Chonghan laughed, as his mother said, she was a good friend.

"Miss Lin, you don't have to be so polite, just call me Yin Liang. Yin Liang's most hopeful thing in this life is to have a younger sister like a girl."

Lin Wentong lowered her eyelids, "Then I'll call my son Brother Li, and it's good for Brother Li to call me Wentong. I'm also very happy to have a brother like Brother Li."

Li Chonghan turned his gaze away, staring at the bustling market in a daze.

Lin Wentong ate a mouthful of food by herself, and she didn't know what to eat. She had heard the name of this capital dude a long time ago. Make some sense.

It has been said long ago that Li Chonghan is not only very popular among brothel girls, but also the beloved of many ladies in the capital, and Lin Wentong is one of them.

Li Chonghan's mother was on good terms with her mother and liked her very much, that's why they met today, judging by Li Chonghan's attitude, it was obviously meaningless.

Lin Wentong is smart and witty, what to say and what to do are all calculated, not to be annoying, and not to push herself further.

No matter where Li Chonghan put his heart, or not put it anywhere, she may, until the future, be the closest person by his side.

It doesn't matter whether you are close or distant, as long as you are by his side, it doesn't matter.

It has been several days since the writing of Sauvignon Blanc, but Lin Ao has never appeared again. Li Chonghan felt that maybe he was thinking in the wrong direction, maybe Master Zhifa didn't mean that at all, but he misunderstood it.

The time spent staring at the small box became more and more. Since Zhijing was married by Wen Liuyue as a concubine, Li Chonghan went to Fengjing Tower less often, and occasionally went to Yaning with Wen Heyuan to listen to the pipa. Life seems to be a lot idle.

Maybe, he will never come again, maybe...

After all, from the very beginning, he was in a passive position. That person appeared whenever he wanted, and disappeared when he wanted to, but he had no way of controlling it. He could only think of some inexplicable ways by himself. It was really stupid.

"Brother Wen..."

Li Chonghan opened a pair of bewildered eyes, and shook the wine glass in his hand.

"Pour, pour! I want a drink...give me a drink...uh..."

Wen Heyuan supported his arm so that he could lie comfortably on the table, and as expected, Li Chonghan fell asleep after a while after the posture was set.

Ever since he met Li Chonghan when he was a child, he has never seen him so depressed. He has been reassuring since he was a child, he loves to laugh but is not noisy, and he is very sensible.

Such a good person, I don't know who broke his heart...

Haha, fortunately, he has a habit of sleeping as soon as he feels comfortable, so it won't be too troublesome.

"Hmm..." Li Chonghan opened his eyes and rubbed his forehead. The hangover was really bad and he had a severe headache. Fortunately, Wen Heyuan sent him back. Otherwise, he would have slept alone in Hexuan Building.

"Chonghan."

"what?"

Li Chonghan looked around, his eyes widened suddenly, staring at the motionless figure hidden in the bed.

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