Master wants to hug

Yueming drove away, the temple was not near, but it was not far.

Two small tile-roofed houses face each other, and the tiles and carvings have long lost their true colors.

A thin nun stood in front of a big clock, which was a few inches taller than her.

She hit the clock just now.

Yueming tied the horse rope to the tree and walked in by himself. The soles of his shoes became harder, and the dry leaves creaked under his feet.

When she walked in, she saw that the clock was broken and not in shape, and somehow it made such a clear and moving sound.

There is a plaque hanging on the tile-roofed house, and it can barely be seen that it says Qingxin Temple.

The little nun was stunned when she first saw this beautiful girl in extraordinary clothes, not knowing what to do, she looked at her at a loss, and called out timidly, "My lord."

She didn't know what to say, and neither did Yueming.

She felt that it was ridiculous that she ran so far to the nunnery, not for the reassurance of her mouth, but for escaping from reality.

She doesn't want to meet Fang Su.

Fang Su's smile is somewhat similar to the warmth of elders. When she was a young child far away, the kind old people in the village would often use such a smile when they looked at naughty children, helpless and gentle.

Even though Fang Su had nothing to do with the old man, his temper was not mild at all.

But she still saw this kind of thing.

Fang Su indulged her.

It's like pampering a child who doesn't grow up.

Her connivance and pampering always reminded Yueming of their identities, and she had to admit that she wanted to escape.

She is 17 years old, if she reaches Fang Su's level of experience and status, she will either laugh it off, bury this fruitless feeling in her heart, and come out to chat and laugh at the wine table when the two of them don't care, or don't care about it. Regardless, do what you want to do, and get out in time or get drunk.

But she has neither the free and easy of the former nor the courage of the latter.

She could only hang up and down, wearing out her last breath.

Yueming still thought it was ridiculous when she sat in front of the Zen master and drank tea, but she just lowered her head and slowly sipped the slightly bitter cup of tea.

"What is the nobleman talking about?"

The Zen master is not young, but his brows still retain the charm and warmth of the past, like a piece of ancient jade, which will last forever.

"nothing."

The Zen master stretched his brows and smiled, "The poor nun has seen many people like noble people who come here with a heavy heart." She paused, "go away with a heavy heart."

She sized Yueming up, "Your honor is for love?"

Yueming put down his teacup and said, "How can you see that?"

"Young nobles like you are mostly out of love."

That's right, a noble child like her who is idle and has nothing to do, is sensual and lawless. Apart from being trapped by love, I really can't find a better reason for it.

Yueming felt that he was very boring.

The two sat quietly for a stick of incense.

Although Qingxin Nunnery is dilapidated, it is very clean inside.

The light came in through the window sills and shone on the Zen master, making it as peaceful as a painting.

Yueming said: "I have a heartless request."

"My lord, please speak."

"I would like to stay in Gui'an for a few days, may I bother you?"

"Naturally don't bother."

I don't know if it was Yueming's illusion, but when he saw himself taking out the stack of bank notes, Zen Master's smile was much more sincere.

She stretched out her hand to take it, and said: "Just one thing, there are no rough servants in the nunnery, I am afraid that many things will make the nobleman feel wronged."

"It's okay." She shook her head and smiled, "I haven't asked the master's name yet."

"The poor nun is stable." But she didn't ask Yueming.

Yueming is happy and leisurely.

"Si Er, lead the nobleman to the guest room."

Si'er is that skinny little girl.

Si'er stood there awkwardly, and whispered to Yueming, "Let's go."

Yueming nodded and followed Si'er away.

It is said to be a guest room, but it is actually just a small cubicle, and it is also very clean.

The quilts are coarse and too thin.

Half of the candle was half dead and covered in a bamboo cage covered with a layer of yellowing paper.

If Fang Su came, he would laugh at her for asking for trouble.

"Qingxin Nunnery is simple, I have wronged you." An Ding said behind her.

Yueming turned around and said with a smile: "Where, this is very good."

I don't know who she is.Rao Si'er was extremely timid and couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Any small item on Yueming's body can buy the whole Qingxin Temple.

"Si'er, come with me."

Si'er looked at Yueming carefully and curiously, and left with An Ding.

There are scriptures on the table. I don’t know who left them, and they haven’t been copied yet.

The last few characters seem to be out of ink, but the pen is so deep that it seems that the blank paper will be cut.

The color of the Buddhist scriptures is a bit strange, brownish.

Yueming picked up the Buddhist scriptures, which were covered with incense, almost like the perpetual sandalwood in Huguo Temple.

She also smelled a little fishy smell, like the smell of blood.

She calmly put the Buddhist scriptures back in place, but held the soft sword tighter in her sleeve.

It is indeed an interesting place that has survived for hundreds of years.

……

"Master, who is that man?" Si'er couldn't help but ask.

"Who cares what she does?" An Ding said indifferently: "Remember, she is a very rich master, take good care of her, and don't neglect her." She took out a bank note from a stack and stuffed it into the child's skinny hand , said: "Mouth sweets, to please her, the benefits will not be small."

Yueming closed the window.

She sat there blankly, and realized that it was a wrong decision for her to come here to Qingxin.

But it has come, and she will never go back if there is no result.

Not to mention anything else, Shan Fangsu can laugh at her for half a year.

So he blew the ashes on the paper and copied the book with the pen and ink left by the man.

Because of the stack of bank notes, An Ding's attitude towards Yueming was extraordinarily considerate, still the kind of attentiveness that moistens things like a gentle breeze and drizzle, without the slightest bit of flattery in his words, but he gave [-]% of his attentiveness.

The food was served by Si'er, there was no fishy smell, but the taste was not bad.

Qingxin Nunnery is really too quiet, Yueming falls asleep listening to the sound of cicadas every day, and wakes up listening to the sound of bells.

Young people's feelings are hot but short, Yueming feels that his indescribable little thoughts have been worn down by the days of innocence and indifference, if he still can't forget, Zuo is just copying Buddhist scriptures.

The herringbone characters copied from the scriptures before were very sharp, and every stroke was full of style.

The characters of Dao and Fang Su have similar approaches but the same results.

She picked up a pen and wrote a Fang Su.

Her handwriting was taught by Fang Su, but she was not as sharp as Fang Houye, but restrained everywhere, very gentle.

When I put down the pen, the place originally used to copy the scriptures was filled with Fang Su, and those scriptures were pasted tightly.

Yue Ming gently put down the pen, and then tore up the piece of paper.

The scriptures on the shredded paper could no longer be read clearly, but Fang Hesu's writing was very clear, word by word, as if mocking her overreaching.

Yueming frowned, and went out with a soft sword.

The sound of cicadas in Qingxin Nunnery seems to be less quiet at night, making people upset.

She took a deep breath and nodded.

If Fang Su was here, what would he say?How to do?

Surely you will laugh out loud.

She fidgeted with the soft sword in her sleeve, wrapping it around her fingers bit by bit.

"Who?" asked suddenly.

It's not Si'er and An Ding's voice.

The voice is soft, with a deliberately controlled accent, without distinguishing between men and women.

Yueming didn't answer, but just hid in the corner of the wall.

"My lord is too nervous, how can anyone?"

It is stability.

She slowly walked out from the broken door in the back garden, followed by a man, all dressed in black, even covering his face.

"Be careful sailing for thousands of years, you said so," the man said calmly, "I heard you have guests again?"

"It's a young girl, trapped by love, staying here for a few days," An Ding said, "She didn't mention anything about Wen Xiang."

"What identity?" the man asked.

An Ding said: "You are embarrassing me. I am an old nun. With the kindness of several adults, I took Sier to a place in Shanglin Garden. How could I know a nobleman? It is just a noble daughter from a wealthy family. Generous and generous."

"Since she didn't mention Wen Xiang," the man said, "don't give it to her."

"I saved it."

"Wen Xiang from those guys, have you sent them over?"

"Let Si'er send it to you." An Ding smiled at the corners of his eyes, all the creases piled up in one place, and said, "Don't look at this kid as young, but he is very sophisticated in doing things."

"But how did I hear that?" the man chuckled and said, "there is less Wen Xiang to send?"

An Ding twisted her cuff and said, "I don't know."

"She must have moved." His voice suddenly turned cold, "You let her smoke Wenxiang, don't think I don't know. She became addicted, so she moved those few."

An Ding lifted his clothes, knelt down and said, "Si'er is still young, please forgive me."

The man looked at her coldly and said, "This little bastard will kill you sooner or later."

An Ding didn't respond, and said, "Please forgive me, my lord."

He seemed to grit his teeth, and said, "Get up. I've already sent someone to send them away. If you really want her to live, don't let her touch Wen Xiang. Otherwise, next time she smokes, I'll follow her." How much meat was cut off from the body?"

"Thank you, my lord." After calming down, he didn't feel ashamed to kneel down to someone who sounded like he was dozens of years younger than himself, but was extremely calm.

The man hummed.

After that there was no sound.

Yueming stayed for a while, and was about to go out, only to hear An Ding spat, and said: "A dog, what a stinking frame, you didn't know where you were when my old lady came out to mess around." Saying that, the door creaked, back to the house.

Yueming resisted the urge to sigh.

She seemed to be in a den of thieves.

The warm fragrance in their mouths will become addictive if used, and Daqi Lvzhong explicitly prohibits this kind of thing. According to Anding, there are also court officials involved.

Should I go back to find Fang Su, or...

Can't go back.

She has a plan.

There is no evidence at the moment, this is no more powerful than Cutzhou, Zhongzhou has a lot of power, since it is related to officials, then rashly asking people to send troops to search will definitely affect these people.

She only stayed for a few nights, and the court officers and soldiers came to search, so as long as you are not a fool, you can think that it is related to her.

And finding out her identity is definitely not difficult.

If you can find out something, it's okay, if you can't find out, you will startle the snake instead.

Also, making enemies for Fang Su.

It's still the kind of enemy who doesn't know where or who.

She circled back to the room.

It was as if nothing had happened.

She copied scriptures, drew pictures, and rested as usual.

She was as usual, but her spirit was getting worse and worse. After a few days, she lost a lot of weight.

"Master, I want to talk to Master." Yueming said standing at the door of Anding.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the mines of the little angel of salted fish in the lane.

Today I bought a certain cake (I really don’t know what it’s called) that is wrapped in very thick chocolate, quite sweet, I thought it was cream when I bit into it, but it turned out to be meat floss.

Salty.

It's a killer. After tasting the taste, I went crazy.

Can you imagine the taste of chocolate, cocoa powder, sweet pastry and meat floss?

I feel like my mouth has been bitten.

The brain hole of "My boss has been taken special care of me".

Lin Lin moved her wrist, and the handcuffs slammed loudly. After confirming that she really couldn't get rid of the struggle, she raised her head and said, "What exactly are you going to do?"

Baiji stood in front of her, and said softly and seriously: "Rape you."

Don't call me crazy, thank you.