Huang Huang Zhe Hua

That night.

The wind is blowing vaguely, a few sparse clouds are floating in the sky, and the full moon reveals a few scattered rays of light from the clouds.

The night in the cold palace was silent and silent.

Only the gurgling water and the chirping of cicadas occasionally break this silent night.

Lin Xuan was knocking on the wooden fish inside, and the flickering candlelight reflected his handsome facial features, making him even more dusty.

Huiqing was dressed in black, and stood outside in a daze, thinking a lot, but it seemed like she didn't think about anything. There was only one thought in her mind:

The abbot is inside, knocking on the Buddhist scriptures that are often heard in the temple.

The heart that has been wandering for the past few days has finally settled down, like a wanderer returning to his hometown, stable and peaceful.

Linxuan sighed, and said softly, "Huiqing, come in."

Huiqing walked in nonchalantly, with her head down, not daring to look into Linxuan's eyes.

"Why did you come here?" Linxuan slowly arranged the wooden fish, sat upright and looked at the little monk in front of him.

Huiqing thought of how the abbot looked like that when he stole food for the victims ten years ago, Huiqing bit her lip, knelt down with a "plop", and replied: "Teacher came to catch Chi back to the temple."

Linxuan didn't help him up, and said again: "Didn't Huiyuan stop you?"

But the voice was like snowflakes in the twelfth lunar month, with a biting coldness.

Huiqing shivered, and her voice became less confident: "Stop it."

"Then why don't you listen!"

"..."

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but I've grown capable. You dare to break into the palace at night. You know what happens when you get caught!"

The abbot in my impression is always quiet and peaceful. The way he said today, it can be seen that the abbot is extremely angry, but how could he be willing... Huiqing suddenly raised his head, looked into Linxuan's dark eyes without avoiding, and said : "But if I want to watch the abbot die, Huiqing can't do it!"

"The abbot is Huiyuan."

"But I only have one abbot in my heart."

Linxuan's brows and eyes softened a bit, he turned his face away, and stopped looking at the young monk: "Huiqing, you go, don't come again."

The little monk was so anxious that he was about to cry, kowtowed his head over and over again, and begged: "Abbot... today the emperor took away the letter sent by the Marquis of Zhenyuan, and it will be too late when the emperor wants to convict him. Abbot, follow me quickly." I'll go."

Linxuan pondered, looking at the red mark on the little monk's forehead, finally softened his heart, and leaned over to help Huiqing up.

The little monk followed behind Linxuan, hesitant to speak.

Linxuan approached the window eaves and pushed it open.

It's spring, and everything is revived, and a few flowers stretch out their branches shyly, leaving a variety of silhouettes on the paper window.

This is the breath of life.

Linxuan raised his hand, touched Huiqing's little head, and smiled a little happily: "I must be here as a teacher, and I must be here."

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, I will brush up the sense of existence again after being infected, and the next chapter will officially appear la la la la [Sahua

I don’t think I’m very good at writing articles about the righteousness of the family and the country. This article feels a bit too plain, and the characters and plots are not well grasped. Fortunately, the story is already halfway through, and I have made a decision. After reading the next article, I must write a brainless stupid white sweet ==||

PS: I have two ideas about the next article, one is a rant about anti-scumbags, and the other is an article about entertainment forums, which one do you prefer?