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Chapter 84 84. I feel even more timid when I’m close to my hometown and don’t dare to ask anyone.

Jiang Xingmeng and Huineng Buddha stood opposite each other. Jiang Xingmeng was on a lower terrain, but she was domineering.

Huineng still had a smile on his face: "Jiang Shanxin, after a few years of separation, is the empress dowager all right?"

Jiang Xingmeng's heart trembled, and a chill suddenly rose behind his back.

But she calmed her mind and just glanced at Huineng Buddha: "It's all in the past. You are a Buddhist, so you should learn not to cling to the past."

Buddha Huineng said "Oh" clearly, and then said gently: "It seems that he has passed away."

Jiang Xingmeng tilted his head: "Since the Buddha just wanted to say this, forgive me if I can't accompany you, so I will leave first."

After finishing speaking, she passed Huineng Buddha and continued to walk up the mountain, and suddenly heard Huineng's smiling voice from behind her: "...Jiang Shanxin walk slowly, be careful of the wind and snow and the slippery road."

Jiang Xingmeng didn't turn his head back: "Thank you Buddha for reminding me."

……

In the dark night, the stars in the sky are dim, and the moon is half-covered and half-exposed behind the clouds.

The higher you go, the colder the weather, and the denser the fine snow. Jiang Xingmeng took out an umbrella from the storage bag and held it up with trembling hands.

This oil-paper umbrella is the same as the one before—every winter, after the Taixue school, Brother Huang would come to pick her up with the umbrella in person. The word "Mian" is engraved on the ground.

Every time, Jiang Xingmeng would complain: "The snow is so heavy, it's so cold."

Jiang Ci: "Auspicious snow heralds a good year."

Jiang Xingmeng didn't know how to answer, so he smiled: "...This umbrella should be replaced too, it's so old, the word [Mian] can't be read clearly."

Jiang Ci patted her head: "What Mianmian said is that I will make a new one myself some other day."

Jiang Xingmeng was favored in the past and had a title early on, and was known as Princess Zhaoyang.

Her father always called her "Zhaoyang" lovingly, and her mother always called her "Menger" lovingly. Only the emperor's brother would touch her head with a smile and say helplessly, "Mianmian"...

Her father was obsessed with searching for immortals, and Jiang Ci's name was a farewell to the mortal world; and her name, Jiang Xingmeng, came from a poem written by a court official to please her father.

"When traveling outside the fairyland, don't ask about the prosperity of the mortal world; for the goddess in your dream, you only look at the hustle and bustle of Taoyuan."

She doesn't like this name, she likes Brother Huang's saying, "Father wants to make you dream, then I will call you Mianmian, I hope you have a good night's sleep."

Before he knew it, Jiang Xingmeng's face was covered with tears.

Thoughts are chaotic.

When she was halfway up the mountain, she saw someone sitting on a treetop not far away, drinking wine against the moon.

In the shadows of the trees, she squinted and couldn't see clearly the figure or face of the man, but she felt that he was really in a good mood.

She didn't speak, put away the umbrella, walked under the tree, took out the peach blossom wine she bought secretly from the storage bag, opened it, and drank the wine one by one.

The strong alcohol entered her throat, and she couldn't help but cough. After coughing for a long time, she finally said in a hoarse voice: "Do you have something on your mind too, fellow Taoist?"

The man on the treetop did not speak.

Jiang Xingmeng didn't expect a response at all, so he took another sip of wine.

After a while, there was a rustling sound from the treetops, and then a water bag was accurately thrown into Jiang Xingmeng's hands, his voice was also hoarse, as if he had drunk too much wine: "Well, I sneaked here, Master and Brother forbids me to come to Xianmen Dabi, so I want to come."

Jiang Xingmeng laughed and didn't answer.

The two of them remained silent as they drank their wine.

I don't know how long it has passed, the snow is getting denser and the air is getting colder and colder. In the darkness, Jiang Xingmeng could not help but curl up and take a breath.

The man on the top of the tree threw down a big cloak and said lazily, "Can't use spiritual power? Just cover it."

Jiang Xingmeng was a little absent-minded, didn't pay attention to what the man was saying, and just threw the cloak back subconsciously.

The man seemed to be angry, sat up from the treetop, and said angrily: "You are so ignorant! My sister embroidered this for me, and I would not be happy to give it to you!"

Jiang Xingmeng heard this man's voice clearly now, and then completely froze in place.

She didn't speak, and the people on the treetops were still chattering: "Oh, I'm all worried, and I'm drinking. Listen to your voice. You're not very old, right? Why are you so uncomfortable?"

Jiang Xingmeng stood up and looked up at the treetops, but because of the backlight, he couldn't see the man's face.

She just felt her heart beating like a drum.

The wind and snow were still blowing thinly on his face, and Jiang Xingmeng looked at the figure intently, almost longingly.

"I'm not telling you, you can't be more miserable than me - the country is ruined and the family is ruined, and the person you love the most is also missing. Now, I feel like living is really boring."

Jiang Xingmeng finally found his voice and spoke tremblingly: "The snow is so heavy, it's really... freezing."

The figure on the treetop suddenly stopped moving.

An almost sacred and crazy hope rose in Jiang Xingmeng's heart. She raised her head and continued: "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest—but this umbrella should be replaced. It's so old. Can't see clearly."

The figure on the treetop flickered, and then turned around. A face that was very similar to Jiang Xingmeng's, bright and sharp, looked stunned and shocked.

He blinked and looked at Jiang Xingmeng who was under the tree with his head up and his face full of tears.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Tree shadows swayed.

Jiang Ci jumped down from the tree and walked quickly towards Jiang Xingmeng, but suddenly stopped where he was.

It is more timid to be close to hometown, and I dare not ask people.

Jiang Ci just stood not too close to Jiang Xingmeng, and he wanted to hug Jiang Xingmeng to make sure that it was real and not a hallucination after being drunk.

Jiang Xingmeng looked at Jiang Ci, but did not move. She was a little at a loss, not knowing what to do or what to say.

After a long time, Jiang Ci said in a hoarse voice: "... Mianmian?"

Jiang Xingmeng's tears welled up again.

She dropped the umbrella in her hand, threw herself into Jiang Ci's arms, and hugged him tightly, as if if she let go, Brother Huang would leave her sight like a year ago.

Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment, then hugged Jiang Xingmeng back, cautious at first, as if he was afraid that if he tried hard, the phantom would be punctured.

But after touching Jiang Xingmeng's body temperature, he suddenly realized that this is true, his Mianmian is really in front of him.

He hugged Jiang Xingmeng tightly and said with a trembling voice: "Mianmian, don't cry, the emperor is here."

Jiang Xingmeng choked up and said, "Who wants you to be the imperial brother? When you put me into Gu Shunsheng's arms, did you ever think that I was your imperial sister? If you die, how can I survive?"

Jiang Ci closed his eyes, and his voice was a little choked: "...it was the emperor's mistake."

Jiang Xingmeng slapped Jiang Ci on the back: "Jiang Ci, you are really annoying."

Jiang Ci didn't speak.

He remembered, a year ago, the last words he said to Mianmian - "Mianmian, take the role of the emperor and live well."

After a moment, he touched Jiang Xingmeng's head, and his warm body temperature melted the ice and snow in Jiang Xingmeng's hair.

He choked with sobs, and said in a warm voice: "Mianmian, we all want to live well."

(End of this chapter)