She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 241: I wish her a long life

Shen Manzhi found a new shirt, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Qin Yanfeng lowering his head and taking off his shirt.

She put her clothes behind the screen and prepared to leave, but was pulled away.

Qin Yanfeng put his arms around her waist and trapped her between his body and the screen. He stroked the side of her face and lowered his head to look at her lips.

Shen Manzhi tilted his head, "This is an important Buddhist place."

"You can't have a romantic affair, can you?"

She raised her eyes and met the man's teasing but cold smile.

The screen swayed, and Qin Yanfeng hooked his arms around her waist, kissing her tenderly and lovingly.

Si Qi passed by the front yard and glanced into the cubicle where they were. The people behind him followed his gaze and turned over.

Shen Manzhi came out from behind the screen, her bright red lips were very obvious. Qin Yanfeng was a step slower, he had put on his shirt and was lowering his head to adjust his cuffs.

The clothes were the simple ones that monks in temples usually wore. The fabric was not very good, and the cuffs were loose so they had to be rolled up to stay on. But on him, he looked a bit shabby.

"Senior sister, senior sister!"

The junior apprentice brother, wearing a small bamboo hat, ran in from outside the courtyard, stood outside the threshold, carefully glanced at the man behind the senior sister, and whispered, "Master asked me to supervise."

Shen Manzhi raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Yanfeng beside him, "Are you waiting for me here, or are you coming with me?"

Qin Yanfeng reached out and pulled out a strand of her hair that had been tucked into her clothes. "I'll wait for you here."

Shen Manzhi tilted his head to glance at Si Qi outside and said softly, "Wait for me for an hour. Don't listen to his nonsense."

Qin Yanfeng let her go, "Okay."

Shen Manzhi then walked out, turned to the study in the southeast corner, and passed by Si Qi.

It is an important place for Buddhism and is very popular.

Si Qi picked up three incense sticks, raised his wrist and tilted it to light them, then stepped back a step and bowed, and then inserted them into the incense burner.

"Mr. Qin declared his sovereignty in front of me. Does that mean he has no confidence in your relationship?"

Qin Yanfeng stood aside, his eyes fixed on the bell tower with flying eaves and hip roofs. After hearing the person in front of the incense burner speak, he lowered his eyes and spoke slowly.

"You worry too much. Twisting her hair is just a habit. Mr. Si observed it so carefully and brought it up specifically. Does he care about it?"

Si Qi took the wet handkerchief handed to him by the person behind him and washed his hands. The golden sparrow hovering in the air landed steadily on his shoulder.

"I do care," he said, tilting his head to tease the bird, responding naturally, laying out his cards, and speaking in a lazy tone with a smile, "In the two years that I have been close to her, I have seen more sides of her than Mr. Qin."

Si Qi sent the golden sparrow away. "Although you have a marriage contract, you know best that she will not be bound by anything. After all, she was able to leave once at the beginning of the year. She may leave a second time or a third time. Mr. Qin, do you want to gamble with me?"

Qin Yanfeng raised his eyebrows, "What are you betting on?"

Si Qi turned his back to the misty green hills, and curled his lips slightly, "Will she take you with her the next time she leaves?"

The bell tolls three times and visitors pray.

Qin Yanfeng replied nonchalantly, "This is of no benefit to you. If she doesn't take me away, will she take you away?"

Si Qi chuckled, "Who knows."

Qin Yanfeng looked at him and recalled the scene in the study just now.

[“When I left at the beginning of the year, I cut off all ties with everyone around me. This time I came back and stayed with him every day... Maybe it was to get in touch with the Qin family..."]

Although he knew that Si Qi might have said it on purpose, some things were like a thorn stuck in his throat. The less he cared, the more it hurt.

Shen Manzhi had never clearly shown that she liked him, except for that time when he forced her to speak in a forceful manner, and she only said "I miss him very much" instead of saying she liked him.

In fact, they should have understood it a long time ago. They left so resolutely at the beginning of the year. If they had not met by chance abroad, there would be no possibility of any intersection between them.

The first thing Shen Manzhi did when she returned to China was not to look for him. It was he who forced his way into her life and asked for her love, which gave her the rare time alone with him.

After that, they parted in Xincheng, and Shen Manzhi came back to find him personally...

He was in a fog and didn't want to clear it up. He almost thought that Shen Manzhi really had deep feelings for him.

After Si Qi left, it began to drizzle. Qin Yanfeng walked into the temple and saw a tourist drawing lots to make a wish. He got a good lot, so he immediately put in some money and kowtowed to express his gratitude.

The old man sat cross-legged on the futon, packed up the bamboo sticks, looked up at the man in front of him and said, "Donor, do you want to pray for blessings?"

Qin Yanfeng glanced at the bucket of fortune sticks in his hand, sat down on the futon, and said, "Ask about marriage."

The abbot carefully observed the appearance of the person in front of him, then closed his eyes and counted with his fingers, whispering, "How about this current marriage?"

"Yes."

The bucket of sticks shook and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Qin Yanfeng lowered his eyes and looked at the bamboo sticks on the ground.

Sign under.

There seemed to be some fluctuations in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, they were calm and still. The abbot picked up the bamboo stick and asked, "Donor, do you want to interpret the stick?"

Qin Yanfeng said calmly, "Please draw another lot, and pray that she will live a hundred years."

The abbot looked up at him and continued to shake the lots while whispering.

A medium to low sign.

A mixture of both positive and negative.

The old man closed his eyes, counted on his fingers, and frowned for a long time.

“Good fortune and bad luck go hand in hand, but fate is complicated. When you are in adversity, bad luck outweighs good luck.”

The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, and said kindly, "Donor, do you want to interpret the fortune?"

Qin Yanfeng looked at the bamboo sticks on the ground, stood up after a moment of silence, took out two coins from his pocket and threw them into the merit box, "It's just a way to change your fate."

"Everything has its cause and effect. If you plan ahead, you may be able to turn a disaster into a blessing."

The old man looked at him gently and continued, "You don't look like someone who would accept his fate."

Qin Yanfeng turned sideways to look at his father-in-law, lowered his eyes and smiled, then took out a few coins and put them into the box, clasping his hands together, "I hope she has a good fortune."

An hour later, Shen Manzhi found Qin Yanfeng meditating and chanting in the Zen room.

She led the people out, "Do you believe this?"

Qin Yanfeng hooked her hand and followed her steps to slowly leave the meditation room. Passing by the side path, he opened his palm and interlocked his fingers with hers, "You don't believe it?"

Shen Manzhi let him pester her, "Occasionally."

Near noon, Shen Manzhi drove him into the city for dinner. When Qin Yanfeng went to the front desk to pay the bill, he was told that he could pay. He turned his head to look at Shen Manzhi who was answering the phone in the terrace lounge area.

The sky cleared up after the rain, and the sunlight slanted through her hair, shining over her tall nose, revealing a faint transparent color. Her hair had grown a little longer, and the hairpin had slid loose, with a strand of hair falling in front of her body.

Shen Manzhi hung up the phone and came in. He saw Qin Yanfeng being pestered by a little girl to buy flowers. His expression was very indifferent. He took cash out of his wallet and bought three flowers.

The little girl thoughtfully wrapped the ribbon together and handed it to him, smiling brightly, "I wish you and your lover sweet and happy."

The little girl turned around and saw Shen Manzhi who had just come in from the terrace. Her eyes lit up, "Sister, you are so beautiful! Roses should be paired with beauties. Buy one, sister~"

Shen Manzhi curled his lips slightly and looked behind her.

The little girl was puzzled and turned around. The man who had just bought three flowers came closer and took the beautiful girl into his arms.

Qin Yanfeng handed the rose in his hand to Shen Manzhi and said gently to the little girl, "Thank you, she already has one. I wish you a happy weekend."

Shen Manzhi looked at the three roses in his hand, and they walked out of the hotel side by side.

“Why three?”

Qin Yanfeng held their coats on his wrist and held her hand with his other hand as they walked towards the parking lot. When they turned the corner, he stopped, turned around, and looked down at her.

"We haven't seen each other for three days."

Shen Manzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile on his face, "Missed me a lot?"

Qin Yanfeng hugged her, leaned in and kissed her eyes, and said softly, "Do you miss me?"

Qin Yanfeng was also very gentle today, but this gentleness was mixed with some inexplicable depression and coldness.

Shen Manzhi felt it from the first moment he saw him in the morning.

She looked at him without saying a word, but the smile in her eyes grew thicker. She raised her hand, hooked it around his neck, and pressed her lips against his.

Qin Yanfeng was stunned for half a second, then he took back the initiative, pressed the man against the wall and kissed him passionately.

There were cars coming in and out of the huge parking lot all the time, and the headlights shone on their embraced bodies again and again, until Shen Manzhi couldn't breathe and turned his head to push him away.

Qin Yanfeng held her wrist and kissed her fingertips, looking at her with a lustful and slow gaze, "I miss you so much."

The autumn days are long, and the rays of sunlight gently shine through the glass and pass through the bed curtains, leaving only a faint light spreading in the room and gradually disappearing with the sunset.

Under the black velvet quilt, the fair and delicate skin was exposed, and it seemed a little cold. Shen Manzhi retracted his arms and curled up in front of him, but he felt something even colder.

She was still conscious and her body was sore. She was just slowly groping for the cool object in front of her. It looked like a jade button, but it was completely cold, as if she had just put it on and had not yet had time to be infused with her body temperature.

The bedside lamp was turned on, and she glanced at Qin Yanfeng, who was sitting next to her, leaning against the headboard. He was wearing a loose nightgown that was not tied up, and beneath his pale skin were red marks from her scratches.

Her expression was slightly tense, and she only touched the jade button after her vision became clear. The light shone through the small hole in the middle.
Pure and transparent, the ink color is like smoke.

A peace locket made of Hetian jade.

Shen Manzhi had stayed in Jiuqing Temple for a few years after all, so she could tell at a glance which abbot had made the jade button.

No wonder he carried cash with him, and no wonder he meditated and chanted in the Zen room in the morning.

"A peace locket for me?"

Qin Yanfeng gently brushed away the wet hair on her forehead, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes tender, "May you be safe every year."