After wearing the book, she became the emperor's favorite

Chapter 120
He thought about going back to Qingyang Sect to see the affairs of the sect.

After all, the last time I went to the Sea of ​​Flowers, someone was assassinated.

She didn't think it was a big deal, after all, others couldn't beat her.

Her three older brothers did not know where they got the news.

We think this matter is extremely important.

So they have been in the sect for the past few days, looking for spies, and they didn't come out tonight.

But now, it is midnight.

It was time for her to go back to the master's mansion, and she was already satisfied to be able to come out for a night to get some air.

When she just stepped into the mansion gate.

Then I saw Jiu Ci sitting under an unknown tree in the courtyard and making tea.

Uh, her master is really strange.

If you don't go to bed at night, you still have to come under this tree to make tea.

Could it be that he was full and had nothing to do.

Or insomnia.

"Master."

Hong Shi bowed respectfully.

Seeing that the master didn't say anything, he was about to leave.

"sit."

He heard a cold and dignified voice.

Hong Shi could only stop.

Then he sat on the stone bench beside him.

She was quite speechless. Could it be that her master had some special serious illness.

He had to find someone to drink tea with him.

But in an instant.

I thought about it again.This is what she should bear, after all, the teacher's order cannot be violated.

Just take it as pity on his old man.

A big man who is famous all over the world and powerful, is in a high position, but he is lonely and cold.

Reduced to the point of drinking tea alone in the middle of the night.

This situation is really bleak.

Thinking of this, Hong Shi felt some sadness that didn't belong to her for no reason.

He opened his mouth with a melancholy sigh.

"Master must be very lonely."

Jiu Ci's eyes became deeper and deeper, "Why do you think so?"

Still holding the tong in his hand, the tea was slowly brewed in the stove over a small fire.

But under the moonlight, it happened to be able to see his well-knit hands clearly.

"The heights are unbearably cold, the more powerful and magnificent a person is, the more lonely he should be."

After Hong Shi finished speaking, she sighed lightly.

Just like that Emperor Baizhi, he should have been lonely for thousands of years.

I really don't know how profound the state of mind must be to endure thousands of years of loneliness.

Or, gods don't have emotions and desires, and they probably don't feel how lonely they will be.

"It's cold at the heights." Jiuci murmured.

The high places are indeed cold and cold. The past 9000 years seem to be vivid in my memory, and it seems to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

Even he himself didn't know how he got here all these years.

If it's cold, it's cold, why pull me on.

Hong Shi muttered inwardly.

Jiuci watched the woman's unconsciously pursed lips, and couldn't help but want to laugh for no reason.

He just wanted to invite her to eat some loquats.

Also, I want to see more of her.

"The loquat on the tree is ripe, you can taste it."

He spoke indifferently, his voice mixed with unrelated emotions.

But there are all kinds of emotions hidden in the bottom of my heart.

"Loquat?"

Hong Shi was taken aback for a moment, then looked up.

Among the green leaves of this tree, there are some fruits shaped like yellow apricots.

That happened to be loquat fruit.

She had never seen a loquat tree before, and she rarely even ate loquats.

Those relate to her experiences as a child.

After staying in the orphanage for several years, she has a rather withdrawn personality and rarely goes out.

The adopted family did not grow loquats.

And she had never eaten loquat before she was 20 years old.

Tried it once later and it tasted the same.

She is probably a person who has never seen the world.

"Then I picked it?"

Hong Shi raised her eyes and glanced at Lord Jiuci.

Although someone asked her to pick it, she should ask its owner for instructions before picking it.

That is the most basic courtesy.

Seeing the master nodded.

Hong Shi just stood up. When she was sitting, she looked at the height, which was not very high.

But after standing up, she felt that it was a little high again.

It seems that she needs to jump a few times to pick it up.

Afterwards, she jumped on the spot several times before she was able to tear off a few loquat fruits.

Moreover, the branches and leaves were torn off.

Looking at her masterpiece, Hong Shi stood there resentfully.

Or because she is not tall enough.

But she might be the only one who pulled off the loquat with its branches and leaves.

"Hand out."

The cold and dust-free voice resounded faintly.

Although Hong Shi didn't understand, he still did it.

Put the branches and leaves in your hands on the stone table aside.

Then he stretched out those white hands.

The joints are not very clear, and there is still some flesh on the back of the hand, but it looks quite slender.

I saw Jiuci's long sleeve waved and cast an unknown spell.

The loquats on the tree fell into Hong Shi's hands one after another.

Seeing this scene, Hong Shi put her hands together.

When he finally stopped, he was holding a bunch of loquat fruits in his hand.

She poured the loquat fruit on the table before sitting down.

Alas, she is academic trash after all.

They are cultivators of immortality, they can manipulate flowers, plants and trees with some mystical skills, but they still know a little bit.

But she never thought that she could use this method.

To be precise, she regarded herself as an ordinary person.

After seeing Jiuci himself, he took out a white porcelain plate and prepared a small basin of water.

In the end, he slowly pushed it in front of him.

Hong Shi couldn't help feeling a little bit, whether this master was too kind and friendly to her.

But she only thought about it for a moment.

Then he washed his hands and picked up a loquat fruit.

Peeling off the outer layer reveals the flesh.

Take a bite, the mouth is sweet, and the taste is sweet.

"Is this loquat tree already in the yard, or did Master plant it?"

Hong Shi was a little curious, so she asked.

When she was in high school, she learned an ancient Chinese prose called "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi".

The author is Gui Youguang, and there is a sentence in it.

There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted by my wife when he died.

When she first read this sentence, she didn't realize anything.

But after I wrote the novel, when I read this sentence again, I felt very moved.

A simple sentence expresses the inner pain that is as surging as the sea, making time measureable and missing countable.

Moreover, this is a tree belonging to Gui Youguang's deceased wife, and it is also a psychological grave of Gui Youguang.

No matter what happens later, this affection is particularly moving.

Now, when I see the loquat tree, I can't help feeling a little sad.

"It was there before."

Jiuci looked at the loquat tree and spoke indifferently.

The peach trees and loquat trees in this yard are all original.

He just planted dozens of crabapple trees.

"There are loquat trees in the courtyard, and the pavilion is like a cover. It can not only enjoy the shade, but also keep out the wind, and it can also be eaten. It is indeed quite good."

Hong Shi sighed.

When she returns to the real world, she must find a small farmyard with loquat trees to live in.

At that time, I will code words and listen to songs under the tree, lie down and rest when I am tired, and eat some loquats and boil green tea when I am bored.

Thinking about such a day, it is quite pleasant.

Nine words did not speak.

I just thought in my heart, I will go back to the White Palace later and plant the loquat tree.

"Master won't eat?"

After Hongshi ate two, he realized that he was the only one eating.

"Don't eat."

Jiu Ci replied very earnestly, he has never liked to eat these.

For the past 9000 years, they have just sat quietly and tasted tea.

I don't really care about food.Thousands of years ago, they were in the state of bigu, and they are self-taught in this cooking skill.

Occasionally, if you want to eat, you can make a meal or two.

"Ok."

Hongshi nodded, it's fine if she doesn't eat.

She looked at this man holding a cup of tea, but it seemed like she hadn't drunk it all the time, or she just took a sip.

So, she became even more curious.

This person behaves like an old cadre.

　How many lives are there, thinking about the beautiful scenery on a good day, passing a dream for the first time.And get drunk, let it have two rounds of sun and moon, come and go like a shuttle.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)