Heartburn

Although this teacher was too young to be my elder, in front of Yan Ke, I didn't dare to confront her, so I only apologized: "No wonder the teacher is too strange, it is Xiao Wang who is abrupt."

Even though she still refused to let me go, she smiled teasingly, poked at my forehead, and poked me backward: "It is said that His Royal Highness Ling is notoriously domineering, and he is not afraid of the earth. The fearless demon king, how come he is so weak when he gets to the poor nuns? Could it be that he pretends and has other plans?"

——Previously, I also said that I was frivolous, but her tone of voice can't be regarded as the kindness and inaction of the family, right?

It is not to admit a mistake, nor is it not to admit a mistake, it is really difficult to teach people to do.

I also saw that this Zen Master Kongxi was afraid to make things difficult for me deliberately, no matter how I answered, some mistakes would be picked out; the only backer, Yan Ke, was uncharacteristically unhelpful, just doing a wall view, and cut me off. The thought of asking for help... it's better to shut up and be disciplined.

Seeing that I drooped my head and stopped speaking, she chuckled and made a smile as if I had compromised like surrendering. She chanted a Buddha's name, and her voice was a bit of nostalgia: "I haven't seen you for many years, Your Highness is still so cute."

——Huh, listen to what she meant. Could she have seen the young Kuang Xihan?

It's no wonder that Yan Ke would indulge her to tease herself. This is not the first time I want to come here... It can be seen that the title of Master Kongxi's national teacher is not just a display.

But, in front of her, will my words and deeds show up and lead her to doubt?

"The poor nun remembered that His Royal Highness always stuck behind His Majesty the Emperor when she was young. The elder sister and the eldest sister are short. I don't know how clingy they are when they grow up?" She teased me, and put her hand on my wrist and poked her up. The pulse condition came-the smile on his face suddenly faded.

"After so many years, His Highness's temperament has not changed. This is the first emperor of Xiao Xiao." Yan Ke said with a little pride, while carefully observing the expression of Zen Master Kongxi-the solemnity on the other side's face. When his face changed suddenly, he asked nervously, "What? Is there something wrong with your Highness's body?"

"Well, this pulse condition is a bit strange..." The beauty artist looked at me with a frown, then suddenly got close and opened my eyelids to check, and then made me stick out my tongue and check it carefully, muttering to himself, " In addition to the insufficiency, there seems to be another mystery."

"What do you say?" Yan Ke hurriedly asked.

"Well, it's hard to say, you have to wait for the poor nun to go back to look up the medical classics, and then you can come to a conclusion after verification." For a long while, Zen Master Kongxi shook his head.

"It shouldn't be too late, it's too much to have a teacher." Yan Ke is an anxious master, he only asked me a few words and then pulled the beauty teacher away in a hurry.

"Amitabha, if your Highness is free, you might as well go and see the peach blossoms in the temple..." Before being dragged away, Zen Master Kongxi smiled and turned his head and said to me.

After using the food, there was nothing left or right. Thinking of Master Kongxi’s suggestion, I dismissed the attendants and walked alone in the temple, enjoying the unique scenery in the temple-I knew that the attendants must not go far, but quietly follow In the vicinity, they were allowed to go.

Lingjue Zen Temple is also known as Peach Blossom Temple. Gein Temple is full of peach blossom trees. When the flowering period arrives, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the breeze is breezy, and the falling leaves are colorful, such as ten miles of red makeup. Endlessly, just to have a glimpse at the beauty of the peach blossoms.

There are even more rumors that if someone is predestined to make love under the peach blossom tree, they will be able to grow old together, and the love is very great, so the name of the Taohua Temple is more well-known than the Lingjue Temple.

Xu is due to the expropriation of this temple as a place to worship the heavens, and no idlers are allowed to enter. The accompanying guards encircled the temple strictly to ensure safety. I walked this way, let alone a good man and a believer looking at the scenery and praying for blessings. Nor did the nun in charge of sweeping.

The blossoming peach petals filled the sky like rain, but a lonely fragrant wind was blowing, making people feel melancholy.

I walked slowly, and deeper into the winding path, the loneliness seemed to have gotten into my bones and took root and sprouted, lingering and boring to teach others; I turned my heels, and I was about to return, but I caught a glimpse of it inadvertently. A figure dancing a sword lightly under the peach blossom tree, his steps seemed to have his own consciousness, and he walked towards there.

"Yaoyao escapes, burns its flowers, and the son is home, Yishi IKEA." I finished the first sentence, and the man had stopped the sword in his hand and looked over faintly-Guangfeng Jiyue, Juan Ya Wushuang, It's not Jiang Zhuo, but who is it?

"His Royal Highness." She no longer used the name we used when we traveled. It can be seen that she has placed us above our original status and taught me a bit of loss.

After hesitating for a while, she still couldn't bear the thoughts in her heart, wandered to her side, raised her hand and stroked the tree trunk surrounded by three people, brewing the topic of talking.

Unexpectedly, she said one step ahead of me: "Why are you chanting at the bottom of the palace?"

"Ah, that's... the sentence that the king read in a book." I secretly said a terrible cry, but I didn't know how to explain the origin of "The Book of Songs" to her, so I could only talk nonsense and perfunctory.

"This sentence is wonderful...is there a whole story?" Jiang Zhuo asked intriguedly.

She seldom showed interest in other things, let alone asking me something with great interest, and even at this point, I would never be able to distract her.

"This famous poem "Tao Yao"... Escapes Yaoyao, its Ye Zhenzhen, and its son is home to his family." Recalling the sentence in her mind, she could barely recite the whole passage, and she saw her face seriously aftertaste. It seems to have been integrated into the poetic realm.

I quietly looked at her profile, and the more I looked, the hotter my face became, and my heart felt like a deer bumping into each other... How could it feel like a nymphomaniac girl saw an idol who was thinking about it?

She secretly laughed at her random thoughts, quickly suppressed the thought, and looked up, Jiang Zhuo looked at me with a smile, not knowing if I could see the stupidity of my talent-this time, I really blushed; and this blushed. , Mostly due to embarrassment and embarrassment.

"The subordinates are not talented. I dare to guess that what the poem says is a congratulatory message to celebrate the marriage." Seeing me nodding in agreement, there was nothing strange on her face, but her eyes seemed to pass a narrow, so fast that she could hardly catch it. Then, "Could it be that His Royal Highness is in love with the scene, seeing the peach blossoms all this time, and then he came up with Naf's thoughts?"

"Hey? Na, Naf? No, no, no..." I was so frightened that I stammered and waved my hands to clear it away.

Seeing me panicked to explain, she just nodded her head without saying a word, her lips twitched, as if she had recognized her guess, and she seemed to have deliberately tricked me.

——Just, what if she misunderstood something?

I can't interfere with her thoughts, not to mention that it has nothing to do with her; to put it coldly, how can she manage the marriage of my prince with a small guard?

She dared to make fun of me, it is a sin of disrespect.

But the only thought in my mind was that I couldn't wait to clarify, for fear that she might have misunderstood the slightest.

Vaguely, my eyes lit up, as if I had caught some thoughts, thinking about it carefully, I was shocked and felt ridiculous, and after a short while, the thoughts dissipated like a plume of smoke... I shook my head and simply ignored it.

"Guardian Jiang, how about walking around with the king? The peach blossoms in this temple are blooming very well, and walking alone, it would have disappointed the beauty of the good day." He hesitated to offer the invitation, but did not dare to look at her, just staring at the toe of the shoe, worried Hear the refusal answer.

Rarely, she did not refuse, nor did she pretend to be a subordinate. Instead, she nodded, and even a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Okay."

"Let's go." She took a step forward, then looked back at me, as if asking me why I didn't catch up.

I trot quickly to keep up with her steps, walking carefully along every footprint she had stepped on.

"What are you doing?" she asked inexplicably, the frost between her eyebrows and eyes faded, and it was actually intoxicating tenderness.

"Well, I'll follow your footprints so that I can step on fewer petals." To meet her clear and soft gaze, I rubbed my cheek with embarrassment, and couldn't help lowering my head.

"These petals fall on the ground, and they can't always escape the end of muddy mud. So sooner or later, what is the difference?" Her voice was deep, a little sad inexplicably, and it made me feel tight.

"That said, but I always can't bear...they stay longer, and in the eyes of others, there will be more beautiful scenery, even if it can't escape the end of dissipation, at least it has been brilliant," I thought for a while, this The thought was negative, so he continued, "As the poem said-Luo Hong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud and protects flowers."

"Luohong is not a merciless thing, it turns into a spring mud to protect the flowers... Jiang Zhuo has been taught." She muttered a few words, and then smiled at me.

——Although this smile is faint, it is from the heart; when my heart is in my heart, it is as sweet as a spoonful of honey, and I can't think of anything else.