Chapter 465 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (21)

Wen Xien prescribed a prescription and gave it to the leader of Yue. He gave a special advice before that he must not miss it, and no one can be missed.

The leader of the Alliance Yue carefully caught it like he was taking something, and nodded quickly.

Wen Xien originally wanted to go back to his room, but Yu Xuan was walking towards him while passing by the rockery.

If he thought, Yu Xuan would definitely run over happily and shouted shyly as Master.

But this time Yu Xuan didn't look at him at all and walked over directly.

Wen Xien felt strange in his heart.

When she was passing by, she called Yu Xuan specifically, but she seemed to have no expression on her face.

Something different happened, and Wen Xien felt creepy in his heart.

This time Wen Xien shouted again, and Yu Xuan responded.

Wen Xien looked at Yu Xuan, who was gentle but extremely weird, and stammered his lips, and something was about to break out of his throat.

"Clean dust."

Ke Changqing called out from behind, and the crisp sound was like a bamboo shoot twitching on Wen Xien's back, breeding the crackling and numb itchy joints.

Wen Xien looked back and Ke Changqing waved to him. His handsome face was covered with a layer of fluffy and golden light in the sun. He looked like a syrup cake wrapped in syrup, sweet and soft.

Wen Xien's Adam's apple rolled and just rushed to his throat, he swallowed it again.

"Jingchen! What are you still doing there? Come here!" Ke Changqing was very excited when he looked at it, jumping up to grab her hand.

Wen Xien looked at his gloomy smile, nodded slightly, and then he half dragged away.

Wen Xien turned his head with difficulty to look at Yu Xuan who was standing straight in the spot. She still had a stiff smile on her face, as if her face was pulled by an invisible pair of hands.

Wen Xien lowered his long eyelashes slightly, his pale skin was almost white under the sun, but the coldness arose from his heart.

She turned her head back, her heart pounding like a drum.

"Jingchen, what's wrong?" Ke Changqing noticed Wen Xien's pale face and asked worriedly.

Wen Xien stared at the innocent little fox in front of him for a long time, until the smile on Ke Changqing's face was a little stiff, and then said, "Nothing."

Ke Changqing held her hand, bent over and pressed her cheek against Wen Xien's chest, and the tip of his ears shook without hearing any abnormalities before he felt at ease.

"What are you doing?"

Ke Changqing took Wen Xien's hand and refused to let go, "I'm worried about you."

"Let me hear if you have changed your mind."

Wen Xien was so amused that he buried his guess in his heart in his heart, "Who did you hear me? Besides, do you know what the meaning of changing your mind is?"

"When you look at me, your heart beats very quickly, but you don't change your heart."

Ke Changqing's fingers covered Wen Xien's chest and pressed them against his heart.

"If it doesn't jump so fast one day, it's just a change of mind."

"If you watch others dance quickly, you will be called empathetic and not in love."

Wen Xien heard such a fallacy for the first time, and saw that he was so serious, he was a little amused, "You fox, don't always say strange things, I don't like them."

Ke Changqing didn't know what he said, so he was stunned and looked at Wen Xien in a daze, as if he hadn't considered this issue.

After a while, he just stammered: "How can it jump to others...how can it do..."

"How can I jump to someone else?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Wen Xien didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he quickly walked forward. Ke Changqing stayed in place, looked back at Yu Xuan, and his eyes flashed slightly red.

The dullness in Yu Xuan's eyes disappeared and she gradually returned to Qingming.

She looked around in confusion, her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know how she got here.

——

One day, Wen Xien went to find Yu Xuan.

Yu Xuan is picking osmanthus flowers. The osmanthus flowers on the tree are lush and densely packed, one cluster after another. From a distance, it seems like the green leaves are dotted with broken gold. In the sun, the osmanthus flowers on the tree are shining with golden light.

A gust of wind blew, and the osmanthus flowers slowly fell down. From a distance, it looked like a rain of osmanthus flowers.

There was a bit of osmanthus on his shoulders and hair. Yu Xuan looked at the cold monk in front of her, nervous and surprised.

"Master, do you have anything to do with me?"

A clear and indifferent voice said slowly, "Miss Yu, have you been feeling unwell recently?"

This sudden comfort made Yu Xuan flatter. She never expected that the master would come over and ask her if she felt uncomfortable.

The tip of the nose was filled with a strong fragrance of osmanthus, and in front of him was a monk wearing a snow-white cassock. The girl blushed, "I don't feel uncomfortable."

"Does Miss Yu still remember what happened in the rockery?"

Yu Xuan thought about it and didn't remember when she had been to the rockery. And she didn't remember very clearly about the days in the previous few days. She said, "Master, I don't remember it very clearly. I have a little bit of a good memory in recent days."

Wen Xien nodded, took out a talisman from his sleeve and handed it to Yu Xuan, "You can keep this, it will be useful."

Although Yu Xuan found it strange, she still followed it. The symbols and weirdness on it were characters that Yu Xuan couldn't understand.

——

The courtyard walls are yellow, and the palace ridges are blue and gray.

Above the mountains and the ancient trees are green.

The Buddha's light shines with gold, and the sunset indicates blood.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong--"

"I heard this, for a moment, the Buddha was in the Jerusalem tree in the Kingdom of Shravas..."

The front hall. Wen Xien knelt solemnly towards the Buddha statue, closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish with a solemn expression.

The lips are turned and chanting obscure Sanskrit, and the sounds are heard.

Suddenly, behind the Buddhist temple, the sound of bead curtains colliding, followed by the sound of the corner of the table moving on the ground, and Wen Xien's hand hit.

Her body was not moving, and her slightly lowered eyelashes covered her turning eyes and glanced at the chaotic figure behind the bead curtain.

After only a moment of quietness, the sound of something falling to the ground came from inside. After a while, a fist-sized Gong Tao rolled in front of the two of them.

The side room is empty, and there is a statue of Guanyin who is kind-hearted and kind on the altar, and there are several plates of fruit and pastries placed under it.

Wen Xien stopped chanting, his light-colored pupils moved slightly, and he stood up to look over.

A bright moon outside the window gradually reflected a face. Her temples were like cutters, her eyebrows were like green mountains, and her eyes were filled with autumn waves. When she looked at her, she was always filled with joy.

It's Ke Changqing.

Against the backdrop of the Buddha's light, it was like a fairy falling under the Buddha's knees.

"Jingchen and Jingchen, stop reciting, let's play with me."

The monk did not hesitate and refused directly, "No, you can go play by yourself."

Ke Changqing was stunned by her cold attitude, and her face looked a little unbelievable, and her eyes drooped, feeling pitiful, "How can I play alone? You can't accompany me."

(End of this chapter)
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