Chapter 393

In winter, Hanshan Temple will be surrounded by plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms planted in the temple are rare cinnabar plum, red like the setting sun weeping blood. It's a special taste to come out to enjoy plum blossoms in such a snowy weather.

Nangong Yan is an old acquaintance with the abbot of Hanshan Temple. He used to come to the temple to play chess with him when he was free.

"Benefactor, I haven't set foot in this Hanshan Temple for a long time." Mukong brushed his gray beard and looked at the person in front of him with a smile.

Nangong Yan nodded: "the last time I saw the abbot should have been a year ago."

Although Mukong is old, he still sounds like a loud bell: "it seems that benefactor has changed a lot in recent years."

"Does the abbot think I've changed?" Nangong Yan took a sip from his tea cup. "Xuelan tea always needs the taste made by the abbot himself."

Mu Kong smiled very kindly: "where can the changes in the eyes of outsiders match the changes in your heart."

Because what others see is only the appearance, and only you can understand the subtle influence of your heart.

"In my opinion, the hostility of benefactor is much less than a year ago. It seems that the girl who can affect you is the one who came with you."

Nangong Yan paused. For a long time, he replied, "her name is ah Xue. She is my wife."

"No wonder." Mukong nodded unconsciously.

"Abbot, I won't play chess with you today."

Mukong seemed to know it clearly. He said, "go. She should be in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The couple's short separation is like three autumn. I can understand."

Nangong Yan was stunned and looked strange: "Abbot?"

Empty eyes smiled brightly: "benefactor, you don't need to look at me with such surprised eyes. After all, I've experienced it."

Hearing this, Nangong Yan's expression was even more surprised. So, the abbot had a feeling before.

"No one is born or a monk. I was young and frivolous, but years don't forgive people. Go, young man."

Only those who have picked it up can be qualified to say put it down.

Mukong propped up his body and walked to the meditation room tremblingly: "I have to recite the Sutra. Now the Buddha is my fate. Benefactor, you should cherish your fate. Whether it's good or bad, it belongs to you."

Nangong Yan was like an epiphany, with a smile in his mouth: "thank you for your guidance."

mid-lake pavilion.

The heavy snow has covered the whole Hanshan Temple with a vast expanse of white. Ji Qingxue wears a fox fur and warms wine around the stove. His eyes fall lightly on the plum blossom forest opposite.

It snowed heavily for several days. The snow on the plum trees was pressed layer after layer, and some trees had been bent.

The lake is covered with a thin layer of ice. If you look carefully, you can see the swimming fish below.

The snow stopped slowly. Ji Qingxue was fascinated by the plum blossom and didn't feel the cold at all.

Nangong Yan stood not far away and silently took a panoramic view of this beautiful scene. From a distance, it was like a painting carefully painted by the painter. It was exquisite.

That beautiful figure was printed into the eyes. It seemed that she was born to belong to the spirit in the snow, so flexible and elegant.

Carrying a cold plum blossom fragrance, he fell lightly on the tip of his heart.

Don't lean. Nangong Yan still walked slowly towards the Huxin Pavilion, leaving a string of long footprints behind him.

Ji Qingxue turned back fiercely when she heard the footsteps. She smiled: "it's beautiful here."

Nangong Yan nodded seriously, but in my eyes, even if the scenery is beautiful, it is not as good as you.

Ji Qingxue stood up and said mischievously to Nangong Yan, "if you want snow later, can you drink a cup of tea?"

Nangong Yan smiled: "this wine ah Xue has already warmed up for me. Can I say no?"

So they sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and slowly enjoyed the quiet moment.

From hill to hill no bird in flight, from path to path no man in sight.

Everything was quiet around. Ji Qingxue closed her eyes and even could clearly hear the breathing sound of her and Nangong Yan.

Ji Qingxue can't drink. After a few drinks, Nangong Yan holds her hand and breathes gently.

"Your hands are always so cold." Nangong Yan's hands are very generous and warm.

Ji Qingxue couldn't help but say, "you know, there is a saying in the market that people whose hands and feet are always cold all year round have no pain or love."

"Nonsense." Nangong Yan raised his eyes and looked at her bright eyes, "who says you have no pain and no love, don't you have me?"

Ji Qingxue hung his head and his eyes were filled with emotion.

"The plum blossoms over there are really beautiful." Ji Qingxue's eyes are full of red plum figures.

Nangong Yan looked over there and looked at the people around him. Then he hooked his long arm. Ji Qingxue was caught off guard and bumped into his arms.

Ji Qingxue looked up and said, "what are you doing?"

Nangong Yan smiled coldly, but the smile made Ji Qingxue feel very warm: "naturally, I'll take you to appreciate Mei."

Nangong Yan jumped against the fence with Ji Qingxue in his arms. They skimmed the frozen lake so lightly, and then fell steadily into the red plum forest.

Ji Qingxue is in the sea of flowers, happy as a child.

Nangong Yan's eyes are also full of smiles. If ah Xue is happy, he will be happy with him.

Nangong Yan picked a big tree, then repeated the old trick and flew up with Ji Qingxue in his arms.

As soon as they stood on the strong branch, the snow on the tree fell down. Nangong Yan wiped the water stains left by the snow on the branch with his clothes and robes before he let Ji Qingxue sit down.

Now they really become elves growing in trees.

"That's the way to enjoy flowers." a proud look flashed in Nangong Yan's eyes.

Ji Qingxue kept holding his hands excitedly. Nangong Yan pursed his lips with a smile and directly pressed people on his shoulders, so that he could keep warm for her.

"Cold?" Nangong Yan asked.

Ji Qingxue gently shook his head: "it's not cold."

Not only is it not cold, but I feel a warm current swimming all over my body, warm from head to foot.

Everything in sight was an enchanting crimson. Seeing that she liked it so much, Nangong Yan said, "how about I plant such a plum blossom forest in front of our house?"

Ji Qingxue looked into his eyes: "our home?"

Nangong Yan stretched out his hand and nodded her nose: "you forget, I said we would go to Qingqu city when things are handled here. If you don't like living in Qingqu City, we'll buy a piece of land ourselves and build a house. There are only two of us. No outsiders will disturb us again."

Nangong Yan had planned this way. He was tired, so now he just wanted to stay away from these disputes and live a quiet life with Ji Qingxue.

Ji Qingxue nodded, "OK."

Nangong Yan's joking voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "but ah Xue, what if we two want to beg for a living?"

Ji Qingxue said, "I'm not afraid. I know medical skills. Then you'll be responsible for being as beautiful as flowers, and I'll be responsible for making money to support my family."

Nangong Yan's face burst into a smile: "I'll bother your mother to take care of it in the future."

Ji Qingxue proudly patted him on the shoulder: "don't worry, I can't lose you if I mix with my sister."