Bailiheng leaned over and reached out directly to touch Shi Qinghuan's head.
Shi Qinghuan shrank back subconsciously, while Bailiheng's hand stopped in mid-air. After hesitation, he took it back again.
"There is snow on your head. If you wait for it to melt, your hair will get wet."
"oh!"
Only then did Shi Qinghuan react and quickly reached out to touch his head, but he touched water drops on his hand.
Seeing this, Bailiheng sighed and reluctantly took out a handkerchief from one side. This time, he took her hand directly and carefully wiped all the water drops on her hand.
Then he reached out and brushed away all the snow from her hair.
His movements were gentle, and even his eyes had a feeling of helplessness and pampering that he had never seen before.
From Shi Qinghuan's angle, it was impossible to see his expression. Under the superior jaw line was a slender neck, tightly wrapped in a cloak, which attracted Shi Qinghuan's eyes and couldn't help but fall on the throat beads...
As he watched, Shi Qinghuan subconsciously averted his eyes, and his cheeks gradually became warm.
When Bailiheng stopped his hand, he turned sideways.
Seeing her like this, Bailiheng didn't think much about it, "You are so careless. You are not like someone who has been seriously ill for many years. You don't want your flaws to be seen."
It turned out to be because of this.
Shi Qinghuan breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief, then smiled and nodded, "I remember!"
But she didn't see Bailiheng's hand gradually loosening under his sleeve.
After walking in the snow all the way, everyone arrived at the imperial mausoleum at almost nightfall.
There are still two days left for the sacrifice, and everyone is heading to Zhuangyan Temple to stay.
There are many meditation rooms, which are distributed according to departments. Shi Qinghuan and Bailiheng were assigned to the Supervision Department.
The elegant little courtyard has several wing rooms, but it is also clean.
Once settled, it was a night of silence.
Shi Qinghuan, however, tossed and turned all night long.
Early on the next morning, the Ministry of Rites went to the imperial mausoleum to arrange sacrifice matters, while the others stayed in Zhuangyan Temple.
After accompanying him to worship the Buddha, they dispersed to rest.
In the entire Zhuangyan Temple, except for the residences of the Holy Emperor and the concubines in the harem, everyone can go there.
There were also many officials worshiping Buddha, explaining Zen, and talking to each other.
Shi Qinghuan had nothing to do, just walking around.
After entering the Buddhist hall, everything was quiet. Shi Qinghuan looked at the Buddha statue, then looked around the futon, and his expression gradually darkened.
It is said that Buddha is holy and a god.
But it is here that the dirtiest things always exist, it is a hell-like place.
If Buddha is really alive, why have the evildoers not been punished for so many years?
When I closed my eyes, all that came to my mind were insults, screams, help, and despair.
Miaotong was here at the beginning...
Thinking of this, Shi Qinghuan couldn't help clenching his fists, and the aura on his body also dropped to the extreme.
"You are under the Buddha, but you are full of murderous intentions. You are a Buddha, so why don't you worship him!"
There was a sudden voice, and Shi Qinghuan suddenly opened his eyes and saw a woman coming in behind him.
Dressed in plain white, her dark hair was only held up by a white hairband.
It is elegant and cold, but there is an inherent nobility and coercion inside.
There have always been many royal families and princes in Zhuangyan Temple praying for blessings for a long time. The woman in front of me is probably not an ordinary person.
Before Shi Qinghuan could say anything, the woman had already stepped forward and bowed casually to the Buddha.
Then he turned back to look at Shi Qinghuan, "Actually, I don't believe it either, but I can still pretend. It's better for you not to even pretend. I wonder if it's because you are naive and fearless, or because you don't want to live anymore?"
Shi Qinghuan quickly saluted, "I, Shi Qinghuan, have met the eldest princess."
The eldest princess of the current dynasty, Cheng Qianyue.
"Oh? At your age, you actually know me?"
There was surprise in Cheng Qianyue's eyes, but Shi Qinghuan was calm.
"I don't know him."
"Then how did you know it was me?"
"I heard that the eldest princess has been praying for the country at Zhuangyan Temple for ten years. Judging from her age, there is no doubt that she is. And although there are many female relatives in Zhuangyan Temple, the eldest princess is the only one who has both civil and military skills and has been on the battlefield."
Speaking of the eldest princess, Shi Qinghuan admired her.
Young and handsome, with both civil and military skills, he is as good as any prince.
During his travels, he encountered unrest from foreign tribes and became famous in a battle on the border.
Although Shi Qinghuan has never met him, he has always admired him.
But she was also very puzzled as to why such a woman would later invite herself to Zhuangyan Temple and live her entire life as the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha.
"It's all in the past. Now, I'm just a guy in this temple just trying to make ends meet!"
Cheng Qianyue said it easily, but there was endless sadness in his eyes, so cold that Shi Qinghuan could feel it.
“If you long for the sky to be high and the sea to be vast, why do you want to be here?”
After saying that, Shi Qinghuan was shocked to realize that something was wrong, and nodded towards Cheng Qianyue, "This subordinate is talking too much, please forgive me."
Cheng Qianyue looked at Shi Qinghuan with appreciation.
"It doesn't matter, you are just speaking bluntly. I like your temperament, but I also have to tell you a truth. In life, there are many things you cannot control yourself."
After saying that, he sighed and felt relieved.
"But you, at such a young age, have such great resentment and murderous intention, it is not suitable for you in the future."
"Thank you, Princess, for the tip."
"Well, the plum blossoms in the back mountain are in full bloom, which is much more beautiful than this Buddhist temple. You can go and have a look."
Cheng Qianyue turned around with a smile and left.
Seeing her retreating back, Shi Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.
In life, there are many things you cannot control yourself.
Yes, I can't help myself.
Shi Qinghuan also sighed, turned around and left the Buddhist hall.
All the way to the back mountain, Shi Qinghuan found that there were so many people admiring the plum blossoms, so Shi Qinghuan had no choice but to return to the meditation room.
It was almost night before Bailiheng came back.
As the door opened, a cold air rushed into the room, but there was a faint fragrance in the cold air.
Shi Qinghuan, who was reading a book, turned around and saw Bailiheng holding a bouquet of plum blossoms in his hand. He walked straight to Shi Qinghuan and placed the plum blossoms on the table.
"Seeing that the plum blossoms in the back mountain were in full bloom, I casually broke off a branch."
Casually?
Shi Qinghuan took a closer look. When she went to the backyard, she saw that the plum blossoms were beautiful, but maybe the season was not right and they were no longer in their prime. They were sparse and loose.
But this bunch, the brocade blooms, and it looks like this after just folding it. How lucky is it?
Shi Qinghuan saw through it but didn't point it out, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Tomorrow at noon, the official sacrifice will be held. Don't forget the rules I told you before!"
"Don't worry, sir, I will never forget."
"Um!"
Bailiheng nodded, sat lazily on one side, picked up the hot tea and drank it.
Shi Qinghuan thought for a while and asked, "Why has the eldest princess been here for ten years?"
Bailiheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"You don't know?"
"Why do I know?"
Too.
Bailiheng was only in his prime now, so it was normal for him not to know about the eldest princess.
But somehow in Shi Qinghuan's subconscious, it seemed that he should be omnipotent.
Thinking of this, Shi Qinghuan couldn't help but chuckle.
Bailiheng was puzzled, "Why did you laugh suddenly?"
"I just feel that I actually regard you as a god."
Hearing this, Baili Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, and then a smile appeared on his lips.
The tea cup has been put in, the night is getting darker, and Bailiheng also gets up.
He walked slowly to the door, but stopped again and looked back at Shi Qinghuan, "It's not a bad idea!"
Shi Qinghuan didn't react for a moment, "What?"
Bailiheng smiled meaningfully, "Nothing, it's going to be cold tomorrow, so wear more clothes!"
After that, he turned around and disappeared into the night.
Shi Qinghuan didn't know why, so he didn't think much about it and continued reading.
Only the breeze coming in from the window made sparks pop.
It seemed that Bailiheng had not finished what he said just now.
It’s okay to be your god!
