Nangong Jin quickly led her to hide in the pavilion next to her, without having time to ask the servants to get an umbrella from the carriage.
In just a minute, Nangong Jin took her into the pavilion with familiarity.
An Xili quickly wiped the rain off him, "Didn't you say there is an umbrella?"
"This is closer. There is a pavilion here." Nangong Jin explained as he took off his outer robe and said, "Although it is midsummer, the wind is blowing on the mountain and it is cold. You put on my clothes first."
An Xili's clothes were also thin and he was not polite. Anyway, he was strong.
she said. "I don't know if Xiaocui and Yanqing got wet. All our luggage is on them."
"Don't worry, there are pavilions everywhere in Lingyin Temple. They will find a place to hide from the rain."
At this time, An Xili said: "You are quite familiar with Lingyin Temple. I have been here many times, but why didn't I find a pavilion here? Oh, no, I remember it rained heavily once, and I hid here too. Every time I came here, I was in a hurry."
As soon as she finished speaking, she went to find the pillar. She had carved a word on the pillar out of fear.
There were dark clouds in the sky, and she couldn't see clearly: "Husband, are there any fire seals? I'll look for them."
Gong Jin came over, "What are you looking for?"
"A word, a word written by me." She said: "I just started to learn to write at that time, and my writing was very ugly, with the word "glass"."
She didn't find the word "Li", but instead found the word "Jin" at the bottom of a pillar.
Because of the passage of time, the words are a bit blurry.
An Xili exclaimed: "Husband, come and see, is this the word "Li" or the word "Jin"?
"The word Jin." Nangong Jin raised his eyebrows.
She looked at him and said, "I think it's Li Zi."
"It's not Li. Look carefully. It's Jin, because your husband carved it with a knife himself. It's my name." Nangong Jin said.
Suddenly, Nangong Jin realized something was wrong, "Li'er, you just said that you also carved your name in the pavilion of Lingyin Temple?"
An Xili nodded, "I carved it with stones. It's been six or seven years, and I almost forgot where it was carved..."
Nangong Jin ran to the other side of the pillar and finally found a word that was carved crookedly. You couldn't tell it was the word "glass" unless you looked carefully.
Because except for the word "王", the other side is a complete mess.
Nangong Jin stared at An Xili closely and looked at her repeatedly, "Li'er, did you write the word "Li" under a night like today?"
An Xili nodded, "Yes, it was almost dark at that time, and I fell into the mud, and my hair and clothes were all stained. That year, not long after my mother passed away, I ran to Lingyin Temple alone. I wanted to see my mother again, but it suddenly started raining heavily on the way down the mountain, and I suddenly slipped and rolled down the mountain. Then I hid here and met a beggar here."
"Is the beggar you met wrapped up all over his body, and his hair and clothes are dirty?" Nangong Jin asked intently.
"I don't remember, it seems." She was also very scared at that time, trembling with cold, and she didn't dare to get close to anyone.
"Did you tell the beggar that if you are afraid, just write the words you want to write the most?" Nangong Jin asked again.
An Xili then remembered: "It seems... I also wrote my name. The beggar didn't know what he wrote. I was afraid and didn't dare to read it..."
"But how do you know?" She didn't know why.
"Li'er, have you forgotten? We have met before, and the person you are talking about wrapping up my whole body is me, your husband."
Nangong Jin suddenly hugged her waist and said happily: "Li'er, I thought you were just a little beggar. I didn't expect you to be my wife, Nangong Jin."
