The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

352 Chapter 351: What is love?

The wound on Wan Teng Qingzui's back was still caused by Ling Po.

"Thank you," Wan Qingzui nodded lightly, holding the two porcelain bottles tightly in his hands.

Ling Po fixed his eyes, and the lazy smile on the corner of his mouth became serious: "Thank you for letting us meet."

Wan Tengqing's heart trembled slightly when he was drunk, and the two looked at each other, speechless for a while.

But they see too many things from each other's eyes.

The silence speaks.

There was a gentle breeze blowing by the ear, blowing the veil on Wan Teng Qingzui's face.

Ling Po glanced at it suddenly, as if seeing it for the first time.

Her beautiful face is still so good-looking.

His eyes fell, and he said: "Hurry up and get on the carriage, the team is ready to go."

"Ah."

Wan Teng Qingzui responded softly, lifted his long skirt and got into the carriage, he lifted the curtains, and whispered: "Lingpo."

Ling Po responded to him: "Yes, I am here."

"I have something to tell you."

"Well, I'm listening."

Wan Teng was drunk but suddenly concentrating on his words, looked up at the slowly setting sun, the distant sky was covered with a golden layer, and the setting sun was about to come out.

After a long time, he chuckled: "The handful of melon seeds you gave me last time tasted like red dates, and they were quite delicious."

Ling Po laughed, and took out a large handful of melon seeds from his bosom and handed them to him: "Eat on the road."

Wan Chengqingzui took it: "Thank you."

The convoy was about to leave, he waved his hand at Ling Po, lowered the curtains, and the convoy left.

Ling Po watched the convoy away, took out another handful of melon seeds from his bosom, and went back while nibbling.

Of all the melon seeds from now on, he only likes the jujube-flavored ones.

In the carriage, Wan Teng Qingzui looked at the handful of melon seeds on the small table, the jujube-flavored melon seeds, he liked it the first time he tasted it.

In fact, what he wanted to say to Ling Po just now was: "If you asked that sentence just now, I will stay in Dajin and not return to Donglin."

Just now, Ling Po said something jokingly: If I said that I want you to stay in Dajin, would you agree?

After all, Ling Po only took this sentence as a joke.

He didn't ask in the end.

The carriage slowly drove out of the Great Jin Imperial City.

On the small table, there is a Buddhist book. Wan Qiqingzui usually has the habit of reading scriptures.

A gust of wind blows in from the car window and blows away a random page of the Buddhist book. On it is a Buddhist poem:
You see me, or you don't see me, I'm right there
happy or sad
You miss me, or you don’t miss me, love is there
not coming or going
You love me, or you don't love me, love is there
no increase or decrease
Follow me, or not, my hand is in yours

never give up
come into my arms

Or

let me live in your heart
silence, love

silence, joy

In the evening, Ling Po went to Tingfang Pavilion for a drink.

Lianchun invited a few girls to accompany him, some to accompany him, some to play music, they were all the girls that Ling Po often ordered at Tingfang Pavilion in front of him.

But Ling Po was not interested this time, he didn't let them get close, and poured his own drink.

Lianchun also teased him, why doesn't he like girls anymore, has he changed his taste?

Ling Po smiled, took a sip of wine, and said nothing.

Seeing that he was not interested, Lianchun thought he was tired of playing with these girls, and planned to exchange some more, but Ling Po refused.

He waved away the girl next to him, and drank alone.

For the first time, Ling Po felt that in such a lively and bustling romantic place, his heart was still so empty and lonely.

Although Ling Po is romantic, he is not obscene.

He used to come to Tingfang Pavilion to drink and find some girls to play with, but he just drank and listened to music, and never crossed that line of defense.

He once joked to Qing Yu that his body would be left to his beloved in the future, how could other messy women get their hands on it.

Qing Yu just rolled his eyes and ignored him.

After drinking until late at night, Ling Po became drunk.

It was also the first time he was drunk.

He has always been a good drinker, but he didn't expect to be drunk this time.

I don't know whether it is drunk or self-drunk.

When Ling Po staggered back to Lanyue Palace, Yun Ranyue was writing and practicing calligraphy at the desk with Nan Zhuohua in his arms.

Smelling Ling Po's smell of alcohol, Yun Ranyue only frowned, and asked him to go back to rest without saying anything.

Then he ordered Wuyu to make him a bowl of hangover soup.

Nan Zhuohua sat on Yun Ranyue's lap, holding a brush in his hand, raised his face and asked, "What's wrong with Brother Ling Po? Is there something on your mind?"

Ever since the empress dowager came to him in the afternoon, but he refused to see him, Nan Zhuohua had sensed that something was going on between the two of them.

Later, she heard from Sister Wuyu that Brother Ling Po took two bottles of medicine from her and went to the gate of the palace to send Wan Tuqing drunk.

Sometimes it's that complicated between adults.

Yun Ranyue didn't answer her, but took her little hand and wrote one word stroke by stroke: love.

"Teach Yaoyao to learn this word for the teacher."

Nan Zhuohua looked at the word: "What do you read?"

He replied: "Love."

"Is it the love of feelings?"

"Yes."

Nan Zhuohua was silent.

Yun Ranyue lowered her eyes and looked at her: "Does Yaoyao know what 'love' is?"

"I know," Nan Zhuohua raised his head and looked at each other, his black eyes shining like stars, "Just like me and Yueya'er, it's love."

Yun Ranyue raised the corners of her lips: "Is there a master-student relationship?"

"That's not it." Nan Zhuohua pouted his mouth, turned around, took out a purse from Yunranyue's arms with his small hand, and hung it on his waist, "I have this kind of relationship with Yueya'er."

This purse was given by her last time.

Sending purses means admiration and joy.

Nan Zhuohua put his arms around his neck, "Yue Ya'er will always hang this purse on her body from now on, so that other women will know that you have someone they like."

Yun Ranyue couldn't help laughing, and responded well.

In fact, Yun Ranyue has been hanging this purse on his body all the time, but it is easy to forget when changing clothes every day, so he put it away.

He flicked the broken hair by Nan Zhuohua's ear, and whispered softly: "Yaoyao, love is not only love, but also family, friendship, master-student relationship, everything has love, but there is no love at any stage of love. Same."

Nan Zhuohua may not have understood these things before, but she understands them all now.

She knows that everyone has many kinds of emotions, but she only has one kind of emotion for Yue Yueer.

Stay together forever and grow old together.

She asked: "What about Brother Ling Po? What kind of 'love?' is he?"

Yun Ranyue was stunned for a moment, and then hooked her lips: "A kind of 'feeling' that transcends the world.'"

What kind of love is that?

To prevent the little girl from asking, Yun Ranyue hugged her and stood up, "It's very late, Yaoyao should go to bed."

"Won't Yueya'er teach me how to read?"

"Yaoyao doesn't need to learn, you will understand these words naturally in the future."

When she grows up, she can do anything.

Yun Ranyue had already discovered the clues about Ling Po and Wan Qi's drunkenness.

As the master, he has no right to intervene.

Whatever Ling Po wants to do, he only respects his choice.

All things are fickle, and people have seven emotions and six desires.

Emotions are something that people cannot control.

Otherwise, how could there be that sentence: Love does not know where it starts, but it goes deeper and deeper.

　Buddhist Poetry Quoting Tsangyang Gyatso's "Seeing and Not Seeing"

　　
　
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