box of hearts

Chapter 173
"Spicy mother! What kind of nun are you a bitch? I don't dare to compare with his grandma's regent, but this, hey, touch, you touch, ah, what are you hiding? I'm kind enough to let you see Experience, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds!"

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Whistles and laughter echoed in the valley, but that little Ni seemed to be used to it, the sky was high and the clouds were calm, calm and composed.The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.Seeing this scene, Mr. Chang was very indignant, and he searched his brains and came up with two specious love words, shaking his head and chanting: "When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world..." But the little nun suddenly stopped in a daze On the stone steps below, the lids that had never been opened tremblingly opened like a secret, her eyes were as deep and clear as water, and the black beads rolled in confusion in the large bright white light, and then she turned her face to look back, looking Towards the fourth step below, a silent spectator she had passed by just now.Mr. Chang also looked at him, and saw that it was a burly man in his early thirties, with two black beards on his lips, and a very high mountain root.

Mr. Chang didn't know when this person appeared, he couldn't figure it out, but suddenly someone covered his mouth from behind and forced him to turn around.It's an evil fan with a knife, pointing the knife, which means tell him to get out.Mr. Chang took a quick glance, and found that the rascal who was the leader just now and the prodigal son had disappeared as if they had been evaporated. He was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and immediately slapped his butt and left in a sensible manner.In the last glance, the little nun and the man were still several steps away from the stone platform, one up and one down, standing still and looking at each other.

The bundle of firewood that had been hanging on the person's shoulders couldn't stand the dead stillness, so he jumped up, and with a "wow", it was scattered on the ground like the dust before him.People were also shocked by the yelling, they took Feihun back, and quickly turned back to pick it up.When passing a certain stone step, a voice rang in my ears, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, solemn and compassionate.

"Qingtian..."

Qingtian stood still, but didn't look sideways, she just put her right palm on her chest, "The benefactor is polite, the poor nun's name is Jinghui." Then she moved down the steps, bent down to pick up the firewood branches one by one back.

In the white sky without cover and cover, a pair of steps that had been cut by the steps moved forward clumsily, and the man also squatted down, and reached out to hold her hand holding a firewood branch, "Qingtian." His voice was loud. Dumb, his eyes are hot, hotter than the sun above his head.

But Qingtian was like a millennium-year solid ice, unmoved at all, "This is the place where all the women are cultivating, please respect yourself." She lowered her eyes to see the palm of the skeletal bone struggling to let go inch by inch, and took it out. With his own hands, he skillfully gathered the firewood into a bundle, carried it on his shoulders, and went up the mountain without looking back.

Along the way, there are guards hiding in the weeds, secretly taking a look at the unattainable nun, and then at the disgraced master.Qi She stood up straight, still standing on the stone platform.As soon as the first seven days of Princess Xiangshou passed, he claimed to be sick and avoided the world, and announced to the outside world that he would meditate and mourn at his villa in Huairou, but in fact he rushed to Yangzhou without stopping.He knew that the situation was sensitive, and he also knew that there were many more important things for him to do urgently, but he really couldn't wait another day, he had to see Qing Tian with his own eyes, he had something to say to her.

But obviously, she refused to give him a chance to speak.

Qi She looked at Qingtian's back from a distance, still feeling the touch of the back of her hand in his palm.That skinny hand with freckles, deformed fingertips, and peeling nails was not Qingtian's slippery little hand in his memory. When it was pulled away, the skin was so rough that it not only pulled his hand, but also pulled it straight. over his heart.Qi She knew that Manshan's followers were all watching him being insulted and hurt by a woman, but compared with the insult and hurt this woman suffered, he sincerely hoped that his heart, which was already in pain, could feel more uncomfortable Some will make yourself feel better.

Her figure has completely disappeared, among the narrow streams and sparse leaves.Flowing east does not make water returning to the west, and the falling flowers are ashamed of the old forest [1].

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Qingtian walked steadily and steadily, until he reached the back door of Soyue Nunnery.

There is a neat vegetable field outside the door, separated by a hedge.She stepped across the ridge in the mosaic-eared straw sandals, and pushed open the firewood gate with her hand. After the sound of "creak", I saw the temple master Liao Kong stepping forward from the courtyard, with an unprecedented smile on his face, "Little Master Jinghui, come here, put it down quickly. There is no need to chop the firewood today." You don’t have to do any more work from now on. When you’re tired, go back to your room and rest, and your lunch has already been delivered to your room.”

Faced with such an unimaginable change in Kong, Qingtian didn't seem surprised.She opened her eyes and looked inward, and she saw Zhou Dun at a glance. He was standing on the porch wearing a sesame ground gauze shirt, and he was waving his hands and shouting: "Hurry up, don't procrastinate, hurry up, hurry up, let's go!" You are not allowed to stay here either." Four or five little eunuchs in regular clothes urged them, and drove all the nuns living in the courtyard out of their rooms one by one. Go to the front hall.

The scars on Zhou Dun's cheeks have faded, like two wrinkles, looking harsh and fierce, "From now on, you all move to live in the front, and you are not allowed to step into this yard, let alone peep and stay , if there is a disobedience—the empress!"

At a glance, he also saw Qingtian.

He hurriedly waved his sleeves to the group of small supervisors, "Quickly, clear away these miscellaneous people." The man on the other side staggered forward and kowtowed to Qingtian on the spot, "My slave salutes your mother, it has been a long time I don’t see you, how is your empress? The servants will immediately lock up the courtyard, and the prince will arrive later. The prince said he was going to pick up the empress at the foot of the mountain, why didn’t the empress meet?”

Qingtian turned a deaf ear to it, and only took half a step back to avoid Zhou Dun's kneeling, unloaded the firewood from his shoulders to Kong's feet, and walked towards his meditation room without making a sound.

Zhou Dun got up, very confused, and then stared blankly at the space around him, "What are you looking at? Why don't you go out soon? Watch out for the tongues of those sisters-in-law under you. language, it all comes from you."

"Yes, yes, dare not, dare not." Liaokong bowed like a pecking rice, stepped back out of Kuayuan, and closed the courtyard door.

On the other side, Qingtian also closed the door of his own room.She put her forehead behind the door and stared blankly for a moment, then walked to the water tank in the corner, scooped up a ladle of water to wet her wet face and sweaty neck, and sat down at the table shaking her hands.On the table are three vegetables, one soup, one bowl of white rice, and a small plate of white fungus, which is a good meal that can only be enjoyed when the owner of the nunnery is free on weekdays.Qingtian didn't touch those vegetarian chicken and duck, just picked a few vegetables from the soup base, and ate them with his rice.After eating to the bottom, there was a knock on the door, two knocks first, then two knocks.She put down the bowls and chopsticks, still slowly chewing what was in her mouth, with a pair of tendons bulging high on her temples on both sides.

There is no one in the courtyard, only the vines and leaves of the flowers and trees are luxuriant.Under the shadow of a tree, Qi Shedan waited for a while, and then the door opened.He saw Qingtian poking straight into the door, neither retreating nor advancing, neither watching nor speaking, a hot and sour blood surged into his throat, "Qingtian..."

"Poor Nifa—"

"Master Jinghui!" He interrupted her with a thud, and then softened his tone, "Can I have a word with you?" He bowed his shoulders and tried to catch the other's eyes, but he couldn't catch her. , I can only lower my figure again and again, begging earnestly, "Go in and talk, is it okay?"

"The poor nun has heard a word from the benefactor, please." He put his hands together, and then closed the door.

Qi She stared at the door leaf, anxious, and raised her arms in a "swipe".But he only clenched his fist in the air for a long time, then put it down again, took two steps back, more than a dozen steps, and sat on the edge of the well in the courtyard.My heart is so tight, it's like a ball of hemp on a wheel.

If there is anyone who can solve such a complicated state of mind, it must be Zhou Dun.On the day he escaped from the prison, Qi She saw him, and said "I'm back" as if nothing had happened, but he had mixed feelings, rushed forward and hugged his master's leg and cried loudly.After this time, I felt more and more ashamed and ruthless.This time traveling south with me, the desire to be reunited is even more urgent than the master, but just seeing Duan Niangniang's indifference to me, I know the future is not good, now I look at this scene again, I can't help but shake my head and move silently. In order to put the big bamboo chair on the porch, "Grandpa, just sit and wait over there, it's sunny here."

The master and servant waited like this for more than an hour, only to see Qingtian's door opened again.She wore a nun hat on her head, held a laundry tub full of clothes in one hand, and carried a small stool in the other hand, and went straight to the well. Put down the basin and stool first, and then leaned over to grab the bucket.Qi She had already caught up and snatched the bucket out of her hand, "I'll do it." Qingtian didn't argue, and he helped to wring up half a bucket of water and pour it into the basin. Come to grab her gavel for pounding clothes, "I'll do it." Qingtian's eyelashes flapped twice, and he stepped aside with a well-deserved gesture.Qi She was too late, so he had no choice but to lift up the silver shirt with lotus root ash on his body, straddled his legs and rode on the low stool next to the washtub, coughed dryly, pushed up his sleeves, first held the clothes mallet in his hand to observe for a moment, It was even more sad than the first murder, and I didn't know how many times my heart was crossed before I raised the gavel and swung it.

With the sound of "Boom", I first saw the water in the basin splashing up to a height of ten feet, then I saw Qi She who was wet all over, with one eye tightly squinted, and he raised his wrist to his eyelid, and the water was pattering along the hem of his clothes. flow down.Zhou Dun, who was huddled in the corridor, bared his teeth and closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to watch, and the emotion in his heart was not enough to lend to how many literati and poets who were anxious about writing new words.Qi She rubbed her eyes again and again, finally opened them easily, before the second stick was swung out, she heard a "bang" sound like a belated echo.Turning his head to look over, Master Jinghui's door has been closed more than eyes that are fascinated by water.

(End of this chapter)