Chapter 41 Your lips are so soft

The carriage stopped in front of the mountain gate of Xiangguo Temple.

Someone was already waiting for you in the temple.

Lu Sui explained the reason, and the other party immediately sent someone over to take Jiang Yueyao to the front hall to light the eternal lamp.

Jiang Yueyao looked at Lu Sui before leaving.

"Where should I find you later?"

"I'll let Qingxuan follow you." Lu Sui glanced at Qingxuan beside him.

Qingxuan walked to Jiang Yueyao's side and followed her into the temple.

After Lu Sui watched her go in, he followed the people around the host to the back mountain.

There is a pavilion on the back mountain, and sitting in the pavilion is a young monk, who is Master Xuanhong, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple.

Seeing him coming, she smiled slightly.

"Zhong Qian hasn't been here for a long time." His voice was clear and his cheeks were fresh. If you didn't know that he was already eighty-eight years old, you would probably think he was less than twenty years old.

Lu Sui, whose courtesy name was Zhongqian.

He walked in and sat down opposite her.

He looked up at Master Xuan Hong and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

"I went on a business trip some time ago and just got back." He brought the teacup to his mouth and was about to drink it when he saw Master Xuan Hong exclaiming curiously.

Lu Sui put down the teacup and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"how?"

"The last time I saw you, Peach Blossom Palace was dim, but today I see it glowing faintly red."

Master Xuan Hong asked him curiously, "Have you met a girl you like?"

"No!" Lu Sui replied quickly.

Xuan Hong, who had just mentioned it casually, narrowed his eyes when he saw that he responded so quickly.

"Something's wrong. Something's very wrong with you." Xuan Hong raised his hand to stroke his chin, his eyes gleaming with gossip. "I've always understood you. If it wasn't true, you wouldn't even bother to refute it."

"Tell me, but what about the girl who came with you today?"

Lu Sui curled his lips helplessly.

"She is just a little orphan I brought back from Su City. I just felt sorry for her and placed her in Wanhe Tower to work."

Lu Sui looked calm and helpless as he looked at Master Xuan Hong. "You seem to be enjoying gossip now."

"Alas." The other person looked disappointed. "Seeing that there are signs of a lucky star in your Peach Blossom Palace, I thought you had finally escaped loneliness this time..."

Xuan Hong suddenly shut up when he said this.

He looked at Lu Sui and said, "I'm sorry, Zhong Qian, look at my mouth."

Lu Sui was not unusual.

He raised his hand to add more tea for Xuanhong, and only spoke when he put down the teapot.

"It was destined to happen. There's no need to apologize, brother."

At the age of fourteen, Lu Sui went to Xiangguo Temple for the first time and met the then abbot of Xiangguo Temple, Master Jisheng, who was also Xuanhong's teacher.

He was already 120 years old at that time. He had seen too many storms and was about to become an immortal, but he was still shocked when he saw Lu Sui.

"You are born with a lonely and widowed appearance. Although you may become a noble official in the future, you are born with few relatives. If you force yourself to be close to your family, your loneliness will turn into a lonely evil. You will hurt your family and yourself as well."

Perhaps out of pity for him, Master Jisheng accepted him as his disciple and tried his best to break the fate in him.

It may be that although Lu Sui became his disciple, he never converted to Buddhism.

When Jisheng was alive, he wore a string of Buddhist beads just to pretend. After his master passed away, he didn't even wear the beads.

However, after he came of age, he ignored his family's advice and insisted on moving out of the Duke of Yingguo's mansion and set up a new residence.

He may not value his life, but he cannot fail to cherish his family.

It doesn't matter whether you are alone or miserable.

His own destiny. He bears it all on his own.

…

Jiang Yueyao was led into a large hall. She lit a perpetual lamp, added incense money, and copied a few pages of scriptures to burn for her mother.

An hour later, I came out of the hall.

Qingxuan followed her.

He glanced at her red eyes, which had secretly shed tears, and said, "The master is listening to the abbot's lecture in the back mountain. There is a garden over there with many rare species of flowers and plants. Would you like me to take you there to have a look?"

Jiang Yueyao is in a low mood at the moment.

She didn't want to look at flowers or grass.

So he found a pavilion and sat down.

As a secret guard, Qingxuan is fine at killing people, but he is not good at comforting people.

So, he just stood quietly under the pavilion without saying a word.

Jiang Yueyao held her chin with both hands, her eyes red from crying as she looked at the distant mountains, but what emerged in her mind was the scene before her mother's death.

She was very thin at that time.

Her clothes were hanging on her body, empty.

She hadn't eaten for several days and didn't even have the strength to speak.

But he still stuffed a tattered little bellyband into her hand.

"When I... found you, you were only wearing this little piece of clothing. This bellyband... may not look very impressive, but only those who know the value of it will know that it is genuine auspicious cloud brocade."

"Yaoyao, keep it. Someday... cough cough cough... maybe you can find your family in the future."

Jiang Yueyao's mind was full of the thought that her mother was going to leave her.

She was panic-stricken and heartbroken.

She hugged her mother and cried heartbreakingly: "Mom, please don't leave me... Yaoyao, please don't leave me..."

But no matter how loud she cried, her mother still left.

From then on, Jiang Yueyao was forced to grow up overnight, carrying the entire Jixiang Inn on her thin shoulders at the age of less than fourteen.

But even at that time, when she was so tired that she had a high fever late at night, she was reluctant to let Pei Yu suffer even a little.

Now that I think about it, she was really fucking cheap.

As soon as she thought of Pei Yu, Jiang Yueyao's sad mood disappeared.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up and was about to go for a walk in the garden, but when she turned around, she saw Lu Sui standing under the pavilion.

He didn't know when he came.

A deep gaze fell on her, his pupils were extremely dark, so dark that she could not see any emotion at all.

Jiang Yueyao quickly smiled and went to greet him: "Master, are you done with your work? When did you come? Why didn't you say anything?"

Lu Sui didn't say anything.

His dark eyes lowered slightly, falling on the teardrop that remained in the corner of her eye.

He raised his hand, and with his slender fingertips he touched her, wiping away her tears with extremely gentle movements.

"Everyone has his own destiny. The dead have already been reborn as humans, and the living should look forward."

The corners of Jiang Yueyao's lips, which were originally raised, slowly retracted.

She sniffed.

"I know, but today is my mother's death anniversary, so I can't help but feel sad."

After saying that, she raised the corners of her lips again.

"Qingxuan said there's a garden over there with many rare flowers and plants. Sir, would you like to accompany me to take a look?"

Lu Sui nodded and led her over there.

Jiang Yueyao returned to her usual chattering self.

"I heard that the abbot of Xiangguo Temple is over 80 years old, but looks like a child. Is that true?"

Lu Sui curled his lips: "What is said is true."

"Isn't that the legendary white-haired, youthful face?"

"He has no hair."

"Puchi..." Jiang Yueyao couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"Sir, you are so humorous."

Lu Sui stopped and turned to look at her.

Serious.

"where?"

Where's the humor?

Jiang Yueyao stood in front of him, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and gently touched his thin lips with her fingers.

As cunning as a little fox.

"Here------"

Then he exclaimed in surprise again.

"My lord, your lips are so soft."