She looked anxious and kept asking questions.
"What should I do if he says no?"
"You should completely give up this idea and find someone worthy of your trust as soon as possible."
Li Suyu's face fell, and it was obvious that she was extremely dissatisfied with the answer.
"How can we break up with genuine feelings just like that? You don't understand the ups and downs of it, and you're really talking without any pain."
"I'm lying down while talking to you, so my back naturally doesn't hurt." The voice was neither anxious nor annoyed, but rather contained a hint of a smile. "Some answers are right there. Even if you don't look at them for a day, a month, or even ten years, they won't change. What's true won't be false, and what's false won't be true. Don't deceive yourself."
Li Suyu lowered her head again and spoke in a low voice.
"But I really like him. If he rejects me, I will never fall in love with anyone else in my life."
"How old are you? You're already talking about your life? Besides, life is full of disappointments. If you really can't find your destined person, you have to live your life well. Face your heart calmly, be kinder and more patient to the people around you, cherish every day they are by your side, and don't wait until you lose them to regret it in the future."
Li Suyu was stunned and subconsciously looked outside the palace door again. There was still no sign of the blue-clothed guard and her maid.
The voice of the person behind the banner became lower, and he seemed a little sleepy.
"And the most important thing is, don't just ask anyone to interpret your fortune in the future."
Casual? How could she be casual? Could it be that this person wasn't from the temple? It seemed that she had never heard of nuns in Yongye Temple before...
Li Suyu suddenly became suspicious and was about to go forward and lift up the banner when a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the temple gate.
"The donor stays."
She stopped and turned around, only to see a handsome monk walking towards her quickly.
This monk had a very fair complexion and was much more pleasing to the eye than the young novice monk he had just met in the courtyard. However, he had a scar on his face, which made him look a little scary.
"I'm Xia Kong, the abbot of this temple. Miss, is there anything I can help you with? Feel free to tell me."
Li Suyu thought about it and quickly reported what had just happened.
Unexpectedly, the monk's focus was elsewhere. After asking about the details of the lot, his face paused involuntarily, and then he felt a little emotional.
"The last time someone drew this lot was three years ago."
It turns out that it’s not just bad luck, it’s bad luck that only happens once every three years.
Li Suyu asked weakly.
"What happened to that person later? Did the fortune teller fulfill his promise?"
"That person came later..."
Suddenly, a cough was heard behind the prayer flags, and this time it was a man's voice.
Yikong's hesitant expression froze there, and when he turned around, he had returned to his normal appearance.
"I don't know about this little monk."
Li Suyu had a look of disappointment on his face. The stick in his hand felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. He looked back at the Buddha statue in the hall, lost in thought.
Seeing this, Yikong stepped forward and whispered comfort to her, then slowly left the hall with the girl.
The hall fell silent again. After an unknown amount of time, the man's voice lazily echoed from behind the banner.
"When did Madam know how to interpret divinations?"
The woman laughed awkwardly.
“I know a little bit.”
The man paused and said meaningfully.
"If you knew where she came from, you wouldn't be so friendly."
The woman indeed asked.
"Whose?"
"Her father is Li Li, the Minister of Rites. He was the one who asked me to start a new search and find a good match."
After the man finished speaking, he calmly waited for the woman's response, but unexpectedly, the other party took a different approach and took advantage of his sore spot.
"How come you recognize every daughter? Humph, you must have wanted to take her into the palace many times."
The man sighed.
There was no end to the old scores. If you really counted, it was she who had brought Cui Xingyao into the city.
He was wronged, really wronged.
But he understood the woman's character best, and when he saw that his "provokation" failed, he suddenly changed his strategy, with a hint of resentment in his tone.
"When we were walking around the courtyard last night, you were so focused on looking at the flowers that you didn't even glance at me." At this point, his voice involuntarily dropped. "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have told him you were coming here."
The woman was indeed speechless.
Before she could even say a few words, she was already being blamed. It was really like the thief crying "stop thief".
Who in the history books described him as a man of great vision and broad mind? He was clearly a shameless and petty-minded wretch.
She cleared her throat and spoke in a serious tone.
"I met many old friends today, but he was the only one who couldn't come. Please don't blame him too much."
"Harsh criticism? If I really criticize you harshly, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
After the man finished speaking, there was the sound of fabric being torn and a heavy object falling to the ground, accompanied by a scream from the woman, and then the two of them laughed softly.
"Are you happy about this trip back? Are you satisfied?"
The woman didn't say anything, and no one knew what she responded to. The man sighed with great satisfaction.
"The car is ready, we will set off tonight..."
"Oh, by the way, why haven't I seen the child from the Bai family?"
The man was interrupted and was obviously dissatisfied.
"I asked Jiang Fei to take people to An Daoyuan. Zong Hao is his master. One is old-fashioned and the other is foolish. It's a perfect match."
"And Hao Bai..."
"If you make excuses again, I will put the lucky charm on you and send you to the camp to pull a cart."
Seeing that the man seemed to be really angry, the woman calmed down a lot and coaxed him with a smile.
"Alright, alright, I won't say any more. This rotten tea of Yikong is very bitter, and you haven't even taken a sip. Why don't I go get some water from Zhuyu..."
With one hand half-lifting the banner, the woman in red clothes and tied-up hair was about to walk out, but suddenly the slender figure behind her took her into his arms.
The banners fell gently, covering everything again.
"What's the hurry?" The hoarse male voice was tinged with a smile, and instantly filled with warmth, just like the melting ice and snow in the air in early spring. "We still have a long time to spend together."
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