Chapter 111 Buddha, please protect your little fox (23)
"This Princess Chaoyang is too evil! She will be punished for wantonly killing lives!"
Wu An was indignant, his fair and handsome face was full of anger and worry.
Compared with him, Jingchen beside him seemed particularly calm and composed.
He pursed his colorless thin lips, his expression calm and expressionless, but his big hands hanging by his side, his fingertips dug into his palms, revealing his thoughts at the moment.
After a long time, he raised his eyes, and his clear and indifferent gaze fell on Ye Ranqing's face.
"I wonder if Miss Ye has seen the little fox at the foot of the mountain."
Ye Ranqing shook his head regretfully, "No."
Jingchen's throat tightened and he said hello.
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When it was time to say goodbye, the bright moon was already high in the branches.
The backyard of the Zen room has a quiet environment and a gentle breeze.
Wuan brewed a pot of Putuo tea for Ye Ranqing, and the two sat facing each other at the stone table.
The slightly green tea was poured into a smooth and flawless earthenware cup.
Surrounded by white mist, the faint fragrance of tea penetrates into the nose.
Ye Ranqing was born into a general's family that was not particular about trivial matters. Some young men from these families who loved drinking tea coveted the power of the general's family and often showed their courtesy to her in both open and covert ways.
But she always felt that those young masters from aristocratic families were all putting on airs.
Because she had heard them complain more than once that she was extremely strong and like a tomboy, and that it was a blessing from her ancestors that they liked her.
Therefore, Ye Ranqing has never liked drinking tea.
To her, tea was like those young masters from aristocratic families, pretentious and unpalatable, not suitable for her.
But at this moment, when she smelled the light fragrance of Putuo tea and looked at the handsome eyes of the young monk Wuan, she thought it would be okay to try it.
Ye Ranqing curled his lips, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
It tastes slightly bitter at first, but then turns sweet, and that touch of sweetness lingers in your heart.
She unconsciously took another sip, her palms warm, and the residual warmth of the Putuo tea slowly penetrated into her heart from her fingertips.
"Is it delicious?"
Wuan asked softly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Ye Ranqing smiled and said, "It tastes good. Master Wuan's craftsmanship is much better than the so-called imperial tea makers in the palace."
Wu An subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, his cheeks slightly red.
"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Ye. I don't deserve it."
"I'm telling the truth. You know, I'm the daughter of General Ye Shang. My father took me to the battlefield when I was seven years old. At ten, I chopped off the head of my first Japanese pirate. By fifteen, I was already capable of killing people on the battlefield."
At this point, Ye Ranqing smiled and shook his head
"It's a bit funny, do you know why I gave up the opportunity to go to the battlefield and returned to the palace?"
Wuan asked truthfully, "Why?"
Ye Ranqing sighed deeply. "Because my father felt that I had reached the age of marriage and should not continue to live on the battlefield, so he asked me to come back and look for some young men from noble families who would be a good match for the general's mansion, so that we could get married."
Wu An's eyelids drooped, and his voice trembled slightly.
"So, Miss Ye, do you want to get married? Marry a rich and powerful young man from a noble family and live like that for the rest of your life."
"I don't want to." Ye Ranqing looked at Wu An and said every word seriously, "I don't want to."
When their eyes met, Wuan clearly saw the stubbornness and seriousness in Ye Ranqing's eyes.
He rolled his Adam's apple, but ultimately couldn't bear it anymore, gave in, and was the first to look away.
"Wu An respects and supports Miss Ye's idea. For a woman, getting married is not the only path to take."
He paused, then said, "It's getting late. Miss Ye, please be careful on your way. I made some osmanthus cakes. You can take them to the battlefield and try them occasionally."
"good."
Wuan stuffed a dozen brightly colored osmanthus cakes into Ye Ranqing's bag.
Ye Ranqing picked up the heavy bag and stood up.
"See you next time, Master Wuan."
Wuan hummed softly and stood up with her.
Under the moonlight, Wuan's thin figure was stretched very long.
"Just send it here, little master. The mountain road is muddy, don't get your shoes dirty."
There was a smile on Ye Ranqing's handsome face, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a hint of bitterness.
Wuan watched her back as she slowly walked into the darkness.
The moonlight was faint, casting a shadow on her slender back.
Wuan's eyes were filled with longing, and he was reluctant to look away for a long time.
"Young Master Wuan."
Ye Ranqing suddenly turned around, her eyes were very bright, even the bright moonlight at this moment was not one ten-thousandth as bright as hers.
"When I return safely from the battlefield, you will return to secular life and marry me."
Bang bang bang.
Something was beating violently inside my chest.
Wuan subconsciously covered his chest, the tips of his ears turned red, and only a few words echoed in his mind.
Marry her..
Miss Ye said, marry her...
Wu An clenched his palms tightly, his throat tight.
Absurd, addictive, nostalgic, and reluctant.
A mixture of emotions came crashing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
In the end, reason defeated rationality, and he suddenly lowered his head.
"No...I can't. I am a monk."
Ye Ranqing just stared at him steadily, with a thin layer of red in her eyes.
"So, you don't like me, do you?"
Wu An's body was trembling, and he could only purse his lips tightly. He couldn't say no, but he couldn't agree either.
The robes on his body and the Buddhist seal on his head are all cages that lock him up.
Miss Ye comes from a prominent family, is beautiful, and is free and easy. How can a mere monk like him be worthy of her?
"Miss Ye, please don't talk nonsense. I have always regarded you as a friend."
friend...
Ye Ranqing felt a lump in his nose and tears started to fall.
It's strange to say, over the years, she has fought on the battlefield, killed enemies wantonly, shed blood, but she has never shed a tear.
Even when a spear pierced her shoulder blade, her eyes never turned red.
At this moment, Master Wuan's words pierced her heart.
It was the first time that she was so fond of a man and expressed her love boldly, but she was only treated as a friend.
Ye Ranqing bit her lower lip tightly, her voice hoarse and trembling
"So, just friends, huh?"
Wuan's throat tightened and breathing was painful.
He just felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by a big hand, and it hurt so much that he was trembling.
Wu An took a deep breath and squeezed out four bloody words from between his lips and teeth.
"Just friends."
“Okay, I understand.”
Ye Ranqing smiled and raised his chin proudly. Even though his face was covered with tears, he did not look embarrassed at all.
She stood very straight, with boldness and dignity
"I'm sorry, I was inconsiderate and caused you trouble."
"I won't accept the sweet-sweet osmanthus cake. The battlefield is full of ruthless swords and the border environment is harsh. How can I have the appetite to eat the sweet and greasy sweet-sweet osmanthus cake?"
After saying that, Ye Ranqing took off his bundle, took out the bag of osmanthus cake from it, and placed it on the stone table next to him.
"Farewell, good-bye, Master Wuan."
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