The night breeze is cool and everything is quiet.
Yan Zhuoxu sat in the Zen room, stroking the porcelain oil bottle given by Chen Zhiyi with his fingertips.
After a long time, he turned his wrist and poured the lamp oil into the eternal lamp.
The lights are bright.
He seemed to see a face as smiling as a flower...
Yan Zhuoxu closed his eyes.
There were light noises coming from the palace door, chaotic knocks, and a few mumbling whispers.
Yan Zhuoxu's dark eyes narrowed.
He turned his head and looked at the closed door.
This time...what extraordinary thing is waiting for him?
Yan Zhuoxu pursed his lips, stood up and opened the door.
Shen Zhiyi stumbled in.
With the coolness of the night dew and the rich, sweet aroma of wine, she bumped into his arms.
The cassock was grabbed.
The warm, intoxicated body almost rested completely on his chest.
Yan Zhuoxu's body suddenly stiffened and he lowered his eyes.
"Have you been drinking?"
Shen Zhiyi raised his face, his eyelashes were wet from the smell of alcohol, and his cheeks were flushed.
"Master..." she called him drunkenly.
The lips are bright and shiny.
"Drink, drink a little..." She stretched out two fingers and pinched them into a flat ball on the side of her face.
Yan Zhuoxu turned sideways, and she turned in his arms.
He raised his hand and closed the door.
The door creaked shut, and he suddenly looked up as if awakened.
What is he doing?
When she hugged him... she closed the door?!
Yan Zhuoxu's face turned pale in an instant.
"Master, would you like a drink?" Shen Zhiyi muttered, pulling him back to his thoughts.
Yan Zhuoxu stretched out his hand to push her away, "Monks don't drink alcohol."
Shen Zhiyi pouted and moved closer to him again.
"You monks have so many rules and regulations. You can't do this, you can't do that. What's the point of living?"
Yan Zhuoxu didn't want to argue with her, so he lowered his brows and spoke in a questioning tone.
"You haven't told me where the wine came from."
"I brought it secretly myself." Shen Zhiyi's eyes were hazy, and he smiled slowly, with a drunken glint in his eyes. "Master, you may not know, but I always bring a pot of wine with me wherever I go. When I'm bored or sad, I secretly take a sip."
"This way, you'll be braver."
"If you can't figure it out, you can let it go."
Yan Zhuoxu wanted to move and walk into the house, but she did not let go and just hung in front of him.
It has nothing to do with that.
Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from him.
"Is there anything else you can't figure out?"
Is it for Ye Jinghong again?
He suddenly became very angry.
He pinched her a little harder.
Shen Zhiyi's gaze wandered, landing on his slender finger bones.
He has big hands.
It easily covered half of his wrist.
His thumb was still pressing against her wrist bone, and if it moved a little higher it would dig into her palm.
Shen Zhiyi felt dizzy.
She let him hold her up, turned her head, and gazed into his eyes, saying, "I can't understand why, after listening to the scriptures for so many days, I still feel nothing."
"My longing and desire have not diminished but increased."
She leaned close to him, her red lips almost touching his chin, "Master, you lied to me..."
The dim light shone on him, reflecting off his bright yellow robes, covering his entire body with a hazy golden gauze.
It further highlights his peerless appearance.
Whether it is the prince or Master Kongchen, they are both unattainable.
The court, the Buddhist temple, every place was very far away from her.
But she just wants to climb up and just wants to love.
Yan Zhuoxu's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his face away as if he couldn't bear the questioning in her eyes.
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