Chapter 690 (1/2)

Warm wine was fooled around by Xie Heng all night. When he woke up again, it was already three poles in the morning. Xie Heng went to discuss with the ministers, and only a few maidens were watching not far away.

With Zhao Jingyi in mind, she got up and went to Qinghe garden after washing.

Last night, old friends met. They only drank two jars of wine and said some words. Wenjiu thought he would always talk to Zhao Jingyi about these years.

But as soon as she arrived at Qinghe garden, the palace attendants hurried out, knelt down and apologized again and again, and hurriedly said, ”tell your mother that the distinguished guests who rested in Qinghe garden last night have disappeared.”

”Gone?” Wenjiu suddenly had a bad taste in his heart. ”When did you go? Did you leave anything?”

The internal attendant said in a respectful voice: ”the slaves and maidservants have been guarding outside the door. No one has come out. Just now they asked the nobleman a few times, but they want to eat and wash. No one answered. They dared to push the door in and have a look. Unexpectedly, the building has already been empty.”

The maid answered, ”those two didn't leave anything.”

After listening to the warm wine, he stood in front of the door for a long time.

Zhao Jingyi came suddenly and walked fast. It was like meeting last night, just to solve her worries for years.

She looked up and looked at the broad sky outside the eaves. Flocks of birds passed by in mid air. The mountains were high and the clouds were far away. The world was infinitely good.

The eldest princess who hated Jin Yu's cage to trap her free body finally got free and stayed with her sweetheart.

On the other side, five miles outside the palace.

Zhao Jingyi rode her white horse slowly down from the shade of the tree. The handsome young monk in white led the reins in front and walked slowly.

On the side of the body are long green mountains, flying springs and waterfalls.

In summer, the sunshine is too bright, but it is not as beautiful as her eyebrows and eyes.

Zhao Jingyi casually folded a branch, pulled the leaves for a while, and muttered to herself, ”I don't know if Wenjiu will cry when she wakes up and knows I'm gone?”

Ying Wuqiu said slowly, ”since you don't want her so much, why are you in a hurry to leave?”

”Shall I stay to drink medicine with her every day?” Zhao Jingyi said with an eyebrow. ”We used to drink together, but now we have become medicine cans, and we can't drink wine. We stay together every day and take medicine instead of wine. We dry two bowls of it all at once. Tut... It's funny to think about it.”

Should not ask, step slightly, turn around and look at her, ”the world is big, there is always good medicine to cure the root.”

She pulled almost all the leaves on the branches, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly. ”Forget it. It would be nice if I could see her again without saying this. Look at Xie Heng. If I stayed here for a long time and took away the warm wine heart, he would look at me and don't know how much trouble I'm going to cause.”

Seeing him motionless, Zhao Jingyi paused and said, ”in fact, I know, but I don't care if it can be cured. If it is cured, you don't have to care about me. If you return to Wanhua temple to be your holy monk, I might as well not cure it!”

”Qingqing!” Ying Wuqiu interrupted her and said seriously, ”don't talk nonsense.”

Zhao Jingyi smiled. ”Don't think I don't know what it's like for those old bald donkeys in Wanhua temple not to let you return to the secular world, but to let you stay with me.”

She leaned over her horse and gathered in front of Ying Wuqiu. Her tone was as usual: ”I don't think I have a few years to live. When I die, you are a single Wuqiu master. At that time, they don't have to worry. You will also go back to Wanhua temple and don't get any red dust as before...”

”Different.” Ying Wuqiu was afraid that she would fall off her horse. He reached out and helped her. His language was warm and said, ”I can't go back.”

Zhao Jingyi was stunned. ”What did you say?”

Ying Wuqiu said slowly, ”I love the world of mortals.”

With the most calm tone, he overthrew his 20-year hard understanding of the Tao.

Zhao Jingyi looked at him and didn't believe her ears.

Ying Wuqiu just stood in front of her and looked up at her, ”you are my world of mortals. How can you not dye half a cent?”

The white horse lowered his head to eat grass, and the golden sun scattered on them through the branches and leaves.