Jian Qiu kept looking at him seriously, and after a long while, he finally shook his head with certainty: "No, in your heart, you and her have never been a master-apprentice relationship, it's just that you can't let go of ethics, you can't let go of morality, and you don't dare to admit it!"
” Sometimes, when it comes to feelings, it is still clear to the bystanders.
The things that he tried his best to deny, in the eyes of others, were known to everyone in Sima Zhao's heart!
When Jian Qiu left the study, he was still muttering to himself: "I really don't know what is good about that woman, why are you all so obsessed and unrepentant!"
” In the dim light and shadow of the study, at the end of the long study, the elegant and quiet man sat in the light and shadow.
Listening to Jian Qiu's muttering, he suddenly felt sad, she was good, he knew!
My mind suddenly went far away, as far as the fairy palace in those years.
In those years, the moonlight of the fairy palace was always exceptionally clear and cold, and the fairy palace standing on the top of the mountain was shrouded in a cyan cold light, like the fairy palace of the moon, which was beautiful.
The girl was dressed in a moon-white dress, draped in long hair, followed behind him with her head down, and accompanied him through the cold and lonely Immortal Palace.
When she was tired of walking, she stopped, stood in the wide palace, and called out to him softly: "Master, my feet hurt!"
” His heart had to pause and then stop.
Reach out and say to her, "Come, I'll lead you!"
” The girl always whispered: "Master is true, shouldn't you carry me on your back at this time?"
” She always felt that he didn't care for her!
Because her feet hurt, he just led her away.
She wanted to go down the mountain to play, and he always had to lock her in the back mountain to copy Buddhist scriptures.
She wanted to drink to satisfy her cravings, but he took all the peach blossom brew she had brewed into his study.
On those moonlit nights, the girl in white was thin and thin, with cloud-like hair, lying on his windowsill like a cat. watched as he drank her beloved wine.
Aggrieved!
On such a night, he squinted at you cat and girl under the moon, and the hair fell from the windowsill, and intertwined with his white clothes, and unexpectedly gave birth to infinitely enchanting flowers.
The black enchanting flower, I don't know when it started, took root in his heart, and then began to slowly take root and sprout in the years that deepened and lasted.
It has opened spring after spring, refusing to wither.
Eternity has come to the end of time!
He often had to kneel in front of the Buddha thousands of times to forgive his sins, recited countless scriptures, and bowed to the true Buddha countless times, but he still couldn't stifle his sins.
To him, Asgard is a transparent mirror.
On many moonlit nights, he could always see the girl running barefoot from the wide and empty fairy palace, carrying a white skirt with a crisp bell.
Then she sat under the eaves of the fairy palace, and the crystal clear mountain spring flowed at her feet.
The girl's white ankles were hung with red threads, and she was happily jubilant in the waves.
The slender white feet, like two white and tender lotus roots, give birth to countless luminous lights, and the cool and clear spring water, so beautiful that they dare not look at it directly.
The water splashed in all directions, pounced on her all over her body, she smiled and stretched out her hand to block it, alone in the silent deep mountain hall, lonely and happy.
The sound of laughter surrounded the cloud hall, and he was above the attic, carrying the Buddhist scriptures, but he could no longer read a word.
Sinful!