The next morning, as soon as Zhen Shan walked out of the door, a young novice came towards him.

"Amitabha, the benefactor."

"What's the matter, little master?"

"Uncle Wuchen said that he will be in seclusion recently and will not go to collect herbs for the time being, so that Donor Zhen does not have to wait for him. As for the pharmacy, Donor Zhen can use it as he likes, and you can take the notes inside as you wish."

Zhen Shan's face turned pale, he closed his eyes to hide the sadness in his eyes, took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said in a low voice: "I understand, thank you little master."

"Amitabha, poor monk, say goodbye!"

"Walk slowly!"

Zhen Shan staggered back to the meditation room, just when Que'er came out carrying a basin.

"Miss, why are you back?"

Zhen Shan did not answer her words and walked into the meditation room in despair.

Que'er became anxious, put down the basin, and hurried in, only to see his fragile young lady lying on the couch, burying her face, feeling sad and lonely.

"Miss!" Que'er squatted in front of the bed, feeling very distressed, "Miss, don't be sad, there is Que'er as well, Que'er will always be with you."

Zhen Shan's shoulders trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with deep sadness, and a stream of tears fell down, "Qier, I was so careful, but he still found out?"

"Miss……"

"He is a monk. I don't dare to ask for anything more. I just want to stay with him like this for the rest of my life. That's fine. Why don't you even give me such an opportunity?"

Que'er pursed her lips, "Miss, you and Master Wuchen are not from the same world!"

Zhen Shan lowered his eyes sadly, tears falling down, "Yes, it shouldn't be, but if the love can be controlled by oneself, it is no longer love. Que'er, my heart is very painful, very painful. How can you make this happen?"

Does your heart no longer hurt?"

"Miss……"

"Wow woo woo... Madam, don't be sad, Wu Chen is stupid and doesn't know how to cherish you. Que'er will always be with you, woo woo..."

The tragic cry of a certain Que'er came from the sea of ​​consciousness!

Empress: "..."

What evil had she committed to meet such a stupid kid?

"Que'er, I really think your tongue is too redundant!"

"Hiccup..." Que'er covered her mouth tightly, with a look of horror on her face.

Zhen Shan rubbed the center of his brows, no longer feeling sad anymore, and waved his hand to let Que'er go. She just needed to be quiet now.

…

Before the heavy snow closed the mountain, Zhen Shan would go to the mountain to pick some medicinal herbs every morning, even if he was in seclusion. In the afternoon, he would go to the pharmacy to read and boil medicine.

Maybe she thought that one day in the early morning, or when she went to the pharmacy, she would see her dreaming figure again.

It's a pity that she was disappointed again and again, feeling hopeless day after day.

The host did not come to trouble her, as if what happened that day had not happened, and she lived a peaceful life.

The cold winter passed in a blink of an eye, and the plum blossoms in Wuchen's yard bloomed and fell. The promise of enjoying the plum blossoms and making tea together finally melted and disappeared between heaven and earth like the winter snow.

Wearing cassock, the compassionate and gentle host looked at the buds emerging from the plum tree, his eyes flashed slightly, and he opened the door and walked into the dust-free Zen room.

Sandalwood curls up, and he sits on the futon with his eyes closed, his brows clear and cinnabar holy, twisting the beads, like a Buddha sitting in meditation in the west.

"Your Highness, winter has passed and spring has come. How long will you continue to retreat?"

Wuchen seemed to be in trance, unaware that there were other people in his meditation room.

The host walked up to him and continued: "You don't know, right? Miss Zhen has continued to go up the mountain to collect medicines alone. In the past few months, in addition to being unwell, she has been going to the pharmacy almost every day. She is really obsessed with medical skills.

Or something else? Don’t you want to know, Your Highness?”

Wuchen's expression was still calm and calm, as if he didn't hear the host's words, provided that he ignored his hand that was no longer twisting the beads.

The host smiled and said, "Your Highness, are you really so cruel and indifferent to such a charming and fragile beauty?"

Dustless silence.

"The Spring Festival will be held in a few days. Your Majesty will bring all the noble ministers from the capital to the national temple to preside over the festival. You will also be present at that time."

The host paused and seemed to think of something, "It is said that Miss Zhen turned out to be His Majesty's first wife, but she was robbed of the marriage by her own sister. The Queen's family will definitely come over this time. If they meet then..."

Wuchen opened his eyes suddenly, "Don't plot against her!"

The host bowed his head and said, "Of course, my subordinates dare not go against your wishes, but sometimes, even if my subordinates don't plan, others will do it. After all, Miss Zhen's identity is there, and now she has no one to rely on.

If the queen and others really want to deal with her, I'm afraid she will suffer a lot."

Wuchen's hand holding the beads tightened.

"My subordinates resign."

When the conversation was almost complete, the host left in a sensible manner.

Being stained by the world of mortals cannot be broken away by a few months of seclusion and chanting sutras. He did not believe that His Highness would really be indifferent to Zhen Shan!

…

pharmacy

Ding, the porcelain bottle fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

Zhen Shan stared blankly at the tall, elegant and indifferent figure at the door, her phoenix eyes were watery. After a long time, she lowered her head slightly and smiled slightly, "Wuchen... Master, you, are you out of seclusion?"

Wuchen's eyebrows were peaceful, but the hands folded in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

"Wu...Zhen Donor, how are you doing lately?"

When Zhen Shan heard him politely say "Almsgiver Zhen" again, her eyelashes trembled, the tip of her nose was sore, the smile on her lips remained unchanged, and she suppressed the bitterness in her heart, "Very good, where is Master Wuchen?"

"That's fine."

Zhen Shan smiled. She didn't know whether it was because she saw fragments of the porcelain bottle on the ground or for some other reason. She squatted down and reached out to pick up the fragments. However, the fragments might have been too sharp and a small cut was cut on her hand.

Seeing the blood overflowing from her fingers, Zhen Shan was startled for a moment. Just as she was about to take out a silk handkerchief to cover it, a warm big hand directly held her wrist.

She raised her head blankly and watched as he gently treated her wounds. The mist in her eyes became thicker and thicker, and a teardrop splashed down uncontrollably, hitting his hand and also falling on his heart.

Wuchen's body froze, he raised his eyes and met her tearful eyes. His heart ached unbearably, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to gently wipe away the tears on her face.

"Chenless..."

Zhen Shan unconsciously murmured softly, with tender affection that could not be concealed.

Wuchen's hand froze and he retracted it as if he was electrocuted. He looked away, not daring to look at her again.

Her eyes dimmed, full of bitterness, and she slowly stood up, took a step back, and kept her distance from him.

Seeing this, Wuchen felt a little uncomfortable, but what could he do?

Zhen Shan's eyes were extremely bitter, and she walked out. Being here again would only increase the embarrassment between the two of them.

"Enlighten your heart!"

Zhen Shan froze in his steps, but did not look back at him.

"sorry!"

Zhen Shan lowered his head and wanted to laugh but couldn't. He endured the pain in his heart and said, "I am the one who should say sorry, Master Wuchen. Just follow your Buddhist path. It doesn't matter whether it's me or the past.
Chapter completed!