"Old lady, do you think that Tongran Jurchen will be very sad?"

Along the way, Xie Fu's mind kept thinking about that ugly ghost-like face and the look in his eyes when the cloth covering his face was lifted.

He even thought about Lu Yehua. If Lu Yehua survived the fire and became like this, she would definitely be ridiculed and disgusted by the world. And just now in Qingfengguan, he was one of such people.

This made Xie Fu very worried and even felt that he deserved death. He hoped that if Lu Yehua was still alive, he would not encounter the disgust of the world. He hoped that amidst all the disgust, she could meet a gentle person.

People can give her a little bit of warmth.

He longed to place this kind warmth on the same Jurchen who suffered misfortune, and that one day it could be passed on to Lu Yehua, whether she was alive or dead.

Regarding Xie Fu's sudden words, Yun Wuxue was a little confused for a moment, and quickly smiled: "She is used to it, she doesn't care about other people's eyes at all."

These words made Xie Fu even more uncomfortable, and he said: "That's because she didn't respond to any expectations. No, I want to go back and formally apologize to her for my rudeness just now. I want to tell her in person that I was just scared for a moment. I

There was no ill will towards her appearance."

Yun Wuxue couldn't believe that someone would pay so much attention to a trivial matter.

"Old lady, I will send you here."

Xie Fu said, turned around and left in a hurry.

Yun Wuxue looked at his back and completely let go of her emotions. She loved this man, she loved his real flesh and blood, and she also loved his elegance and purity.

The old lips spoke softly: "I... love... you."

White snowflakes were floating in the sky again, as if she was spreading all the love in her heart between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Yun Wuxue reached the state of natural perfection in her heart, and understood the true meaning of joining the world...

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Xie Fu ran all the way back to Qingfeng Temple. He had not been so excited for a long time.

For more than three years, he had been so depressed that he always wanted to do something for Lu Yehua, whether in reality or in dreams, but he couldn't do anything.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this moment, I have a wonderful feeling in my heart. As long as I express warm kindness to the Tongran Jurchen, this warm kindness can be passed on to Lu Yehua, no matter who she is.

In heaven and earth.

This also expressed his deepest and deepest sorrow.

Arriving at Qingfeng Temple, I was about to enter directly when I suddenly thought of something and stopped.

As the saying goes, when in a country, do as the Romans do, and when in the land, follow the rules. He had just been kicked out, and if he tried to break in again, it would inevitably cause even greater misunderstandings.

After thinking about it, he just wanted to apologize to Tongran Jurchen, and it was more appropriate not to show off in public, but in private.

So he sneaked in secretly.

It was getting dark now. In a spacious courtyard, a group of nuns were placing the corpses of three dead nuns. An older nun was stitching the corpses together with needles and threads...

They all looked solemn and solemn, and under the light of the lights, they created a solemn atmosphere.

Xie Fu thought to himself that it was a good thing he didn't trespass, otherwise he would really have offended other people's taboos.

After looking around, I didn't see the same Jurchen figure. This would be really inappropriate, so why don't we come back at another time.

Just as he was hesitating, a female Taoist led a group of girls to arrive. The girls stood in a group, looking at the three cold corpses in front of them, and sobbed intermittently in the silence.

These girls covered their mouths to control their emotions, but their eyes could not control the tears.

I don't know which girl shouted out with sadness: "Huicun Jurchen."

All the girls could not restrain themselves and started crying and shouting: Huicun Jurchen... Tongjing Jurchen... Tongan Jurchen...

For a moment, the sound of mourning broke out everywhere, and the female Taoist standing nearby comforted the group of girls with a soft voice. She couldn't help but shed tears even though she comforted them.

This sad scene immediately made Xie Fu give up his thoughts and planned to come back another day. Just as he was preparing to leave quietly, suddenly a poem on a wall suddenly came into Xie Fu's eyes - Zi Hui misses me, and my clothes cross the river. I don't think about me, how can I

There is no such thing as a mad child.

Xie Fu only found it strange. This is a poem in the Book of Songs. The meaning of this poem is: If you love me and miss me, quickly pick up your clothes and cross the river. If you don't miss me, don't think that no one else will.

Me, you stupid brother.

Such a poem describing love should not seem so out of place in a place like Qingfengguan.

Xie Fu didn't think much and quietly left the spacious courtyard. Suddenly he saw another poem coming into view, looming in the dim light - the red flowers on the head don't need to be cut, but the spring is coming when the body is covered with snow.

An inexplicable premonition filled his whole body, and Xie Fu was stunned on the spot, his body trembling uncontrollably.

This verse came from him. At that time, Lu Yehua had white hair. He casually read these two verses to comfort Lu Yehua.

It is about the poppy flower. Although there are many colors, the white flowers are the most beautiful and precious. This is used to praise the snow-white beauty of Lu Yehua.
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