C5

The carriage rumbled all the way to the east.

When Su Wenxi ate the third dish of grapes, he felt as if his teeth were going to collapse.

Su Wenxi spat out grapes as she asked, "Are you sure you don't want to eat them?" It's very sweet! "

Lured and coaxed.

"…"

She was sure it wasn't the day before because... Feigning illness has upset the appetite, so...

Lowering his head and reading silently, he decided to ignore this little glutton in front of him.

"Ah, beans …" "Ziying?"

Su Wenxi was not someone who would be easily overlooked. In such a large carriage, there was only her and Ziying. How could he ignore her and tell her to go talk to someone?

Lou Zigui lifted his eyes from the book.

Although he hadn't gained weight in the past few days, at least his complexion had improved. Still, he didn't like to talk.

"Just a chat! There's a long road ahead of us, reading books is so boring! " Su Wenxi fawningly handed over a large gourd, "The weather is very hot, don't you think? I told Hong Ying'er to bring it on purpose, so don't tell my dad! "

Lou Zigui's bright eyes swept over Su Wenxi's face, but didn't reject her offer. Instead, he reached out to receive her.

The sour, sweet, and slightly cold plum soup flowed down his throat, and he immediately felt a warm and soothing cold sensation on his body.

He then saw Su Wenxi smile as she took out an identical gourd from the rattan box that she had sneakily placed into the carriage. She put her finger to her lips and hissed, "Don't let my dad hear it!"

"…"

In the past few days after arriving at Su Mansion, whenever she saw this young miss, it seemed like she was the one who was trying to take advantage of her.

Did Old Master Su really not know? Not necessarily! He was obviously pretending not to see her and pretending not to know anything.

From what he could tell, Su Wenxi was just lighting a fire in her own house, and Old Master Su would probably only repeatedly remind her to "light the fire to guide her, and never hurt herself".

He really is a child!

Su Wenxi: Why do I feel that the gaze of the bean sprout is weird?

Shaking his head, he moved closer to the carriage and sat down. He held the gourd in one hand as he leaned against the side of the carriage.

He tilted his head and said leisurely: "When I was young, my dad would often take me to live on the mountain. Sometimes, he would leave me at Hong Guang's place and take me to the library where the scriptures are stored. Many of the books there are covered in dust, and I'm just inside to catch spiders."

When Lou Zigui heard Hong Guang preside over the event, his eyes flickered. In the end, he didn't say anything and listened attentively to Su Wenxi's words.

"Once, I asked Jingyi in the kitchen for a small salt shaker and put the spider inside it. The young monk who was helping in the kitchen didn't know this, so he took off the lid and fished around inside, only to throw a handful of salt into the pot … The host punished me for reciting Buddhist scriptures all day. But I fell asleep after a page. And then Daddy took me down the mountain. "

The corners of his mouth twitched. He did not speak.

Su Wenxi turned to look at Ziying. "When you were young, did you have any fun places or things?"

"I don't have any!"

"Then where did you go to play when you were young?"

After a moment of hesitation, he finally said, "They're all studying in the study room!"

Su Wenxi: "…"

She felt that this child was too boring. She looked him up and down before saying indignantly, "No wonder you look like a bean sprout that's not working properly at all!"

"…"

So every time she called out his name, she always brought the word "bean" with her.

However, he wasn't going to argue with a little kid, especially a little girl. He remained silent and didn't say anything.

Could it be that he wanted to tell this little girl that his emaciated body wasn't meant for reading, but was instead made of hunger?

Since Old Master Su didn't tell her anything, of course he wouldn't tell her what he didn't want her to know.

Outside, Dong Yan and Hong Ying'er heard the silence in the carriage and looked at each other. Hong Ying'er pointed to the pond by the side of the road. Dong Yan understood and said to the carriage, "Little... Young masters, we've crossed the Southern Swamp, the lotus flowers are blooming beautifully! "

As she spoke, Su Wenxi had already lifted the curtains of the carriage.

Ziying wanted to step forward and stop her. The ladies of the house never lifted the curtain and looked in the same direction as she did. Just as he was about to open his mouth, his gaze fell onto Su Wenxi's men's attire, and he shut his mouth.

Since Old Master Su had tacitly allowed her to go out in men's clothes, he definitely wouldn't stop her from messing around. Of course, even if Su Wenxi was dressed as a woman, who could stop her if she wanted to lift the curtain?

This Old Master Su was extremely disrespectful to his daughter!

Ziying frowned slightly, his gaze landing on the book in his hands.

Since he had to start over, he might as well focus on cultivating his body.

He sighed and turned the pages of the carriage. Suddenly, he heard a burst of galloping sounds coming from the distance. In the blink of an eye, the carriage was right in front of him.

The coachman outside hurriedly drove away. Through the curtain Su Wen lifted, a cloud of dust rose from the official road.

The color and color of that shadow's clothes were so familiar, and he instinctively thought of something and just sat there blankly. His expression was dark and his eyes were hazy, and the pain in his heart was wrenching, making him want to cry.

Su Wenxi had already quickly lowered the curtain when the dust was flying in the air. She grumbled in dissatisfaction, "What's so great about riding a horse? Not caring about the feelings of passersby, you're too lacking in quality!"

The road snaked up and down, and the carriage moved slowly.

Su Wenxi was already bored while she was in the car. Plus, she was sweating profusely. She could not help but be impatient. He took a look at the bean sprout and saw that it was actually filled with a cool and calm look, as if he didn't feel the heat coming from the car at all.

Su Wenxi widened her eyes as she thought to herself, "Not only is he thin and weak, he's also a bookworm!"

He was depressed as he bent over and walked to the front of the carriage. He opened the curtain and felt the cool mountain breeze.

Hong Ying'er, who was sitting at the entrance to the car, saw that her young miss was just crying and pulling at the curtain. She quickly took the curtain and pushed her young miss inside. Young Master, the sun is scorching hot and you have sunburned your face! "

"I'm just a young master, so what if my face is sunburned?" Su Wenxi said indifferently, as if she really was a young master.

Reaching out with his hand to part the curtain, he saw that his father's car was already quite a distance away, so he discussed with Hong Ying'er, "Open the curtain and take the wind. It's suffocating inside!"

"No, miss!" Hong Ying'er anxiously stopped him, "We'll be going up the mountain soon. Please wait patiently, Miss!" Ignoring Su Wenxi's words, he forcefully pulled down the curtain.

Sadly, Su Wenxi got into the car and opened the curtain on the window to look down at the winding mountain road. Then, he exclaimed and asked Dong Yan who was behind the curtain: "Dong Yan, look, is that Jing Ji running on the road below?"

Dong Yan looked around and replied, "They look very similar. On such a hot day, why is he running as if his life depended on it? "

"Lean against the side of the car and wait for him! His way of running is so tiring that he lost all his strength! "

"Miss and Young Master, please stay in the carriage for a moment. I'll go and fetch him!" Dong Yan said as he jumped out of the rafter.

At this moment, Ziying raised his head from his book and asked Su Wenxi, "Who's Jing Ji?"

Yo, quite a rare sight. He usually doesn't like to speak when asked, but now he actually took the initiative to ask.

"A young monk who sprinkles spiders into a pot like salt." Su Wenxi answered without thinking, stretching her neck out the window to look down. She seemed to recall something and turned back to look at him with a grin. "The two of you look really alike. If you don't believe me, you'll have to look for yourself later!"

"What do you mean?"

"He's so thin!" Su Wenxi stuck her head out again.

"…"

His eyes were sparkling, but he did not say anything.

He remembered that the young monk standing beside Hong Guang in his previous life was indeed called Jing Ji. The child was young, and his eyes were filled with compassion, making him feel that his fate was so sorrowful.

The setting sun was as red as blood, and the ground around him was littered with corpses.

The little monk quietly hid his eyes.

He heard the distant but distinct sound of the Sanskrit, with a sigh in the middle.

When his consciousness left his body, he seemed to hear a vague phrase, "When people leave, it is hard to leave. All disasters will turn to dust."

He suddenly thought clearly and clearly, how could a person leave a place like this? Why did it have to leave him? If life and death were controlled by someone else, could it mean that Cheng Chen would be able to explain all the difficulties of death that shouldn't exist around him?

"You mischievous little baldy!" Are you afraid of dying in the sun on such a hot day? "

Su Wenxi raised her voice and reprimanded him, pulling his thoughts back to reality.

When the curtain of the carriage was pushed open, a skinny body was thrown in by Dong Yan. The gray monastic robe made him seem a bit fat, and his small body was as skinny as a stick of firewood. The young monk looked tired and tired. He crawled in the carriage and didn't get up yet. Sweat covered his face as if he had just been dug out of the ground.

Su Wenxi laughed heartily. She then took the gourd that she had just drunk from the sour plum juice and placed it next to the little monk's mouth. "There's still half a year left. If you don't drink it, it'll be gone!"

The young monk rolled over and sat up, holding the gourd and raising his head with a "gulp" sound. He did not even have a chance to catch his breath.

Su Wenxi smiled and said, "I'm afraid of someone stealing yours. Where are you going, and what are you running in such a hurry for? "

Jing Ji finally took a breath and wiped his face with his sleeve, revealing his fair and delicate skin.

The child was thin, but not weak. His eyes were especially bright, and he looked like an exceptionally spirited child.

When she saw him, she was stunned for a moment before her gaze froze in place. It reminded him of that look of pity in his memory.

Was it really such a young child? He was only five or six years old.

In fact, wasn't he a child himself? He didn't think about it.

"Senior Brother told me to go down the mountain and buy some salt!"

Su Wenxi looked at Jing Ji's empty monastic robe, "Where's the salt?"

Jing Ji blinked his eyes, "Fringe City is lost, I have to hurry back to inform Master!"

Su Wenxi was stunned and subconsciously turned her head to look at him. "Where is Fringe City?"

Ever since she had arrived here, she had been eating, drinking, and having fun everyday. She had never asked about current affairs, thinking that she was living a peaceful life. Did the fall mean war? Is Jing Ji's panic serious?

Su Wenxi became a little nervous all of a sudden. She didn't like war!