But this time, Dayan Empire suffered the most serious crisis. Dad was seriously injured. My brother Yan Nanfei also had to leave school and go back to Dayan to help my father deal with things in the country … Her country and people ushered in the most severe winter, and the whole imperial city was frozen by heavy snow, but there was no sunny phenomenon. All these accumulations together made Cher concentrate on practicing and studying.
The thought of my father and brother, the people of Bailoumen, suffering from the worst snowstorm in the Dayan Empire for decades made Cher feel a little upset.
At this time, the dean can’t wait to ask her to flow the words, which leads to Cher’s being as difficult as a little ancestor in the past few days.
Staying in this bodhisattva garden all day is both relaxing and chatting, and I know more about what is happening in the outside world.
There are many things in Cher’s heart that she wants to find someone to tell. This person is not the maid Ling Er who grew up together with her, nor is it her teacher, Dean Zhuang, nor is it crazy and sophisticated, but the eldest brother Changfeng whom she met in the free world behind the White House.
The dean told the teacher that two girls wearing fur clothes and oil umbrella cotton gloves went out of the Pu Garden and found the purple bamboo forest by memory. When they crossed the forest, they came to the front of the mountain stream Pinghu outside Sichuan.
There is a row of bamboo rafts moored on the shore, with two bamboo woven chairs and a pole to support the bamboo poles. The Dayan Empire is located in the territory of Tiandong, and the number of rivers in the imperial city is facing the Bishui River. Whether it is a citizen or a royal family, the Dayan Empire is no stranger to water.
One side of the soil and water nourish one side of the people. This may be a memory that is born in the bones.
When they saw this small bamboo raft, the two girls didn’t face the obstacles and went back the same way. Although this small bamboo raft can’t compare with the imperial ship of Bishuijiang, the magnificent Bishuijiang is not the same as this mountain stream Pinghu.
After carefully arranging the bamboo raft, Ling Er helped Cher to sit in the small bamboo chair. Ling Er untied the bamboo rope, picked up the bamboo pole and sat down slowly.
Although it’s a little strange to punting, it’s a good thing that the direction of the lake water flow has never changed, from width to width, which shrinks like a fan, and the water flows to the narrow entrance of the sky. The two girls are slightly holding some directions, and this small bamboo raft is quietly floated into the entrance of the sky by the water flow.
After the two steep canyons were cut out like swords, the cold wind swept fiercely and rolled up the snowflakes, so that Cher and Ling Er couldn’t help shivering when they just entered the canyon and were suddenly surprised by the silvery white world in front of them.
Cher consciously leans over her mink and fur cloak to block the cold wind. Snow Ling’s son quickly reacts, hurriedly propping up the umbrella she had prepared in advance, and said, "Fortunately, we listened to the dean’s advice and wore winter clothes, otherwise the snow here would really freeze people to death."
"Is this where Brother Changfeng practices and lives?" Cher obviously didn’t notice the beautiful eyes around Ling Er’s words, and they were busy looking out at the grass, trees, mountains and stones in the indifferent Sichuan.
The bamboo raft floats and freezes, and the lake stops. Cher and Ling Er are holding umbrellas. The beautiful figure of the two people reflected through the bottom of the lake is more than that of the fish at the bottom of the lake. They are all competing to file and gather on the lake, and they are competing to attract the attention of the immortals.
But at this moment, Cher is obviously not in the mood to pay attention to the fish in the lake under her feet. She saw a small courtyard and several huts not far from the shore.
She saw a figure sitting on the top of the cliff behind the hut. It was as cold as the wind and snow. The figure was still as straight as pine. It was as if the mountain had melted together. The mountain seemed to melt together with this world.
Cher eyes suddenly attracted by that figure method to extricate themselves.
She vaguely saw that the figure was sitting on the ground with a faint light, and it looked like a lotus stand.
Cher can be sure that the figure is the one she is looking for without thinking.
A figure came out of the cliff yard.
Huangfuyi was in the room burning hot water to wait on the master Xiang Daozong. When he noticed that a visitor from Sichuan was forgetful, he gently closed the door and came out of the yard. He saw two graceful images of painting umbrellas.
"Cher met uncle suspection.i"
"Ling son also met uncle suspection.i."
Cher and Ling Er in Zizhuxuan have seen this little granduncle at the top of the list.
I can’t remember the impression of Huangfuyi except indifference and seriousness. They dare not neglect statecraft in front of this little uncle.
Huangfuyi looked at the two maids for a moment and said, "Master hasn’t been feeling well recently. I just got up. If you want to see her, please wait a few more days."
Say that finish HuangFuYi will turn away.
Cher and ling son some nasty.
Suddenly, the cold impression on this little ShiShu deepened.
"Little ShiShu stay" cher said in a hurry.
"Am I not clear enough?" Huangfuyi was suddenly stopped in a bad mood.
Actually, Huangfuyi has been in a bad mood since Xiang Daozong was seriously injured by Yao Shiling.
He can’t remember who his parents are, and he can’t remember whether he has any brothers, sisters or relatives. He knows that master was the only one in this world who taught him the Tao and taught him to be a man. He has always respected filial piety as a father in his heart.
But every day I see Master’s injury getting worse, his face getting haggard and his body getting thinner. He can watch and do nothing. Huangfuyi’s mood is just like this snowy day in Sichuan. It has never been sunny in Wan Li again.
Chapter 42 There is an endless path in the forest.
"We’re here to find eldest brother Changfeng." Cher looked at Huangfuyi’s cold back and looked at Huangfuyi’s impatient. She turned around and she was afraid and bowed her head to avoid, while Huangfuyi’s cold eyes were red and some were red as flies.
Huangfuyi slightly dazed.
Knowing that the little princess of Dayan Empire didn’t come to visit Master, she realized that she had misunderstood the meaning.
But his temper and pride will never apologize for it even if he knows he is wrong.
In the college, he is a disciple of Bodhisattva, a disciple of Xiang Daozong, and a teacher younger brother of Dean Zhuang. Whether he is a six-character doorman or a college teacher who has studied in Tsing Yi for more than ten years, or those old students who are earlier than their own introduction are obviously his younger generation who dare not and are not qualified to accept their own apologies.
Even if Cher’s status is distinguished, the youngest princess in Dayan Empire will be his nephew for one day in this hospital.
Without this problem, I will continue to pester Huangfuyi to twist my head and look into the distance.
Cher and Ling son also followed Huangfuyi’s line of sight to see the figure of the small courtyard behind the mountain cliff, and the snow-capped mountains and the earth merged into one figure.
Los Changfeng seems to sleep slowly opened his eyes.
He sat still all night, and the snow had already covered him.
His hair is white, his eyebrows are white, and his robe is white. He comes out like a snowman, and the faint lotus light around him purifies the snowflake into shape, and then the lotus luster gradually fades away.
Seeing teacher younger brother wake up from the lotus world far away, Huangfuyi knew that he didn’t have to leave, and he wanted to turn away when he remembered that Master was still waiting for his service.
He looked at Cher calmly and said, "It’s better to keep some seniority in the backyard. My little brother is my little brother. Maybe he used to be eldest brother Changfeng, but I hope he will be addressed as a little martial uncle or granduncle in the backyard. Besides, my little brother has recently cultivated the lotus flower in his heart and is in danger of being trapped in the lotus world in his heart at any time. Please try not to disturb him if there is nothing urgent after this time."
Huangfuyi turned to the small courtyard.
Luo Changfeng came from the cliff.
Cher some regret in my heart.
She doesn’t know what the heart word lotus is, and she doesn’t know that it is called lotus world. She knows that if her trivial things affect eldest brother Changfeng’s practice, she will be a thousand and ten thousand unwilling.
When she saw Luo Changfeng coming to her eyes step by step, she had an impulse to escape.
But in the end, I didn’t have the heart to leave
I don’t have the heart and I don’t want to give up.
When a person misses another person for a long time, he will gradually get used to that kind of missing day.
But if you miss someone, it will be like a flood.
Even if people are angry and complain, they should crave for a moment.