On the eighth day of September, they met for the first time.

The Chinese medicine was designed by her, the assassin appeared because of her, and seeking help from him was a long-planned plan.

The alley was dark that day, and the moonlight was not very soft. She was dressed in white, desperate and lonely. She knelt in front of him and said to him: "Help me... please."

Start with the first sentence you speak.

She is lying.

The faint sound of files being turned echoed in the deathly silence.

The tenth day of September.

September 15th.

October...

November...

One pile, one piece.

Pierced into Xie Xun's eyes.

The heartbeat begins to become unbalanced.

Their encounter,

It was a scam carefully planned by her!

This night.

Xie Xun stayed up all night, flipping through the files over and over again. The more he read, the more he hated it, and the more he read, the more painful he became. Later, the pain became numb, and the sun suddenly dawned.

He felt his eyes were sore and blinked slowly.

But found.

He still hurts.

The sky is bright and the light in the distance is dim.

Uzhuo Temple.

There is an endless stream of pilgrims, coming in pairs and chatting and laughing.

Xie Xun walked up the mountain step by step, crossing countless steps.

The main hall is solemn and solemn, with kind Buddha statues and octagonal glazed lamps hanging, which remain on all year round.

He burned incense, walked out of the palace, and walked to the back mountain.

From a distance, the locust tree is covered with red silk, corresponding to countless wooden plaques, which are the different prayers of all living beings.

Countless pilgrims stood in front of the locust tree, praying devoutly.

When the wind blows, the red silk flutters, and the wooden signs sway left and right, colliding and making a clear and sweet sound.

Xie Xun stood there and looked at it for a long time.

"Donor, you are here."

A peaceful and kind voice sounded.

He paused slightly, turned around, and saw a kind-hearted old man standing in the distance: "Master."

The last time Master Kong Hui saw Xie Xun was in February. Three months had passed in the blink of an eye. He looked kindly at the young marquis in bright red clothes in front of him, just like he would a junior, and asked.

"Is it really sad?"

Xie Xun was silent for a long time and spoke in a hoarse voice. He spoke in a confused and confused manner, as if he was talking to himself or to the other party. He almost choked on the last word.

"I lost my hand rope, but I clearly didn't want to lose it..."

The master looked at his appearance and suddenly remembered that day when he first came to Wu Zhuo Temple.

At that time, the young man was arrogant, lively and dignified, and his smile was charming. He asked seriously: "What would be a good wedding gift for my daughter's family?"

Master Kong Hui could tell at a glance that he did not believe in Buddha and had no reverence for him, so he said: "You don't believe there is a Buddha in the world, why do you come to ask me?"

"I don't believe it, but my unmarried wife does, so I can't treat her badly."

After hearing this answer, Master was silent for a long time.

"If you are sincere, give me a blue silk bracelet."

But now, it doesn't take long, just a few months.

The lively and unrestrained person said with red eyes, I lost my hand rope!

"Actually, what was lost was not the hand rope, but the person, right?"

The word pierced his heart, and Xie Xun's finger bones stretched until they turned white before he uttered a syllable.

"Well..."

"Do you still remember what I told you?"

Master Konghui let out a long sigh.

"My parents who care deeply about their body, hair and skin should only weave a black silk bracelet once in a lifetime and give it to only one person in a lifetime."

"This is your hair, you have to protect her from disaster."

"If she betrays you, you will be the only one who will never recover in the end. If your hand rope is burned, you will get a serious illness in the least case, and you will die in the worst case!"

A wisp of green silk and a wisp of soul.

Tie a brocade rope with your life as a gift to your lover.

As the saying goes, black hair is precious, which implies a deeper meaning.

Master Konghui gave Xie Xun a stern warning.

Let him think carefully before making a decision.

Xie Xun heard it at the beginning, understood and knew it, and did not hesitate: "Please teach me how to make it up."

He thought.

Meng Tang'an is so squeamish and can't stand the slightest bump. Unlike him, of course he has to be raised well. No matter whether his rumors are true or false, he just believes them to be true. He doesn't care if all kinds of disasters happen to him.

He is her king, and it is only natural that he fights for her!

He wants her to live a life of worry-free life, smooth sailing, and peace and security year after year. He wants her to be his wife for the rest of her life.

Xie Xun only knows now.

It turns out that you can buy a bracelet for five cents.

It turns out that sincerity is worth five cents.

"When I first asked you, you were full of youthful spirit and said she would not let you down."

Master Kong Hui just laughed.

Everyone said this before they were let down.

Seeing that he was determined to go his own way, he did not try to dissuade him. As a result, today, he ended up in this situation!

"My child, do you regret if I let you choose again?"

"I should have known..." Xie Xun had no expression on his face, looking at the red silk blowing in the wind in the distance. When the wind stopped, he couldn't calm down. "Just respond to her seriously when she says she loves me."

Will the result be different?

He never regretted giving her the bracelet, he only regretted not saying he loved her when his love was strong.

If only I hadn't been so conceited at the time.

If you don't feel awkward, you won't even admit a word of love.

Covering up, being hot and cold, but in the end it’s no longer necessary.

The young man was arrogant all his life, thinking he had control over everything, and never bowed his head to anyone.

But I never thought that there are always some things in this world.

It’s a pity to realize it later.

He is just arrogant, conceited and arrogant. He just... fell in love with Meng Tangan.

"The hand rope is given away, kept or destroyed, right or wrong, all are destined." Master Konghui turned the beads, "Let's live a good life in the future."

"Can't you make up another one?" he asked.

"Nine times out of ten things in this world are not what you want. It is the normal state of life to ask for something but not get it. Why bother to force it?" Master Kong Hui asked back.

"I insist on forcing it!"

This time, Master Kong Hui was silent for a long time, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, his voice was ethereal.

"There aren't many snowfalls in Chang'an City. It's very difficult to grow old in this life. If I have the chance to get wet in the snow together, it will be a regret."

"I would like to express my best wishes to the young Marquis, and for ten years, I will get what I wish for."
To be continued...