The gate of the courtyard was knocked, Xuanyuan broke into question, and came back soon. Although the boy's face was covered with beard, he could not completely cover the red color. It was nervous and shy, because a girl with an oil paper umbrella followed him to the library.

Tang Sanshiliu looked at the beautiful girl and said slightly, "Where is a lilac girl coming from?

Xuanyuan Po rubbed his hands nervously and said, "I don't know which lady it is, so I didn't say anything after asking."

Tang Sanshiliu said: "Then let her come in? Although the Chinese Valentine's Day just last night, why is it like this

Xuanyuan Po quickly explained: "She said she knew Chen Changsheng."

Chen Changsheng was reading a book. He listened to this and put down the book and looked out the threshold. He found that he really knew - it was not the lady from a mansion, but the big maid of the Dongyu Shen General's mansion.

Naturally, he would not explain to Xuanyuan Po, so he got up and walked outside the library and said to Shuang'er: "Long time no see you

It's indeed not seen for a long time. It has been several months since Shuang'er came to the National Education College to find him last time.

Shuang'er put the oil-paper umbrella together and signaled him to follow him to a remote corner.

"Is there anything?" he asked.

Shuang'er looked at him, thinking about the rumors about Qingteng Banquet last night, with a complicated expression. After thinking about it, she said, "I heard about you. I must admit that you are indeed beyond the expectations of many people. The madam and I did not evaluate you correctly at the beginning."

Chen Changsheng said: "You have your position, so there is no need to apologize."

He is telling the truth, and he has always been able to tell the truth.

Shuang'er raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't misunderstand. My views on you may be wrong, but it does not mean that I support you with the lady. Even if you have learned a lot, but you can't practice, you will still be..."

Although she didn't like Chen Changsheng, she had no bad intentions after all, so she took back the word "waste".

But everyone knows what she means.

Chen Changsheng said: "Whether you support it or not has any meaning to this marriage."

Shuang'er was a little angry and said, "Miss and I are like sisters. I care more about the lady's happiness than anyone else. You took out your wedding letter at the Qingteng Banquet and raised your head proudly, but have you ever thought about it? The lady and Akiyama Jun were originally a good match, but you destroyed it like this, how can you bear it?"

"So, are you here to stand up for Akiyama?"

Chen Changsheng looked at her and said, "You should know that at the Qingteng Banquet last night, your lady asked Bai He to bring a letter. In the letter, she admitted the marriage. Now you seem to have a different view on this marriage, and even stand up for other men?"

"Do your lady know if you do this?"

Shuang'er couldn't speak, she didn't know why the lady did this.

Chen Changsheng said: "What else is there?"

"I shouldn't have said the previous sentence."

Shuang'er calmed down, raised her arms, wiped off the water droplets between her mane, and said, "Miss, let me give you a word."

"What words."

"Don't get me wrong."

Listening to this sentence, Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time. Shuang'er had said similar things before, which was very hurtful. What does Xu Yourong mean?

He asked, "What is the misunderstanding?"

"I don't know." Shuang'er looked at his face and said, "You should understand it yourself."

Last night, Baihe returned to Kyoto with the letter from thousands of miles. In the letter, Xu Yourong expressed his attitude. Although he knew very well that Xu Yourong could not really want to marry him, she must have hidden other meanings when she did this, but her disgust towards her was still much less.

But at this time, he could not be in a good mood after listening to what Shuang'er said.

"That's all?"

He looked at Shuang'er and said, "This is what he meant to be ready to see off the guests."

Shuang'er said, "Miss also said that if you have anything to say, you can write to her directly."

With a sound of cranes, the white crane fell from the sky, flapping its wings, and landed outside the library, and the water droplets on the feathers slowly flowed down.

Chen Changsheng nodded at Bai He.

Baihe walked to him, lowered his thin neck, and touched his right arm, looking a little intimate.

"How have you been doing well over the years?" he said to Bai He.

Bai He cried out two clear sounds, as if he was answering.

Looking at this scene, Shuang'er was very surprised.

When the white crane flew away last night, Chen Changsheng felt that he had forgotten something. He thought it was the black dragon in the waste garden. Only then did he remember that he should write a letter and ask Bai He to bring it to Xu Yourong. There are many things, and it would be much better to communicate directly.

Shuang'er always plays the role of an intermediary between him and Xu Yourong, and he doesn't like this.

After arriving in Kyoto, Xu Yourong only wrote him a handwritten letter, which only had four words in it, and seemed very stingy.

——Please do it yourself.

Chen Changsheng took the pen and thought for a while, and he should write the four words "decisive, profound and arrogant" so that he could reply to the other party without looking down on his face.

This was also the first letter he wrote to her after he was ten years old.

But in the end he just wrote a letter in a very plain way, with ordinary words and ordinary things.

He was not very willing to be angry with the little girl.

Even though she is Xu Yourong, even if she is only three days younger than him, she is still a little girl.

Thousands of miles south of Kyoto is the Saint Maiden Peak.

There are forbidden areas under the Saint Maiden Peak. It was not until three hundred miles away that there was a small town. The people living in the town were ordinary people, including iron shops, wine shops, butchers shops, and gambling shops. The shops usually played with Paijiu and dice, but there was a simple decoration room at the deepest part of this gambling shop, with a table.

This table is playing mahjong.

Sitting in the east hand is a beautiful girl.

The girl was fourteen or fifteen years old, with her eyebrows and eyes as picturesque and her eyes as varnished. She looked beautiful and not as beautiful as a mortal.

The three people at the table knew that she was definitely not a mortal.

Two years ago, the owner of the gambling shop was about to attack her, who was younger, more timid and more likely to arouse human desire for crime, and died very miserably. The dealer took the boss's position, which was the middle-aged man sitting at the west end of the table at this time.

From that day on, every once in a while, the girl would come to the town and play mahjong, and not be allowed to leave the table for two or one night.

The simple-decorated room is only open once a few months. The three people who played mahjong with her were the first three, and they had never changed. Those three people were ordinary people. How could they have thought that such an extraordinary thing would happen to her?

From the initial fear and anxiety to the fact that they did not shake hands with the card, they used it for a long time, but now they can naturally get along with the little fairy, not letting go of the game, but telling the winner and lose with real swords and guns, and sometimes even dare to complain a few times.

How lucky is it to be able to play cards with such a beautiful little fairy?

And sometimes, you can really win money.

A panic sound came from outside the window, and the girl said, "I have something tonight, so I won't fight."

The three of them were surprised and thought to themselves what happened. This time it ended so long in advance. Do you still need the rules of two days and one night?

The girl took out a few golden leaves and placed them on the table for compensation, and turned around and left.

The three looked at each other, and one of the women said worriedly: "The little lady doesn't know what happened, she's not very excited."

On the side of the wild mountain cliff outside the town, Xu Yourong untied the letter from Baihe's legs and opened it apart at will.

Under the stars, the paper was clearly illuminated. The above sentences were ordinary, the handwriting was clean, and the length was not long, but she read them for a long time.

In those sentences and handwriting, she saw restraint, but she did not see resentment, and even had no negative emotions.

It was hard for her to imagine that a teenager could still be so calm after so many difficult days in Kyoto

If it were her, she would definitely not be able to do it.

She remembers that he is only three days older than himself.

She looked in the direction of Kyoto and said, "If it's not a fake, this guy is either a gentleman or a real person."

Bai He whistled and clearly disagreed with her statement. The disagreement here refers to the word "false".

Xu Yourong was helpless and said, "Why do you like that guy? I don't remember what kind of person he is, and what is worth your liking."

Bai He whispered twice, reminding her of previous statements about gentlemen and real people.

"Neither a gentleman nor a saint can accompany you for a long period of practice. That would be too boring."

She looked at Baihe and said, "I don't want to live a boring life."

Bai He turned his neck slightly, looking a little confused. If you don’t want to marry Chen Changsheng, why do you have to write that letter and admit this marriage in front of the world?

Xu Yourong didn't explain anything. She had her own ideas, neither her parents nor her teachers, the Pope or the Holy Empress, nor her husband.

Then she opened Shuang'er's letter and started reading, and then she learned what happened at the Qingteng Banquet last night.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Since the marriage letter has been announced to the world, you can at least be calm for a while, right?

But that guy is really a bit surprising.

Then she saw the conversation between Shuang'er and Chen Changsheng retelled.

She raised her hands on her back and looked in the direction of Kyoto again, and was silent for a long time.

"I suddenly remembered... When I was eleven years old, I once secretly wrote a letter to take you to the west.

The white crane's thin beak was light, it was its last time to go to Xining. No one knew about it in the entire Dongyu Shenzong Mansion.
To be continued...