When the sky was dark, Guanzhu Sun knocked on the door of Taipingguan.

"Master, you're here again so early." said the boy who opened the door.

"What do you mean?" Sun Guanzhu said.

"He obviously just left." The child muttered.

Guanzhu Sun ignored her and stepped forward.

"Have you prepared breakfast? My wife eats very delicately. You should be careful and gentle so as not to disturb my wife's sleep." As she said this, she looked inside with a smile.

"My wife has already gotten up and has just gone out," the boy said.

Guanzhu Sun was stunned for a moment.

"So early!"

The mountains in winter are even more gloomy and cold, and the sound of soft footsteps echoes in the mountains, raising layers of mountain fog.

Cheng Jiaoniang walked in the front, holding a branch in her hand, sweeping away dead branches that fell on the road from time to time. Banqin followed behind in small steps, her face was flushed not knowing whether it was cold or walking, and she was spitting out lumps in her mouth.

White gas.

"Madam, did you and Sister Banqin often walk in the mountains like this at that time?" she asked.

"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

"Where did you meet Mr. Zhang?" Banqin asked curiously.

Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head and looked around, her footsteps not stopping.

"It's over there." She raised her hand and pointed in a direction with a branch.

Banqin stood on tiptoe and looked up, imagining the scene at that time.

"It's so good..." She couldn't help but sigh.

"Everyone has his own merits. Different roads have different scenery, so there is no need to regret." Cheng Jiaoniang said, striding forward.

Banqin nodded and followed with a smile.

Cheng Jiaoniang stopped and looked back at Banqin.

"What don't you want to ask me?" she asked.

Banqin was stunned by this question.

"Madam, what are you asking for?" she asked.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled.

"In this small temple before." She pointed to the Taiping Temple where she had just arrived, "I drove away two children, and Banqin felt a little pitiful..."

"Madam." Banqin interrupted her, with a bit of grievance, "Madam is the only one who is pitiful. Why should you pity others? Why don't others pity you? Do you owe them? Do you deserve what they deserve? They

When they are sad, should you also accompany them to be sad? Otherwise, are you hard-hearted? If they are sick, should you cure them? Is it your fault if you can't cure them? Is it your fault if you can't cure them? Why is no one there?

I pity you, why should you pity others? Just because you don’t say anything? Just because you don’t cry? Is that what you deserve?”

As she spoke, she covered her face and cried loudly.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked stunned and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Hey, hey, I just said it casually..." She smiled, thought for a while, stepped back, and reached out to pat Banqin on the head.

Banqin sobbed.

"Madam, I'm fine, I just want to cry. Let's go on, don't waste time," she cried.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her and smiled, turned around and walked away without saying anything.

After walking not far, a shout suddenly came from the front.

"Who!"

Banqin stood still in fear, not caring about sobbing, and looked over nervously with tearful eyes.

Although the lady said everything was fine, Manager Cao and others were still on alert. Cheng Jiaoniang came out for a walk, and they dispersed around first. At this time, they suddenly issued a warning. Did they discover some danger?

Cheng Jiaoniang didn't stop and strode away. She quickly turned a corner and saw a person sitting on a stone on the side of the mountain.

"It's you!" Banqin said in surprise.

The person sitting in the morning mist lifted his hood, revealing the face of a young man.

"It's me," he said, "What a coincidence."

What a coincidence?

Why are you back again? Are you still unwilling? Banqin turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang.

"I was thinking of going to see you at dawn, but I didn't expect you to come to the mountain too." King Jin'an continued.

Cheng Jiaoniang stepped forward and walked over, and the followers retreated without any instructions.

Prince Jin'an looked at her.

"Look," he said, raising his finger to point at the retreating entourage, "you don't even have to say anything, they all believe you and listen to you."

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him as if she didn't understand what he said.

"And you have told me so much, but I still don't believe it." Prince Jin'an said.

"How can this be compared?" Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and said.

"I'm sorry." Prince Jin'an stood up, looked at her and took a deep breath and said, "I shouldn't lose my temper at you. It's not you who caused his accident. It's not your fault that he can't be cured. Everything.

The whole thing has nothing to do with you, yet I blame you. I don’t dare to blame the people who should be blamed, but I blame you instead, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.”

Oh my god, Banqin couldn't help but put her hand to cover her mouth, tears streaming down her face again.

"I'm not angry." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

"I know." Prince Jin'an said, "This is my self-comfort. Rather than an apology to you, it is more for my own relief."

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and smiled slightly.

"It's okay." She said, reaching out and patting his arm twice.

Don't be sad.

Prince Jin'an looked at her and smiled.

But she won't say it, because how can she not be sad? She never talks about things she can't do.

He stretched out his hand and handed over a wooden box.

"This is the New Year's gift I prepared for you." He said and smiled, "Originally I wanted to have someone send it to me, but then something happened and I never thought about it. I just happened to come here in person this time. I forgot about it yesterday.

Okay..I brought it to you today, so it’s not a waste of time…”

A gift?

Banqin's eyes couldn't help but fall on the lady's head. There was only a silver comb on the pulled up hair.

Cheng Jiaoniang reached out to take it, and Banqin took a step forward, but Cheng Jiaoniang didn't hand it to her, but opened it directly.

Banqin couldn't help but lean forward and look, and saw a hairpin placed in the wooden box. It was neither gold nor silver, and it was not decorated with jewelry. It turned out to be just a carved wooden hairpin, and it looked to be quite old.

"My mother gave this to me when I was a child." Prince Jin'an said, smiling again, "Actually, my mother didn't give it to me. I naughtily pulled it off my mother's head."

Mother, mother, don’t go, don’t go….

The little child looked panicked and desperately grabbed the sleeves of the gorgeous woman.

Don't leave me, don't leave me...

Conglang, be good.

The woman stooped down to comfort the little child, picked her up, and carried her into the arms of the woman who followed.

Mother, mother.

Although she was a little reluctant to let go, the woman still reached out and broke the child's hand.

Mother, mother.

The child screamed, stretched out his hand and grabbed desperately, grabbing the woman's hairpin, and his hair fell apart, but this did not stop the woman's steps.

He clutched the hairpin in his hand tightly and looked at the woman who was getting further and further away and finally disappeared from sight.

"I think that when you give someone a gift, you should naturally give it to yourself as your most precious and favorite gift." Prince Jin'an said with a slight smile.

Banqin's eyes couldn't help but fall on Cheng Jiaoniang's head again.

Cheng Jiaoniang raised her hand and took out the hairpin and inserted it into it, then handed the box to Banqin.

"It's not very pretty either." Prince Jin'an said with a smile. Looking at the woman's dark hair, it turned out that she looked pretty even without hair accessories.

"As long as it's easy to use," Cheng Jiaoniang said, bowing and saluting.

The prince of Jin'an County returned the gift.

There was a silence between the two of them. When Prince Jin'an was about to say goodbye, Cheng Jiaoniang spoke first.
To be continued...