Baili Sichen stood up, slowly walked to the bookcase, stood silently for a moment, and then picked up the ink pen and wrote gently.

In the early morning of the next day, Ziyan Mingchen woke up to the sound of birds.

He rubbed his heavy head, looked up and looked around, recognized it as Chenxing Pavilion, breathed a sigh of relief slightly, forced out the smell of wine in his body, and he got up and walked out of the pavilion.

In the courtyard, Baili Sichen and Yun'er were taking care of the medicine field, when she heard footsteps, she turned her head and saw that it was him, and smiled softly, "General, you are up"

Ziyan Mingchen hummed softly, seeing that light sweat was dripping from her forehead, she frowned slightly and said, "It's good to let the maid do these things, how can you do it yourself?"

Baili Sichen smiled faintly and said, "If you have nothing to do, you can do some."

Ziyan Mingchen shook his head helplessly, raised his hand to gently wipe the thin sweat from the corner of her forehead, took the tool from her hand, and carefully pruned the medicine field.

Baili Sichen looked at him quietly, looking at the back that was undulating in the morning light, and a touch of nostalgia crossed his eyes.

However, she had to let go.

covets a love that doesn't belong to her, and in the end it's just a hurt.

Slowly opening his eyes, Baili Sichen said softly: "General, I heard that the petition hall of Wanfu Temple is very spiritual, is the general willing to accompany Sichen to Wanfu Temple to petition?" ”

Ziyan Mingchen stopped moving, looked back at her, and asked with a slight smile: "It's rare that you are willing to go out of the house to petition, and you can choose a good day?" ”

Baili Sichen tapped his eyes, "Three days later, it is an auspicious day"

Ziyan Mingchen smiled, "Okay, then three days later"

On the day of the petition, it was a little overcast.

The dark clouds covered the sky, ready to rain at any time, Ziyan Mingchen looked at the weather, and frowned slightly at Baili Sichen: "Today's weather is gloomy and dark, I'm afraid there will be rain, can the petition be postponed to tomorrow?" ”

"Sichen has already talked to the monks of Wanfu Temple, and if you don't go, I'm afraid you'll lose your reputation."

“…… Then let's go," Ziyan Mingchen compromised

The two of them drove the carriage, took a few guards, and braved the dark clouds in the sky, all the way to Wanfu Temple, taking into account Baili Sichen's body, and the group walked very slowly.

When I arrived at Wanfu Temple, it was already the time of the year.

Ziyan Mingchen set up the carriage, helped Baili Sichen into the temple, looked at the other party's slightly white cheeks, and reproached softly: "I know that the mountain road is bumpy, but you don't let me use my aura, how can your body stand it if you are tired from such a boat?"

Baili Sichen smiled lightly and said softly: "The petition is sincere."

When the words fell, she gently pushed away Zi Yan Mingchen's hand, Gu Zi walked into the front hall to petition, Zi Yan Mingchen looked at it silently for a while, and quietly withdrew from the main hall.

The quiet hall leaves a silhouette alone.

The sound of low footsteps gradually faded away until it disappeared outside the door, Baili Sichen opened his eyes gently, looked back at Ziyan Mingchen's distant figure, bit his lip gently, and a line of cool tears slipped through the corners of his eyes, "I'm sorry, general, Sichen is going to miss the appointment"

The cold wind hunts, blowing away endless parting.

Dark clouds swept away the cold moon at some point, and sprinkled cold night rain.

A gloomy night sky, with gusting winds, lightning and thunder.

When the wind and rain were coming, Ziyan Mingchen returned to the main hall with a cold body, he wiped the rain while discussing with the petitioner: "Sichen, the wind and rain are too strong tonight, and it is too dangerous to go down the mountain, let's go back to the house tomorrow."

The hall was empty, and there was no figure of Baili Sichen.

Ziyan Mingchen approached with a frown, and found a letter next to the incense burner, the letters were stacked neatly, and only four words were left on the sealing paper.

The general himself opened.

Ziyan Mingchen unfolded the letterhead, and the familiar Juanxiu handwriting came into view.