In the twenty-third year of Jiayou's reign, on the day Gu Changjin came back from Qingzhou, he personally ordered Hengping and Chang Ji to send her to Four Seasons Garden.

Rong Shu always thought that the Four Seasons Garden was the place of imprisonment arranged for her by the Queen, but if they were going to the Four Seasons Garden at this moment, then it was not the Queen but Gu Changjin who imprisoned her in the Four Seasons Garden.

Her hand holding the car curtain trembled slightly.

Gu Changjin looked over, Rong Shu's eyes moved slightly, and asked softly: "Where in Ci'en Mountain is where Master Gu is going?"

The man looked into her eyes and said frankly: "It's at the foot of Ci'en Mountain. "The other courtyard."

"What's the name of the other courtyard?" Rong Shu asked.

"Qiu Shan Villa."

Qiu Shan Villa.

Not Four Seasons Garden.

Rong Shu was startled for a moment, and the curtain at his fingertips slowly fell.

Gu Changjin's eyes roamed over her face and asked, "Have you been here before?"

Rong Shu lowered his eyelashes and said, "No."

The wheels ran over the soft snow, leaving two long wheel marks.

An hour later, the carriage finally arrived at Qiu Shan Courtyard.

"You stay in the car. After I leave, Hengping will drive away and take you away. I will come to look for you in an hour at most."

Probably because time was running out, Gu Changjin finished his words, opened the door and got out of the car. Quickly walk to the other courtyard.

The moment the car door opened, the wind rushed in carrying the snow. Rong Shu glanced at the courtyard buried in the fine snow and paused slightly.

Gu Changjin's figure disappeared behind the gate of the other courtyard. Hengping gently pulled the reins and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a "bang" and looked back to see that it was Rong Shu who jumped out of the car.

Hengping was slightly startled, loosened the reins, jumped out of the carriage, and said, "Young lady?"

Rong Shu responded and walked straight to the gate, looking up at the plaque.

Sure enough, the word "Qiu Shan" was written on it.

But this was clearly the Four Seasons Garden where she had been imprisoned for two months. When she came in that day, she took a hasty look and saw that the word "Four Seasons" was clearly written on the plaque.

Rong Shu turned to look at Heng Ping who was chasing after him, and said, "Does this other courtyard have a name?"

Heng Ping knew that his master brought Rong Shu here today, which proved that she was a person trusted by his master.

Therefore, when Rong Shu asked, he responded: "No, this courtyard has never changed its name."

Rong Shu tightened his hood and asked again: "Does this courtyard belong to Gu Changjin?"

Heng Ping nodded: "Although I'm not here It's in the master's name, but this courtyard really belongs to the master."

Rong Shu looked around and said, "The outside of this courtyard is covered with grass and the paint on the door is mottled. What does Gu Changjin want to do with this courtyard?"

Heng Ping looked at Rong Shu quietly with his long and narrow eyes, Shao Qing, and said: "This villa is an escape route for the master."

While the two of them were talking, Gu Changjin had already crossed the yard and walked quickly to the main room.

The courtyard is not big, and while we were having a cup of tea, we could vaguely see the heavy wooden door of the main room.

The place Gu Changjin wanted to go was the small side room where sundries were stored next to the main house. There was a secret passage leading to the Daci'en Temple.

He needs to go through this passage to see Xuance.

The soap boots made a crunching sound when they stepped on broken branches in the snow.

Gu Changjin's face was stern, and he was about to walk around the main room, but when he glanced at the wooden door of the main room, he suddenly felt a huge panic.

For a moment.

The sound in my ears is no longer the rustling of wind and snow, but the sound of rain accompanied by lightning and thunder.

What I stepped on was not thick snow, but wet puddles.

Gu Changjin stopped his feet, held his chest, frowned and looked at the door.

The panic that the door brought to him was like a wild beast.

This is the escape route he left for Zhuiyun and the others. If one day, his identity is revealed, he will definitely fall into a situation of no life or death.

He had asked Shiiyun to fake his death and set up this courtyard secretly. It should be a safe place.

However, at this moment, this other courtyard or this door brought him great panic. The uncontrollable fear even made his hands tremble slightly.

Gu Changjin stared closely at the wooden door.

Almost without thinking, he strode towards the door and pushed hard.

"Creak" -

the dull sound of opening the door fell, and the scene inside the house came into view.

It was empty inside, with nothing else except some simple and old furnishings.

A stale smell came to my face, a smell that only comes from being uninhabited for a long time.

Indeed, this is a villa in the name of a dead person, and no one will come there.

However, when he first saw such an empty room, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Gu Changjin's face turned pale, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead in the cold wind and heavy snow.

Time was running out, and he didn't have time to think about this weird scene. After looking around, he hurriedly closed the door and entered the secret passage from the small side room on one side.

The secret passage leads to the forbidden area in the back mountain of Da Ci'en Temple. There is a bamboo house there, and the person living in it is Xuance, the former chief disciple of Master Fan Qing, the abbot of Da Ci'en Temple.

Xuance had already been expelled from Da Ci'en Temple, but no one dared to drive him away even though he lived in this bamboo house. Even the abbot, Master Fan Qing, turned a blind eye.

Xuance had a skinny face with sharp lines.

On such a cold day, on such a cold day, he was wearing only a thin Zen robe, with his shoulder-length black hair hanging loosely, slowly sweeping the snow under the cedar.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up and stopped what he was doing when he saw it was Gu Changjin.

"A rare visitor. Master Gu, are you looking for a poor monk to fulfill your promise?"

He has long been famous in Da Ci'en Temple, and he has also grown his hair and returned to secular life, but he still likes to call himself "poor monk".

Gu Changjin said: "I'm not looking for the master to fulfill his promise. I just came to make a deal with the master."

"Business? Master Gu also wants a poor monk to kill people for you?" Xuance's deep eyebrows were a little sarcastic.

"I don't want to kill people. I would like to ask the master to go to Suzhou to investigate some things for me, and look for someone along the way."

"Looking for someone? Investigating something?" Xuance's lips curved into a devilish smile, "The poor monk is only in the business of killing people. If you want a poor monk to do something other than murder, does Mr. Gu know the rules? "

Five years ago, the chief disciple of Daci'en Temple, who was once compassionate, took off his monk's clothes and started a murder business in a pure place of Buddhism.

If you want him to do business other than killing, you have to take ten moves from him.

And after ten moves, whether he can do this business or not depends on his mood.

Xuance owed Gu Changjin his life and had promised to return his life or fulfill a promise for him.

Wen Xi's matter was important, but it was not worth Gu Changjin's wasted promise.

Gu Changjin chose to take his ten moves.

Taking off his cloak, he nodded and said, "Master, please."

Xuan Ce looked at him steadily, threw down the broom in his hand, flexed his five fingers, and walked straight to the door in front of Gu Changjin.

The two figures were fighting together, their moves filled with awe-inspiring killing intent.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the black cloak in the snow was gradually covered with a layer of velvet.

After a while, Gu Changjin suppressed the sweetness in his throat and said, "Ten moves have passed. Should the master accept this deal?"

"If the poor monk accepts it, what can Master Gu give the poor monk?

" Chang Jin picked up the big cloak and said softly: "I can help the master to destroy the Daci'en Temple."

Snowflakes slowly fell on Xuance's dark and slender eyelashes. He blinked slowly and curled his lips and said: " The poor monk took over Mr. Gu's business."

Half an hour after returning to the other courtyard through the secret passage, the carriage with gold and jade carvings had long disappeared. Gu Changjin left a secret mark along Hengping. Walk quickly towards the snow forest.

Deep in the jungle, Rong Shu sat in the car, still recalling what Hengping said in his mind.

"This courtyard is a secret of the master. I hope the young lady

will keep it secret." Even if it is a secret place, why did Gu Changjin lock her and Zhang's mother here so openly in his previous life?

If this courtyard was not Queen Qi's, then why did Queen Qi know about this place and send someone to give her poisoned wine?

Could it be that Gu Changjin told her?

In her previous life, Rong Shu had guessed that Gu Changjin would hate her and blame her, but she never thought he would kill her.

Just because he has never been the kind of person who cares about human life.

Rong Shu believed that she had not committed an unforgivable crime. If Gu Changjin didn't like her, he should not and would not kill her.

Therefore, the cup of poisonous wine in the previous life should have been made by Queen Qi.

Did Gu Changjin know that Queen Qi wanted to kill her?

Also, why was this Qiu Shan Villa later changed to Four Seasons Garden? People like Gu Changjin are not like those who would bother to rename a courtyard.

Four o'clock, four o'clock.

Rong Shu muttered silently, something seemed to flash through her mind quickly, but she couldn't catch it.

While she was thinking, a slight sound of the door opening interrupted her thoughts.

The car door opened.

Rong Shu glanced sideways.

"It's me." Gu Changjin bent over and came in, whispering: "Hengping, go back to Minglu Courtyard."

His complexion was much worse than before, and there seemed to be a trace of dark blood on the corner of his lips. Look at the color, it seemed that It's my heart that's been hurt.

Rong Shu's eyes lingered on the corner of his lips and said: "Master Gu, are you... injured?"

Gu Changjin shook his head and said: "It's a small injury. I just learned a few moves with others."

Who needs to be like this when sparring with someone ? secret?

What kind of things need to be carried out in her name without letting others know?

Rong Shu had many questions, but she knew that even if she asked, Gu Changjin might not be able to answer them.

Furthermore, considering the relationship between the two of them in name only, asking these questions is over the top. Since she and Gu Changjin had reconciled, there would be no need to kill her when Queen Qi took over Gu Changjin in the future.

Rong Shu lowered his eyes, took out a handkerchief from his waist, pointed to the left side of the corner of his lips, and said to Gu Changjin: "Sir, just wipe this place. When we return to Minglu Courtyard, I will go to the medicine store to give it to you." "Please pick up some medicine. Don't worry, sir, the west wing is where I live. I will pick up some medicine and put it there without causing any suspicion."

Gu Changjin thanked him quietly, took the handkerchief, and put it against his lips. The moment, the faint fragrance of plum blossoms lingers on the tip of the mouth and nose.

He paused suddenly, feeling that he had smelled such a fragrance before.

The only thing accompanying this fragrance is not the veil in my hand, but something softer than the veil.

The man's eyes deepened, he put down his hand and held the handkerchief tightly in his hand.

When Rong Shu saw him holding the veil, he only touched his lower lip before putting it down, thinking that he thought the veil was unclean.

"This is a newly made handkerchief in the house. I just took it out of the fumigation cage today. You can use it without any worries. There is no need to return it to me. There are many such handkerchiefs in the embroidery room."

Gu Changjin raised his Adam's apple slightly and looked at her. Moist lips passed over her, and she made a soft "hmm" sound.

The way back was smoother than when we came, and we arrived back at Mingluyuan in less than an hour.

Rong Shu slightly pulled his hair on his temples in the car until a few strands of hair fell on his cheeks, then he lifted up his skirt and got out of the car.

Gu Changjin didn't understand why she pulled her hair at first, but he didn't realize it until he heard she told Mr. Shen that she slipped on the mountain.

She wanted to go to the medicine store to get medicine openly.

Sure enough, after a while, she was seen carrying a medicine box and going to the west wing with him.

"I picked out a bottle of each of the patent medicines in the medicine library. Can you see if there are any symptoms?"

The injuries on his body are indeed not serious. Gu Changjin is used to injuries. Usually, such injuries can be cured in a few days. good.

But she put on a special show to deliver medicine to him, and he was unwilling to reject her offer.

There were about a dozen jasper bottles in the small box. Gu Changjin looked down at it for a moment, then picked up a small palm-sized bottle and said, "This pill can relieve internal injuries. This bottle is enough."

After that, he turned over. Open a cup, pour water, and serve it in front of Rong Shu.

Seeing that he had taken the medicine, Rong Shu didn't want to stay any longer, so she stood up and said, "Master, please take a rest."

After saying that, she was about to go to the door, but after taking two steps, she stopped and looked to the side blankly. Several paintings on the wall.

It is a painting of the four seasons, one each for spring, summer, autumn and winter.

[Four o'clock orders, Gu Yunzhi, I want you to miss me in spring, miss me in summer, love me in autumn, and admire me in winter. For the rest of my life, nothing can escape me. ]

At that time, after listening to Hengping's words, this was the vague sentence that flashed through her mind.

But she had never said this to Gu Changjin.

I only told Gu Yunzhi in the dream.

"Is this a painting by Miss Rong?" Gu Changjin's voice came from behind.

Rong Shu turned sideways slightly, nodded and said: "I made a boring painting in Minglu Yuan two months ago. My painting skills are so poor that I made the adults laugh."

She had also painted for him before, and she even hung it on his wall in a creative way . In the study. Every time he sent paintings to his study, his expression was always pale, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or not.

Mostly I'm still not happy about it.

But those are all things in the past, no, it should be said to be her past, not his.

From the moment she told him everything, yesterday's events were like yesterday's death, and Rong Shu would no longer recall her past with Gu Changjin.

This time she didn't stop and went straight out the door.

The moment the door closed, Gu Changjin's eyes raised inch by inch and landed on the painting on the wall.

He had noticed these paintings yesterday. At that time, he only thought they looked familiar, but he couldn't tell where they looked familiar.

It was a very strange feeling, a very familiar intimacy with something that I had never met before.

Even now, he still felt strange.

Because Rong Shu had never painted in Songsiyuan, he had never seen her paintings.

Why do I feel familiar and... like it so much?

When he went to bed at night, Gu Changjin had a strange dream, probably because of these paintings.

It's still the study, it's still him and her.

He was crouching at the desk writing his submission, while she was crouching on the ground and sketching plum branches on the drawing paper.

But her painting is different from ordinary people.

Only plum branches are painted. Under the plum branches, there are three or two little rabbits and deer made of snow.

He finished writing the submission, held tea and watched her painting. After watching for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Why are there no flowers on the branches?"

She was probably so focused on painting that she seemed a little surprised. She raised her eyes from the painting and smiled. She said, "Because there are flowers, this morning I, Yingyue and Yingque went to pick up petals from a small bamboo basket." Only

then did Gu Changjin see a basket of petals placed at her feet.

How can ordinary people use flower petals to paint?

When those petals lose their color, the painting will probably be ruined.

As if seeing through Gu Changjin's thoughts, Rong Shu put down the brush and explained with a smile: "I don't pick up flower petals for painting, just to find a place for these petals."

When she said these words, her eyebrows were curved , there is a kind of contentment and comfort that ordinary people rarely have.

These ideas are also rare for ordinary people.

Who would spend an hour or two painting just to find a place for the fallen red flowers?

Those ladies from big houses picked up flower petals, usually dug some ground to bury the petals, and then wrote a few elegant poems about the death of the flowers.

But she insisted on letting these fallen heroes be included in the painting and openly exposed to the public.

It’s like people in the same world said: Who said that the willows and flowers will be buried deep in the ground? She doesn't.

Gu Changjin lowered his eyes to look at her.

Originally, he just wanted to finish the tea, say a few words to her and then continue burying his head in the papers, but for some reason, when he looked into her eyes, the world suddenly became silent.

The tea in the cup had already cooled down, and he watched quietly as she put the petals on the branches one by one.

At a certain moment, probably because the petals in the basket were running out, and probably because she realized that he had not buried his head in the paperwork, she suddenly raised her head and asked him with a smile: "Do you think your husband looks good?"

The candlelight swayed gently, breaking in her eyes. A handful of light.

"Plop" "Plop" -

Gu Changjin seemed to hear the sound of broken ice hitting the wall again.

With his Adam's apple rolling slightly, he looked into her eyes and said softly: "It looks good."