Walking all the way to the palace where he lived, Mingche did not go to the bedroom, but went straight into the study.
In the study room, there are books everywhere, on the bookshelves, on the table... there are thick tomes everywhere. Most of these tomes have golden covers, and the pages are old and yellowed.
These are all sacred scriptures taken from the sacred mountains and holy cities. In addition to dealing with the normal affairs of the Ming Dynasty these days, Mingche has been reading them, hoping to find some answers about the Nine Palaces Heavenly Kingdom.
There was one thing that he had never understood: why Mingyue was the founder of the temple, and why the power of those believers never belonged to him.
Sitting at the table, Mingche removed the jade bookmark from a thick scripture in front of him and continued reading.
The night is getting darker.
The door opened silently, and a pair of feet wearing short deerskin boots stepped in very lightly. When the Protector of Light saw the person coming, he immediately retreated out of the door.
Then, a jade bowl filled with light soup was gently placed on the corner of the desk.
"...'The so-called godhead is the core of God's spiritual power. After obtaining godhead, a person becomes a god'..." Reading the sentences in the book lightly, Mingche frowned slightly, "The so-called 'godhead' in this book
, what on earth is it?!”
"Drink some soup and then watch!" A female voice came from beside me softly.
"I'm not hungry yet!" Mingche lowered his face. Before his eyes touched the book, he suddenly turned to his side and met Zhuo Ya's gaze. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly stood up from the chair.
"Didn't I say that I don't want you to take care of me? There are priests and..."
Zhuo Ya cut off his words, "You hate me?!"
Mingche was busy denying, "How could it be possible? I didn't mean that..."
"If you don't hate it, then you like it?!" Zhuo Ya then asked.
Mingche said hastily, "I didn't!"
Zhuo Ya sighed, "That said, I still hate it!"
He raised his face and looked at Zhuo Ya with clear eyes. His clear face was full of sincerity, "Actually, I don't hate you, I just... I'm just not sure if the kind of love is like the kind that Sixth Brother has for Mo Li.
like!"
He has never lied, certainly not like Zhuo Ya. After so many things, Zhuo Ya has already become a very important existence in his mind.
However, he doesn't know whether this kind of existence is like that kind of thing, because he never knows what love is!
"I know, now is not the time to ask you this question!" Zhuo Ya pursed her lips and lowered her eyes slightly, "Just, when you have time, for example, when you are tired from reading, can you think about it for a moment?
!”
Looking at her appearance, Ming Qing's heart felt an inexplicable twinge of pain.
"Don't be sad!" He raised his hand to hold her shoulders, "Zhuo Ya, you are actually a very good girl, beautiful and straightforward. I know that many people like you, although I am not sure
I feel for you, but when I see you like this, I really feel bad for you!"
Zhuo Ya raised her eyes in surprise, "What did you say, you feel sorry for me, you feel sorry for me, it's true!"
"Yes!" Mingche nodded sternly and raised his fingers to smooth out her frown, "If I don't like you, it must be because I'm too stupid and it's definitely not your fault. So, no matter how I feel about you,
You all want to be happy!"
Feeling the gentleness of his fingertips, Zhuo Ya smiled and agreed, "Okay!"
Seeing her bright smile, Mingche was stunned for a moment.