Back in the underground palace, Lan Shengxue saw that in a room at the end of the corridor, the radiance of night pearls was still shining. She pursed her lips and shook her head, as if she was extremely helpless. She walked over and took a look. Qingliu Feng was standing in front of the window.
Standing quietly, not knowing what to think.
Qixian glanced at Lan Shengxue and pulled her back to her room.
"Master, what are you doing?"
"What is this Qing Liufeng doing with his somber look all day?" Qixian had no idea that Qing Liufeng was staying here because of Mu Ziqing's affairs.
Lan Shengxue shrugged, "Master, you also listen to gossip."
"Seriously!" Qixian wanted to glare at Lan Shengxue, but she couldn't stare at her baby-like face. How could she say that she had accepted a disciple who looked like a ghost?
"I'm trapped by love. Master, you're already so old, so don't try too hard to discuss this issue with me. That's not good." Lan Shengxue blinked lightly.
Qixian's old face turned red, "Trapped by love? Alas... you young people, you just have nothing to do and talk about love all day long."
Lan Shengxue looked Qixian up and down. Judging from her current appearance, Qixian must have looked pretty good when she was young. "Master, who is your husband?"
Qixian froze and immediately fell silent.
Lan Shengxue knew that the question was at the crux of the matter. Looking at Qixian, she looked like she was unwilling to answer. She simply laughed and said, "Master, I'm just joking. Don't take it seriously."
If she had known earlier, she would not have asked. This would definitely have made Master sad.
"Shengxue." Lan Shengxue was about to leave when Qixian suddenly stopped her. Her eyes were deep and her face was serious. This was the first time she had seen Qixian look so serious in such a long time.
Lan Shengxue suppressed her smile and asked seriously, "Master, what's the matter?"
"Alas..." Qixian sighed and pulled Lan Shengxue to sit down, with a kind smile on her face. She looked at the person in front of her carefully.
Lan Shengxue was a little unaccustomed to it. Qixian was usually very strict, but she pretended to be strict and took very good care of her daily life.
The way she spoke so earnestly and thoughtfully today made her feel that Qixian seemed to be a different person.
Perhaps, this is the true appearance of Qixian. Sometimes she is sad, sometimes she sighs, and there is always an aura of sadness lingering in her body.
"Master, if you have anything to do, just tell me and I will listen carefully."
"Shengxue." After a pause, Qixian smiled softly, "Do you know, I used to have a son..."
Lan Shengxue nodded, "I know, you mentioned it before."
"Every time I look at you, I think of him. I am usually alone. More than ten years have passed, and I have persisted in being alone. In the past, when I was alone, there were villagers in Lingwu Village who would
I think of my son, but I will try to restrain myself.
Until I saw you coming, full of vigor and youthfulness, I couldn't help but think of my son.
After all, after so many years, if I were still alive, I would be as old as you." Longing like a tide, gathered in Qixian's body and mind, and tortured her beyond measure for more than ten years.
There are three hardships in the world: punting a boat, blacksmithing, and selling tofu.
But those who have never experienced it never know that separation from loved ones and the inability to get together is also painful.