Kang Anan chose a long wooden table next to the window, spread the rice paper, and personally studied the ink, then opened the scriptures and copied them carefully.

She learned to read from Feng Qikang since she entered Feng Mansion and wrote good writing.

I don’t know how long I had written it, but suddenly I felt someone standing beside me. Kang An’an’s hand shook unexpectedly. The brush fell off from his palm, and it was about to stain the whole page of rice paper, and it was caught by a slender hand.

Kang Anan looked at the person who came and patted his chest. He found that the man's eyes were fixed on the small words she wrote, so he stretched out his arms to cover the beautiful page, "Uncle, my words are ugly, don't read them."

"Let's write! You haven't heard of it. You should copy the scriptures overnight. It must not be cut off. If it is cut off, it will not work!" Feng Junran handed her the brush and said seriously, with a serious expression, not like a joke.

"What?" Kang Anan looked at dozens of scriptures that had been copied, and cried with a sad face, "What should I do? All my previous efforts have been wasted!" He howled reluctantly for a while, then pointed his finger at Feng Junran, "It's all your fault. If you hadn't disturbed me, maybe I'd have finished copying the first half of the article now."

As he complained, he called out a small fist and hit Feng Junran's chest with a pounding pain and itchy. Feng Junran smiled softly.

He held Kang An'an's hands and frowned, "The hands are so cold, I'll write them later!"

"I don't!" Kang An'an got a child's temper, pouted, and sang annoyed to Feng Junran, "I won't!"

"Silly girl, I'm lying to you. Master Xinyuan told you, sincerity will make you feel good, right?" Feng Junran sighed, saw Kang Anan nodding, and then a pack of oil paper came out of her arms. It opened it, wrapped with a few pieces of pastries and a few buns of buns. Just smelling the smell made her stomach growl.

"Eat it, I will copy the rest for you!" Feng Junran said, handing the oil paper to Kang An'an, took the brush, and then continued to write the place she had just written.

Kang Anan picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth to chew it carefully. The pastry should be a famous Xicheng tribute spot in Xiangzhou City. It tastes comparable to the imperial palace. It melts at the mouth and leaves fragrance. My uncle said just now that he has something to do. He should have bought these foods! He must have seen that she didn't eat much in the vegetarian hall, and was afraid that she would be hungry, so he went to buy it himself.

Thinking of this, Kang An felt his nose sore and raised his eyes to the man who was concentrating on writing.

Her white clothes are graceful, her eyebrows are picturesque, her upright posture, her elegant style when she writes, and her focused expression make Kang Anan want to see the more she looks, and the more she looks, the more she can't take her eyes away.

Feng Junran wrote very quickly, and the fonts were much better than those she wrote. Soon, one or two, were covered on the original paper.

Kang Anan was moved and couldn't help but hold up a piece of pastry and hand it to his lips like a child offering treasure, "Uncle, you eat it."

Feng Junran was concentrating on writing, but was suddenly interrupted by this sudden sound. He had no other emotions except for being slightly stunned.

This shock seemed to be covered with other meanings in Kang An'an's eyes. She suddenly remembered that he had a vicious habit and did not like to eat, so she smiled embarrassedly and wanted to take back the pastry.

Unexpectedly, Feng Junran lowered her head very quickly. Before Kang Anan stopped, she took her hand and bit a corner, and her smile was as clear as water. "No wonder you like eating it very much, it is indeed delicious."

In this way, Feng Junran took Kang Anan's hand and ate the whole piece of pastry, and even licked her fingers inadvertently, causing her to feel numb. After judging Kang Anan's strangeness, her clear eyes were filled with smiles, as if they had been blended into crystal gems, and the stunning face that made her look brighter and more charming.

Kang An'an's shy face flew over a touch of red cloud. When she saw a little bit of residue on Feng Junran's mouth, she took out silk and stood on tiptoe to wipe it.

At this time, the two men were like fairies, with men farming and women weaving, and they had the artistic conception of only envying mandarin ducks but not immortals.

"Young Master Ran, Abbot Mingyou is looking for you!" The arrival of Master Xinyuan broke the deep affection of this room.

"Okay, I understand." Feng Junran put down his brush and looked at Kang An'an and said, "It's cold, be careful of your hands being frozen. You go back to your room and stay there. There is not much left in the first article. I will copy it after I finish my work. Kang'er will definitely receive your wishes."

"Okay, uncle, go and do your business." Kang An'an agreed. After Feng Junran left, he did not return to the room as he said. Instead, he continued to write along his words, and this writing was until the evening.

During this period, Mrs. Feng and Madam Mei came once. Mrs. Feng originally wanted to see what Kang Anan did, but when she saw her concentrating on copying scriptures, she couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, and left without disturbing her.

The light in the Zen room became dizzy, and Kang An'an copied it and finally completed two articles with Feng Junran, copying them to Feng Qikang and Jiangxi Yue respectively.

She put down her brush and stretched her body. She felt a rare peace. She had always felt guilty about the deaths of these two people. Feng Qikang treated her very well during her lifetime, but she didn't love him. And Yue, Jiangxi, hadn't pointed out that she had put down Mafei San, wouldn't have forced her to a dead end. Therefore, after doing the salvation for them, her heart was completely let go.

Kang Anan walked out of the meditation room with a smile on his lips. She did not meet Master Xinyuan, but went out of the Sutra Pavilion alone, and based on her intuition, she went in the direction she thought was correct.

In fact, Kang Anan's sense of direction has always been extremely poor, and her lostness is not divided into regions or boundaries.

As we walked, we felt more and more desolate, and Kang Anan realized something was wrong.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and Kang An'an still couldn't find the way he came, so he couldn't help but start to get anxious.

At this moment, I suddenly saw a young monk holding a lantern, turning a corner with his food box and swaying past him. Kang Anan called him, and the young monk seemed to have not heard it and kept walking forward.

Kang Anan hurriedly followed and shouted a few more times, but the little monk still didn't respond at all.

Kang An was puzzled. Seeing the monk taking out the key, opening the door of a small yard, walking in, and then closing the door.

Kang Anan followed him and pushed the door, and found that the little monk did not lock it from behind. I guess no one would come here.

Kang An'an quietly walked in, scanned the entire courtyard, and saw no room.

Did the little monk disappear out of thin air?

Just as he was puzzled, he heard a sound of sound like a metal hitting sound from the ground. Kang An'an squatted down in horror and found a hidden place to hide. His eyes stared at the source of the sound without blinking. Gradually, the sound stopped, and a wooden board on the ground was lifted, and then a head was poked out, which was the little monk's head.

The monk was holding a lantern and food box, and got out of the hole, and then covered it with a wooden board. When doing these, the monk's head was almost against the ground, and he groped with his hands. He searched for a long time before finding the wooden board.

I didn't notice it just now. Now seeing the clumsy look of the monk, thinking that he had just opened the door and had been exploring this way for a long time. Kang Anan decided that the monk's eyes should not be very easy to use.

The little monk covered the wooden board and looked for the stone next to him to press it on, then clapped his hands and turned around and left.

When Kang Anan saw the young monk leaving, he hurriedly supported the ground, but accidentally twisted his feet. In just a while, the young monk had already reached the door.

Kang Anan didn't care about the pain in his feet, and rushed over and shouted in a louder voice, "Little Master!".

Unexpectedly, the little monk turned the door closed and locked it, turning it a blind eye to Kang An'an's shouts.

Only then did Kang Anan realize that not only did the little monk's eyes not only were hesitant, but he probably couldn't hear them either.

Now, she was finished. She was locked in such a remote place. She should not be called "The Sky" and "The Earth" if she is lucky, someone will save her tonight. If she is lucky, she will have to wait until tomorrow night when the monk appears again.

Kang Anan moved to the wooden door and pushed hard, responding to the sound of her iron lock hitting the wood.

"Is anyone? Help!" She cried a few more times, but no one answered.

Kang Anan decided to preserve his energy, but this is easy to say and too difficult to do, especially on the long winter nights.

As night came, the temperature gradually dropped. At first, Kang Anan felt a little cold. She tried to stand up and move, and found that her feet were hurting so much. So she dragged one leg and sat down at a high place. After sitting for a long time, even the breath she exhaled was cold.

She rubbed her hands and thought that the hole the little monk entered just now would be much better than that outside. If she stayed outside all night, she might be frozen to death.

Thinking about it like this, Kang Anan walked over, moved the stones away, and opened the wooden boards.

Suddenly I saw a wooden ladder poking from the entrance of the cave to the ground.

Kang Anan carefully moved down the wooden ladder. She moved very slowly. One reason was that she had injuries on her feet, and the other reason was that she didn't know what was locked in the hole.

After finally touching the ground, Kang An comforted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

The hole was dug very deeply, and it was as cold as she thought it was isolated from the cold and warm. Several oil lamps led along the path to the invisible end.

Kang Anan didn't dare to walk in. The purpose of entering the hole was to keep warm, so she chose a place next to the entrance of the hole and sat down, leaning on the wooden ladder, feeling sleepy.

"Haha..." A low laugh suddenly came from the end of the cave. The indescribable laughter was also clear and pleasant. The seductive person wanted to see who had such a laugh, and his appearance should be so beautiful.

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Thank you Die'er for a monthly ticket, a review ticket from qq496efe6c2f0019, and to make Hanhan love me a little more, I would like to give you a brief update. I don't know how many relatives will see it. Besides, if you want motivation, it will be pretentious. I will try my best to write a good article, at least I am worthy of your relatives from the beginning to the present.

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