The two were watching the water lilies and carp side by side. A witch came running with her skirt and said that a guest was visiting Yuan Qingsu.

"Guest? I have friends in Kyoto?" Yuan Kiyosu asked with a funny look.

"It's Genji's man," said the witch.

"No." Yuan Qingsu didn't want to say anything, "Just say, I fed the fish in the pond, my leg broke and I want to recover from the injury."

The witch tilted her head and said "Ah".

She was only fourteen years old. After hearing Yuan Qingsu's words, her eyes were big, her mouth was wide open, and she felt innocent and charming.

"Just say that, please trouble you."

"Oh." The witch's mouth turned into an "O" shape again.

She turned around and wanted to leave, and Shen Lin Yuzi called her: "Wait a minute."

The witch turned her head, her eyes shining brightly, and she stared at Shen Lin Yuzi with admiration.

"For another reason, you said: The Lord of Kyoto asked him to prepare for preaching at home and could not see guests."

"Okay~" the witch nodded without thinking.

After the witch left, Yuan Qingsu said to Shen Lin Yuzi:

"If I came to see me yesterday, I would still meet you. I will come when I am sure that I have nothing to do with Shinto today. I think it's pretty good."

After Shen Lin Yuzigang finished five words with him, he just smiled slightly, with an indifferent attitude.

In the water corridor in the distance, the witch just ran past with her red skirt.

After a while, she ran back with the hem of her skirt.

After she disappeared into the shade of the trees for a while, she entered the pavilion from behind them.

"Sir Kiyosu," she gasped, "Genji people said, come and visit again after you preach. If you have time, please visit Uji."

"Thank you," said Yuan Qingsu.

The little witch shook her head, swallowed her saliva with great difficulty, and continued to say, "Fujiwara and Saga are here, they are all here to find Lord Kiyosu."

"Sign up with the reason I just now, and no matter who it is, I will use this reason. Thank you for your hard work."

The little witch shook her head again and ran out of the pavilion with her skirt.

When she ran past the corridor this time, she met an older witch and was scolded.

Yuan Qingsu and Shen Lin Yuzi looked at their reflection in the water. They were in the same red and white witch suit and were about the same height. If one of them had not lowered his head, he would have thought that the two sisters were talking.

After being trained, the little witch dared not run away and could only use it.

After a while, the older witch appeared in the pavilion and came to find Shen Lin Yuzi.

"Master God Witch, can you please give us some advice?" The older witch asked at the age of twenty.

Shen Lin Yuzi didn't say anything. She rarely spoke, but just nodded a little coldly. She stood up, and her laziness just now disappeared in an instant.

Yuan Qingsu also followed.

The bow temple in the temple is hidden by green trees.

The witches with white robes and red treasures stood up under the guidance of Shenlin Yuzi, bowed, took arrows, pulled bows, completed, bowed, and reset.

Yuan Qingsu also took a bow.

When he pulled the bow, he obviously felt that his strength had increased a lot. I wonder if it was the influence of the dragon body.

"Mr. Yuan's bow-pull posture is so standard. Did you learn from Master Shenwu?" Several resting little witches surrounded him curiously.

"No." Yuan Qingsu let go of the bowstring and picked up another arrow, "Sixteen Nights taught me a little."

"It's Lord Sixteen Nights!"

"In the past, Lord Sixteen Nights took us to practice morning, but unfortunately, he seldom got with us when he entered the palace."

In the eyes of the witches of the Pean Temple, Jigong Shiliuye has a high prestige, even higher than the witch.

In the early morning of August 3, Yuan Qingsu just woke up from practice and heard a knock on the door.

At this time, the morning mist in the divine garden had not dissipated, as if a newborn soul was wandering.

The rising sunlight poured from the tall trees to the open space in front of the corridor, and there were columns of light everywhere.

He opened the door in confusion, thinking that another noble family sent someone to visit.

"Mr. Qingsu." The one knocked on the door was a girl wearing a quintessence and looked like a lady from a good family background.

"Are you?" Yuan Qingsu asked.

"It was Lord Sixteen Nights sent me here." The palace maid replied.

"Is there anything?" Yuan Qingsu's expression became more kind.

"This morning in the 16th night, I picked flowers in the Imperial Courtyard. I think this crape myrtle flower is the best. Let me send it to you, Lord Qingsu."

"Crabic myrtle flower?"

The palace maid took out a red flower branch from her wide sleeves. The flowers were graceful, bright in color, and with dew.

Yuan Qingsu took it and looked carefully. The figure of "Yu Neiting full of flowers blooming, Ji Gong Shiliu Ye was wearing a kimono, folded off the crape myrtle flower, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it's figure.

In an instant, he felt that what he received was not a flower, but a letter from a girl, which contained the girl's charming feelings.

"Scary." He couldn't help but murmur.

A trace of doubt flashed in the palace maid's eyes.

"Thank you for me, Shiliu Ye." Yuan Qingsu raised her head and said to her.

The palace maid nodded gently and said in a gentle Kyoto dialect: "Master Yuan, Master Shiliu Ye asked me to tell you: Don't go to Huajie, just look at the flowers more."

"Tell her, I understand."

Whether it was a flower or these jealous words made Yuan Qingsu feel terrible because they made his heart full of warmth and his chest throbbed.

The palace maid returned to the palace, and Ji Gong Shiliu Ye was trimming the flower branches picked in the morning and inserted them into the bottle one by one.

"What did he say?" she asked while cutting flowers.

"Master Yuan said: He knows." The palace maid answered respectfully.

"Received the flowers," Jigu Shijiriya inserted the flowers into the bottle, "What did he react?"

The palace maid thought for a while and said, "Mr. Yuan said to himself."

She paused for a moment and spit out the two words: "Scary."

Ji Gong Shiliuye smiled slightly and sorted out the branches in front of him: "Go down."

"Yes, your Majesty."

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Yuan Qingsu put the crape myrtle flowers in a vase, which was originally a work by the witches practicing flower paths.

After breakfast, he went to find Shenlin Yuzi, and the two made an appointment to visit the bookstore together.

Shenlin Yuzi also finished her breakfast.

For a long time, the two of them had almost the same schedule, including morning exercises, meals, class, after class, dinner, practice, and sleeping, except for bathing, the source of the source of the vernacular is shorter and she is longer.

Even if it is on holiday now, the two are still in the same mood during morning exercises and meals.

They walked out of the Heian Shrine, passed through the huge red torii, and first went to the nearby Shiya Bookstore.

As a result, it turned out that it was all modern books, which was meaningless.

After asking the person, I found out that I had to go to some used bookstores to buy ancient books.

Following the man's instructions, the two went to Chien Temple. It is said that in autumn, the annual ancient festival will be held here.

At that time, there will be a temple full of green pine trees, and there will be book stalls everywhere, with ancient books, old books, old records, and old painting collections.

The pine needles fall from the tree and may be sandwiched into a book and taken back by the book buyer.

"It's not the time to come, I can only go shopping at each store." Yuan Qingsu sighed.

"It's great." Shen Lin Yuzi said, "After the ancient festival, the books that can be sold are a small part of them. We go to the store to find them all, and we can read them all."

"It makes sense. I am worthy of being Miss Shen Lin. I am smart and think of things that ordinary people cannot imagine."

"I am smart, but you, now you are not as good as you are today."

"No matter how much praise you have, you can't express your beauty. It's okay to have a good level of my level."

"This sentence is sloppy."

"I always feel that your attitude towards praise has changed a little recently."

"Nothing is forever." Shen Lin Yuzi said a very philosophical sentence.

"My love for you, my persistence in mantras, and my love for books are forever." Yuan Qingsu said proudly.

The two of them came to the vicinity of Chien Temple and entered a bookstore called "Yoshioka", which was full of old books.
To be continued...