Chapter 214 Listening
Li Yuan nodded slightly: "Good name."
Seeing that Li Yuan didn't react at all, Shen Xuanxi felt relieved.
She was also worried that Li Yuan would disrupt this peace after knowing her identity.
Shen Xuanxi smiled gently, her voice gentle:
"Then...may I ask your name, sir?"
Li Yuan drinks tea lightly:
"Hillman Li Yuan."
Shen Xuanxi's eyes sparkled: "The name of Young Master may seem simple, but it also contains many profound meanings."
Li Yuan shook his head and chuckled:
"You and I both seek quietness. There is no one else in the bamboo forest, so let's not say those polite words."
Both of them were smiling and had a rare conversation.
Shen Xuanxi is intellectual and elegant, with beautiful charm in every frown and smile. Her figure is graceful and soft, like a blooming peony in the world, with a gentle and dignified temperament.
Li Yuan was tall and slender, wearing a long green robe with a black lining. He could not be described as handsome, but he had a handsome face and easy-going features.
Although his face looked a little weak, with a few strands of long hair scattered on his forehead, he looked a bit unrestrained and free.
After talking for a while, Shen Xuanxi looked at the sky, smiled gently at Li Yuan, bowed, and said goodbye.
After seeing her turn around, Li Yuan slowly closed his eyes and let his mind drift towards the mountain temple on the mountain.
Shen Xuanxi walked slowly, and when he reached the edge of the open space, he stopped slightly.
She turned around and glanced at Li Yuan, who was resting with his eyes closed in the open space.
There was some emotion in my heart.
'He is a very peculiar man.'
In the days that followed, Shen Xuanxi remained the same as usual.
Every few days, they would go up the mountain to worship the gods on behalf of the Shen family.
After worshipping the gods, I would always sneak out and walk into the bamboo path, and take a moment to relax in the open space in the bamboo forest.
Li Yuan was just having nothing to do. He thought the bamboo forest in Liangshan had the best scenery, so he sat there every day and stayed there all day.
Whenever evil spirits invaded the people, Li Yuan would come out of the mountains and kill them in an instant.
A seventh-rank mountain god can be regarded as a dimensionality reduction attack on ordinary demons.
As the turmoil of war turned into a struggle for power, the worshippers at Liangshan became a little more stable.
At least, people won’t be worried every day, fearing that a disaster will happen one day.
Li Yuan would occasionally fulfill the wishes of mortals, making the mortals living at the foot of the mountain revere the mountain god even more.
Liangshan.
Bamboo forest, open space.
The stone table is simple and holds a cup of tea.
On each of the two stone benches, there was a figure sitting quietly.
"The world is full of dirty thoughts, grudges and disputes."
Shen Xuanxi sighed softly, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his autumn-water eyes.
Li Yuan supported his head with his left arm, half leaning against the stone table, looking at the green scenery in the mountains.
"People's hearts are complicated, and they interact with each other based on their own interests."
"As long as you have a clear conscience, don't worry about the dirty things."
The bamboo branches swayed and the leaves shook gently, casting flickering spots of light on the ground, like a golden starry sky, quite beautiful.
Shen Xuanxi smiled gently: "Mr. Li is indeed very clear-minded."
She sighed softly: "It's just, alas..."
Li Yuan smiled, with a somewhat lazy temperament.
"If the tranquility of this place doesn't allow you to express your worries, then I'm afraid you'll have nowhere else to vent them."
He blinked his eyes, somewhat jokingly.
Shen Xuanxi's eyes were gentle and his voice was very pleasant:
"If I were to talk about worldly matters, I'm afraid it would ruin the otherworldly atmosphere of this place."
Li Yuan stood up and stretched lazily.
"What's there to be afraid of? Zhuzi won't tell anyone."
"And I..."
Shen Xuanxi was a little shy, covering her face and laughing softly: "Mr. Li is a man I can trust."
Although they didn't talk much during their many encounters in the bamboo forest, she still had a good impression of Li Yuan.
After thinking about it, Shen Xuanxi felt that what Li Yuan said made sense.
If I were in this bamboo forest that is almost isolated from the world, I wouldn't dare to express my worries.
If I leave this place, I'm afraid... I can only keep everything in my heart.
After pondering for a moment, Shen Xuanxi opened his red lips and began to slowly express some of the worries in his heart.
However, she was careful and measured in her choice of words, and never slandered others even when she was expressing her troubles.
Most of the time, she feels helpless and even sad about the times and her own body as a daughter.
Li Yuan quietly withdrew all his attention and listened attentively.
Occasionally, Li Yuan would speak up, either to enlighten or to comfort.
Bamboo leaves are falling and the breeze is blowing gently.
Everything is in silence.
Time flies, and several months pass by.
It was the coldest time of the year and the New Year was approaching.
The mountains are covered in silver and white gauze.
The snow is thick on the mountain path and the trees are covered with ice.
In the mountain god temple on the main peak of Liangshan, there is still a constant stream of incense.
People come and go, praying for blessings from the gods, hoping that the coming year will be good weather and everything will go well.
Down the mountain, the town.
It was windy and snowy.
Shen Xuanxi was sitting in a carriage, driving slowly through the streets of the town, with a maid beside him and several armored guards following the carriage.
"Miss, it's snowing and windy today, why did you insist on coming here?"
Shen Xuanxi lifted a corner of the car curtain, smiled gently, and said nothing.
"The young masters and young ladies of the major families all said that during the turmoil, the people were suffering and should thank the gods for their protection."
"But in the end, you are the only one who persisted!"
"If you delay for a few days, they will gossip about you secretly, saying that you are disrespectful to the gods and that the Shen family is not sincere... How shameless!"
"I think they just think that there are no male descendants in our Shen family, so they are deliberately bullying you!"
The maid was wrapped in a cotton coat and shivered in the cold wind blowing in from outside. Thinking of something, her face turned red with anger.
Shen Xuanxi smiled helplessly and spoke softly:
"The power struggle in Liang is fierce right now, and the Shen family is under great pressure."
"Those wolf-like guys are all looking for a reason to attack the Shen family."
"When it comes to matters involving gods and heaven, it is best not to let others gossip about it."
"As the only daughter of the Shen family, I must do my best to fulfill my words. I will never let anyone have any complaints about me."
The maid had no choice but to turn her head away angrily.
On the way, I saw an old beggar huddled in the corner of a shack, shivering.
Shen Xuanxi frowned slightly.
"Go to the carriage and get the bed and quilt for the old man."
Shen Xuanxi pointed at the beggar with her slender finger.
The maid leaned out her head and spoke in a clear voice.
"If you have pity on him, just give him some money."
"The quilt is pressed at the back of the carriage and is very difficult to move."
Shen Xuanxi shook his head slightly and tapped the maid's little head.
"You are...stupid."
"In this kind of weather, most shops are closed."
"Instead of giving him money, you might as well give him a bed and a quilt to keep him warm."
"Besides, you can stuff some money inside the quilt."
She had a gentle temperament and her voice carried a hint of joking rebuke.
The maid covered her head, said "oh", and did it obediently.
After a while, the carriage finally arrived at the foot of Liangshan.
Shen Xuanxi got off the carriage, wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, and his body trembled in the cold wind.