Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"That day, I sent flower cakes to Lingxiao Palace, but I heard that kind of sound outside the door."

She paused and met Buddha's gentle and calm gaze.

Buddha's eyelashes trembled, as if he understood what she meant, and smiled slightly, indicating that he understood.

So, she continued: "I originally wanted to leave, but the Emperor of Heaven heard my footsteps and immediately sent someone to catch me."

"You also know what happened next. I hid here with you and avoided the search of the divine servant."

"It's just that the Emperor of Heaven still knew that I was ordered by the Flower God to deliver flower cakes, and he wanted to punish me. I agreed."

"But in the meantime..." She frowned, "Anyway, I don't like the way he looks at me."

The Buddha's action of pouring tea paused slightly, his eyes were empty and bottomless.

She continued to complain: "He stretched out his hand to touch me, but I dodged it, so he was unhappy, and then he punished me to face the wall in Qilian Mountain."

"What else are you talking about? When I think it through, I will send someone to tell him."

She said, looking at him with a straight face.

"So, little master, it's not that I don't have time, it's just that I'm grounded and can't come out, so I can't come to you."

"That disgusting man, the Emperor of Heaven, sent divine attendants to guard outside the Qilian Mountains, forcing me to bow my head. If I didn't obey, he would not let me return to the Heavenly Palace."

"The father-in-law of the land also said that I was challenging the patience of the Emperor of Heaven."

"One day, when the Emperor of Heaven loses his patience, he will tie me up and take me to the Lingxiao Palace, and then——"

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

The pretty beauty fell into silence for a while.

The Buddha still had the same look of neither sadness nor joy. He calmly twirled his beads and raised his eyes to look at her.

The gentle and compassionate Buddha listened to her complaints quietly without saying a word.

The dark and empty gaze passed over her face, and the tea in front of her was refreshing and warm.

"So, you don't want to commit yourself to him?"

He asked slowly, his voice as soft as tea.

The beauty snorted twice and shook her head: "I don't want to."

Buddha's eyebrows were light and he looked at her quietly.

The beauty blinked and then looked at him: "You don't want to persuade me to obey the Emperor of Heaven, do you?"

The Buddha lowered his eyes and said calmly: "If the donor doesn't want it, I won't talk nonsense."

"After all, it is a major marriage matter, and it is human nature for the donor to be unwilling."

"That's good." The beauty was satisfied, lying quietly on the table with her slender fingers.

She said: "But, even if you try to persuade me, I won't listen."

She looked at him with a smile: "The worst that can happen is death. Anyway, you have lived enough while you are still alive, so why not die?"

The Buddha was twisting his beads with gentle eyes.

"Donors don't have to think so extreme. Things won't be that serious."

"What if it's really serious?" She asked him with a wink.

"If he really wants to force me, will you show up to save me?"

The kind and compassionate Buddha has light eyes and clear eyes.

The warm light outside the pavilion fell on his eyes, reflecting beautiful colors, and his beautiful lips were slightly raised. He said lightly: "Buddha saves all living beings. If the donor has anything to ask for, I will do my best to help."

"So, please don't worry, the donor."

".Will you really save me?"

The beauty's beautiful Shuli eyes looked at him without blinking.

The Buddha still looks gentle and calm, with his long eyelashes lowered and his hands clasped together.

"If it really comes to that, I will help."