MTL - The Strong Beauty is a Goddess in Showbiz

In the winter of this year, the priest's temple was no longer as deserted as in previous years.

 The fresh and hot food brought by the general dispelled the loneliness.

The tallow priest tried every means to stop him at first. He even couldn't sleep well because of the worry and his hair was about to fall out. However, the general still visited the priest temple every now and then.

 Until one time, the temple priest received him in the depth of snowy winter.

 I don’t know what the temple priest told him, but the tallow priest has never stopped the general since then.

He only said: "It's because I haven't practiced enough. The priest is right. I still need to concentrate on practicing."

 Si Jin: “?”

 He raised his eyebrows and watched the tallow priest saying goodbye to him, and then calmly stepped into the side hall of the priest's temple.

 Since then, no one in the temple dared to stop the general.

The atmosphere of late winter is getting stronger and stronger, and the strong wind is sweeping, carrying the flying snow all over the sky, whistling.

When Si Jin stepped into the courtyard of the side hall, he happened to see the temple priest standing on the steps under the eaves, looking up at the morning snow.

 “Why do you suddenly want to watch the snow?”

 The temple priest shook his head: "This snow has lasted longer than last year."

 The long heavy snow spans the capital and extends to the distant frontier of the lost country. What this foreshadows, the temple priest did not say.

 “Yeah, it’s snowing in the border area too.”

Sijin answered her lazily.

Even after returning to the capital, matters on the northwest frontier are still in the hands of the general. The army he brought back was just the same army he took away from the capital.

 “Do you like the snow, Lord Priest?”

The temple priest stared at him quietly and did not answer, but the general already knew the answer from her calm and lowered eyebrows.

The compassionate and indifferent temple priest is aloof, but he can't even have his own preferences.

 —“I guess you like it.”

The general's eyes were locked on her face. After he finished speaking these words, he kept observing the micro-expression on the face of the temple priest.

 Her brows were slightly loosened, but it was fleeting.

Seeing this, the general's lips curled up: "The snow in the capital is too petty. If I have a chance, I will definitely take you to see the snow in the border areas. The ground is vast and covered with snow."

 The temple priest spoke softly: "I just heard you describe it."

The general raised his eyebrows: "You can imagine the snow scene through my description. What about the sea? Have you seen it?"

"ocean?"

 The temple priest whispered this word softly, with a clear doubt in his eyebrows.

She has never seen the sea, only the gurgling small streams, but compared with the vast sea, these are too small.

“Even if you can imagine it, you can’t imagine the touch.”

The general seduced her step by step, trying to arouse her curiosity about the world, "Master Priest, you should go see the beautiful mountains and rivers outside, feel it, and touch it."

 The temple priest’s ethereal and calm eyes fell on him.

Those eyes were obviously so close to him, but the general felt that he was not reflected in her eyes. They were so ethereal and illusory, as if all this was just his illusion.

  —He didn’t want to see such a look.

 “What do you want to eat next time?”

Sijin changed the subject.

"General." The temple priest said in a calm voice, "Why are you wasting your time on me? You don't belong here."

 She was the only one trapped in the Priest Temple.

The person in front of me belongs to the vast grassland, where even the wind passing by is so warm. Unlike the priest's temple, there is only endless coldness and loneliness.

Si Jin’s eyes narrowed: “Do you think I’m wasting my time?”

 The temple priest watched him quietly without saying a word.

 “I don’t think it’s my choice.”

Si Jin stared at her and spoke clearly every word.

 The temple priest sighed: "Maybe I shouldn't have been the one who saved you back then."

After the words fell, she turned around silently.

The general suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. Looking at her cold face, with no extra emotion in his eyes, he sneered suddenly: "So, does the temple priest regret it?"

Without waiting for the temple priest to answer him, the general spoke with a slightly fierce tone: "It's useless for you to regret it. I was the one who bumped into you in the first place. You can't help me if you don't save me!"

His chest rose and fell, and the suppressed emotions in his heart were hard to contain after the temple priest's confession.

ˆ “.”

"For you, your destiny is complicated and has countless branches." The temple priest spoke slowly after a moment of silence, "But for me, there is only one straight path."

 A river of fate that has already been determined and cannot be changed.

"so what."

Si Jin’s grip on her wrist gradually relaxed.

 “This means that no matter how much you try to change me, it won’t work.”

 After saying these words, the temple priest stepped into the bedroom of the side hall and closed the door with an indifferent expression.

Outside the door, Si Jin's fists clenched subconsciously.

 As spring approaches, temple priests need to arrive at the altar to perform sacrificial rituals, and all princes and ministers must be present.

 For this reason, Sijin went directly to the king and expressed that he was worried about the king's safety and was responsible for the security of the sacrificial ceremony.

—The king's several heirs fought for power more and more fiercely and openly. The king could not suppress them at all, and sometimes he was threatened by several of his sons in turn.

Of course, the king was overjoyed and moved by Si Jin's proposal: "The general is indeed an important minister of the country. I was right!"

Si Jin twitched his lips in disdain, and immediately ordered his troops to station near the altar after leaving the palace.

 After that, he came to the largest restaurant in the capital.

This restaurant is Xi Yan's most secretive property and the center for his intelligence collection. Si Jin walked directly to the door of a wing, opened the door and walked in.

 He would propose to be responsible for guarding the altar, naturally it was not a whim.

Xi Yan stood by the window and happened to take down the secret letter tied to a carrier pigeon when Si Jin came in.

 After releasing the homing pigeon, he waved to Si Jin: "Come on, let's see what my brainless brothers want to do again."

Si Jin lost interest and walked aside to sit down.

Xi Yan got used to it, so he opened the secret letter and read it.

After a long time, he frowned and sighed: "You really have no brains."

"how."

“Lao Wu, I was so desperate by Lao San and Lao Six that I actually wanted to take action during the sacrificial ceremony.”

"." Si Jin was silent for a moment, and a glint of violence flashed in his eyes, "He is looking for death."

Xi Yan nodded in agreement: "He is indeed looking for death. He doesn't want to think about the altar as a place where there are many soldiers. In addition, the princes and ministers are all here. What's the difference between looking for death?"

 “Their life and death have nothing to do with me.”

Si Jin’s tone was very impatient.