General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500: Warm at Night (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Bai Xihe and Little Yunzi left the meditation room. The courtyard was square, and the door was locked. It was as cramped as another cage.

“I’m going for a walk.” Bai Xihe said.

“This…” Little Yunzi looked around. He knew that his master was depressed, so he went to get a lantern and accompanied Bai Xihe out of the courtyard.

The temple was located at the top of the mountain. The mountain wind blew wantonly at night, causing Bai Xihe’s black hair and clothes to flutter.

As it was late at night, Bai Xihe was not wearing palace clothes or any complicated hairstyle. She only used a white jade hairpin to hold it.

Little Yunzi was a eunuch and had lost his manhood. Even so, he still felt that his master was really beautiful. She was like a celestial being in a painting, a spell in the mountains, and a goddess who had fallen to the mortal world.

However, for a woman with no one to rely on, beauty was sometimes not a

good thing.

The lively temple in the day was empty and lonely.

Bai Xihe strolled along the long limestone path and unknowingly arrived at the back door of the temple.

She looked at the closed wooden door and did not move for a long time.

Little Yunzi hurriedly advised, “Master, this is all we can do. You can’t go out…

There are imperial guards outside. If anyone finds out, then…”

“I know.”

Bai Xihe said blankly.

She turned around and walked towards the stone table and stone stool in the open space. She casually found a seat and sat down.

Little Yunzi shivered from the mountain wind. He looked at Bai Xihe, who was wearing thin clothes, and said, “Master, the wind is strong. Let’s sit for a while and go back. You’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t want to go back yet,” Bai Xihe said.

“Then… Achoo!” Little Yunzi turned around and sneezed.

He hurriedly said, “I’ll bring you a shirt!”

Bai Xihe nodded calmly.

She wasn’t actually cold.

Or rather, she couldn’t feel the cold.

How could this wind be as cold as her heart?

Little Yunzi left the lantern and walked towards the meditation room in the dark.

Bai Xihe was dressed in white and sat alone in the night, like a fairy who had been thrown into the River of Forgetfulness.