When I went to Nangong Jingran to get the medicine, he was leaning against the tree and taking a rest with his eyes closed. He had a volume of books in his hand. The afternoon sun reflected on his face like a relegated immortal through the shadow of the tree. A light sandalwood fragrance came into my nose in the wind

I want to go quietly to the stone table under the tree and sit down until he wakes up to talk to him, but as soon as I sit down, he suddenly opens his eyes with great vigilance.

"princess?" He looked at me on the stone bench.

"well, yes,"...