Jing Chen also slowly turned around and looked at Xiao Qihan.
He nodded slightly and said, "His Royal Highness."
Xiao Qihan said in a deep voice: "Why is my crown prince's concubine in the residence of the Imperial Preceptor? Please give me an explanation."
Although he was speaking to Jing Chen, his eyes never left Bai Liruo.
His voice of suppressed anger was like he was frantically suppressing the crazy beast in his heart.
In Bai Liruo's opinion, this look was a bit cute.
At this moment, all the monks who followed Xiao Qihan were held in Feiyunqi's hands, and they did not dare to move their bodies at all.
Before Jing Chen could speak, Bai Liruo spoke first.
"I was assassinated in the temple. Thanks to the National Preceptor for rescuing me." She said slowly, "Because I suffered some injuries, the National Preceptor acted hurriedly and brought me here for treatment."
Because she was still very weak, she spoke with a hint of weakness.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Xiao Qihan, "Ayuan..."
When Xiao Qihan heard that she was injured and spoke so weakly, how could he care about anything else.
He took three steps at a time and immediately stepped forward, took off his cloak, put it directly on her body and wrapped her up, and then he held her in his arms domineeringly.
The familiar smell also made Bai Liruo relax a lot. She leaned in his arms and rubbed into him again.
As if aware of her closeness, he held her hand tighter.
He picked up Bai Liruo and strode straight out of the monastery. When he passed by Jing Chen, his eyes swept over him coldly.
Jing Chen didn't look at him and just said: "Your Highness, please be kind."
Xiao Qihan did not respond and just sneered.
Holding Li Ruo in his arms, he strode away from here.
As soon as Xiao Qihan left, Feiyunqi behind him also left.
But the inkstone was left behind.
Yan Hong cupped her hands and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Imperial Master, please forgive me, this matter is related to the reputation of my princess. This matter must not be known to others."
Jing Chen looked at him and said coldly: "Wanling Temple here will not tolerate you killing innocent people indiscriminately."
Yan Hong: "If the Imperial Preceptor can protect them for a while, how can he protect them for the rest of his life? I think the Imperial Preceptor should also understand that not everyone can have legitimate reasons to live.
You are not only the abbot of Wanling Temple, you are also the Master of the State." Yan Hong said: "The reputation of you and the Crown Princess must not be affected."
After saying this, Yan Hong raised the knife and dropped it!
Several monks who followed were immediately stunned!
Blood was scattered all over the entrance to the courtyard.
"Don't worry, Sir National Master, His Highness will send someone to clean up the temple."
Before Yan Hong could finish her words, she was immediately knocked away by a powerful force of energy!
He fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.
He raised his head in surprise and looked at Jing Chen who was still standing in front of him.
Jing Chen's eyes, which had always seemed to have compassion for the world, were just cold at the moment.
"I'm afraid you have also forgotten that I am the national master." He said coldly: "If you kill people in my place, have you ever thought about the consequences."
Yanhong didn't expect that the master's martial arts skills were so high, let alone that he would take action.
After being shocked, he immediately recovered.
He said in a deep voice: "No matter who you are, I only know that whatever my Highness wants to do, he will do it. No one in this world can stop him!"
"If your Majesty the Imperial Preceptor wants to plead guilty, you should first consider the benefits to you if this matter becomes serious."
After he finished speaking, when he saw that Jing Chen didn't speak, he immediately turned around and flew away from the place, using Qinggong to catch up with him.