Following the footsteps of the leader, King Jin was worried every step he took.
After he had already made up his mind to seek an audience with the abbot, he used the excuse of missing his deceased mother to perform a grand Buddhist ceremony for her late night and light an everlasting lantern to worship her.
The Buddhist ceremony was grand, and neither the Forbidden Army nor the Zhang family could resist such a smoky fuss, which gave Song Huiyue and her party a chance to leave.
If Su Ting, the commander-in-chief of the Third Government Office of the Forbidden Army, comes here and asks him to leave the Daxiangguo Temple with the gold medal of "I am here in person", he will ask if there is nothing else in the world except the Zhang family affairs, not even Buddhist temples.
It must be banned by the Zhang family.
He thought a lot and thought it through very carefully, but he still felt unsure.
Since entering Daxiangguo Temple, he has not seen any traces related to Song Huiyue. He doesn't know whether this is good news or bad news.
The blessed land soon arrived, and the lights in the house were extinguished. King Jin stood at the door, knocked three times, and sincerely asked to see him.
His attitude in asking for an audience was very sincere, and he wanted to fight for the ground with his head.
There was no response from the room.
The breath fell heavily in King Jin's throat, and he breathed out with difficulty. The other people standing beside him were all light and scattered. Only he was as heavy as if there were a thousand kilograms of rocks on his body, unable to move an inch.
Fortunately, after a while, a response came from the room: "Please come in."
King Jin suddenly felt happy. He opened the door and saw a master sitting cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the room. There was no light. The master's face was blurred in the darkness, and only a shiny bald head could be seen.
The master held the big bald head and said: "If the donor is confused, you can come in and meditate."
King Jin hurriedly walked in, and just as Li Changfeng was about to follow, Huang Ting stepped forward and closed the door of the monk's room, and waved his hand, ordering the servants to guard the door.
And he walked out step by step until his ears could no longer hear any sounds coming from inside, then he used himself as a boundary and asked the palace guards to guard his side and not allow anyone to come near.
The palace guards blocked Li Changfeng from outside. Li Changfeng was anxious, but he didn't dare to break in. He could only stand and watch.
In the room, King Jin approached, and after seeing clearly the situation in the room, the heavy aura immediately became chaotic.
A disheveled head popped out from under the bed, dressed in white and stained with blood, squirming and heading straight towards him.
He was so frightened that he almost took off on the spot, backed away suddenly, and hit the door with a bang.
Then he saw clearly that this was a "person", and it was Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue pushed her hair away from her eyes and smiled sheepishly at Prince Jin.
She crawled out from under the bed without any warning, and with such a dignified appearance, she almost scared King Jin to death. King Jin patted his heart, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath after standing firm.
The people watching outside the house obviously heard what was going on in the house. When King Jin retreated to the door, Li Changfeng had already taken a step forward, approached Huang Ting, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"
If anything goes wrong with King Jin, he can always find a way to rush in.
King Jin's steady voice came from inside the house: "My feet are slippery, it's okay."
Li Changfeng stared into the room desperately, trying to find out what was going on, but there was no light in the room. Once the door was closed, he could hear nothing. Although his ears were sensitive, he could not hear anything outside the range circled by Huang Ting.
Arrivals are also limited.
In the room, King Jin watched helplessly as Yin Xiao climbed out following Song Huiyue.
He had prepared a lot of things to say to Zhizhen, but now he couldn't say a word.
Seeing Song Huiyue standing in front of him alive, he was first greatly frightened, and then his insides turned and his eyes were moist.
After a moment, he calmed down his turbulent mind, glared at Song Huiyue, and almost roared with anger.
She didn't know how worried he was and how bad his plans were. His legs were still weak even now.
After glaring at Song Huiyue, King Jin went to glare at Yinxiao again. This time his eyes were blazing with fire. He wanted to roar at Song Huiyue. Roaring at Yinxiao was no longer enough. He wanted to look up to the sky and roar.
The silver sky roared to the horizon.
This wild boy is too courageous. He lets Song Huiyue do whatever she wants. He dares to take Song Huiyue with her when she wants to go to the Zhang family. Does it mean that when Song Huiyue wants to go to the battlefield to kill people, he still has to pass a knife next to her?
It's really annoying and hateful.
Yin Xiao let him stare, neither retreating nor making excuses.
However, now is not the time to settle accounts. King Jin ignored Song Huiyue's look of admitting his mistake, bent down and crossed his hands, and saluted Zhizhen: "My little sister and the nurse are young and shameless, and they disturbed the abbot's meditation. I apologize to you on their behalf."
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The waist was bent deeply, the head and hands were lowered again and again, and they were bowed.
Zhizhen said: "No worries, no disturbance, whatever crime is committed, the donor can do whatever he wants."
After that, he went to meditate by himself, feeling very at ease, as if he was in the deep mountains and forests, with nothing in front of him.
King Jin straightened up, and as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy, his feet were floating, and he was unsteady on his feet.
Anxiety attacks the mind. His breath was unsteady along the way, and when his mind relaxed, he almost fell to the ground.
Song Huiyue quickly stepped forward to help him.
King Jin had a cold face, intending to rebuke her angrily and let her have a good memory.
He now hopes that Song Huiyue is an incompetent person with no ambition, who can just stay in the boudoir and embroider, be a little more cowardly, a little more cowardly, and stick to him wholeheartedly.
This way he doesn't have to suffer so much and worry about gains and losses.
But before his cruelty could show up, he hurriedly went to take a closer look at Song Huiyue's condition.
Song Huiyue was only wearing a mid-shirt, and there was a wound on her hand. It was a very small wound to the touch.
He remembered that Du Lan said that Zhang Xutang had hurt her back with a knife, and quickly turned around to see - he couldn't see clearly in the dark, so he stretched out his hand and touched down along the spine of her back, and sure enough he felt a
A hard lump formed by the coagulation of large pieces of dirty blood.
His scolding disappeared. He looked around and saw that there were no tables or chairs, so he asked Song Huiyue to sit on the floor. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around her. Then he motioned to Yin Xiao not to stand and waited for Yin Xiao to squat next to Song Huiyue.
, he went to light the lamp again.
As soon as the lights were turned on, the shadows of several people shakily projected onto the ground and walls, but did not spread to the window paper.
King Jin took out his handkerchief and wiped Song Huiyue's face and hands like a piece of tofu. He then lifted up his cloak and looked at the injury on her back.
Fortunately, the injury is not serious, but the weather is getting hotter and hotter, so it must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise suppuration will occur.
There was no tea in the room, so he could only make do with it by peeling off the clothes and the adhesive joints of the wounds, and at the same time said softly: "Does it hurt too much? Are there any injuries?"
Song Huiyue shook her head and smiled: "It doesn't hurt. There are only these places. Why are you here?"
The King of Jin did not mention his anxiety and panic, and only said: "Du Lan sent me a letter. The Great Xiangguo Temple is now surrounded like an iron barrel, and the imperial army is outside the door. If I don't come, you will probably be here.
New Year."
Song Huiyue's stomach rumbled very loudly. She smiled and said, "Doesn't that mean that I have to be vegetarian for more than half a year?"