"Maybe Yin Yue Palace can walk this road with you." Dongliu said softly. He was dressed in black and his face was still rosy in this harsh winter.
Wen Yimo looked at Dongliu in shock, thinking about the meaning of this sentence.
"What the Palace Master means is..."
Dongliu gave a rare smile and said: "Although Yin Yue Palace never interferes in the affairs of the court, its power is not small, and it can be your backing. Furong, do you think this is good?"
Furong looked pale and neither nodded nor shook her head. This was not what she wanted at all.
But she knew that Yinyue Palace had always stayed out of court affairs, and Dongliu was doing this just for her.
But she could no longer dissuade Wen Yimo, and now she could only keep Wen Yimo safe. She nodded and asked, "Is Mr. Wen willing?"
Wen Yimo was naturally happy and said: "This is of course the best. As long as the power of the Su family is disintegrated, Su Waner will be just a tiger without claws."
The two reached an agreement, and before leaving, Furong asked Wen Yimo another question: "If you eradicate the Su family, then... what will she do?"
Wen Yimo was startled, and what flashed in his mind was Su Dai's better face. Only for this moment, Wen Yimo said: "If she wants, she can come back, but even if she doesn't come back, I won't
I will protect her."
Furong sighed: "It's really hard on Su Dai."
After that, Fu Rong gave Wen Yimo some medicine, which could suppress the coldness in Wen Yimo's body.
After walking out of Prince Chun's Mansion, Furong remained gloomy and said, "Looking at his breath just now, the cold air can no longer be cleared away."
Dongliu also agreed and said quietly: "Maybe old man Beixue has a way."
Fu Rong nodded and had no choice but to leave it like this. Now the coldness in Wen Yimo's body could only be suppressed but not eradicated.
"Let's go to Beiquan Mountain. Maybe I haven't been there for a long time." Dongliu said without leaving any trace.
In his heart, Furong always comes first.
Most of the national temples are occupied by monks, but there is also a nunnery, which is dedicated to praying for the nobles in the palace.
Sometimes Su Dai thinks that there are so many intrigues in the palace, even if she prays too much, it will be useless.
The life here was very difficult. In the first day or two, Su Dai still felt a little strange, but every day she was either copying scriptures or chanting scriptures, and Su Dai's heart couldn't sink.
Looking at the monks and nuns in the temple, living like this every day, no wonder Su Waner is a good place for self-cultivation.
Fortunately, Su Dai also brought the piano. Every evening, she would always play a song.
"Miss, the scriptures you copied have been sent to the palace." Ziyou polished the ink and said smoothly.
Su Dai nodded. In order to ensure that she followed the rules every day, Su Waner had someone bring the Buddhist scriptures she had copied to the palace for review on time.
After a period of time, Su Dai no longer regarded this matter as a task. During the days of copying Buddhist scriptures, her state of mind became much calmer.
The bells rang outside. I heard that this was the golden bell inside the Maple Leaf Pavilion, which was also the only pavilion in the Guo Temple.
Su Dai thought of that night again, Wen Yimo's face appeared in her mind again, and the ink on the brush dripped on the rice paper, blurring out a black dot.
Then, she put down her pen and said, "Let's write tomorrow."
Seeing Su Dai's sad expression, Ziyou didn't dare to ask further questions and quickly packed up everything.
The snow outside has stopped, but in the suburbs, it is even colder.
Su Dai rubbed her hands and lost interest, so Ziyou also suggested: "Miss, why don't you sleep for a while, and I will wake you up later during the meal."
"Okay." Su Dai nodded. Seeing that the New Year was coming soon, would she have to spend it alone?
Without thinking much, she took off her coat and fell asleep.
Ziyou heard Su Dai's even breathing and then walked out with peace of mind.
In the evening, a man sneaked in. The man was wearing a yellow cassock. He saw Su Dai lying on the bed and said to himself: "No wonder you can't hear the sound of the piano today. It turns out that
He just fell asleep."
Immediately afterwards, he also saw the guqin on the case.
His eyes lit up and he walked over quickly. Even though his steps were quick, there was no sound of footsteps, which made people doubt that he was a martial arts master.
He brushed his hands over the strings, with a look of surprise on his face, and kept nodding: "This is indeed a good piano, and paired with a beautiful woman, it is a perfect match."
After that, he plucked the strings casually and produced a tune.
Just this sound made Su Dai wake up. She quickly stood up with a vigilant look on her face.
"Who?!" Su Dai looked over and saw a monk standing in front of her guqin. The monk seemed to be over fifty years old. He had a slightly white beard and had the air of an immortal.
In order to avoid suspicion, she never interacted with the monks in the temple. Unexpectedly, an old monk walked into her room now.
"Little girl, you play a very good piano." The monk touched his beard and shook his cassock.
That was the piano that Wen Yimo gave to him, and it was also Wen Yanfu's, so it was naturally good.
Su Dai said with a calm face, "You, a monk, came into my room and what did you want to do?"
"Am I a monk?!" The monk was a little angry, but after a while, he touched his head and said, "Yes, I have been ordained for a long time."
Su Dai got out of bed and put on her coat.
"If you don't go out, I'll call the abbot." Su Dai pointed at the door and said coldly.
"Okay, then I'll leave immediately." The monk said with a smile. He turned around, but in a flash, his sleeve brushed the guqin and rolled it away.
Before Su Dai could react, the monk moved very quickly, and the door opened in response to the wind of the monk's palm, and the monk soon disappeared.
"What a quick Qinggong!" Su Dai exclaimed, quickly put on her shoes and chased after her.
The monk seemed to be waiting for her on purpose. He was on the roof, holding her piano in his hand, looking at her with a playful smile: "Little girl, just give me this piano."
Su Dai gritted her teeth and said angrily: "No!"
She could not have imagined that there was such a monk in this national temple!
"Haha, if you can get it, I will give it back to you."
Before he finished speaking, Su Dai had already jumped onto the roof, reaching out to take the piano back.
But the monk was no longer an energy-saving lamp. When he saw Su Dai's delicate hand stretched out, he quickly stepped back. Su Dai could only miss it.