It was the first time that I felt that Murong Shun was so helpless, and I didn’t know how to persuade him, so I just hugged each other tightly.
"My mother was killed by my father. She was stabbed alive one hundred and three times. The blood stained the ground red."
Murong Shun's voice was choked with sobs, as if he was recalling the painful past, "Don't look, I don't want you to see me crying, just hold me tightly like this, okay?"
Qin Wan'er nodded, what time has it been? She really loves face more than anything else, "Okay, don't look at me and just hold me tightly like this. If you feel miserable, just tell me, I will listen."
"It's okay. I've been here for so many years and nothing will happen to me."
Murong Shun's hands were entangled in Qin Wan'er's hair, and he asked about the faint fragrance of green grass, which revealed the natural atmosphere, and felt very soothing. "Today is the memorial day of my mother. I want to go to Ningze Temple to pay homage to my mother's favorite place during her lifetime."
That’s where we worship the Buddha.”
"Okay, I'll go with you." Qin Wan'er nodded, nodded and thought of the poor little eunuch outside, and couldn't help but persuade her: "Since the emperor feels comfortable, I see that the little eunuch is quite pitiful, so why not spare him?"
"Haha" Murong Shun chuckled softly, "Wan'er still has such a compassionate nature. As long as she lives in this palace, she must not have this kind of compassion."
Qin Wan'er still wanted to distinguish something, but Murong Shun saw what Qin Wan'er was thinking at a glance. He waved his hand slightly and said: "That's all, I know what you are going to say. If you just spare him, it will save you so much trouble."
"Thank you, Your Majesty" Qin Wan'er was happy and happy
The two changed into casual clothes again, and quietly slipped out of the palace with a group of imperial guards. A blue-gray carriage slowly drove out from the Xihua Gate without attracting anyone's attention.
After walking through the busy city, we went to Ningze Temple on the outskirts of the city. It happened to be a market day, and the surrounding area was still very lively.
"Wan'er, hold my hand and be careful." The guards were on guard around the area. The crowd was crowded, but they were still crowded.
When Murong Shun and Qin Waner arrived at the gate of the temple, there were only a few guards waiting for them. Qin Waner was a little anxious and said: "Your Majesty, we'd better go back. There are too many people here. If something happens, what should we do?"
"Don't worry, under the emperor's feet, those thieves don't have the courage." Murong Shun didn't care, waved his hand, and took Qin Wan'er's hand into the temple to worship.
The incense in this temple was extremely strong. Murong Shun knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, kowtowed, and whispered to a monk. Qin Wan'er went to the side to ask for fortune-telling, and the two of them had a good time.
"This hexagram of the female benefactor, Lao Na is not sure about it. Judging from the look on the female benefactor's face, she is not from this world. Why she came to this world? It must have been arranged in advance, and everything is just a matter of fate."
The one-year-old monk chanted the name of the Buddha and saluted.
"Wan'er, I heard Mr. Cao say last time that you came from another world. What's going on?"
Murong Shun sat next to Qin Wan'er with a smile on his face. Seeing the astonished posture of the beauty in his arms, he couldn't help but understand.
"Forget it, if you don't tell me, I won't force it. Thinking about it, we have met many times in dreams. That place is the so-called other world. Sure enough, our fate has been destined for some time."