While Feng Qi was going out to give orders, Bi Qing came in with medicine.
Looking at the bowl of medicine in front of her, although the color was like ordinary soup, Mo Yunling felt nauseated. Maybe she was resisting such an approach in her heart, but there was no way. She picked up the medicine and drank it from the bowl.
I almost vomited it out, but fortunately Biqing was there to serve me.
"Princess, if King Qi finds out, then..." Bi Qing looked at her worriedly, remembering that when she brought the medicine in, King Qi was still asking what it was. Fortunately, she was smart and mixed the medicine in
In the soup, the taste of the soup is used to disguise the taste of the medicine.
Not long after, Feng Qi came in. At this moment, Mo Yunling had already changed her dress and hairpins on Bi Qing's waiter. Today, she was wearing a light pink dress and her hair was combed into a woman's bun. She was originally going to disguise herself as a man.
, but Bi Qing just gave her such a bun, and she felt helpless.
"Today is very good!" Feng Qi looked straight at the bun on Mo Yunling's head.
Mo Yunling sighed in his heart, when had he been so stubborn?
But Feng Qi suddenly thought of something and asked, "Are you still feeling unwell? I saw Biqing bringing you medicine this morning. You felt unwell, why didn't you tell me?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Yunling looked at Bi Qing. At this time, Bi Qing lowered her head, fearing that something strange would happen to Feng Qi. She could only say: "My body is getting weak quickly, so Bi Qing will be sick from time to time."
Prepare some soup for me."
"Today I asked Li Mingquan to prepare some good medicinal materials for you, which will be good for replenishing your body." As he said this, an imperceptible smile flashed across Feng Qi's face.
However, Mo Yunling couldn't care about this at all at the moment, as long as he believed.
At the gate of the palace, a carriage was parked alone, with Zhao Nan in a smart outfit standing next to him. Mo Yunling couldn't help but look at Feng Qi beside him, and said with a smile: "It's rare to see the prince traveling without waiting for others."
Feng Qi tilted his head and looked at her, "Do you like crowds of people?
Mo Yunling shook her head. If there were too many people, the fun would be lost. When she was at the Huayun Palace earlier, she rarely left the palace. Even when her father was on inspection, she considered herself weak.
Due to rejection, the only few times he went out were with Xuanyuan Aotian.
"Bring the carriage here." Feng Qi said to Zhao Nan. Zhao Nan received the order and immediately led the carriage to Mo Yunling and Feng Qi.
Looking at Zhao Nan, this person should be Feng Qi's most trusted guard. Her impression of him was that time he sent her back to Zhuangyin Courtyard. Just that look in her eyes made her feel that this person was calm and unhurried, otherwise
Why can he become Feng Qi’s secret guard commander?
While Mo Yunling was deep in thought, Feng Qi had already taken her hand and walked towards the carriage and helped her get into the carriage.
Sitting in this small carriage, Mo Yunling could only feel his eyes staying on her from time to time, which made her a little at a loss. Maybe she was still not used to his presence. After finally arriving at Dingguo Temple, Mo Yunling
Ling felt a lot more relaxed.
There are two most fascinating places in Moyang City. Bishui is one of them, and the other is Dingguo Temple on the mountain ten miles outside the city.
I got off the carriage and looked at Dingguo Temple not far away. The structure in front of the mountain gate of this mountain temple is several miles away. The stone lions in front of the gate are majestic and domineering, and the three gilded characters directly above it make it more...
The national temple adds a touch of dignity.
In front of the mountain gate, several monks were cleaning fallen leaves. There were rows of peach blossoms planted on the roads on both sides of the mountain temple, but they had almost faded.
Feng Qi took Mo Yunling's hand, and the two of them walked towards the mountain gate. Once informed, the two of them were led in by the monk.
Master Ruhui, who in the world does not know this name? And this name is like a nightmare to Mo Yunling, even if she wants to forget it, it always haunts her.
It was precisely because of his words that she was now at the forefront of the storm. If she had hatred, how could she not have it? She would definitely ask him to find out why he wanted to deceive the people of this world. But if it weren't for this, she would
Will you marry him again? Mo Yunling's eyes couldn't help but fall on Feng Qi.
This time, she would take the initiative to find that person and ask him clearly.
In the end, the two people were led to a small courtyard. Looking at the deserted courtyard, Mo Yunling couldn't help but frowned. Why is there no one taking care of it? Could it be the so-called heart of all things, which is calm and uncontaminated and grows as it pleases?
, God’s will?
"Master, my disciple has come to pay me a visit!" Suddenly Feng Qi knelt on the ground and said toward the closed door.
Mo Yunling looked at Feng Qi in shock. He was actually a disciple of Master Ruhui? How is this possible? Mo Yunling stood aside and looked at him. This world is really small, but he is Yingshi Xianglong, so
It is normal for Master Ruhui to accept him as his disciple.
But at this time, the door suddenly opened, but there was no one at the door. A vicissitudes of voice came from inside, "King Qi is claiming to have killed me, please come in. As for Princess Qi, please wait outside!"
Hearing this, Mo Yunling was stunned, and a chill suddenly appeared in his eyes. How did he know that he was Princess Qi? He probably didn't see himself.
Feng Qi stood up, looked at Mo Yunling and said softly: "You go somewhere else for a walk first, I will come find you later."
Hearing what Feng Qi said, Mo Yunling didn't know what to say. She glanced at him and walked outside. Feng Qi's eyes fell on the house again, and he walked towards the door.
As soon as you enter the Zen room, you will be hit by the fragrant scent of sandalwood. Turn left and enter the inner room. Directly on the left, at the top, a monk is sitting with his eyes lowered. He is wearing a broken cassock, with a gray beard and eyebrows.
The wrinkles on his face were obvious, but his expression was peaceful.
Looking at that man, Feng Qi's expression changed, and then he knelt on the ground again, "Disciple pays homage to master."
"Your Majesty, King Qi, there is no need to be polite. I can't bear to be called my master. Amitabha is so good." Master Ruhui said a Zen saying on his chest.
Feng Qi's expression darkened, he slowly stood up and sat on the cushion beside him.
"What did King Qi ask me for today?" Master Ruhui asked softly.
"I just heard that Master has returned from a long trip and came here to pay a visit." Feng Qi said calmly, and his expression returned to normal.
However, Master Ruhui asked, "Did King Qi come here because of the legend of the flying dragon and the mingling of the phoenix?
Upon hearing this, Feng Qi Junyi's expression changed slightly and he fell silent.
"Since you have already married her, why are you still paranoid? Are you suspecting that her identity is not true? Or are you worried that she is really Jiutianxuanfeng? I remember that you don't believe in fate, but if I tell you, she is really Jiutianxuanfeng.
Phoenix is not your destiny, so what should you do?" Master Ruhui slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were crystal clear, not like those of someone over sixty years old.
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