Mu Yun'an had a high fever. She didn't know what she was dreaming about when she was lying on the bed. She couldn't sleep peacefully, and she didn't know what she was talking about in a daze.
Xiao Chengyi looked very distressed. He sat in front of the bed, twisted the handkerchief and put it on her forehead. He sighed and said, "It's really not easy to worry about."
He thought again of what happened in the eldest princess's mansion today. Everything was directed at his Yan Yan, and she dealt with it very well today.
Apart from......
Thinking of Yan Jingxuan, Xiao Chengyi's heart ached again. He held Mu Yun'an's hand and put it on his cheek, his eyes full of tenderness: "Yan Yan, how should I treat you?"
Should he hold her hand tightly to prevent her from falling in love with Yan Jingxuan, or should he let go of her hand and make her happy?
He doesn't know and doesn't want to think about it.
"Brother Yi, brother Yi."
Mu Yun'an started talking in his sleep again, calling Xiao Chengyi's name non-stop.
Xiao Chengyi hurriedly came over, patted her shoulder gently and said: "I'm here, I'm here, Yan Yan, don't be afraid, I will always be with you."
Mu Yun'an seemed to hear his voice, and tears slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.
Xiao Chengyi brushed away the tears on her face, his eyes filled with distress: "What happened to you, and why don't you tell me?"
The only answer she received was Mu Yun'an's occasional murmurs.
Xiao Chengyi stayed with Mu Yunan all night, and he didn't get up and leave until it was almost dawn.
Qingying was waiting outside when she saw him coming out, so she stepped forward and said, "Young Master, I have already heard that Shen Wanyue and the county master left the city and went to Fansheng Temple."
"Fan Sheng Temple?"
Xiao Chengyi was no stranger to this place. The last time he went to see the eminent monk, he was made trouble by a young monk. Moreover, the place was very desolate and not many people knew about it.
Why did Shen Wanyue take Yan Yan there?
Maybe the answer is hidden in Fansheng Temple!
Xiao Chengyi's eyes narrowed and he said coldly: "Go prepare the horse."
...
After burning a stick of incense, Xiao Chengyi came to the Fansheng Temple in the dim light of the morning light. He opened the door of the temple and saw that it was still desolate, but he didn't care so much, so he began to search inside the temple.
He searched the halls one by one, but could not see anyone, until he came to the last one.
The moment the door opened, he felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had been to this place before, but this was just the most ordinary hall. Even the Buddha statues enshrined in the hall were made of clay.
Xiao Chengyi didn't know why he felt like this. He shook his head and was about to leave when he accidentally saw the incense table under the Buddha statue.
And some pictures flashed before his eyes, which seemed to be a man in cassock standing in front of the incense table and caressing a lacquered gold spiritual tablet. This picture was full of sadness, which made his heart feel uncomfortable.
Xiao Chengyi fell into this strange hallucination, and a voice from behind suddenly woke him up: "It's you!"
He woke up and turned around to look at the young monk who had made things difficult for him last time.
Xiao Chengyi collected his thoughts and asked: "Where is your master? Is he willing to see me now?"
The young monk shrugged: "You are late. My master returned to secular life yesterday. He has already left the Fansheng Temple and I don't know where he went."