Shen Manyun was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the death anniversary of the late emperor was indeed coming soon.
Mu Ci left the palace to pay homage to the late emperor, so the emperor left the palace because the queen mother wanted to pay homage to the late emperor?
"You mean the emperor is jealous?" Shen Manyun looked at An Rong in disbelief.
She never believed that the emperor was sincerely interested in Mu Ci.
"My sister didn't say anything. How can ordinary people like us guess the emperor's thoughts?" An Rong's smile slowly widened: "Maybe De Concubine is close to the emperor and can guess a thing or two."
"Don't mention that charming girl, she is not a good person. She is on par with Mu Ci." When Zhao Ling was mentioned, Shen Manyun could not hide his disdain.
"Okay, why are you angry again? My dear sister, you still lack a little concentration. In the harem, if you don't have enough concentration, you will be the one who suffers in the end." An Rong's voice was gentle and had the power to soothe people's hearts.
Shen Manyun's restless heart seemed to be soothed by An Rong in an instant.
"I'm just complaining in front of you. I have a sense of control outside and don't dare to talk nonsense." Shen Manyun said, patting the back of An Rong's hand: "Fortunately, you always remind me, otherwise I would have It’s going to cause trouble.”
"Hello, sister, it's good for me. I will have someone to rely on in the palace from now on." An Rong responded with a gentle smile...
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Mu Ci traveled all day and finally arrived in front of Dingshan Temple when it was dark.
The night was dark, looking at the cold temple gate, Mu Ci remembered that the last time he came here was a year ago.
A lot has happened this year. She is no longer the same Mu Ci, so what's the point of coming here?
"Empress?" Sizhu called out softly when he saw Mu Ci standing still.
Mu Ciqiang cheered up: "Let's enter the temple."
Soon a young novice monk came to open the door. The moment he saw Mu Ci, he immediately recognized him: "Empress?"
"What a coincidence, it's you." Seeing that it was the same young novice who opened the door, Mu Ci finally had a smile in his eyes.
The little novice monk blushed and said, "My queen, please come in."
Mu Ci took three palace attendants into the temple. Seeing that they were all women, the young novice wanted to say that the temple did not accept female guests, but the female benefactor had a distinguished status, so an exception could be made.
"I'd like to ask you, little master, to arrange two rooms for the four of us, master and servant." Mu Ci said to the little novice monk who was peeking at her.
The young novice agreed and went to arrange a place to stay.
The abbot received the news that Mu Ci had come to Dingshan Temple, and he came specially to see him.
"Abbott, there is no need to be too polite. The Ai family came to Dingshan Temple to worship Buddha and will return to the palace in a few days." Mu Ci spared the abbot's courtesy.
"Your Majesty, please give me any instructions. I'll take my leave." The abbot left.
Sizhu saw that the wing room was simple and was worried that Mu Ci wouldn't be used to it: "It's so simple and simple, I feel wronged."
"What are you talking about? You can't lie in this quiet place of Buddhism." Mu Ci said, put on his clothes and stepped out of the threshold.
As soon as I went out, I heard the whistling mountain wind, bringing with it the fragrance of osmanthus. I vaguely remember that when I entered Dingshan Temple last year, I also smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus for the first time.
It's just that things have changed and she can no longer go back.
"It's windy in the mountains and the weather is getting colder. Your Majesty, please take good care of yourself." Sizhu came out and helped Mu Ci put on a coat.
Mu Ci smiled back at her: "It's very peaceful here." It's a good place for meditation.
When I came here, all my worries seemed to disappear.
"Indeed, it seems that we are the only ones in the whole temple." Sizhu said with emotion.
This place is completely different from the hustle and bustle of the palace. Your Majesty must really like Dingshan Temple, right?
"Your Majesty, let's eat the vegetarian food first. I'm hungry." Ningxiang drooled as she looked at the vegetarian food and couldn't help but make suggestions.
"Yes, food is the most important thing for the people, so it is important to eat fast food first." Mu Ci said and led several palace people to sit down.
Ningxiang ate with relish: "I didn't expect vegetarian food to be so delicious."
"You have something to eat but you can't stop your mouth?" Jirou glanced at Ningxiang coldly.
"It's just so delicious that I couldn't help but say one more thing. I won't say any more, let's eat." Ningxiang sneered, not daring to say anything more.
Mu Ci chewed it carefully and sighed: "It tastes really good."
When she came last year, the late emperor passed away. Later, she also had vegetarian food, but she couldn't taste anything.
No wonder the late emperor often came to Dingshan Temple, perhaps because the vegetarian food here tasted pretty good.
After finishing the fast meal, Mu Ci left the room and planned to go to the temple for a walk to eat.
I was worried about sending soft and fragrant fragrance, and followed closely, not far nor close.
At night, the temple was dark. Sizhu held an oil lamp in his hand to light up Mu Ci's way forward.
Mu Ci walked forward based on her memory only. When she smelled the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance getting stronger and stronger, she knew that this was the right path.
She stood still and stopped moving forward.
"Your Majesty, why don't you go back first? It won't be too late to come back tomorrow." Sizhu suggested.
It was a gloomy place with no one around, and she was afraid of encountering any danger.
Ningxiang and Jirou just protect the empress, but she is still worried. If someone really wants to kill the empress, she will become a burden to the empress.
It's pitch dark here, so it's safer to go back to the wing.
"That's all, let's go back." Mu Ci suddenly lost interest in shopping any more.
At this moment, Jirou suddenly shouted loudly: "Ningxiang, protect your empress!"
The next moment, a dozen men in black suddenly appeared and attacked Mu Ci's vitals with swords.
Sizhu and Ningxiang protected Mu Ci and retreated, but they were still outnumbered. Jirou gradually became weak under the siege of several men in black, and Ningxiang was even more strenuous. She had to protect Mu Ci and guard against a sneak attack.
Seeing a man in black stabbing Mu Ci in the chest with a sword, Ningxiang was heartbroken and wanted to rush forward to save him, but she couldn't escape.
Just when Mu Ci thought she could not escape, Sizhu stood in front of her and took the sword.
The sword pierced Sizhu's left shoulder, and she shouted loudly: "Empress, run!"
Mu Ci had no choice but to run towards Xinglin.
It was pitch dark there, and she panicked and rushed forward. She knew that Ningxiang and Jirou could only temporarily hold back the man in black. If she wanted to survive, she had to find a place to hide.
Unfortunately, her speed was not fast enough, and soon the man in black chased her, and without saying a word, he stabbed her with his sword.
In this current situation, it is certainly impossible for another Sizhu to block the sword for her.
She felt a strong wind stabbing her, and thought that she would have to deal with it today. However, at the critical moment, a black figure suddenly flew over and blocked the fatal sword.
Because it was night, there were no lights in the apricot forest, so Mu Ci couldn't see the picture clearly. He could only hear the roar of the wind, accompanied by the whistling of swords.
Just for a moment, the fighting stopped, the evening breeze blew by, and she smelled the strong smell of blood.
She stood still and vaguely looked at a black figure in front of her. She tried to call out: "Benefactor, are you okay?"
