Shen Yufeng's body tensed up uncontrollably, turning into an iron plate.
Lu Ling's hand pinched his waist, feeling like it was pinched on a stone.
The pounding of the heart beat like gongs and drums in Lu Ling's ears.
He was... nervous!
Lu Ling quietly raised his face, opened his eyes, and looked at Shen Yufeng.
Eyes facing each other.
Through those slightly cold, dark eyes, Lu Ling could see her own reflection in his eyes.
Shen Yufeng found that Lu Ling had woken up and was about to put her back on the ground.
"Your Majesty!"
Lu Ling grabbed his waist harder, and she even felt the flesh on Shen Yufeng's waist shrink suddenly.
"Can you... take me back to my carriage? I... don't feel well..."
The voice was soft and delicate, as thin as a mosquito's moan, as if a newborn kitten had scratched the palm of a person's hand with its pink nails.
Shen Yufeng quickly looked away from Lu Ling's eyes.
"Where is your carriage?" The voice was dry and low, and Lu Ling saw his Adam's apple rolling quietly.
Lu Ling was overjoyed and whispered: "Go back a hundred steps and harness the white horse with the green sedan curtain."
She had expected him to refuse.
Shen Yufeng didn't say anything anymore, but he had already taken steps.
The guards turned around one after another, urging the crowd to move to both sides.
People watched King Zhao walking back with a woman in his arms, and they were both curious and shocked. They didn't know who the woman was, and she actually attracted King Zhao's attention in this way!
Those women with evil intentions smashed the handkerchiefs in their hands, and their jealousy made them look disgusting.
Among the crowd, there was a face that Lu Ling was familiar with, and he happened to see this scene.
She was so shocked that she covered her lips with her hands and could not speak...
Shen Yufeng carried Lu Ling for a hundred steps and saw the sedan that Lu Ling pointed to.
He quickened his pace and walked forward. When the coachman saw this, he was so shocked that he froze in place and could not move.
A guard hurriedly came forward, took down the stool, and opened the carriage curtain.
Shen Yufeng hugged Lu Ling and easily got into the carriage.
But seeing thick blankets and comfortable soft pillows inside, Shen Yufeng bent down and carefully put Lu Ling up.
He wanted to straighten up, but felt that the hand on his waist seemed unwilling to let go.
"We're here," he whispered.
Lu Ling then slowly opened his eyes.
Due to physical discomfort, her eyes were not as firm as what Shen Yufeng had seen before. Coupled with the strange rosy color of her cheeks, she looked as if she was drunk at this time, hazy and tipsy.
Shen Yufeng couldn't move his eyes away.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving me over and over again." Lu Ling reluctantly pulled his hand back from Shen Yufeng's waist.
Shen Yufeng hummed and said nothing.
He turned around and got off the carriage, and as he walked towards Guiyuan Temple, Lu Ling's beautiful eyes kept popping up in his mind.
There was a strange tingling sensation on the waist where her hands had grasped it, and where her face had been on the chest.
It's a pity that this feeling is like a circle of ripples caused by a pebble in the heart, which continues to spread around the body, becomes weaker and weaker, and finally calms down.
King Zhao went to the gate of Guiyuan Temple to symbolically ask for blessings. He was led into the temple by the abbot, and the people resumed their formation.
Qi Sisi, Mrs. Lu and others had just lined up at the entrance of the temple and did not see what happened to Lu Ling and King Zhao.
They asked for the fortune and went back to the carriage happily.
The moment the curtain was opened, Lu Ling opened his eyes.
Qi Sisi helped Mrs. Lu get into the carriage and said mysteriously: "Lu Ling, guess who we just saw?"
Lu Ling: "..." She shook her head pretending to be confused.
Qi Sisi looked excited and said, "It's King Zhao! We just saw his true face. He's so handsome!"
Mrs. Lu smiled and said: "We commoners are really lucky to be able to see the true face of King Zhao in our previous life."
Lu Ling stretched out his hand and asked Mrs. Lu to put the blessing sign on her wrist, and responded, "Mother is right."
But he said in his heart: In addition to the yin bone on his body, King Zhao also has... he is destined to be with him. He has saved himself three times, so it is not surprising.
A few people here were chatting and laughing and had just left. On the other side, Shen Yufeng was led by the abbot of Guiyuan Temple to inspect the temple.
When he arrived at the main hall, he asked his subordinates to bring incense and money to donate. The abbot said: "Although our temple is simple, it will shine with the help of the prince. If the prince does not dislike it, there is a quiet bamboo forest behind the temple. I don't know. Your Majesty, would you like to take a look at it?"
Shen Yufeng was in a good mood and said, "Yes."
So he followed him to the backyard with only one eunuch.
Following the abbot, we walked into the bamboo forest. It was full of greenery everywhere, and it was really quiet and elegant.
The bamboo leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and the sun cast mottled light and shadow through the gaps in the bamboo leaves.
The sound of clear springs flowing faintly could be heard in the bamboo forest, adding to the tranquility.
On the path among the bamboo forests, fallen leaves cover a soft carpet, and every step feels like stepping on the clouds. Occasionally there are a few birds chirping, like the elves in the bamboo forest whispering.
The abbot led Shen Yufeng to a pavilion under the bamboo forest and sat down. The abbot said politely: "There is nothing good in our temple. We just have a bowl of light tea. Please don't dislike it."
Shen Yufeng shook his head lightly and said, "No."
As he finished speaking, he saw a woman in white walking down the path.
He held a tea tray in his hand, and the smoke of tea and water on the tray was refreshing.
The woman walked closer and put the tea on the stone table. Then he clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "Please invite the distinguished guests to drink tea with the abbot."
Shen Yufeng couldn't help but look up, and saw the snow-skinned appearance of the woman in white, as beautiful as a pear blossom, and her eyes were like autumn water, with a touch of beauty.
Her face is like a white jade carving, exquisite and perfect, as if she is a fairy in the moon palace, with graceful posture, as if she is a willow in the spring breeze, light and elegant.
Shen Yufeng couldn't help but narrow his eyes, raised his tea and took a sip, and asked: "How can there be women in the pure land of Buddhism?"
The woman in white caught Shen Yufeng's eyes, and her face instantly showed shyness.
The abbot hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, I don't know. This female guest has been doing good deeds in our temple in recent days."
Shen Yufeng nodded lightly and never looked at the woman in white again.
Seeing this, the woman opened her mouth and said, "My little girl's common name is Zhu Siyu. Because my mother firmly believes in Buddhism, my little girl often comes here to do volunteer work. When necessary, she eats fast with the masters and chants Buddha's name to help the family accumulate merit."
Shen Yufeng's movement of eating tea stopped for a moment, and he couldn't help but look up again at the woman who called herself Zhu Siyu.
Zhu Siyu was looked at by Shen Yufeng, and the blush on her face became even more embarrassing. She bit her lip and turned away slightly.
Shen Yufeng couldn't help but chuckle, and then continued drinking tea with the abbot and chatting about Buddhism.
Two-quarters of an hour later, Shen Yufeng returned to the main hall from the bamboo forest. In a blink of an eye, he saw another white figure kneeling on the futon, clasping his hands and closing his eyes, mumbling something.
Shen Yufeng couldn't help but frown.
Zhu Siyu felt Shen Yufeng's gaze, opened her eyes and looked over.
She stood up, the joy in her eyes uncontrollable: "Sir, we meet again."
Shen Yufeng gave a faint hum and walked out of the hall.
