Realizing that Sang Ning was looking at him, Jingchen recognized that this was the queen he had chosen to bury on the day he had chosen.
This wasn't the first time the two met, but at that time Sang Ning had faked his death and didn't know what was happening outside.
But now people are living in front of him. Although Jingchen has doubts in his heart, he doesn't show any expression on his face: "Amitabha."
Seeing Jingchen greeting him, Sang Ning pushed He Lanyin away, walked straight to him, and said with a smile: "Master, what do you call me?"
When she encounters something good-looking, she can't help but want to see more.
He Lanyin gritted his teeth in anger and was filled with jealousy. However, seeing that the other party was a monk, Sang Ning had no chance even if he thought about it, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The poor monk, whose name is Jingchen, is a disciple of Master Ci'en."
After a pause, Jingchen continued: "The female benefactor is the sister of an old friend of Xiaosengyi? You two look quite similar."
"Old friend? Are you referring to my brother?"
Sang Ning looked confused and turned back to try to find Sang Qi, but found that he had been left behind.
"That's Mr. Zhaoning now." Jingchen clasped his hands together and smiled freely, as if he were a enlightened saint bathing in the light of the Buddha.
As Sanning got closer, he felt as if his soul had been sublimated, and his desire to die was no longer so strong.
Strangely, the pain in my body was also relieved.
"It turns out that the master and Mr. Zhaoning are old acquaintances. I wonder what kind of relationship they had?"
Regarding Sang Qi, He Lanyin subconsciously wanted to ask clearly.
So Jingchen told everything about how he contracted an illness while traveling and almost died, but was saved by Sang Qi.
After hearing this, everyone was filled with emotion that Sang Qi still had such a Bodhisattva heart.
"My brother has a kind heart, unlike some people who just know how to kill."
Sang Ning couldn't help but praise Sang Qi, and he also didn't forget to ridicule He Lanyin.
"Haha, what a wonderful story."
He Lanyin could only pretend not to understand and laughed awkwardly.
How could she reveal her shortcomings in this important place of Buddhism?
Helan Yin was quite helpless. Even if it was him he was talking about, he couldn't admit it at this time.
Several masters are here, including the Buddha. Who do you think I am?
Seeing He Lanyin's bad expression, Sang Ning took the initiative to show her kindness and nestled against his chest: "But some people are righteous men, and some killings are inevitable. It's understandable."
"Sangsang, you can understand me, I am so happy."
Helan Yin immediately smiled, and the previous gloom was swept away, and he hugged Sang Ning tightly.
"Amitabha."
All the monks said in unison.
Immediately, Helan Yin pulled Sang Ning into the temple with them.
"Your Majesty, please come with me and choose a good and auspicious day for you and your empress to get married."
In front of the main hall, Master Cien whispered to He Lanyin.
The host Yi Nian was too old and had already gone to rest with the help of the young monk.
Today, it was Master Ci En who was doing fortune-telling for He Lanyin and Sang Ning.
...
"Master, please."
He Lanyin followed him and made a gesture of invitation.
Sang Ning felt dizzy looking at the many Buddha statues inside, and subconsciously said, "You can go in and figure it out yourself. I'm a little bored, so I just went to look around."
"Sang Sang, this is just a date for us. How about you not being here?"
He Lanyin looked reluctant and held her hand not wanting to let her go.
But Jingchen came to the rescue and said: "Your Majesty is worrying too much. You only need to know the birth date. With the achievements of my teacher, it will be the same even if the empress is not around."
Helan Yin understood after hearing this, and said to Su Xiaoman worriedly: "Luzhi may lose something by himself, so just go with us."
"Here." Su Xiaoman nodded immediately and stood next to Sang Ning.
Seeing the handsome man dressed as a man in front of him, and the green-eyed Jingchen, Sang Ning felt happy.
It's hard not to be happy when you have two handsome guys by your side.
Although there were many imperial guards responsible for security, He Lanyin felt more at ease when there were more people to take care of some minor details.
After arranging everything, He Lanyin followed Ci En into the main hall to do divination.
Jingchen led the way for Sang Ning and others, and they walked into a side hall with many twists and turns.
Standing outside the door, Sang Ning saw the spiritual tablet next to the Buddha statue at a glance.
What is written above is his own name! ——The spiritual position of Queen Da Jingsang.
It seems that He Lanyin set this up for himself after he faked his death?
Seeing Sang Ning looking inside, Jingchen hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. This temple did not know that your Majesty is still alive, so we have not removed the memorial tablet."
"Later, the young monk will give instructions to go down and remove the spiritual throne."
Listening to Jingchen's explanation, Sang Ning didn't blame her. She was a person who suffered from many illnesses and wanted to die.
Where is the taboo on these things?
The reason why she went to look out of curiosity was because incense was still burning in the incense burner in front of the case where the tomb was found.
Next to the incense burner, there were countless pieces of her favorite candied haws.
Some of them may have been left for a long time, and the hawthorns on them have turned black, and the sugar has even turned into water.
"On weekdays, do you keep making incense and buying candied haws for worship?"
Sanning asked as he walked in.
Jingchen thought for a while and said truthfully: "General Feng comes to worship every day, so naturally he also puts the candied haws."
"..." Sanning.
Little puppy, I cry to death!
Sang Ning was touched in her heart. Thinking of everything she had with him, her eyes became blurry with tears for a moment.
Feng Queyi used amnesia medicine on him, and he forgot everything except his favorite candied haws.
Watching Sang Ning slowly walk to the coffin, he reached out to touch the candied haws with trembling shoulders.
Jingchen, Su Xiaoman and Luzhi all knew what was going on and did not follow him, but stood waiting outside the hall.
In the distance, Feng Qiuhua went crazy looking for Feng Runsheng's shadow.
But she couldn't see anywhere, which made her anxious to death.
She has not forgotten the advice given by Sang Qi. If this stupid brother does something messy, I'm afraid the entire Feng family will be ruined.
"Run Sheng! Where are you?"
Feng Qiuhua continued to look around sweating profusely.
Little did he know that Feng Runsheng had already arrived at the side hall without knowing it.
Looking at Su Xiaoman, Luzhi and Jingchen standing in front of the door, Feng Runsheng ignored them.
His eyes finally fixed on the red dress in front of the spiritual throne in the palace.
That was the figure that appeared in his mind every day, and he was very sure that it was her.
sky! Has she finally shown up?
Feng Runsheng was in a daze, his heart was beating wildly, and his blood was circulating rapidly and he was almost suffocating.
It was this beautiful shadow that guided him to come here every day to offer incense and a few bunches of candied haws.
His mind would be at peace, otherwise he would not be able to sleep at night.
Today, he can know who she is.
The mystery that troubles his beloved is about to be revealed.
Looking at Feng Runsheng at this moment, he knew that all the green branches and Su Xiaoman were just watching quietly, and no one wanted to stop him.
Perhaps they were also infected by this rare emotion.
As for purifying the dust, close your eyes slightly and recite silently: "Amitabha."
After Feng Runsheng walked into the hall, Luzhi winked at Su Xiaoman. Su Xiaoman instinctively didn't want to care.
After all, she was the emperor's servant in name only. It would be too much if she didn't report the news at this moment, but she was helping to conceal it.
But thinking of Sang Ning's life-saving grace, she had no choice but to give in.
Su Xiaoman and Lu Zhi worked together to close the heavy palace door, and the palace suddenly fell into darkness.
Only the light of the candlelight illuminated the beautiful couple.
Sanning noticed the closing of the palace door behind him, turned around slightly, and saw the man who had been thinking about it day and night.
Feng Runsheng!
