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Chapter 828 Welcome to the wedding (5)

"Mistress-to-be, let me help you change your clothes."

Inside the gauze curtain, Fang Yu said to Wan Yan.

Wanyan looked around, this was the first night she consciously spent in Tianxuan Palace.

She was seriously injured and unconscious last night, and she didn't know how she came to Wugou Temple.

Only today did Wanyan realize that her bed was so close to Jing Shijialan's, only a dozen or so steps away.

Through the gauze curtain, Wanyan could see a hazy figure.

But at this time, the flickering candlelight inside the curtain completely recorded Wanyan's figure on the gauze curtain.

"No need." Wanyan directly put on her clothes and went to bed.

Fang Yu didn't say much and asked more questions, and went to fetch the lampstands one after another with a smile.

Wanyan suddenly asked:
"You and Yun Gu are mother and daughter, right?"

Fang Yu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly said: "Your Majesty has good eyesight, we are indeed mother and son."

Fang Yu wanted to ask Wanyan how she figured it out, but in the end no matter how curious she was, Wanyan said to herself:
"You and your mother really look alike.

It's a good thing to be born like my mother, especially if my mother is still a beauty. "

Fang Yu knew that Wanyan was not talking about their mother and daughter, but was missing her own mother.

Just as she was about to explain a few sentences, she heard Wanyan ask again:
"Have you been in Tianxuan Palace for a long time?"

Fang Yu said: "If you go back to your mother, my mother is the dowry girl of the [-]th World Honored Empress, and she came from Chunyu Mansion with the First Honored Empress."

It turned out to be from Chunyu Mansion...

Wanyan thought of her sister, brother-in-law, and her little nephew whose whereabouts were unknown, and her heart sank a little, but looking at Fangyu's eyes, the coldness subsided a little.

"So, both of you, mother and daughter, are people Jing Shajialan can trust?"

"Thanks to His Majesty's trust, our mother and daughter are able to serve Your Majesty." Fang Yu did not deny it, but her smile was bitter.

"Actually, after the previous reverence came back, His Majesty's position in the temple is in jeopardy.

Niang Niang, please forgive the servant girl for making a big deal out of it, now the only servants my lord can really use and dare to use are my mother and me.

That's why Your Majesty asked us to serve you.

There are also many servants sent to you at the Renqing Temple, but they are all blocked by the Lord from the Wugou Temple. "

Fang Yu hugged the three lampstands, her hands were already trembling slightly, but she still stood still.

Seeing that Wanyan didn't answer, Fangyu hesitated again and again, but still fell to his knees with a "plop", broke the boat and said:
"Your Majesty, the servant girl shouldn't talk too much, but the servant girl really wants to say: Your Majesty, you can live without any worries in the Temple of Wugou.

Your Majesty knows that this will be your home sooner or later, so everything has been arranged well, and all conspiracy and dangers have been blocked from the gate of the palace.

Those who can enter the Temple of Wugou must be trusted by the Supreme Being, so they dare to put it by your side.

Your Majesty has worked so hard, and I hope your mother will learn from you! "

Fang Yu knelt on the ground, lowered her head, the outline of the shadow on the ground trembled slightly.

The world says that Shahua is the most conceited, narrow-minded, and moody existence in the world.

She was very afraid, afraid that if she said a wrong word, Wanyan would kill her in the next second.

But even if she was afraid, Fang Yu still wanted to say it.

For the whole day, they, the servants, were suffocated by the air pressure between Jing Shijialan and Wanyan.

She couldn't imagine what kind of pain His Majesty must be in.

He, obviously looking forward to her coming so much, has waited hard for more than ten years.

What waited was to torture each other.

Even the hatred, ruthlessness and indifference between Jing Shijialan and Wanyan are all pretended to be seen by Renqing Temple.

However, Wanyan will not be hurt by these dramas, because she doesn't care whether Jing Shijialan's ruthlessness towards her is true or not.

But Jing Shijialan, he will really be hurt by Wanyan's words and attitudes, which are colder than knives and hurt people.

At the end of the day, even Fang Yu couldn't stand it anymore. Knowing that she was a soft-spoken person, she would rather face the risk of being killed and speak up for her true god.

However, to Fang Yu's surprise, Wanyan was not furious, but said coldly:
"But, he is the biggest conspiracy and danger in this temple."

After finishing speaking, Wanyan couldn't help but say, "Go out, I'm tired."

Fang Yu didn't dare to say more, she bowed to Wan Yan, then turned and left.

After the lights left, there was only the bright moon like gauze, white gauze like moon, entangled into a prison, trapped all the desolation and loneliness in it, without any trace of popularity.

Wanyan hugged the quilt, but she didn't feel the slightest warmth, and the stone pillow under the back of her head felt like a torture tool when she put it on.

After being swallowed up by Ye Ye's last trace of sleepiness, Wanyan simply turned over and leaned against the bed, her eyes staring blankly, as if she was carrying everything and confronting the world.

At that moment, Wanyan removed all the pretense that made her look calm and comfortable.

Either indifferent, rebellious, cynical, or tolerant, obedient, and submissive.

For a whole day, Wanyan played different roles in front of different people, trying her best to calculate people's hearts.

But at this moment, Wanyan only has eight words in her heart.

At a loss, the future is bleak.

Wanyan didn't know that the moonlight magnified her figure and projected it completely on the gauze curtain, so clear that she could even see her eyelashes.

In the silver moonlight, a black figure was hollowed out, like a shadow puppet behind a curtain, looking bright and gorgeous, but in fact without its owner, the shadow puppet, which cannot move at all, looks so lonely.

And not far away, the person looking at the shadow eagerly is even more lonely than the shadow.

Jing Shijialan was also sitting on the bed, but even in the middle of the night when no one was around, he still sat upright with his hands on his folded knees.

He looked at the shadow on the gauze curtain, cherishing it as if he was looking at a bunch of epiphyllum that was about to wither, and carefully as if he was watching a miracle.

Jing Shijialan may not know that every devout believer in him will conceive his appearance in front of his eyes and pray to him in countless nights.

Just like he is now.

Believers may not know that the true god in the world will also sit like mortals, staring at a shadow without blinking.

More or less, there is piety.

Farther away, at the door of the inner hall, a black figure was holding on to the door, his body was so fragile that it seemed that he could fall down at any time.

But her hand was firmly grasping the palace door, as if she wanted to embed her fingers in it.

No matter how bright the moon is tonight, you never look at it.

You would rather see, under the moonlight, a dark shadow.

. . .

In the middle of the night, Wanyan, who was leaning on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.

In her ears, there was a series of inaudible footsteps.

(End of this chapter)