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Chapter 387 I want her to die
Just as Feng Yuanyuan said, she has arranged everything and Xianjin only needs to provide someone.

Suo'er and Aunt Zhong were both left at home by Xianjin.

The dumb starfish and coral were also sent away.

Xianjin got on the carriage alone.

The whole journey was filled with top-notch luxury. The carriage was padded with thick cushions, and in the middle there was a small, exquisite rosewood side table. The center of the tabletop was hollowed out with a shallow copper incense burner. On it, the auspicious beasts were lifelike, and the unicorn's hind paws leaped forward, as if it would jump onto people's shoulders in the next second.

Xianjin sat quietly on the left and sniffed, his nose filled with a sweet fragrance: "This fragrance is so nice and unique, it seems that no girl has ever used it before?"

Feng Yuanyuan raised his head, smiling with pride: "This is made by the emperor, a product of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, ordinary people can't get it."

Xianjin glanced at her.

Feng Yuanyuan then realized that she had said something wrong. She smiled with two dimples on her face and pressed them against the outside of Xianjin's arm, saying coquettishly, "I also asked many people to buy it for me! If you think it smells good, I'll go and order some when we get back to the city!"

Xianjin smiled and nodded: "Thank you then."

Feng Yuanyuan smiled even sweeter, leaning on Xianjin's shoulder, and chattering about the interesting things that happened in the capital city recently: "The Shen family has been in turmoil recently. A young man in the family publicly criticized the bloody tactics of the eldest princess and was reported for taking human lives. The entire Shen family was investigated. Led by Lord Hu Hualiang, four or five people entered the Shen family and stayed there to investigate. The family's sacrificial fields and rent have been investigated for three consecutive years."

"Shen family?" Xianjin let Feng Yuanyuan hug his arm.

Feng Yuanyuan narrowed her eyes, her eyes became slits, and she smiled with her hands covering her mouth: "It's the mole who spoke so much in Pinxuan last time!"

Oh.

Is this the Wei version of “My father is Li Gang”?
Xianjin was not very interested, so he started the three-step chat with a scumbag, starting with "Oh? Can it be like this?" "Really? That's unexpected!" In the end, he really didn't want to continue, so he just said "Wow", allowing the other party to smoothly transition to the next topic.

Easy to use and no-brainer.

Next time when Qiao Hui starts nagging, try it with him.

The carriage was running fast, and as it got darker, they finally arrived at the Wanguo Temple. Rather than being in the capital city, the Wanguo Temple was closer to Jinzhou Prefecture. It took four hours of carriage ride from the capital city, but only two hours from the Wanguo Temple to Jinzhou Prefecture.

It is considered to be a relatively famous temple in the capital of the Wei Dynasty. Its fame comes from two sources: one is that it is a royal temple, which is directly under the management of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The monks and nuns in the temple are either girls or wives from royal families or officials who are devoted to Buddhism, or women who committed mistakes that were difficult to cover up but managed to save their lives, or deposed concubines; the second is that this temple has a high reputation in the local area. In recent decades, when natural disasters occurred, Wanguo Temple has stepped forward to either distribute relief grain or pills, so it has accumulated a lot of popularity and a good popular base.

The nunnery's host was a kind-looking old nun who came to greet them at the door. After seeing the two, she put her hands together and chanted "Amitabha". She didn't look at Xianjin, but only spoke to Feng Yuanyuan: "You are here? How about settling in Sheli Pavilion today? Can you have dinner? We have prepared some soup, but no main course."

As he spoke, he walked inside.

There were not many young monks and nuns, only elderly nuns, who walked quickly in the corridors in groups of three or four with their heads lowered.

Across the courtyard, in a corridor not far away, a nun in a gray linen monk's robe was facing away from the inner hall. She looked quiet and lonely, with a thin and bent back, and seemed somewhat out of place among the busy crowd.

Xianjin noticed that Feng Yuanyuan's gaze swept across the nun's back with lingering eyes.

A look of attachment and dependence flashed across his face.

Xianjin stopped and turned to ask the host: "That nun looks a little sad, who is she?"

Feng Yuanyuan's expression suddenly became nervous.

The host lowered his eyes slightly, still not looking at Xianjin, and replied sideways: "It's Master Jingkong."

"Originally," Xianjin continued to ask.

The host's tone suddenly became a little bad: "Inside the temple is outside the six realms. The past is like dust. Once you enter this door, it is not important anymore."

Feng Yuanyuan lowered his head and whispered, "Don't ask, the nuns here are all from well-known families in the capital, and many of them are monks who don't shave their heads. We can't afford to offend them. This abbot is Bai Duo from the past."

Feng Yuanyuan stopped talking: "Anyway, don't ask. Let's not cause trouble, okay?" Xianjin nodded, stopped pestering, and walked straight forward.

Feng Yuanyuan sighed slightly upon seeing this, as if relieved.

Not far from Sheli Pavilion, Xianjin and Feng Yuanyuan lived separately, one in the east wing and the other in the west wing. After drinking red bean soup, Xianjin stared at the candlelight closely. After a while, he felt sleepy and fell asleep.

When Xianjin opened her eyes again, it was pitch black all around her. Her hands were tied behind her back, her mouth was wrapped with a layer of gauze, and her eyes were covered in vain - it was so dark, and her night vision was very poor. In fact, covering her eyes or not was a trivial matter. How could they tie someone up without even doing any preparation? Xianjin thought.

After the loss of vision, the sense of smell and hearing will involuntarily develop.

It's the smell of grass and soil.

Accompanied by the sounds of horse hooves kicking and wind whistling through the wooden boards, oh, and the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other as people moved.

Xianjin deliberately let out a moan to indicate that he was awake.

The rubbing of fabric stopped.

In the darkness, a heavy exhalation was heard, and then a faint light flickered in the carriage.

Xianjin's blindfold was torn off.

The halo came closer, and with it came the pale, thin face next to the tinderbox.

It's a woman.

A woman with dull eyes, drooping eyelids, sunken eye sockets, but tightly pursed lips, wearing a black linen dress and her head wrapped in a black cloth. There was not a trace of hair on her temples or forehead.

Xianjin narrowed his eyes, forcing himself to adapt to the faint light source, and looked away. Next to the woman sat Feng Yuanyuan, looking affectionate.

"Aunt, they won't let us take off our blindfolds."

Feng Yuanyuan was a little hesitant.

The aunt she was talking about sneered, her eyes moving back and forth: "They don't allow it? What qualifications do they have to order me?"

Feng Yuanyuan rubbed her knees nervously with her palms.

The old woman approached with a fire starter, and the flame was only a millimeter away from Xianjin's face. The slightest exhalation might burn Xianjin's face.

"At first glance, he looks like this, but at closer inspection, he doesn't look like him." The woman murmured in fascination, "He looks more like him, with long, thin eyebrows, and looks cunning and clever."

Xianjin's eyes showed panic and fear at the right time.

The woman's eyes moved across Xianjin's face inch by inch, as if she was looking at someone else through this layer of skin.

The woman reached out and pinched Xianjin's cheek.

The long and thin nails were imprinted in the flesh.

Xianjin hissed in pain.

The woman immediately burst into giggles.

Xianjin glanced at Feng Yuanyuan. She was still a little nervous, as if she was afraid that this old woman would do something.

Xianjin suddenly felt speechless: This woman will definitely do something!

Although the hope was slim, covering her eyes at least gave her a chance to survive;
As soon as the woman came, she took off her blindfold and used a fire to let her see the visitor's facial features bit by bit - she was trying to force her to death!