Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 336 Determined to Burn Her to Death
"Little benefactor Mo is suffering from an ordinary disease, not smallpox..."

"Master Jingkong, monks don't tell lies."

Xuanyuan Yu turned the horse rope around and sneered: "Smallpox is an incurable disease. Since Master Jingkong is an eminent monk, this prince is the first to salute and then go to war. I advise the master to hand over the small ink bowl immediately, and wait for this prince to be burned." She has completely cut off the infection of the epidemic."

fuck you!

To set fire to her?

Mo Xiaowan was furious when he heard it behind the palace gate, and really wanted to go out and have a fight with Xuanyuan Yu.

Eighth King Xuanyuanchen gave her a hand, and lightly shook her palm, reminding her to calm down and wait for the changes.

If there is a twist in the plot, Uncle Xuanyuan probably wants to know who gave Xuanyuan Yu the courage to besiege Lingchan Temple?
"Is there an imperial decree for the donor to take someone?"

Master Jingkong recited Amitabha, and put his hands together: "Little benefactor Mo is from the Eight Princes' Mansion. The Eight Princes' Mansion sent her to Lingchan Temple for treatment. The benefactor wanted to burn her for no reason. How can I explain to the Eight Kings' Mansion?"

Mo Xiaowan secretly praised Master Jingkong, even Brother Xing was afraid of Uncle Xuanyuan, and he must have been terrified to hear about this eldest prince.

However, she was completely wrong!
"Master Jingkong recites Buddha's name every day and eats vegetarian food. Presumably, he has never heard of the Eight Emperor Uncle Huaibei being assassinated on a business trip, and his life and death are unknown."

Xuanyuan Yu sneered: "My prince advises the mage to hand over the person, otherwise, although Lingchan Temple is a great temple to protect the country, my prince will bring Habayashi Wei in to fetch him."

"Amitabha!"

Master Jingkong sang a Buddha's name: "How can the eldest prince disregard his life?"

"It seems that he is unwilling to hand over?"

Xuanyuan Yu sneered: "You don't have to drink a toast, you have to drink fine wine, search the Lingchan Temple, and if anyone disobeys, you will be killed."

Xuanyuan Yu is like a mad dog, is this determined to burn her to death?
Sure enough, it was because Uncle Xuanyuan hadn't returned to the Eighth Prince's Mansion. As soon as the news of his assassination and disappearance spread, all monkeys jumped out.

The dense habayashi guards surrounding the Buddhist temple, if there is a real conflict, innocent monks may be hurt.

Mo Xiaowan shook Xuanyuanchen's palm, and seeing that he had no objection, he opened the door of the main hall from the inside and walked out step by step.

"No need to search!"

"Are you Mo Xiaowan?"

Xuanyuan Yu sneered: "If you cover your face with a green veil, you really have smallpox and can't see people."

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

With Xuanyuan Yu at the head, Habayashi Wei's call to the mountains and the sea echoed in the Buddha Hall.

There's nothing to say to these barking dogs.

Mo Xiaowan fluttered his long sleeves and tore off the veil on his face.

The veil was lifted, messing up the bun, and her black hair like a waterfall was flying wantonly in the wind. She had inherited Feng Zimo's fair skin, and she had soaked in the hot spring pool for a month, and the valley had insufficient sunlight.

The skin is as thick as fat, because of the effect of the hot spring pool, the skin glows with a faint luster when exposed to the sun, and is as white and clear as jade.

How can there be any rash on such smooth and jade-like skin?
It only took such a tiny movement to hit Xuanyuan Yu directly in the face.

Although Mo Xiaowan is only thirteen or fourteen years old, he has grown a lot in one winter, showing the figure of a slim girl.

Xuanyuan Yu's expression froze for a moment: "Are you really Mo Xiaowan?"

"Like a fake replacement!"

Mo Xiaowan smiled sarcastically: "Monks don't tell lies. Master Jingkong said that Xiaowan's rash was just an ordinary rash, which was misdiagnosed by the imperial doctor. I don't know whose order the eldest prince got, and he insisted on making enemies of the Eighth Prince's House." ?”

"Bright words!"

Now that the arrow is on the string, it has to be fired.

(End of this chapter)