The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 470 Fengdu Treasure House (2)
Boqing and the others did not return to Mu's Mansion immediately, but went directly through the gate on the other side, left the city, and headed towards Changqing Mountain not far from the city.

Arriving at the foot of Changqing Mountain, I walked out of the carriage with a thin feeling, looking at the familiar scene in front of me, the past came to my mind instantly.

He said lightly: "I will meet an old friend at the Changqing nunnery above. You can walk around as you please. After an hour, we will meet at the pavilion halfway up the mountain."

Thinking of the old man on Changqing Mountain, there was a cold look in his thin eyes, it was rare to come back, so he naturally went to see, but he didn't know if the old man was doing well.

"Who is it?" Mu Zhaoyue asked curiously.

"It's the Queen Mother, do you want to meet her?" Boqing smiled faintly.

A trace of complexity flashed in Mu Zhaoyue's eyes, she shook her head and said with a smile, "I won't go, I'll stay and take care of my brother, please say hello to the Queen Mother for me."

Baoqing knew her knot in her heart, and said with a smile: "Alright, Mu Jue, Mu Mie, Chasing Stars, and Chasing the Moon, the four of you stay and protect Qing Yang, I'll be back soon..."

"Qing'er, wait for me, I'll go too." A weak voice came from inside the carriage. Thin Qing couldn't help being startled, and jumped into the carriage.

In the car, Mu Zhaoming had already been hugged and sat up, his handsome face was no longer indifferent and ruthless as before, with white hair and white clothes, and his facial features were exquisite like a fairy.

Boqing immediately showed a relaxed smile: "Wake up."

Although he was concerned about his health, he couldn't refuse his request, so he ordered someone to find a soft sedan chair and let them carry them up the mountain together.

Changqing Nunnery is still peaceful and safe, and the environment is still as quiet as before. Outside the gate of the nunnery, one can hear the sound of wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

Boqing and Mu Zhaoming looked at each other and walked slowly inside.

In the not-so-spacious hall, a white-haired old woman, wearing a black (zi) dress, was kneeling piously in front of the Buddha, reciting the harsh scriptures over and over again, as if she was repenting or Is praying for peace.

Aunt Cui stood beside her, as if she sensed someone coming, and when she turned her head, the expression on her face immediately froze, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

Boqing smiled coldly, raised his eyebrows and said: "Since I have done it, why bother to ask for forgiveness from the Buddha. If it were me, the Buddha, I would definitely not pay attention to these boring things, how tiring!"

When the voice of the old woman chanted sutras stopped, even her body stiffened as if she had stopped.

After a while, I heard an old voice: "Namo Amitabha, Ai Jia thought that we would never meet again in this life."

She said with a playful smile, "How can I not come here to tell you, Princess Jin injured her body after a miscarriage, and she will not be able to bear any more children in the future. The blood of the Feng family will be cut off soon, so... this Buddha worships you." Whether you pray or not, the result is the same, if you have time, it’s better to walk around.”

hate her?Of course hate.

The fickle answer is in the affirmative, it is rare for her to be a good person once and spare the life of the person in front of her, but in return, she is almost barren for life.

Although Chen Ling'er had a miscarriage, although it had nothing to do with the person in front of her, it was her thing, and wearing it on Chen Ling'er would cause her to have a miscarriage.

"Amitabha, Aijia is not asking the Buddha to forgive me for what I have done in my life, but praying for Ling'er to be safe and happy." The queen mother endured the pain in her heart and said.

snort!Boqing said coldly: "Do you think Ling'er can still be safe...can she still be happy?"

"Madam Prime Minister, please, please don't torture the Queen Mother anymore, she is already suffering very much." Aunt Cui knelt down and cried.

"It's her own suffering." Boqing said coldly: "I have good intentions and arranged a paradise for her, but she has sinister intentions to put me in ruins. After I know the truth, I I swear to never be kind to anyone again."

A cruel smile appeared on Boqing's lips, and she walked slowly to the side of the Queen Mother, and said with a half-smile: "The news about Ling'er and Xiao Jinyan will be sent to you from time to time, so that you can see it with your own eyes. Your only granddaughter, how miserable life is."

snort!With a cold snort, he took Mu Zhaoming's hand ruthlessly and walked out of Changqing nunnery.

Thinking of the string of Buddhist beads, the hypocrisy of the queen mother, and the sinister intentions behind the hypocrisy, I couldn't help but want to kill someone when I thought about it ruthlessly.

Suddenly a pair of arms embraced her, and his cool lips fell on her forehead. Mu Zhaoming's voice rang softly beside her ears: "Qing'er, it's all in the past, don't be sad anymore, everything is fine now , everything will be fine in the future.”

Boqing nodded gently, leaning in the familiar embrace, smelling the familiar smell, the sense of security came back again, all the uneasiness and irritability of these days disappeared.

"Let's go, let's meet up with Zhaoyang and the others." Mu Zhaoming raised his ruthless hands, and walked down the mountain slowly step by step.

At this moment, I sincerely hope that the road can be longer, and they will just keep going, until they grow old, until they die...

In Changqing Mountain, a very hidden place, Mu Zhaoyue covered her mouth and said in surprise: "Sister-in-law, you mean, this Changqing Mountain is actually the treasure house of your Bo family."

Ok!Nodding affectionately.

Lingju also couldn't help but look shocked, the treasure house that Feng Yunyi and Emperor Yuan tried so hard to find was actually placed here.

Lan Ling, Gong Le, and Mu Zhaoyang looked at Bo Qing in disbelief.

Master Qingyuan said disapprovingly: "Every generation of the patriarch of our Bo family has to leave a treasure house for the descendants of the Bo family, just in case of emergencies."

Everyone was shocked once again. In each generation, except for those who belonged to the Bo family, everyone present couldn't help opening their mouths. Even Mu Zhaoming's eyes showed a hint of disbelief.

No wonder they were so surprised, the Bo family has existed in the Sky Continent for more than 3000 years, so how many treasure houses there must be, I'm afraid even the Bo family themselves can't remember.

Shangguan Luo slobbered: "Last time, Master Qingyuan, what did you say about the top-quality cold ice jade bed in No. [-] vault? Did you mean one of the treasure troves?"

Boqing smiled disapprovingly: "Yes! The No. [-] warehouse seems to be in Luocheng or Youzhou. There are too many place names, so I don't remember very clearly."

The Bo family has no concept of how much money is more or less. What they like is the process of making money. The harder it is to earn money, the more they want to earn it.

Although the ancestors left a lot of wealth, but that need never seemed to appear.

The Bo family is born with a keen sense of business, making money is too easy for them.

Hearing this, the corners of Mu Zhaoming's mouth twitched involuntarily. He didn't expect that he accidentally picked up the world's biggest treasure and brought it home. God's will!

Mu Zhaoyang thought of living in Gejinfenghua a few days ago, and complained all day about spending money like running water. It turned out that people spent all their money, and he was the one who lived for free.

(End of this chapter)