Xiangmen Concubine: The Emperor's Abandoned Concubine

Chapter 588 Falling Down

The two little Taoist nuns were taken aback for a moment, with a bit of vigilance in their expressions, and then the one on the left asked, "Your surname is Fang?"

Fang Chen's face turned pale again, and his expression was very respectful and polite: "My next grand master Fang Ji boy, Fang Chen, come to pay a visit to Master Juechen."

His answer was a slamming door.

"Hey, you guys..." Zishu stared at the closed door dumbfounded, the words stuck in his throat.

There was no surprise on Fang Chen's pale face, even because he was so close, the slamming sound and the closed door directly hit his slightly drooping forehead.

Zi Shu turned his head to one side, saw his young master's scalp was scratched, and looked at the bright red blood, which instantly stained the young master's forehead.

Zishu exclaimed, and hurried over: "Young master, you...you are bleeding."

Fang Chen slightly raised his hand to block Zishu from running over to support his body, and said gently, "I'm fine, it's just that there is a piece of skin on my forehead, it will be fine in a while."

As he spoke, Fang Chen took out an embroidered handkerchief from his cuff, raised his hand and gently covered his forehead: "It's okay, just touch it, cover it and it'll be fine."

How could Zishu believe it? He glanced and saw that there was still a trace of blood on the iron ring above the gate.

The two little Taoist nuns just now looked petite, but the strength just now and the strong wind in the mountain forest at night increased the weight of the wooden door.

"Young master, let Zishu take a look, you can't cover it like this." Zishu was very anxious, and wanted to break his young master's hand to see the wound on his forehead.

Fang Chen took two steps back, narrowly avoiding Zishu's hand: "It's okay, I'm really fine. By the way, Zishu, I'm afraid we won't be able to get in today, and we'll come out in a hurry, you...you find Look for..."

"Look around, find a place to stay." His eyes were a little dark, Fang Chen's lips were slightly white, and the hand covering his forehead drooped weakly.

"Young master, wait a minute, Zishu is looking for...here... ah, young master, young master, what's wrong with you, don't scare Zishu!"

Before Zishu's words fell, Fang Chen, who was covering his forehead with an embroidered handkerchief, fell limply to the ground.And he had already retreated to the edge of the steps in order to avoid Zi Shu.

This time, the whole body rolled directly down the hundreds of steps at the gate of Qingfeng Temple.

Zishu turned pale with shock: "Young master!"

The shrill screams were heard by the two little Taoist nuns who had closed the gate quickly, and the little Taoist nun on the left frowned: "What the hell are they screaming?"

The little nun on the right was a little worried: "It seems that the voice of the bookboy just now was calling for the young master. Could it be that the young master had an accident?"

The little Taoist nun on the left curled her lips, with a trace of coldness in her eyes: "If you want me to say, something happened, it's their Fang family."

"Shh, Jingyi, keep your voice down, so that the master master can hear you." The little Taoist nun on the right spoke quickly, and made a gesture of silence.

"Listen, Jingyi, it seems that something really happened." After speaking, the little nun on the right stopped, frowning and listening to the movement outside.

Jingyi on the left listened, and frowned: "Could it be a deliberate trick, didn't you look at it just now?"

The little nun on the right said: "No, just now I heard that the young master claimed to be the young son of Taifu Fang's family, so I took a second look.

"Jing Xin, you are dying!" Jing Yi hurriedly covered Jing Xin's mouth and stared at her: "You reminded me just now, why did you mention it now?"

Jingxin showed a panicked look, and nodded quickly, but heard the screams outside getting louder, worried that the two of them would look at each other, and walked quickly to the door.

In a quiet and elegant courtyard of Qingfeng Temple, the presiding teacher is chanting scriptures, but it is not in the main hall, but in her meditation room.

Mrs. Wuchen, who was waiting outside, looked sad now, with tears on her face.

"Uncle Master, Uncle Master, it's not good!" A little Taoist nun hurried over from a distant courtyard.

Master Wuchen, who was outside the meditation room, frowned involuntarily when he heard it.When he saw the person coming, he wrinkled a little more.

"Meditation, what's the matter, are you so flustered?"

Jingxin said in a panic: "Uncle Wuchen, it's not good, Fang's...Fang's"

"What about the Fang family?" Speaking of this, Mrs. Wuchen showed a bit of coldness on her face: "Could it be that Fang Qingyang killed someone, and now he dares to come back and snatch the corpse?"

Jing Xin quickly shook her head: "Uncle Wuchen, no, it's...it's the young master of the Fang family, Master Fang Chen, and Master Fang Chen is unconscious!"

Master Wuchen listened, and the coldness on his face became a bit more serious: "If someone from his Fang family faints, what do we care about our Qingfeng Temple?"

"Uncle Wuchen, no, it's...Master Fang Chen fainted at the gate of our Qingfeng Temple, and...he's still at the gate at this moment. He..."

Jing Xin said in a panic: "Just now when Jing Yi and I were about to close the door, we happened to meet Young Master Fang Chen who came up the mountain."

"He... heard that he asked to meet him..." Jing Xin whispered: "Jing Yi and I thought that if it weren't for the young master of the Fang family, such a big event would not have happened in our temple."

"So in a fit of anger, we shut him out and injured him with the help of the wind. At this moment, Master Fang Chen is still bleeding, and his complexion is getting paler and paler." After speaking, meditate There were tears on his face.

Master Wuchen looked at her with an indifferent look on her face: "Fang family members, every death is counted as one, and Fang Qingyang comes out, and the disaster is already terrific!"

"Wuchen!" The door of the meditation room suddenly opened from the inside, and Wu Xin, the abbot in blue-gray, walked out from inside.

"Jingxin, hurry up and ask someone to move the young master of the Fang family to Ning Xinyuan. You and I, Uncle Wuchen, will be there soon!"

Hearing it quietly, he nodded quickly and ran out quickly.

"Senior Sister!" The cold expression on the face of Mrs. Wuchen did not disappear, and there was even a trace of anger.

Master Wuxin glanced at his junior sister, and said in a flat voice, neither joy nor sorrow, nor any sense of blame: "Junior sister, he is from the Fang family!"

Master Wuchen said coldly: "It is precisely because he is from the Fang family that he cannot be saved!" Master Wuchen said: "If it weren't for Fang Qingyang from the Fang family, our Qingfeng Temple would appear in such a place now. Condition?"

Master Wuxin said calmly: "What's the use of saying this now? You and I know the family background and status of the Fang family!"

"What Fang Qingyang does will naturally taste the consequences! And this Fang Chen, who has read poetry and books since he was a child, is a rare genius in a hundred years in terms of academics."

"Wuchen, what one person does can only be attributed to one person. If that person knows his mistake and chooses to repent and turn around, then we can accept it!"

"If you don't repent, there will be retribution from heaven at that time! But we can't blame others. What happened in Qingfeng Temple is not what everyone wants to see. When the emperor and empress return to the palace, I will enter the palace to plead guilty!"

No longer looking at Mrs. Wuchen, Mrs. Wuxin stepped up and walked past her: "I'll go to Ning Xinyuan to have a look. Fang Chen is not a martial arts practitioner. If he loses too much blood, his life will be in danger."

Mrs. Wuchen looked at her senior sister's back, and the coldness on her face remained undiminished, and even increased a little: "Sister host, that Fang Qingyang is not a good guy, and this Fang Chen is also from Fang's family, because of the absolutely... , Our entire Qingfeng Temple might be directly sealed off, and we might be beheaded, why should we save him now?"

The only answer to her was the mountain wind howling through the forest at night, which was icy cold and bitingly cold.Master Wuchen stood in front of the meditation room, gritted her teeth fiercely, and quickly jumped in the direction of Wuxin presiding over.

In Ning Xinyuan, many little nuns gathered there, everyone's heart was in their throats, waiting quietly.

When Master Wuxin passed by, they quickly stepped aside: "Host!"

Mrs. Wuxin raised her hand: "Jingxin and Jingyi stay here, and everyone else goes down! If your Uncle Wuchen comes, let him in too!"

The little nuns nodded in unison: "Yes, host!"

Mrs. Wuxin looked at Jingxin, and her eyes swept over Jingyi: "Jingyi, where is the schoolboy of the young master of the Fang family?"

On the way here, Mrs. Wuxin had already understood the situation.She looked around, but she didn't see the book boy, so she couldn't help being puzzled.

Jingyi quickly said: "He said that the young master of the Fang family is afraid of the cold, so he helped Jingci to move the quilt."

Master Wuchen's cold voice came from outside: "Why are you going to help Jingci go and move the quilt?"

The door of the room was pushed open, and Mrs. Wuchen walked in with Zi Shu with a bruise on her face, and threw Zi Shu on the ground: "If I didn't find out in time, Qingfeng Temple would be finished!"

Master Wuxin's eyes flashed a trace of disapproval, and she said to Jingxin: "Jingxin, go and help the benefactor of Zishu up, and go to the meditation room next door to rest."

"Wuchen, if you come to help, stay here. If you come to chase someone away, then go to Jingci to see if anything happens." Master Wuxin said very gently.

Without looking at Mrs. Wuchen whose cheek muscles twitched slightly, Mrs. Wuxin said: "Jingxin, you can go to the meditation room to see Master Fang Chen."

Jing Xin took a sneak peek at Master Wuchen, then hurriedly followed Master Wuxin in with her head down.

Handing over the wound medicine that had been prepared long ago, the meditative heart was restless.I don't know if the young master of the Fang family can wake up, or if something will happen.

She and Jingyi were also originally displeased with Fang Qingyang's dark conscience, and had no malice towards this seemingly powerless young man.

The most he wanted was to close the door, and he didn't want to see Fang's family.But now that the young master of the Fang family is lying here unconscious, if the Fang family finds out...

I heard that Princess An Ning, who was conferred by the Empress Dowager herself a few months ago, is the second young lady of the Fang family.She was originally a concubine who was deposed by the emperor, and was thrown into limbo.

Now that she is on the rise, and in the blink of an eye, she was conferred the title of Anning Princess by the Empress Dowager herself. Such a woman must be difficult to deal with.

If the Fang family knew that their young master had an accident in Qingfeng Temple, what would they do?If the incident hadn't happened before, maybe he could still rely on the power of the emperor.

It's just that something like that happened, they don't know if Qingfeng Temple will still exist, and I don't know if their lives are still alive?
At this time, even though the emperor and empress returned to the palace and killed Fang Qingyang, they failed to protect the person they should protect...

(End of this chapter)