Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1339 The weather is bad.

"It should be like this."

Sang Ling is not very clear, but she remembers the demeanor of the monk growing lotuses every step of the way. Only he can wear the bright red monk robe with the feeling of peerless elegance.

Although she didn't see the appearance of the monk, she just knew that it was Wuwang.

"I remember you once said that Wuwang was secretly protecting me. Tell me, why did he protect me?" Fu Yuejun stared at Sang Ling with burning eyes, and began to doubt who he really was.

She never remembered that she had seen the monk Wuwang in her previous life, and after the death of Empress Xiao Dingjing in her previous life, she and Jin Tingxiao did rush into the palace to meet him, but she did not see this monk at that time.

But this time, she saw it, and she had something to do with Wu Wang later on.

She couldn't understand why.

"Uh."

A guilty conscience flashed across Sang Ling's eyes, so fast that Fu Yuejun couldn't catch it: "I don't know, it's just a feeling, that person treats you very differently."

This time, Fu Yuejun stopped talking.

The girl sat there cross-legged, her pupils lost focus, and she didn't know what she was thinking. After a long time, she heard her muttering: "I always feel that I have known him for a long time."

But in fact, she obviously didn't know him!

"You're right, some things are predestined." Fu Yuejun picked a chrysanthemum, rolled the petals between his fingertips, crushed them, and scattered them with his hands.

Maybe she had already guessed something, but she just couldn't believe it.

Fu Yuejun was silent for a long time, then shifted his gaze to the elegant garden on the second floor, and asked Sang Ling in a slow tone: "Can you hear what Hiroshi Fujiwara and the others are talking about?"

She has been here for some time, and the two people in Yayuan have never stopped chatting, what is it that allows them to talk for so long.

So much so that Hiroshi Fujiwara didn't even notice her existence.

"I don't know." Sang Ling curled her lips. She is not clairvoyant, if she could hear other people's conversation clearly, she would have been able to detect the mind of the gods.

"In this case, let's go back first."

Fu Yuejun took Sang Ling's hand and pulled her away from Yangetai.

Fu Yuejun didn't speak a word along the way, the atmosphere was very oppressive, Sang Ling suddenly said in a deep voice: "When I was watching the sky recently, I saw that the sky is not in good condition, and I'm afraid some disaster will happen."

Feeling that Fu Yuejun's footsteps froze for a moment, he continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened, and said calmly: "I have experienced all the disasters, what else can I do."

This is not in line with common sense. According to the past, shouldn't Fu Yuejun ask her what the disaster is?

Why now, has it become like this?

Sang Ling couldn't figure out why, so she simply stopped talking.

Fu Yuejun walked forward slowly, just after turning a long street, he suddenly saw the bright red figure turning from the entrance of the alley.

The man was tall and slender, and his robe was gorgeous. Just a back view gave him a sense of solemnity.

Her footsteps stopped suddenly, her expression changed when she saw the figure from behind, she let go of Sang Ling's hand, and quickly chased after him.

Even Sang Ling couldn't keep up with her, and kept calling her name behind her.

The girl kept chasing forward, but as she ran, she couldn't see the red figure, she was too anxious, staggered, and she fell to the ground all at once.

When he raised his head again, Fu Yuejun couldn't see that figure at all.

There is no fork in the road at all, but Fu Yuejun stood between the sky and the earth, looking at the empty alley, he couldn't see that person at all, and felt a sense of loss in his heart.

She saw very clearly that the man was innocent.

(End of this chapter)