Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

The face of the Buddha ...

Feeling my foot stiffened when I stepped into the temple door, Pei Yuanfeng turned to look at me and saw me stunned, looking at the clay statue of Buddha with an unbelievable expression, and said softly "Lightness, what's wrong with you?"

"..."

I can't speak.

That face, clearly reflected in my eyes, was like a fire, all the sadness and despair in my heart were burned away all at once, leaving a broken, overwhelmed panic .

"That is--"

"What's wrong, light? Is there anything wrong with this bodhisattva?"

While speaking, Pei Yuanfeng helped me to walk in and raised his head to look at the clay statue. The statue of the Buddha is like all the Buddhas who are at ease, quiet and peaceful, and their slightly lowered eyes are full of relief and relief Mercy also has compassion for the world.

So clear compassion, so familiar face, was once with me, day and night, I saw it!

The people around me didn't notice anything strange about me. Those green-shirted girls were waiting outside the door, and the people around Pei Yuanfeng were standing at the door, and the old widower walked in carefully and carefully. The firewood on his shoulder was set aside, then he scooped up the ash on his clothes, folded his hands, bowed down on the futon religiously, and worshiped the Buddha again and again.

"Big Mercy, Great Compassion, Guanyin Bodhisattva Rescue Suffering ..."

He muttered silently in his mouth.

And I still stared at the face of the statue of Buddha with trembling lips and voice sobbing in my throat. When I said it, it was completely unfamiliar: "This, this statue of Buddha, her face-"

Pei Yuanfeng frowned: "What about this bodhisattva statue?"

"Her face--"

I didn't finish talking, and suddenly felt a cold wind blowing in.

It's obviously midsummer. Even on such a mountain, the hot temperature is burning everyone, but the cold wind suddenly blows from the cold cellar and blows into this small temple. There was a cold war.

A few girls in green shirts outside the door suddenly said, "Who !?"

Suddenly I was shocked, and hurriedly turned around, I saw outside the door, on the other side of the mountain road, in the lush green trees, there were some people shaking.

My breath tightened.

Those green-shirted girls reacted very quickly, immediately pulled out their swords from their waists, and faced the other side, and the people brought by Pei Yuanfeng hurried up and all blocked the temple doors.

"come out!"

With the wrath of the maidens, the bushes over there made a noise again, and after a while, came out of a person.

"Everyone, I advise you to put away your sharp tools."

"..."

"Ms. Yan is inside. If she hurts, we can't talk back on both sides."

Upon hearing this, my heart sank.

This is almost the same as when we rushed back from Xicheng to Xichuan. The tone of those people was not to hurt me, but they all appeared in this situation.

Their purpose is self-evident.

Pei Yuanfeng held my hand and slowly let go. A dignified look appeared on his face. He pulled me again, pulled me behind, stood in the middle of the temple, and walked to the door himself.

Over his shoulder, looking out, many people have already walked out on the mountain road.

It seems that someone really has been watching my actions.

Someone has been following me!

It ’s just that I did n’t hear the person ’s voice, nor did he see him, but even so, the presence of those people has made it difficult for me to calm down. I almost rushed out, but just took a step. Pei Yuanfeng's hands were like iron tongs, which clasped my wrists, and severely held me in place.

I was just struggling. He had already lowered his head and lowered his voice, "Did you forget what I said ?!"

"..."

I raised my eyes, looked at him with a frown, and looked at me severely: "Don't make any decision when you are sad, angry."

"..."

"Don't forget, Liu Qinghan, may be waiting for you!"

"..."

As soon as I shuddered, he had let go of my hand and pushed me backwards. I almost fell on the futon. It was just the widower who bowed to the Buddha. When he looked at the outside, he immediately realized that we mess When he got into trouble, he shrank aside and looked at us tremblingly.

After Pei Yuanfeng pushed me away, he strode out.

People outside also saw him and said respectfully, "His Royal Highness."

Pei Yuanfeng said coldly, "There is no highness here!"

"My son ..."

"You guys, come here with us, what do you want?"

"Please forgive me, we are only ordered to invite Miss Yan."

"Please, please?" He sneered as if: "Please, can you use such a battle?"

"Please do not blame my son, but when Miss Yan left from Jinling, there were more and bigger battles than she did now, and she couldn't stop her."

This sentence was obviously an understatement, but suddenly pulled me back to that night.

The resolute mood, the pain of reluctance to turn back, at this moment, it seems that the carbon that has been blown red has revived.

I just felt a sorrow of sorrow, as if the tide was surging, constantly rushing out of the ashes of the past, hit me severely, and Pei Yuanfeng's voice was already loud outside-"Since she has already left, she is determined With determination, why do you have to be strong? Is she happy when you let her go back? "

The other person was silent.

After a while, they said, "We don't understand these, and we can't talk about them."

"..."

"All we know is that the host wanted to see Miss Yan, and he was mad."

There was an invisible pain in my chest, and I was about to fall down. Even after Pei Yuanfeng heard this sentence, he was silent.

The other party said slowly: "Can this son completely ignore this mood?"

No one spoke.

Those green-shirted girls didn't understand the meaning of these words, they just held the sword in their hands and stared at each other with vigilance, while Pei Yuanfeng stood outside the door, and the back of the original tall and powerful shore also had a trace of trembling at this moment.

I do n’t know how long, the sky gradually darkened, and felt the wind in the mountain forest pouring into this small temple, blowing my fingertips, and finally, Pei Yuanfeng said in a deep voice: "Thinking like crazy "Think crazy ..."

"..."

"He's crazy, so is it necessary to poison people and make them worse off?"

"..."

"He knows what he does, who is the most painful person?"

"..."

"He's stabbing at the heart of his favorite person. He's going crazy, but also driving others crazy?"