Chapter 26 Princess (25)

Fanyin Temple is located to the west of the imperial city and is very popular.

Now that Qingming Festival is approaching, there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going.

Yan Qing got off the carriage. The noisy crowd made her look even colder, but she didn't say much and followed the crowd up the stairs.

The steps leading to the temple are lined with peach trees, and now is the flowering season, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

When the peach trees bear fruit, the monks in the temple will pick the peaches and provide them for free to pilgrims to eat or take home.

The rich fragrance of peach blossoms wafting around should have been cloying, but perhaps because it had been soaked in the scent of incense wafting from the temples over the years, it made people feel relaxed and happy instead.

Yan Qing's mood suddenly calmed down a lot, and the coldness in his eyes faded away a little.

Unconsciously, she recalled the first time she came to Fanyin Temple, which was also in March when the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

The boy's features are as pleasant as ink painting, and his temperament is as gentle as jade, which always makes people feel gentle.

Even his name is Pei Zhuo. A gentleman is like a knife, like a knife, like a knife, like a knife, like a knife.

Pei Zhuo always smiled when he looked at her. Perhaps he noticed her doubts about this trip to the temple, so he asked her with a smile: "Qingqing, do you want to ask why I brought you here?"

Yan Qing was not as reserved as she is now. She nodded hesitantly: "I really can't figure it out."

Pei Zhuo slowed down his pace, and his tone was as gentle as the breeze. He did not hide anything: "It's too boring to stay in the palace for too long. We should see more scenery elsewhere. I heard that the peach blossoms here are in great bloom, and I want to take you to see them."

This is indeed an easy thing to say. It is actually a troublesome thing to bring her out.

Although she was nominally adopted as the emperor's daughter and raised by the empress, the empress was not close to her and the emperor's attitude towards her was inexplicable. The only thing Yan Qing was sure of was that neither of them wanted her to leave the palace easily.

This time, Pei Zhuo also found an excuse to pray for blessings, and after much persuasion, he brought her out of the palace openly.

"Do you like it here?"

"like……"

Yan Qing stepped onto the last step. His mood was no longer the same as before. The past was dissipating like smoke, yet seemed to be everywhere.

Fuyun also followed Yan Qing and stepped onto the last step. Although he didn't know what Yan Qing was thinking just now, his expression behind the mask was still not good, and it was obvious that he had some complaints about the Fanyin Temple.

No, to be precise, he had some complaints about the person associated with Fanyin Temple.

Moreover, every time His Highness leaves here, he will be depressed for a while. Thinking about His Highness's current physical condition, Fuyun's eyes became darker, but there was no other way.

Dark emotions surged in my heart. As long as His Highness was locked up, he would not run around anymore.

However, this emotion was quickly suppressed by him, as if it was accumulated somewhere deeper, just waiting to erupt completely one day and devour Yan Qing completely.

Yan Qing naturally didn't notice Fu Yun's abnormality. She had been a little dazed since she stepped into the Fanyin Temple.

Yan Qing took three incense sticks from the monks in the main hall. She knelt in front of the Buddha statue with a cold look on her face. She did not look like a believer, but more like an immortal sitting high in the clouds, overlooking all living beings.

As time passed, Pei Zhuo knelt on the cushion, closed his eyes and kowtowed devoutly.

After he stood up, Yan Qing asked curiously, "Brother, do you also believe in Buddhism?"

Pei Zhuo once told her that gods and Buddhas were all false and could only provide psychological comfort.

I didn't expect that he would worship so solemnly.

Hearing this, Pei Zhuo smiled, his eyes were clear and sharp, "I didn't believe it at first, but after asking for it, I hope that the gods and Buddhas are really spiritual.

Yan Qing raised his eyes and asked, "What do you want, my brother?"

Pei Zhuo smiled at her, his eyes seemed to be filled with many complex emotions, and finally he just said: "The sea is calm and the river is clear, and the world is at peace."

Yan Qing stood up, and the illusion gradually dissipated. She lowered her eyes slightly and inserted the incense in her hand into the incense burner.

The curling smoke blurred her eyes and eyebrows, and even gave rise to a sense of piety.

This was the scene that Luo Tang saw when he stepped into the hall. Obviously, Yan Qing was not the only one burning incense, but she was the one that could be seen at a glance.

She paused, somewhat surprised to see Yan Qing here.

Luo Tang came to Fanyin Temple because there was also a temple called Fanyin Temple in her modern life, and she had occasionally gone there to burn incense once or twice.

Since she came into this world, she has never stopped searching for the reason why she came to this world and how to return, but she has never found any news.

It was not until yesterday that she heard about the Fanyin Temple from someone else, and she thought of coming to see it today to see if it was the temple she was in modern times.

Although she knew that the possibility was slim, as there were so many temples with the same name, and the possibility that it was just a coincidence was a little greater, she would not give up until she saw it with her own eyes, so she came to Fanyin Temple.

The result was naturally not what she expected. It was not the temple she had visited in modern times.

Fortunately, she was mentally prepared and didn't feel very uncomfortable. She just came here to burn some incense, but she never expected to meet Yan Qing.

Although Luo Tang had only seen this person once at the celebration banquet, she would not mistake him. This person was dazzling wherever he went, and the first glance at him that day was unforgettable for her.

Yan Qing turned around and saw her, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She didn't expect to meet the heroine again here.

Is this some kind of plot point?

Yan Qing lowered her eyes and recalled, hmm... it was indeed a plot point. She had been letting the male and female protagonists develop freely recently, and she had become a little lax.

She sighed inwardly, the slight surprise disappeared in an instant, and her eyes were replaced with a coldness that matched her personality.

There were many people around, so Luo Tang did not rush to salute. When Yan Qing walked up to him, he whispered, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Yan Qing nodded, her eyes and eyebrows distant, and replied in a light voice: "Miss Luo."

The two people passed each other without any extra communication, and Luo Tang felt a little lost for some reason.

Suddenly, she felt a chill as if she was being watched. Luo Tang turned around and noticed that there was a man in black clothes following Yan Qing. He had a cold and lonely temperament. She had actually ignored this man just now.

Fu Yun glanced at Luo Tang with cold eyes and concluded in his heart that he would not pose a threat to His Highness. He did not pay too much attention to him and followed Yan Qing to another place.

Yan Qing walked to a pine tree outside the hall. There were many wooden plaques tied with red ropes on the tree. Some were for seeking marriage, some for wealth, some for blessings... and so on.

Over the years, many of them have faded.

Some pilgrims took a wooden plaque from a young monk nearby, wrote down their requests or carved a few strokes on it, and if it was low they could tie it up themselves, or if it was high they could ask another tall warrior monk nearby for help.

Yan Qing did not move, but just stared quietly at a wooden sign tied at the highest point. The bright red rope had faded into a light pink. On the wooden sign were small words carefully carved by someone, but it was too high and too far away for her to see clearly.

Fuyun stood behind her. There were too many wooden signs, and he didn't know which one Yan Qing was looking at. The coldness in his eyes deepened.

"Which piece are you looking at, Your Highness? Do you want me to take it down?"

He had asked these two questions when he first accompanied Yan Qing here, and he couldn't help but ask them again today.

Yan Qing's answer was the same as before: "No need."

"Brother, what did you carve? Is it a wish?"

"Secrets won't work if you tell them out."

Fuyun's fingers suddenly tightened, and he knew without having to guess that it was related to Pei Zhuo again.