After rebirth, he became the regent's white moonlight

Chapter 230
Feng Xinlan followed Zhan Wenjiang all the way to a remote and quiet mountain forest. The scenery here is extremely elegant, with lush trees and lush grass.

"arrive."

The two finally stopped in front of a small temple. The building here is not particularly tall, but it is very elegant, giving people a simple and clean feeling. There is only one monk cleaning in front of the door.

"Is this a temple?"

Feng Xinlan asked puzzledly
"Ah."

Zhan Wenjiang looked up at the plaque in the temple, on which there were several large characters 'Jing'an Temple'.

Jing'an, as the name suggests, is a place of peace. This temple is very hidden, few people know about it, and it doesn't look like a high-end temple from the outside, so it's no wonder he couldn't find it.

"Amitabha, is there something important for the donor to come here?"

Seeing the two men approaching, the little monk clasped his palms together and asked.

"The two of us have something to do, please see the host, and please ask the little master to lead the way."

"Amitabha, the almsgiver, please come with the little monk."

The little monk said, turned around and walked forward.

Zhan Wenjiang followed closely behind.

"Please come inside the benefactor."

The little monk led the two people to a house and stopped, pushed open the door, invited the two to enter, closed the door again, and retreated to the side.

"Two benefactors, please wait a moment."

After the little monk finished speaking, he turned and left, and closed the door.

Zhan Wenjiang and Feng Xinlan walked in. It was a simple meditation room, but it was very clean and looked very warm and comfortable.

There are tea sets, teapots, teacups, and futons in the room.The furnishing in the room is very simple, but it gives people a refreshing feeling.

"The two benefactors have been waiting for a long time."

Suddenly, an old man came by the door. The old man was wearing a gray cloth robe and cassock. He looked like he was in his 60s, but he was full of energy, with piercing eyes, and he looked like a fairy.

"The host is polite, we took the liberty to disturb you."

Feng Xinlan stood up and saluted the old man.

"You two benefactors are welcome, I don't know what the benefactor asked the old monk for?"

The host nodded slightly and asked in a pleasant manner.

"Has the host ever known Mrs. Zhan's family?"

After a long while, Zhan Wenjiang finally asked, his voice hoarse, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.

Feng Xinlan turned to look at him. For some reason, he looked normal, but she felt that Zhan Wenjiang seemed to be nervous, worried, and afraid.

"Oh? I don't know which wife the benefactor is talking about?"

The host's expression froze, then he smiled lightly and asked.

"In Xiazhan Wenjiang, it was Su Taifu who introduced the two of us to come here, saying that the host here has what I want."

Zhan Wenjiang closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, there was a hint of coldness in his pupils. His tone of voice was still steady without any ups and downs, but the coldness revealed in those words made the host feel a chill in his heart.

"So that's the case, both of you, please follow me."

The host sighed softly, turned and walked out.

Feng Xinlan quickly got up and followed.

The three of them walked through the courtyard and came to a courtyard. The host unlocked the lock. The courtyard was very large, but it seemed empty. The courtyard was full of trees, and it was lush and lush. Small mound.

"Master Zhan, this is the place where the former king and his wife are buried."

The host pointed to the mound of dirt in front of him and said, the regret in his tone was very strong, as if he was missing something.

Feng Xinlan looked at the two small mounds in front of him, combined with his words, and instantly understood that this was the burial place of the former king and his wife, Zhan Wenjiang's parents.

"Three brothers."

Feng Xinlan hugged Zhan Wenjiang worriedly, the distress in her eyes was beyond words.

"I'm fine, let's go in and have a look."

Zhan Wenjiang smiled lightly, patted the back of her hand, and said softly.

Feng Xinlan felt even more distressed when she heard this, her eyes were moist, but she held back her tears and did not shed them.

"It's really all right, I'm very happy, at least I can still find them."

Zhan Wenjiang looked at the tears in her eyes and couldn't laugh or cry, but he was still very moved.

"Uh-huh."

Feng Xinlan nodded vigorously, but secretly made up her mind that she must treat him better.

"Let's go."

A trace of tenderness flashed in Zhan Wenjiang's eyes, she never expected that in her heart, she had already been equated with the little pitiful.

The two walked into the room. Except for the table, chairs and two memorial tablets, there was nothing else in the small room. It was spotless. It could be seen that people often came to clean it, and there was a thick layer of incense ash in the incense burner.

"...Father, mother and concubine."

Zhan Wenjiang looked at the names written on the two tablets, his throat suddenly lost his voice, his eyes were red, and he opened his mouth several times before he could speak.

Feng Xinlan also felt a sore nose and almost shed tears.

"I'm coming to see you."

Zhan Wenjiang took two steps forward, stretched out his slightly trembling fingertips, touched the tablet, and gently stroked the name on it.

Feng Xinlan also walked over, stood aside and looked at him silently, her eyes were also red.

The two stood for a while without speaking.

"Bless them with incense."

Feng Xinlan took out a joss stick from the side and handed it to him, said softly, then turned and went out, giving the room to the family of three, and walked into the yard by herself.

"My son is late, you have suffered."

Zhan Wenjiang lit the incense candle, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times to the memorial tablet, then stood up again, walked aside, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

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Feng Xinlan was bored and squatted in the yard counting the weeds to play, and looked at the closed door from time to time, her worried eyes were real.

"Your Highness, madam, third brother didn't come to see you for so long on purpose, he...he has reasons."

In the end, Feng Xinlan still couldn't bear the worry in her heart, moved to the tombstone with no words, knelt and whispered.

"Third brother, he has been secretly checking your news. It is because his strength alone is always weak, so it has been delayed for so long. I hope Madam will forgive me and don't blame him."

Feng Xinlan looked up at the wooden tablet and prayed in a low voice.

"Third Brother, he is brilliant, talented, and a very good person. Now that he has captured the person who killed you, he has avenged you. You should rest assured that you are under the Nine Springs."

Feng Xinlan continued to talk, and then counted Zhan Wenjiang's advantages one by one with his fingers, and finally came to a conclusion: he is not only talented, but also very filial, and he is a very good son.

When Zhan Wenjiang came out of the room, he saw such a scene - Feng Xinlan was sitting between the mounds, talking excitedly, and there were three sticks of incense beside the mound, It looks weird.

Feng Xinlan turned her head to look at the door when she heard the footsteps, she was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what she was doing, her face flushed instantly, and she didn't dare to look up at him.

"Is it cool to sit on the ground?"

Zhan Wenjiang didn't say anything, pulled her up, patted the corner of her skirt, and asked in a gentle voice.

Feng Xinlan froze, shook her head in a daze, and then realized that he couldn't see it, "It's not cool."

(End of this chapter)